Those saying they gave all gave nothing. 

No one knows she's crying for me. 

With trashhbags spilling from their pockets, the children weep as the men enter their silent temple. 

With potatoes in their hands and bricks on their heads, the women wait for the husbands. 

As priests they exit. All normal patterns again. 

I will separate these teeth from your heart as you scan my newest story. 

I've lost your wonder. Why everything is the same as it was remains a mystery. 

Why these eyes, this heart of mine, why not hers?

Hate simmers. Nothing cooks below. 

One more tin of cream. One more song repressed. A wife with her matchbook terrors. Skin pale, coupons clipped to save heart the extraneous cost. 

Out of the door the lesbians begin their drinking games. 

Smile of mine tell me more meets the eye. Look at the hearts and the pressing of its meats. 

Rearrange the peelings. 

Masculinity transmits over the air. I use this time to soften my bellly. 

The noose catches fire. His tears dousing the freedom. 

First date at theater. Curtain call, begin Love's Final Act. 

The death of you in pieces against rocks. 

Reading for signs of traumatized marrow assuming it is not. 

Warnings of obsession and secrecy as I pollute the sabretooth's mouth. 

My vacation shortened. Flying and seeing the dreams of next time whipping past. 

Coarse hair on my tongue. Trails of you when I speak. 

When will you fade? Love is dead. Let it pass. 

The figure and the ridge shake me. Alone counting how the years have not healed this scar. 

A day. And then a night erased from memory. 

While he speaks I'm told to stop sending letters. 

May the lines become thinner. The hush universal. 

A quiet time. Seen in the sun for the first time. 

Continue reading of deeds snared by Karma. 

Restore yourself for my benefit. 



And so this is the poison she poured into my ears:

 whisper whisper kiss. 


Of the poison what is there holding the vials together?

Machine cut squares knowing the curves of her *******. 

Pressed, brushed to perfection. Where is the warmth beyond the warmth?

Not the glow of nocturnal furnaces. The pressing of skin to the belly of coals. 

Only a mask hiding tears from the public eye. 

It is what you seek. 

Ignite me and marvel alone. 

Explain my scars to me in final excitement. 

On one shoulder I collect the rain. My other brings the spillings. The pool at my feet dries, gathers flies. 

My eyes never closed. My muscles began to shiver and this is all that can be said of last year. 


This year will be dosed heavy with dreams. 


The telephones will soon empty thief wife's of our conversations. 

New dust and **** will cover the bricks our hands feathered over. 

Plates we consumed our dreams on will break, become clean and discarded with the closing of cafe doors. 

You dying and older. Increasing desire. Your basket full of fruit. Your soil toiled in the night. Roots taken, their precious hollows filled. 

Damaged Boardwalk. Mussels cracked, pearl less by design or circumstance. 

Fake both hope and love. Slip away in the pilings of some Ferrari. 

The ash of your candle. Where is it now?

So close to the sea. Yet these stains remain. 

Burn or transgress. Your stones sink in my heart. 

An open letter since birth. 

The barge floats. The operators celebrate the river's damming. 


May you hear my tears in your happy silence.


Just a leaf in the sidewalk. Talks of saplings vanished in the processing. 

Here together in the colder air. 

Forgetful muse, run. Steal their wrestling's warmth. 

The swell beckons. We've yet to share this drink. 

Taste yourself on this raw plate. Fight and move away mediocrity. 


Few lover's sons left. 


Pick your battles from the bag with your boots and that picture of the lion escaping its cage whilst I fell into yours. 

Is there anything else or is this less than what you wanted?

Rude for noting your thinning soles and the leather's scars.

Hard to consider compensation for this blood you've been given. Diseased congealing life force. 

Awake and celebrating with me the people you've left. On this shore, this glimpse of Hell. 

Tossing and turning farther away from refuge. 

Mildewing pamphlets of my red and white memories. All the paintings we're without. 

Hack off my feet and keep me close. I float. Your hauntings with delusions of bliss. 

This is foolish, my pride in the envelope and later the shells. 

Every beacon a reminder to swim farther. Sirens witness my solace.  

Choking back wallows and whispers.

May Neptune weep as I fail in his righteousness. 


Into God's own heart I nestle. Finding rest eternally. 


Young Dracula, stop circling and take me.

As in cargo ships.
Fear takes pictures below.
My heart lies in stone ballasts.
Saving letters.

I burn it down.
Burn it down & walk away.

Correct.  
Ate, now sick.

Years ago fruit grew.
My wound grows skin with wine.

