nerveless, tingling fingers
hold my brow
snot trickles down my throat, i can
barely taste it
           residue convolutes
synapses,,confusion &lapses;
let the temple be fumigated

is this really good for me?

ur almost done
      .................
ur appearance is stark
&& reminds u of effort
     which u don't really
     care about right now
                          
                           tbh.

it's not that ur doing
                                    bad.
                  ­  ur just loving urself
                    in different ways rn.

i want to kiss you five times with my rootbeer mouth

i wanna love you in ways that reduce me to a lyric

if we were praying mantises i would eat your head

as a poet in conversation,
"good" doesn't seem good enough;
any other descriptor would be much
more satisfying:

delicious.
rich.
magical.
stirring.
great.
tasty.
de­cent.
exceptional.
creative.
pretty.
please.
anything.
else.

debt
decoupaging blank pages
rental gender neutron geode
prism lecture thick mental rich
debt
navigate gate that 9.8 meters/sec
navel undressed coated with sweat
leftover *** **** carpet hot steadfast
yea same and how about all the hair??

silence spoiled by siren songs
passengers in passing cars
create carbon dioxide
mobilized to find peace
consuming peaces from
and of each other

everything must be straight!
everything must be in line!
even the lines must be straight!
perfect and perpendicular
adjacent and in order
obedient bricks dutifully
preserve the establishment,
without wonder.

And to dive into the ocean would be less exhilarating
Exhale with no chance of inhaling
Far below the surface, I cannot see
what lies ahead of me, what lurks beneath

Thrashing and flailing and pining for air
Searching for safety--alas, it's not there
Hopelessness conquers the will to be free
Open my lungs and concede to the sea...

Institution of amory
Certify love with a notary
Tax reasons, lovers with benefits
Who ****** likes this ****?
I do!/I do!
Trends the longing to fleet
exponentially
For what are we (if not
numbers in love) ?
Two zeros make an 8
Lay sideways for infinity.

clean feet: :clean hands
    not to be ******
no demons/tender lambs
    antichrist (not antilife)

        disbelief
  DIRT--not heaven
  rest upon DEATH
       day 7: depart

separate          from saviours
          my soul hath not "sin"
$ave tithe to $urvive
d    i    e    m  y   w h o l e life
                   perish an instant.

we apologize when somebody bumps into us
we apologize for speaking when called upon
we apologize when we haven't done anything

i will not race to the ends of sentences
i will not apologize when you come near me
i am not a burden
i am not a waste of time
i will not be sorry for existing
i will not be sorry for existing anymore
i will not be sorry for existing anymore
i will not be sorry for existing anymore

Marvel at the sun--any closer and
we'd all be dead.
Man...this planet's great, so many things
to buy!
Savings to checking, please.
Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me
every time--every ******* time!

Screams and stomps rattle
my skull
I'm practically chanting ****
****      ****      ****
****!     ****!
but all that squirms out is a whimper
every time--every ******* time!
                                         Cowardess.

my skin isnt feeling so well lately.
i was snow.
i could be tall
i could be a beautiful goddess
i know i could.

i was wet ankles.

the most romantic basement i have ever felt

i have been pinned with a red-blue sigh

as scales perceptibly slither inside

nervous magnets struggling to hide

where are the poems that do not rhyme?

it was like i had just emerged
from the pond that you mentioned.
i don't know how long i was under
and i didn't really expect you to
pull me up
but you did
so here i am
in the garden,
breathing deep,
waiting for the next part of the dream.

am i a ghost?
i feel myself float
try to connect

sometimes i think i've been heard
but they just look through me
and look away. talk past me.

you won't see me in pictures;
it's like i'm not here.
i must be a ghost.

going unheard is easy to adjust to.
as for not existing...i'm still getting used to it.

you smother me
i'm blushing...
turning so red
i'm crimson
now violet
now blue
and now
deadddddddddddd v

trace what may be shapes shaded by reflection.
the rusty ceiling warms decadent and a calm chill
alerted the hairs on my arm. they clapped.

sweating cathedrals in the dark
tasting black, shouts and gasps
alert the lively spirits lurking above
or are they just a leaky faucet
in a bathtub?

there i was, in a house in the desert
i was in the suburbs
i was cooking in bed

the neighbor's house is freezing
i bet...
i feel like rapunzel of the tower fan

i know i quit but i could sure use
some coffee or maybe, some form of
intoxication and a nap

i feel like ****
stress at the brim
impending doom
and existing doom
despotic foreshowing
terror subdued by ads
my body is tired
i am working
class and love
invading my interests
with flesh caught
between my teeth
no
there is no ruth
here
drink this
feel better?

Cognitive numbness waxes; a
cannibal species wears me down,
chases me out; too weak to fight,
too tired to run so I hide.

leaning toward the lips.
THE lips.
you know the ones

have you ever felt bass notes underneath your skin?
the drunks aren't missing a thing.
some people absorb music like sports
which is a **** shame.

the teenage ****
reeks across the parking lot
stagnant but out of the way

replicate/\etacilper
              ignored/\ignorar

green gelatin with bone
  green gelatin with bone

one minute fragment
     one tiny section
one part of something
   nothing, nothing...