the past is the bad tattoo
that reads NO REGERTS
the train
that leaves
when you run
down the STAIRS
the label that FEDEX
left on your DOORSTEPS
a spectacular moment for THIRDS
someone spilled their life on aisle SIX
if you are responsible please clean it UP
                                                and have a nice day

my bounce house deflates on me
all pillows explode
into
airbags
where are you
i wanna say things
like i kicked *** today
and oh my day was ****
where the hell are you today
where on earth is everyone
monster
under my bed
leave the microwave
beep stuff hair in my drain
spill coffee on my white shirt
hang spider webs on my ceiling
do something where are you talk to me

you've conquered all sentiments
            you are IMPOSSIBLE
                 the time traveler
                    that kills his
                     grandfather
                     to end some
                     DINOSAURS
                        and flies
                        and coin
                     the CURE for
            spontaneous combustion
        for YOUR photogenic HEART
       captures mine as you bring me
     a w a t e r m e l o n w i t h s e e d s
   through the wormhole speed of light

my body is a carton of eggs
with nothing but cracked shells
like the other side of the moon
       the other side of a balloon
       the other side of a loop
       we see in nightmares
       like soil drought
       and traction
       like antartica's
       desert
       and Jupiter's
       europa
       my skin is cracked tampered and
       forgotten like the book of enoch
                                     no love
                                     no bones
                                     no pores
       like lidless eyes that lay red and
       dry like the surface of mars
                                     no flesh
                                     no air
                                     no sin

tiny inhabitants struggle to fit
sugar cube concerns into the
tiny space where they frolic
made out of
ties and fries
and fines and flies
paper pushing all lust
and hope into a plastic basket

if you smoke on my table
clean up your hologram
the wildest wind
couldn't erase your
instruction manual

the oxygen mask retired
looking
        for a
           treasure
             at the end
           of your
       grayscale
your cajitas are the countdown;
*en boca cerrada no entran moscas

the furious magnetic field
that surrounds your eyes
rejuvenates the hair
of synthetic clouds
white to black
as you switch
from coffee
to spirits
below
a cookies
and cream sky

i fell in love with a song
and it dragged me like a wave
where the current meets the ocean
it soaked my dress so I can digress
the wave became your love that
appeared like a ghost and like
a ghost faded through walls

i'm in an interstellar voyage
reading your melancholic poems
speeding up my rocket to find your
verses scattered all over the kuiper belt

...and a new suffocation was born.
   It synced with her arbitrary res-
   piration. I had to stop her 'cau-
   se she was choking and she'd spit
   hurtful bills that cut her throat...

increase
in released
episodes from
your world:        rare
                             random
                             ransom
for requested simplicity
oh the space made in your busy schedule
for salty lipstick splashed phone numbers

...and her ink-saliva printed bills of higher denomination
   and she exhaled with the same urgency as that of a subs-
   titute grim reaper that forgot who or why he had to ****...

arms
attached
to  benches
aim to let go
the satellite kite
that bounces left
and right like trance music
                     a swing dances
                     on my dendrites
                     that hold on
                     to your memory

your dilated-brown-eyes
expand like the naples-yellow-sun
you look at melting my blood-red-heart
diluting my deep-blue-feelings

a mesh wall smashes
people and ****-ends on
the concrete polishing sings
that read all plans cancelled streets
lay gray and sunk like a date stood up

trying to seal my eyes
   on restless nights like
        cigarette packs that
              never close properly
       sleep opens and closes
    eyelashes latch onto
thoughts. unwelcome

ink
bleeds on
my fingers
and my flesh
bleeds on this sheet
the world's skin rips open

some angels
trade wings
for fangs
to inject
poems
on  
            shiny shattered souls
            pick up those pieces
            read them
            feed them  
            to the lion

discarded books in a box
pages that hold notes
and a foot of loss
phone numbers
pressed flowers
outdated to dos
stiffened by the heat
and the rent increase
words of wrecked wounds
smashed drunkenly with no
id and no dna yellow pages of
a frightened fugitive on a freight

behind the low-fence-yard
parallel to the string-of-stars
sitting with eleven pm luster
hides the meaning of beauty
this evening you forgot your
umbrella and out in the wild
someone plays the guitar
to someone at times

spread your skin
on the egyptian silk
like your linen cloth
soaked in spilled milk

let's get through all the
seasons and ignore them

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

pendulum petals
pieces of flesh
fall off my bones
faring gravity
the closer I get
the lighter I am
my right
my left
flowery
legs
          stain
       the
    stage:
          *He loves me.
          He loves me  not.