& she burns.
Price payed for pale beauty.

Still alive.
My torch home.

I search for my children
Frozen in winter's grace.

Three hours until I'll fall in love again.

Drive through the river black. Crawl home & ask, "Would?" to all strangers with foreign coin. A royal breath to understand this sadness. Steel risk sets a new face for this journey.

Lover, a hole opens in the universe & we step lightly to the side. Heavens pour forth, searching for this true love. Rapture is born & we taste it's clean purity.

Monstrous fumes bellow, their source, a simple treasure chest. Inside, the flame still burns. Sun-scarred eyes. Love steals the rot from my bones, a simple frame keeps me here.

Take in this amazing night.

So there is this curve finding its path, straightening.
And its lines stay, its shape changes.
A beating of youth's innocence.
The curve shivers,
cradles this loss in rigid angles.
Doorknobs above this plane twist and turn in strange resonance.
Light removes our square from its rest,
the curves recalls & falls in its haste.
Searching for new ground.

A page turns, a movement is here.

This hole opens, chambers become themselves thrice over.

Severed hands to hold your millstone.
He is one from the soil.
Slowed down for the many of stitch.

Sing and marry your heart to the loss.
Losing love to the run.
See the windows blow by. 

To ****. To die.
Inside.

No no no.
Please do not leave me.
Keep your eyes closed.
With mine.
Taste from cups of horrors.
The angular rotting flesh.
Take the mean street to visit Bach.
Lay your head and pound your chest.
Well from below.
And saints on deathbed.
I'm tearing down a wall.
Staring at a stillness.
The florist from the sun.
You're breaking your back.
And the crowd sings of unison.
Trumpets.
Peace filled holdings.
Grass in a locket.
Remove your mirrors.
Youth, grow old and free us.
From your peace of yesterday.
The lake is raised.
The sun is stained.
Ruined.
Watching from a funeral.
Cry in the morning.
And sleep on the evening.
Hold close a breeze for a blanket.
Bend and lead.
Sleeping by the intercom.
While you graze and worship me.
Not yesterday.
God.
I know you wanted love.
The twelve dollar stain flickers in my mind.
The walk home and the creaks in his heart.
Dreams of litigation.
Night's separation.

A reality in between.

Twenty seven megahertz. Imagining myself in the restroom choking on a crushed throat. This fact is separated by a lack of sleep and much consumption of eleven dollar nostalgia.
A forced talisman of luck and truth. Like words etched onto monumental slabs of cheap granite. Floating in me, two forces join and near a ******. Above my clavicle, closest to the tainted essence nesting in between white skull and black heart. The forces fall like dead and wingless rocks from Heaven.
I try to remove my phantom from you. I try to put myself in your new shoes.
The old ones discarded with the techniques of innocence and lessons of a true first love.
You glow now. From every glossy cover I see you are strong and your wounds smoothed.
The trenches filled and paved. Lonely cathedrals blossom from your naked body. We all wait quietly to worship and sacrifice. Our scratchings wait and you open your mouth.
You open your legs and we baptise our sins in the crashing. We are all reborn of you, inside you.
Away and always this Hell turns back.

Somewhere far away, MI.

The third hurricane. And the few parts that skip, pierced and questioning. Two kinds answer with the days of telephoto webs, before there was much more to be said.

Diamonds spill over floors, on fingers then become squares from the tub's refuge. Fitting places for best friends.

Seas of sweat sway and break near the stucco. Final snowslide in ecstasy just before the window. Seasons of emotion and music hold no breaths.
The snow searches. Wondering influx.

"Just beyond the lungs, the soul waits."

Afflicted he sways. 
He tells me this. 
Then his ears bleed. 

Again, she's coming. 

He too is there. 

Under the cover of tequila I slipped and moved into your shoes. 
The burning sensation and the multiple *******. 

So, alone I will move. 

This is proving difficult. 
To take this heart and find the metrics necessary. 
This liquid has no geometry. 
These coughs are nothing syptomatic. 

My throat it will bleed. 
And then I will sleep. 

Again the fluid makes its own level. 
So when the pens are counted and the ounce is shortened, feel comforted. 

This gesture. 
Pointing towards a technology. 

Become the theater. 
Be the vessel of integrity. 

Oh 
we see 
your stitches bursting

and

we hear you mumble unholy lamentations. 

I offer myself discipline. 
And to you I portray daffodils. 
Or a primrose if this act does not resonate. 

Applaud yourself. 
For asking is cause ways for approval. 

This is all wiped away. 

The storms so angry and fully misunderstanding their torment blew rebirth. 


