I am cab ma, please
don’t! Is I, lass, I who brought
scald without such pains.

I am mumbling
coherently a ******
most apparently.

Phospholipids leave
envelope area soon
endoplasmic doom.

Opened neutral taste
I’m sinking in laughing at
something sunken in.

What hell overwhelm
brings ribosome organelle
use geared hither, tell?

Seceded certain
atoms like Democritus
withdrew incursion.

Truncated heavy
organelles under tissue
systems use cycles.

Half polypeptide
accents intergenetic
nuclear spaces.

Departed parts ring of days
Park a farce in a myriad of silly ways
Drink on my lows, things happen
sing rhymes from toothpaste town
Protiens in my eyes break down
Give way to black-eyed scelera
Pupil covered cataracts
Moccasins left in a muddy rain tent
Floody grass below a blue tarp

Toes curl like my furled eyebrows
Note left on the coffee table
Musky dust in the air sets the scene:
Cough cough
A sleezy jumper cable
Laid down in a thin moat surrounding my feet
Boats don't float in fleece sheet fleets
Astride rippley waves of murky sand
I sink up to my throat the grass grows
Into my nose

leaning on a rusty figure eight
my nails chip away at it
head on the tabletop lifting breaths from the center
minute single snares snap capturing the space
time reddens and swells like a bruise around me

sop up my wilted remains from the garden plots
polyglots in my sinuses whisper rhymes in sanskrit
laughin in rhythm within my toe tappin on icy paths
a buncha doughey toesies poking in the carpet

just thought of really deliciously ridiculous mean stuff to do
Rayne fed me an onion and I almost spat it back in his face
And then he fed me a bite of his dessert on a spoon and left the spoon in my mouth
And I almost spat it on the floor
And then he was breathing out and I really wanted to burp in his face
young tongue gone dumb
from bunned girls harsh sling
delirious
here: clear he is
Romare Bearden
Forrest Bess
I’ll becoming through
The truth will soon be-coming through me
Hmmmmm. What's that? sniff sniff Smell yummy. Hmmmm. Oh! Oh! Hot! Hot hot hot hot!! blows blows hmmmm Yummy!

I live uh in uh bigguh one
Bringin thuh more folk lore son
I needuh see muh forearm grunt
Leaninonuh bruh uh fun

Anyway, Anaplasmata act aptly and abstractly
Backhands ******* balky baklava
Caractal chasm chant "Catty cavalry can't"
Dactyl dada dawns Djakarta drab

Larva ask dab-tap shabby knack lad
"Ever elect effete experts elsewhere?"
A clad daddy wants a dark jab dart
Fleece fleets flee flecked flyspecks

Cleft feet eve expels three resew eres
Gentle germs gelde grebe's geyser
Cede effects leek fell pecks self lyfes
Hellbent helmsmen helped hexed herders hence

Glen's remelted eggs be Serge-Grey
It insistingly implys impish ipsissimis insipidity
He held next her belched sender heel
Jiggling jibs jinx jimmy's jill jig

Its smilingly spiny impish mississippi I-I-I Is It dinty?
Kidding kibitz kick killing kings kitsch
sigil sign jimmy jib jingling jil
Livid linitis limits limbs limp

Big **** kid kicks thinking gill's zit kink
Midriffs mimics Mis's minimizing mistypings
Slim villi distils it, mini blimp
nil ninhydrin nihilists nicks nyxis nightly

Ms Mmisty's zip disc, if firm, is miming mining
ontology on top of oophoron ostomy.
Hindi hint silly lynchings. Skinny nix I stir
phonology 'pon phytol plywood poops polyglots pompons.

