branches brew blazing flowers
under the yellow-spinning sun

y o u a r e everycrowdedplace

a voracious wrath vanishes
varnishes stick to all wounds
in the womb we vent the room

repel the wasps that wait on
the inner side of the window
for the light to toast them

the bulb is a wastebasket
with light stuck in it

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!* (from Mcbeth
by William Shakespeare)

the voodoo doll
and his stuffed soul
jammed, aware
Tis time, 'tis time
pillow stuffing
creepoo muffin
may you enjoy
Tis time, 'tis time
the view of
1000 windows
so you pick one
Tis time, 'tis time
and fly away
dirt head
get the hell. (out)
*Tis time, 'tis time

i believe in repetition
i believe in disco *****
there is
a party
going on
we all clap
i celebrate
subjective realities
that give me extreme
and give me earth
let 'em eat cake

you buff the sky
and its chunky clouds
just to make it into galactic vows
for a split second you replace every bit
of cushioned decor into a exuberant screen:
all the meteor showers
kaleidoscope sunsets
solar systems
galaxies
wiped
to project
a quasar cast
a best-thing-ever blast
a point-of-no-return voucher and
all that glitters is not gold it's your smile

i have your e y e s
with me and they
only fit in a pizza box
                                      it's hard to take them on the train
                                      it's hard to take them on the bus
                                      it's hard to take them on the railroad
to the museum to the theater to the opera
to the ***** churches and rigorous opening
parties and the extravagant police stations

                                      i cannot take your e y e s anywhere
                                      i cannot take your e y e s
                                      i cannot take you

you sm0ke cigarettes
as she s m e a r s
your b r a i n
with that sweet talk
and that sleek walk
rep0rt to the r0bbery
of her b0iling brawl
embrace the rapture
of her r0asted b0nes