And now the trains stop too frequently. 
The continental steel divide is voiceless. 
The more powerful elements;

Clicking of tongues. 
Wagging of yellowed fingers and floppy tails. 

Open your ballot so they may steer your children's fate. 

All I wrote of now belongs to you. 
My every step covers me in unapproachable clouds. 

Silvery leaves in the forest. 
All laying down, nestling my head. 

As depressed waters. 

Discipline here. 
On this barrier of shadow, light and shadow. 

I meant to change the tapes. 
Giving this entity a broader palette. 

The classics, they just screech when inspected. 
My gazes of the house divert down to my feet. 
Its contents remained. 
Holding still and lingering with hares be. 

But I have changed. 

I kept myself with company and forgot the stories and lessons. 

So you see, your raising is now just a sad story left to burn. 

I move my feet over, not onto the tarmac. 
Gliding into the private jet and spreading my legs for these buttery levers and cartons. 
Behold the cranes and doves toiling and rising in my heart. 

Soon to drown in the acidic memories your voice is offering. 
With the push of a button I destroy your misdirection. 

The afterwards is nothing. 


Searing pain from his shadow!
How wholely I am burned by this flare from across the river. 
A touch on my shoulder and there are not enough concubines to drown my anguish. 

Display your show of strength. 
Sit with me and listen. 
It is best for us both. 


Cotton picking. 
Leathered eyes searching for currency. 
The wait outweighs the risk. 
Be honest. 
They are lying and you knew. 
Shake my hand. 
Make it mine and learn the importance of minutes. 

Trip over me as I capture this moment with your flailing aperture. 

Your head straight and your spine back to normal strength. 

Masters. 

The old emperors in comfortable clothes full of invigorating erections. 

Be tasteful with your removing a. 
Leave the droppings and soak in as much as you can. 

Who am I, young skinwalker?

Remove this part and hear his sufferings no more. 

Some lady sheds for the rest.

Southern mortars and northern pestilence. 

You should do something today. 
And stray from the strange. 


Bring your mountain stick and walk. And this is the third of your final lines. 
This, the second. 
And this is the last of you.

August Twenty Fifth

Avenue.
The sky with your family.
If we had more information.
More lies.

Without a vocal why.
I ask.
Words dying silent.
These minutes define a life sentence.

I stop.
Examine shoes.
Reveal to you.
Grave spectacle.
Tar soaked heel and sole.

Cities swallow.

Lies and *****.

Dyes of the month.

Years later, alleyways  beckons.
Skirts slid towards Hell.
Dull knife.
Reminding her to dive deep into royal gene pools.

Reminding her to avoid boys with boots.

Retraining my exhalation sacrifice.

Difference of four hundred thousand dollars.

It is this effort is too much.

Exhale.

With his festered one ton heart. 

I hear it every night. 
In every eye I close. 

There's a bridge without an answer. 
There's a death to hide. 

Feel the hour of closing sores. 
The flesh is found to die. 

The fools flood the asphalt. 
Delivering their hearts over, into the abyss . 

Sleeping alone but fret not. 
There are none and the notes speed. 

Her hips closer. 
And his hair is thinning more. 

Every night with every white. 

Please, without an answer. 
Deliver me peace to drool alone. 

Against the shackles of youth. 
And promises. 

And everything.

when I was a boy
I knew I
liked you best

but time undoes things
& rots
the very best


if I were a boy
I'd like
to

Think
about
what's next

I'd use my
sharpest blade
& groom you in your nest

but I'm just a girl
who's failed

o'er & o'er..


passed  your tests

and you're just a boy
pawing at my chest

my chest
under cover,

it,

sweet

or swell

enter

Wake in dirt from bone and copper. 
Collect facts from years ago. 
Remember openings and close those beginning. 
Breathe to fill the day. 
Counting hairs alone. 
 
Float and feel my blood dance else away. 
 
She asks for the gaze as my eyes give focus inward. 

Wrapped in showmanship and loneliness. 

These rings bond and the form begins tumbling. 

Create lift and heal all waters swollen.

Wake in dirt from bone and copper. 
Collect facts from years ago. 
Remember openings and close those beginning. 
Breathe to fill the day. 
Counting hairs alone. 
 
Float and feel my blood dance else away. 
 
She asks for the gaze as my eyes give focus inward. 

Wrapped in showmanship and loneliness. 

These rings bond and the form begins tumbling. 

Create lift and heal all waters swollen.