Polygon hoof-moon on poor toys toot
qophs
phony thong ploy loops monolog poppy.  Woody plop! Psst!
Rooks romp rootstock rods

"Posh" - Q
Schoolroom scoffs scoop shockproof snort stools
Mock stork pro or door toss
Thyrotomy 'top torpor tot's torso

So-so rooftop honk slots. Morocco sloops off
Usufruct tu upchucks
Stormy troops root to tot trothy
Vulgus vult vults

**** such curt cut ups
Wrung wctu
Vulgus vult vults
Xu

Wrung WCTU
Yummy yurts
Xu
Zulu zymurgy

Yummy! Try us!
Lawman scandal any pay at a scab yap tat tartly
Zulu zymurgy
Almanac-scratch that-clay tract vacancy

Grout in my corners
grounded up
Heat up the tiled car
Floored feet parallel
Sit atop my square
Then crack it down
Treat it like inside from here
Warmer in there together

He tried not to cry. With his trenching tool,
which weighed five pounds, he began
digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool.

The intransitive Martha. Over Her letters he'd drool,
and over the burning fire he'd place the pea-can.
He tried not to cry with his trenching tool.

Bible in his knapsack, towards Than Khe the cruel
march agonized, where the burning cross would then stand
digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool.

He sat at the bottom of his foxhole and rubbed the wool
sweater brought by resupply choppers. The other shouted from their holes, "How'd Ted land?"
He tried not to cry with his trenching tool.

"I swear to God-boom-down. Not a word." The others fueled
the rage-rage against the dying of the light. Jim felt bad
digging a hole in the earth. He felt a fool.

Five straight saturday mornings
the fishy monks stood on the stile
eating salubrious fish.
It ruminated health from the rostrum.

say say let me see,
take me to the hay
I'll find through soft lenses my rose colored senses
lie on my back and flip
tip me off my ******
Strip me down to my knuckles slip me under feel my knees buckle
I submit and be
let it flow over
I lie in the hay until I've beenagain
And again I'm good

Master of self contained combust
sustained breath ******
bust pushed back words cut
swords clacked knacks “nails ‘n’ tacks for snacks” lacked facts
Your facets flow-faucets expel droplets: fire
where the burnt bed liar lies crying -- you

Filled glass full brims past with *****
line crossed etch embossed last sonnet promise
kept not-sigh-Stitched inner eyelash
compelled to expel by belch lost items:

sash

bonnet

truncated candles

defunkitated mandibles

Overflowing belly ripens open
bile burns sigils thighs sizzle
urns drizzle ashes past my battle axis
orbiting faxes from your praxis
binds my essence to my existence

Peaceful waters rest
this *** is glass
Forgiven and Clear

The Mother in space demands
that we all learn to read Hegel
in the original German.
She pours me a glass of lemon
grape koolaid and rubs
my eyes out of my head
but the sugar in the juice
is so thick in my body and veins
that they clump and scratch
my capillaries.
I feel the pressure in my fingertips
and the inside of my nose,
the part I push on to relieve stress.
A lonely doe in small grass,
perched roughly near the space commander,
is proximal
approximately wrapped in gauze
from bone to toe in shawls
of dead wasps, strips in equal length running up
deer thighs. Proximal to my soul, my essentiality.
This is a technique called “Relocating
The Issue”

my mom slept in my bed on friday
and left her sheets on there
and I got bit by a spider.
it bit both my elbows.

One time she went to circle k for lottery
and saw a monk buying lottery
and thought it was hilarious.
She'd say "He's a monk!
why is he buying lottery!"
she said he got the power play

riverrun past eve and adam so
fast it tossed up my chainmail
vest. For a second it shone my
tattered back battle scars.

I’m not one to reminisce
about bad times but the fish
I had wrangled had rattled so fierce
I bell ****-boreward into the fox
of fishing hooks.

Dangling pirate hands shredded
sails salty water waves filled my
whales -- “ARR ME BACK”
The fish cackled and got away.

The boat was in the Abiquiu river, a ways away
a way a lone a last a loved a long
the riverrun

My mirrors in my house will show you that
even when we stand in my highest atmosphere
and neither of us can breathe
you can still feel your fingertips.