carrying a beating soul
rubbing a breaking sun
dragging a rubber bone
roaming a carry on
screaming a song
healing my soul
freezing my
thoughts

sometimes you
just want to hold
this night morning
with your fist and
if you open your eyes
hard enough *******
eternity is yours gogetter
feel. every. bit. of euphoria
and oh that beautiful rain
bow sad ness all the
feelings in the
world are
yours
tonight
forever

and the world is yours

Sensually dancing toward
that room in which one
is encouraged to enter

                 I fall in the dead end
                 of your mouth
                 my Venus
                 my Trap

the memory
of you leans against
the deepest corner of the fissure
of my brain dried up and shrinking
like a stray pea roasted by the sun

and then he decided for the
       both of us to go ahead
           and just be friends
                  he meant
                   become
                 a memory
          like everything that
ever existed in recorded history

stop and smell
the misty roses
as you cross their path
we need liquid to have paradise
we are drops of water in the lake of life

you
are the
engine
of every
motorized
butterfly
in my gut

seal the seam
of my saturated dreams
to stare at satellites on saturn
two eyes
white stars
wine truffles

stamp scraps of stardust on my scalp
to scandalize sailors by the seashore
my sin and savior my savage love
                            c'est l'amour

not
noticing
nate
never
named
a single time
he wanted to stay
             shedding
             my flaky
             skin of
             for
             ever

the black cherry taste
of your huge lips
is the music
we sing
and sigh
the foggy
scene to which
our bodies bounce
is the melody of I don't
know how many degrees
Fahrenheit my spiral sight
doesn't need to work for
the naked eye is not
more bare than
how you'll be
fast forward

moving words
from one place
                 to another
                 declutter thoughts
                 hand wash the words
                 air dry the words
                 fold the words
store
the words
in room temperature
breath in let the words out

I can write all night
at every place you like
as an attempt to revive
the corpse you left behind
in hopes to bring you back
as I look for comfort I lounge
on love seats oh how soft is every
chaise I sit on all I touch is made out
of dust bunnies my timeline is a string
of people saying I'll be back

It was meant to be the
most important line
of all known history
but you forgot it
screenwriter
your sheer deed
equips your script
with perpetual discretion
                                     prompting props
                                     praising speeches
                                     persuading species
                                     Prussian Blue and Russian Spirits.

we dream that we are dreaming
    like Russian nesting dolls
         inserting ourselves
                 into darker
                  fantasies
dreaming deeper
drowsy keepers
                              recording the hidden truth:
                              everything that is possible
                                                   is real

the halo
your arch
   drowned
  in the starch
of our mutated
              fractures
   most things break
frosty mountains melt
scattered promises flare
driving planes on icy lanes
       forecasting plastic tactics
          arguing drastic gambling
             how fast your clothes fly
                                                        my sidewalk is
                                                        the cushioned path
                                                        of things that are best
                                                         left in the past

tap my bones
tamper my temper
tempt me on Tuesday
love me on Thursday
shut my rusty trust
trap my soul

a flock
of friends
in town
    flaunting
     futile
     fuels
any event of your life
can be put on hold
       toothbrushes
       hairdryers
       emptying
       drawers
you
know
   you
     are
       not
        alone
you
got
movies
and cookies
toothbrushes
and the toilette
doesn't get flushed

cleavage
         and a pitcher
                of Sam Adams
                              adapt
                      to the trap
                           of heels
                       that clasp
                          trespass
                   this roaring
                      rapture
                 roaming
             the streets
         your
             statuesque
                 figure
                   fractured
                       your
                          allure
                             in
                              a
                             strapless
                           dress
                        giving
                     more
                 for
            less
       I pass
I guess

speed-dating
fast-learning
falling
for
the immediacy of chaos
sometimes to feel alive
you have to be broke(n)
the beauty
the uncomfortable
mind
the wallet
skating
through
rhetorical
landscapes

a million dollar look:

a dollar purse
a smile on your face
a hole in your pocket

try
to
tame
the
toll
of
your
fear
for
your
throne
should
not
train
your
tears