My mouth stands strong.
Ribbon of drool match those in reflection.
My accolade full circle, royal undertow.
Vellicating in dishonourable mysticism.
Moving here & there.
Moving water, wine & a wisdom separating love from the ore.
Learning where musical savants & initiates dim the lights.
Inspectors test restraints, narrowing memory. Now forgotten.
Wake up, remove hairs sprinkled in hidden testimonial.
Misgivings in this shellacked house of homes.
Intellection. Ascending, bending bones. Fissured left-behinds.
To purify all your thoughts.
Resisting universal locomote.
Heels in foreign grease. Bare soles departed.
Movings of brilliantly painted soil.

Telephones relate & relay the balmy decisions you are making.

so here I am, in evening's day,
watching as lines draw importance among charts
erased, once holy.
my tools collapse, blood letting instruments
raising grave. terra firma,
influence for siblings & greed to rest.

I am here, head high.
images burrow into my core, burned I shiver,
waiting forthem to control this grey brain, requesting,
from that moment, I'll throw them into
her paper grave.

why? why has the dawn come again?
one decade,
I waited for night.
& minutes agone, I spat in morning's eye.
tomorrow's evening I'll curse,
praying with head held, that sunrise
will not forget me.

slipping into my grave.
stepping out politely,
to wave my hand & contort my mouth,
pressure my heart & tense my bones.

now I'm alone.
& these potential loves can not
cure
my continual wishing or
halt these searches.

tattered auras weave into purple thread.
tattoed ivory wraps Turkish gold.

here.
here I am,
fousing or nodding;

the heavy weight of ink's stroke,
drawing you,
farther away.

it hurts when I speak.
it wakes when I breathe.

A phone call to inform me of grave robberies. 

Just the removal of this leg.  One leg to find balance. 

The sea tells me I am just searching. 

In the same sea I accept your disappearance. 

Morning breathes. 

Your voice on my door step. 


The morning holds a breath.
 
And you speak. 

The words begin. 


Stars fall, breaking the cloud of thirty cigarettes. 

Unnoticed, they rest aroun us,
As anxious snowflakes on some Winter night.

Starting to focus. Using my mother's strength. 
Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. 
I'm noticed. 
More important than working watches. 
New York City closes my eyes. 
Time is now kinder and kinder. 
Close your eyes beautiful. 
You've read every page. 
Skipping whatI read most. 

I swim in your sleep. 
Waking with flushed skin. 
Warm and with night's air included. 

You ask if I'm dreaming. 
With silence, your day begins. 

 Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. 
The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. 
Awake listening to all. 
Those before me, coming and going. 
And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. 

I am told you have two hearts. 
One from before and one in your bed. 
Saved for later.

Kiko saw.
With every passing moment he grew weaker from his conquests.
They were leaving behind galaxies.
Weight trailedhe & his lovers.
Unable to comprehend these galaxies,
unaware of their mechanisms
& how to dismantle them,
they scarred their eyes
& built bridges to others.
Taking stones from the past
& trying to build a future,
never searching,
never creating forms of their own.

The curse. Kiko had forgotten temporarily.  

Long ago, his family spoke of a curse.

From a lover's wound.
Some say she was born in the air.
Her parents were of the sky.
& unspoken infidelity led to her birth.
When she was born, she fell from her mother's womb tumbling down to the ground.
Her mother ripped life's cord from her belly, fighting her infant child as they fell.

The daughter found love & devoured it quickly.
A fury of passion & promises broke with secrets held.
Tinted with momentary happiness & dwellings of depression.
Everything love was supposed to be, she had. & everything the master told of her love she felt.

She ate her lover.
Devoured first his soul & ground his bones into powder.
Charred his handsome flesh & played with his muscles.
She pasted his muscles together with the soup of his bones.
His soul became her mask.
She loved her lover.
Guilt washed over for this new ******.
& thus born, with her carnage, a new identity.

She was void of Death. Death had not seen her born & was blind to her life.

I dream of hearts hung by their own arteries.
Choking for air.
Leaving a sea of endless memories
forgotten promises.
Always there.
Never aware.
Faceless ghosts so familiar.
I kiss them, every one of them &
my soul is stolen, little by little...
Caustic Tattoos
Caution...
& you?
Don't come at me with that.
You felt it & don't you lie.
don't you cry
Back at the wake & don't you fckng try.
This presence of yours is becoming irritable
Warm. Too warm...
I've lost all layers.
All that remains in a blood soaked,
bare ***** frame.
For you to hang your every worry.
For you to blame all but you.
I don't blame you.
No, really.
I don't blame you.
No really.
I don't blame you.