I've got no chance and nothing to say.
I just wanna look with you
push through my ribcage and touch my wounds
and keep it open where it longs to close

Its strong solid force transcends health,
It emits stillness slowly and incessantly.
From the space between the twist in a Klein bottle
and the tips of my knees where all my weight is,
I leave, like my hand from the stove.

Up and up and open up
My doors are shut I wouldn't budge
so swallow locks but doorknob holes
to eat through bugs that can't disgruntle
and crashing mantle formed in gravel

Pushes digs bushes roots in deeper to
The thunderbrush tickles sordid sighs
Rubs sickles on distorted thighs
Leaves humble dries
I strives

take out my steel supports
then bombard me with a swelling
attack me in the courts
I'll snap your snakes with saddle shapes

a rocky steam boat on a pile of pretty dirt
birds leaving an electric wire
a jar of water with a grimy lip
mexicans outside the liquor store

Who made it out alive
and I thought you lose

otherwise my eyes bother
will look away ill
something I thought could finish at the bottom
maybe foreign here

why know the bear in my mow
stare in my soul
watch me crawl

Tell effigaic lackadaisical lillies
le cafe file a gilt cicada ilk sillies
fillie aisles a acidic lick clef feel
icicles dial as illicit greek alphalpha

become cemented in my clementine indents
comb thru my spritzer peels and feel my scales
cradled back curved with soft hands and knuckles
cover me with darker pigments of blue
I'll swell under the thick, grow mold in my creases
fill in access points so my insides stay ripe

Tapped my fastest handles
constructs a transparent world.
Do it right and you'll cry with me.
Cough in my face and scoff.

Shaky hands cover the horno
keep in the heat.
If my eyes could close tighter you'd be ripe
And I'd be tight.

Mhm uh nah huh.
See me not seeing si?
C

People were swimming the lake racing loch ness.
The ones wearing skimpy wet suits were winning.
Well wasn’t whatever that one thought false?
Quiet quaker meditations may prove true.
Big mouth filled with one long tooth.
When I see three oranges, I juggle,
When I see two towers, I walk.
My feet hurt from walking.
I got lost in the park.

She cradled the soil in her arms and rocked, nursing the sodded ground.

Not that you can see but I carry my feet in my soul
and wait cold for my ride, stare into space while blank-eye strays.
Leaning closer, you swing away
You move me

watchful there, remove my clothes, idle and naked,
to steep in the tea water-it makes my skin-and
eyes and nose and ears close.
I feel the ceiling sop up my bones,
smarmy murmurs flood my nostrils.
I wanna be deep down beneath it
so I slip and sink below cement
nourish weeds and grass
vines that cling to my backside.
I drive my bones home and leave it out to dry

At home I sit and into cups I shout:
Feed me brother
Lick my teeth, I can't bite
But I can see, so show me you
who tied a knot so heavy in my shoulders

we hid in the juniper bushes drinking mountain dew
during the lights red and blue intervals he threw up and i held my ***

at 5 we pretended to jog away

Three days in a row I've spent the
afternoon sighing
The buzzing out my window drones
My bones are still drying

I ought to be good at this
Can't speak for dem but I think they'd say so too
They ought to be good at it
Walk a mile and then snooze

Gazing past the moon
Fed yesterdays sorrows
Scratched my ears and borrowed
"For once I ought to speak soon"

They say she sleeps ad infinitum
Eternal recurrence burns my furnace
Warm my bedded head
In her sleep she swoons and croons

Cockatoo flown past what I'd grasp for
Can't catch that flack slack back snapped crack
My pursed lips perched like a mourning dove
Shoos yew canoes past blue pools and coos
"No new news"
In this hallway I walk through it
Acknowledge and be with me here
Not there at the end

She begs for company
An affirmation of the sufficient subsets,
Experienced in essence through forms
She can't sleep