Today I shall meet cruel men, cowards and liars, the envious and the drunken. They will be like that because they do not know what is good from what is bad. This is an evil which has fallen upon them not upon me. They are to be pitied, not... Stolen, but fitting. Here are your words. To be blessed with such grace & virtue in my dull, blank world. Goodnight..

"I met someone new today. Ooo oo ooo."

With all the locks secured & having noticed my security, a voice whispers and life becomes complete.
Fleeting words, passion tumbles from the ceiling. With epiphanies, little rooms left for my own discoveries. The life of rhythm is disrupted. A new medicine for use in moderation.
A guitar, fragile with echoes of perfection. But what is there to keep?
A sunset fades & a new line is born.
This is what we truly want.
This is freedom & the choice of options.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me & we wake.

But is there something else?

Complete & full in the moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing in & civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral only to fall far down the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.

and i crawl with these degrees
and i dress real casual

and i break your pretty jaw

and in a cell i nurse my heavy wounds

on my chiseled shoulder

and i sit

think
'
wonder how

you got away with

it

wonder how im alive

because love

kills all

start in that precipice that separates innocence, ****** realization & that slippery ***** of *******.
@@@ a farm.
@@@ a wheat field.
@@@ a place free of distraction.
&&& an open place golden and ashen in color.
&&& a possible monolith
&&& maybe a tree, its branches reminiscent of those three sisters of fate.
@@@ there is dust or ash on the tree. It is collected over years.
Or it is collecting there now.
@@@ there is a monolith full of golden bars and it is burning
@@@ the monolith has been set on fire as a means to an end
@@@ Robert's parents die in this fire
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hopes to secure his future.
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hope to clean their past, to seal it. In other words to cut a loose string. In other words to tie a knot.
'

by way of the solemn.
more so than
by way of the brilliant.

emotions
not fully focused,
would perform deeds unaware,
evil impure, pooling and swirling.
young stagnant river, aging unnoticed under Missourian mountains.
take a stroll now to mend all your wounds.

from hope or pain you will close your eyes.

                                      coax today's life to a slumber.
                       know today's knife is your slumber.

I can describe no more detail.

take watch?
                      "no, not yet."
stand?
and we shall not kneel?
or bring arms for our raining March?
                      "no, not yet."
bend.

phantoms now.

over the timbered forests, a glow becomes a guide.

yes move towards and follow.
sever their source of medicines.
nod yes, smile while peace is burning.
cook fire
   and eat, drink to a merry dance.

a shadow watching you now.
your shadow so curious,
                                 betraying you now.

"home..."

cried for,
in wet gulps near black gulch filling
with you.
closest scarlet.

by way of the solemn, more so than by way of the brilliant.
it is tested again.
hypothesize
or abandon your
growing truth.

time proves its weight.
over and over.

this is now end.

thy hymn of rot

accept blood and broken glass.
thanking old lords.
hiding my bruised shoulders.
a pint of blood when I smile.
radiance allows me another sip.
cold water.

a witch hunt.
missing the scar and gnawing.

accountability.

appeal to consequences of a belief.

What am I supposed to do now?

Now that this is. 

And knowing only there are more
moments to come. 

I am to be here feeling the ships

sinking and the lights dimming 

then extinguishing

with no discretion between

the two.

The last transmission.
From the porch, tones entangle.
The knot is a loss.
The soft scales break your waters.
The gleam revals the rlin.
To pieice your heart and question why not sooner.
It is trust.
You must follow, you must not stray.
The fable sings of loss.
A brash whimper.

And here. 
Among wights. 
Missing all tickets unsold. 
Calling all who lived and felt. 

It is colder. 
And the wounds are raising. 
And again with revenue as to portray. 
"It is gone." She says. 
And I dream. 

Of that razor to steal my heart. 
And who steals my blood daily. 

Though not as to compost. 
Poisoning flowers. 
Oxidizing. 
And fermenting her soil. 

Soon again. 
I will drink. 
My ears warm. 
The morn brings leashed air. 
A chuckle at present. 

Of the last. 
Of past words misunderstood. 

Once of four. 
And once of five. 
And yeah, we speak in high tones. 
In vague terms. 

Of times arrived. 
Departing flights forgotten. 

Many moments undersold. 

Still I taste. 
A forced kiss. 

Too loved to unleash. 
And so I wonder who said, "Who?"

Oh bother. 

Speech of idiots. 
Words ******. 

I deny all salves. 
All soothing. 
All encompassing. 
Sweet chestnut colored love. 

Curves to hold and suffer subsurface. 
Sans scars. 

Food tomorrow. 
After today, food tomorrow. 

I recall her taste. 

As recalled, I remember. 

The violence. 
And pride.
After the meal. 
The tears and the urination. 

After theft. 

I swam. 
With those who denied. 

And those who gave. 
Who took?

She sat. 
And I swam. 

And they spoke. 
The water. 

I emerge on new skin. 

Skin of those before. 
Of dreams wondered. 
Dreams failed. 

I pursued and entered. 

A feast. 

A drink. 

Soft pelts.

A bed and works of excuse. 

Drowned in water. 

Drowned in love. 

My sweet ancient temple. 
The skies of false truth. 

And the ******* of an angel. 

The miss of one married. 
Scarred. 

Loud speeches. 

Parades across the globe. 

And hopes of love. 

Goodnight sweet muse.

Share stars.
Name me.
Share stars & ***** in silence.
Violating geometry.  
You Pierce me.
Odorless.  
Formless soul.
Questions hang near your pink temple.
I fade betrayed.
Again.

Like a baby's mouth you suckle.
Amber treat.
Place hold with demise darling.

Smile with me.
Jump in.
Frame smaller than this nest.

Me.
And my teeth.
Dreams of simple love.

Live on roads.
Exist at home.
In your throat.

Your once happy ending.
A threat sears.
Blue.
Blue and true.

My teeth and your home.
And we hold.
Stimulate.
An ounce removed.

Sweat and move.
Towards others.
Above ourselves.

And my eyes remove.
Over and over.
Into grey pain.
Tear.

I won't know if you fall.
I wouldn't know if you struggled.
Still would not know if you've tried.
I've heard of your gasoline sippings.
& your fertility fading.
Hearing more of your legs.
Your twisted nose.
Evident now that it's grown.

Blue is now the future. I wait.

It is the one who held a key and
fell to Earth.

A fool. A coward and now a
priest.

What horror must I fund for your
world to collect me?

I'm unsure when security made
its way into my pants.

Lesions and twenty two packets
of salt.

A man and his automatic
   revolver.

A subscription to Penthouse.

But the most wonderful time is
my own.

Proof that hard work and tireless
effort yields errors.

Quoting your favorite movies and
collecting different tastes in
fetishes.

A fetus and a geisha collecting
dust in a temple.

What pulls the thread from the
wheel must remain untouched.

It is like a season of poor
choices.


But what must go stays unsaid.


Example.

A group of people, forgiven now.
A couple, elderly but with child.
A man behind the street unseen but from one degree. Another man alone and staying inside. And what could that be inside a person's garage.
Forgiven  
Moving on
In quietly asked hush3s a
nd the performance begin s

The couple hiding and asking others about things with state men's attache ed
Pull me in a huneed pulls and I then discover amateur
Ambidextrous men some women
You saw the water when realizing

to chase gone


The bluest rounds of something moving again. And then something else moved alone
And then I believe it to be something

A stranger thing to be sure and then later on a newer a tore opens.

Maybe on this do range thing a few digerremy things Wil happen

D then a new
Maybe the is a friend in there
Or
Maybe there is a f fiend out yhwrr.
#Tragedy

tear mine
yours there

this heart skims and tears
i'm something here staring
heels stomping my green eye
it's me drooling
scream and
it's my froth and here, in left hand
the push
or pull
sleeping under the bit
killing you  
California, am i concussed or am I my friend


kibble kettle
and me mother
i come
drums tick
my friends


my life
thankful dust
give thanks

******* you lust
for you i trust


finally gives way
behind
filled

my friends click
my friends die

i didn't know we were far
alabama

man that
hoop loose point

man that dog bit
dead

man that kid
dunked


me asking to be
me or he

near
Laura


staying
or shivering



my corpse hovers near Laura



my **** and his seed
it's poured into a hill
my new escape

twenty vial
is this my new mile


life over.
no, under.


This vegetable's town.



dim and sweet
my corpse hovered

something to see
it's me

& red shirt
naught to give
sand between your phone calls
sandy big toe
uncomfortable


later, a shrine to flash



always said you were full of ****



now nobody wants me
pour friends and tell me


"yes, i still can"


hello
why is it so dark in there?



second edition of an emotionally absent mother
updated
expanded

currently catching fire

The south african student. Abroad in the states. A holiday of quotas. This moment, falling into the pools of whole ethics. Difference in bothers. Perception of the receptionist.

I compose me
try to pull teeth and grey elements

Ash and grey elements appear during supper
Words and personalization become law
Become a creed

A fool bringing moss to market,
Shawl holds tight while eyes pierce concrete,
wide at home and closed while here,

In this home

A shack with spoons

This late hour steams from crowns of heads,
or crowns on heads,
when darkest,
only mist is seen in crowns on bedposts.

Black panther melodies scar institutes
Whiter power anthems are nothing to speak of

I bet it is on three laurels
A magic marker nodding off

It is a drinking whiskey game I win


But I think I'm going to Hell

Kiss me before I am in Hell


Finding many things burnt but not char

I can't find what that word means again

This song and title I can't put back together

Oh, I could call


If only,

Oh,

I knew it all

A neck to breathe down with the gauge I bring down

Could suddenly cut ourselves short

This vegetable garden could produce marrow

Not knowing it was a crime

Marriage license.
The smallest finger removed Darling.
Without grotesque wine.
Her ring sparkling, yes a note received.

I can take myself away from the falling away.

Why am I waiting to pull my lungs from the water?
Not nearly pale enough nor clean enough.
And the sun, it shines.
In the same brick school or something closer, more similar.
Stuttering or am I not?
Do not respond overwhelmed.
Something is different.
These are no the things I want to hear.
Give me that picture you carry.
Or just tell me I'm worth it.

Death.
September Third

We are backwards.
In any way, his statement wakes me.

A phlegm filled lung. With all of him removed, the pink shudder glistened.

With figurines or better, floats a lost spur.

The church sets suns and moons, rivers.  

Raging and this
newly automated
and failing parts at to the newest river.
I defeat. I encase my linen and pull all manners.
If gore

If gore

Runs

And when it runs it tears down the scenic
route

Infirm trusts
all this disease fails

Aniston
A royal tribute and hospital beds

Emperor
But empire
Not for the freed ants the decent steal

Bit for the ears we've kept in between
The secretive
Pots
The fileting of a new sore

somewhere where they are aware
unforgetting

put aside
fields of clay

inside, you
surround weathered strides

who can I
float alone towards

devise a
pearl reject

still
holding

an ocean
not regressed

for nothing

all at once

Come, tumble into sleep, you'll dream with ease,
Bid this empty room.
Slip weightless, if ever I grasped you,
Except in my shame and your cravings.
Tumble in circles & fall to your rest.
Still my trick begs your deliverance.
Twisting my ear.

Your breathing levels and my trick struggles,
For a detail missed, one sign unseen.
Sweating, shivering in my own contrivance.
Lost to me and void to you.
We will not touch.

As I open the door, my trick ever stays.
The grating of your laugh and the dances on your eyes.
Narrowing darkness into the thinnest strip,
I am once more light,
The synthetic stripes.

The last transmission.
In Heaven you will wake again.
Your ******* will flee and your eyes will close.
Demora the shadow will fall.
The light will cloak and strengthen you.
Your sleep will not stay.
Greet each other with pockets overflowing.
I am woken from my sleep.
Every oil shed of your skin.
A stench to remind those of all forgotten.
Destroy the monument.
To the fallen.
Require no payment.
With this silence in my head.
An observation may run free.
In and out.
With pressure.
Never.
without.

Six hours ago my bones stopped stirring.
And now they scarcely ache.

.

this breath.
what will one breath create?

or is my breath an altar?
my lungs enter more treacherous waters.

words roll.
break
and crash.
across your neck, flooding you now.

tightness.

slow and deliberate, my wrath comes today.

today now I watch.
no, I struggle for a line of her miracle.

this...
no, not quite...
no, this...this.

this peace removed
from oil and cleaned with oil,
dryed by human hand and
made dull with soft cloth.

justice surrounds me.
examples include steel and glass.
plastic vial. cotton within.
caught it waiting.


an egg sac introduced under skin.
and inside there's now plastic.
a womb dried in a village burnt.

                    Lord Almighty, lacerations and bonds tightening.

hidden in the spine (with hot glue & cross-stitching),
my old eyes make real
silvered ashen memories.

people looking at me.
people searching through me.

feel it at dawn.
                       (or you?)
and again before sleep leaves me behind.
                       (or before sleep, leave me behind.)
the Sandman's eyes open, now meeting mine.
                        (I'll leave mine behind.)

I could find Death!
I will hunt with your umbrella.

mistaken there in the waste can, also there behind that church wall.
now, stop for a day or is it today?

                           "sleep
                                                                                           (  blank area  )
                                                                                              small space
                                                                                         (  white border  )

                                       and dream"

                                                                her darkness moved my hand.

woken with force.
with a message to accept, but I
do not understand.

I should have listened closely,
but I do not speak the land.

                             's

falling raindrop, soon I'll be inside.
if night or day comes, that's when...
                       that is when I'll decide.

ah, sun's light on my face.
escort drives past, I've not seen nor forgot.
  "abandoned something"

I lower this spine, while watching thin heels
descend the three stairs.

my jacket I'll bring.
full moon shivering chills.
my spine will fold, will regrow, will develop sentience.
I would leave it behind.
the umbrella was bitter Fantasy's product.

goodnight sweet Prince.


some time for me, more about me.
my disfigurement.
my new itch to scratch.

the sun shines, rests sometimes in the instant
I close my good eye
or in the moment
I close my bad eye.
  one eye for clarity, my other for scrutiny.
      I use both for ascending.
where is this place now?

  is it there between the concrete growing?
                                        or perhaps in that warehouse spilled,
                                        no I should say spilling.

do not escape from light.
even coffins need guests, yes.
nothing grows without soil.

from nothing, soil grew without soil.

but...

                                        maybe now is not a time to tell you.

The last transmission.
I've burned my oldest friend.
All of these numbers are lonely.

You say,
all of this heat is smothered.
And for me to lift and never be able.
Crawl around the back and shine your light to bring again the wake.
And there is no one digging.
There are no hills for you to sever,
Every land you raise will settle.
A camouflage stain slowly in the forest.
Starting with Jung, staying quiet with few hopes of weapons.
Feel the vague spectacle.
Beyond your scope.
The sun draws mistaken.
A lie for the evening.
This is no warmer.
This is not you leaving.

I smell **** in the alley of my heart's apartment.
Lush velvet footsteps.
Concrete torn spines.

The echoes of last year pierce my chest.

In her pool I make contact.

One burst of velvet.
A taste of electricity.
Dead from above & the water closes my throat.

Three days & I'm born again.
I'm found, forever inside.

The future favors me.

A grave new Hesperian devil.

Build. 
And once destroyed, remember to learn nothing. 

Walk. 
And when arriving, forget to rest. 

Speak. 
Think of what to say, taste the silver tongue's bitter ring.  

In a fit of rage I exclaim-
I have nothing to say. 


Anywhere but here. 

Anyone but me. 


Until then, destroy a child's heart. 

Play under rusted girders. 

Photograph and frame. 

Box and and store far away. 

All memories, all truths. 

And lies. 


All moments of you. 


Remove those. 
Explain yourself. 


And rise. 

Higher toward the sun. 

Your wings draping over the sweet gaze. 

All heavenly light. 

Weep in silence. 

Curse all those before. 

And search for those to come. 


Anyone but me. 


Try again. 

With tongues from different skulls. 

One bleeds. 

And one waits. 


And now there is a no. 

And now there is no now. 


Only your hazy future. 


Or only a brilliant past. 


The first littered with gold. 

And the last rot and decay. 


So remember. 

Anyone but me. 


And your stare. 
Into me for what seems eternal. 


Waking to see you sleeping. 
Covering your sight. 


And walking far off. 
Into wilderness. 

Finding love buried. 
There's nothing after sleeping. 


A year. 

And there are now six. 

Sending off for answers. 


Love the automatic. 
I passed it off. 
Planned for the son. 


Choirs great in their grey woven spells. 
I am a shape in the wood. 


From the vocal thought, my age becomes my choice. 


To return strife. 
In cold silent gaze. 


Pressed into you. 


Ten feet from now I will forget. 

From you into some place obvious. 

A Corvette in a forest. 

With smoke in hand. 

Sewing the ends of this letter loose. 


Fall down new barriers. 

Fall to the sun and fade. 


Walk with moans and smile with rhythm. 

The Baptist arpeggio of a life forced meaningful. 

These cliffs speak of charm and integrity. 

I see him made. 
And I hear his end in the bottle. 

Synthesized in fermented preservation. 

My hands won't move and my face numbs again. 

Against the wind in name of life. 

Wake before ghosts. 
 
Racing home. 

And the horns cry so low. 

With your eyes I find shame. 

Replaced with some word soiled. 

Work found for the haste. 

So I am told to breathe and forgive. 


And I end. 
To begin something I could not finish. 


In leaving I presuppose I will return. 

In gold worth more. 

On wings of purity. 

Lifted to fall and stay humble. 


And the yes I gave should now be a no.

she lays with control
on your left


my axe falls

I'm changing lives


inside this final pocket