Writing with your guts on the floor at your feet
one last line

I thought I saw the dampest of the rooms, the quietest of them all
a place to thaw out and find solitude

Crystalline castles of crushed candy, cobwebs in your clover,
stone cold sober but I'm lying

Water in a parched mouth like parchment sent south with
letters left sideways

Paths in the patchwork with placid predictions on the possibilities
ahead of us

A rusty hook in your back between the discs, rupturing cartilage,
imperceptible and brisk

The wrong angle and I choke, strangle, hang from a bad angle, clothes-dangle and mangle

Pieces of Pisces carved up like jack-o-lanterns on the front porch

Internally I feel the roaches, ashes on the floor and cigarette butts
sticking to the soles

Plastic deconstruction, reshaped through combustion into the
typical and obtuse

Sit up stare, glance glare, finer fare in your mouth
I have found south, of center, reenter nervous system
Shyster verbal hysteria, mass panic and malaria
we are just trying to breathe

A hemplock of blocked out tired stares
abandoned to space
A time piece on repeat and redial
been a while

I am expanding outward and recoiling inward
what is this
   feeling

Cilantro breath over broken windpipe words
Adams apple crunched between teeth
  dragged over the reef again and again
   the feeling of sharpness piercing skin

   Burn it, every last page, a thought not worth
thinking
   Turn it, every last letter is shattering my
empathy

A dim diagonal dark spot in the road, hitchhiker unload
a train screaming down tracks shaking
   the rain off the juniper you're
    hiding under
A monumental blunder, burning clothing in the dark
trying to find a spark, a moment of recollection
  gone, all those moments in time
   pharmaceutically lobotomized

Collarbone cleft lip love locks, high socks
  A stone in your back pocket
Finding our pace, our place, ******* loose lace
  Lost cute space case
Divining fate with roaches and half burnt cigarettes
  Exhaling minutes
Waiting, getting really good at waiting
  On you and you alone
Hot liquid metal toenails, I want to lick your teeth
  Shrine shrine, fine shrine
The imperceptible deep, gradients of darkness and brine
  Eyes turned skyward
Caffeine and caffeine and caffeine and
  Smokesmokesmoke
The clouds are cold today, but the air is warm
  Let's go home
Teeth chewing living organisms
  We exact such suffering and expect forgiveness

Eat cannabilistic meat to retain your fluids
This is the final gathering of the druids
If you didn't know, this is how we do this
Riding with Genghis Khan rugged and ruthless
12 gauge pumps leave you toothless
Leave a ******* on that black and blue ****
We get drastic, ******* up like melted plastic
With that fast ****, talking wild and manic, pink panic
Take that heat and just can it, starting a fire to fan it
These purple sage rhymes hit in quarter time
Put dents in your skull like hail sized a dime
Leaving trails of destruction like a snail leaves slime
Take a step off the ledge and hope you can fly
Fight, flight, wrong end of a sharp knife
Fist fight, swing right, sun light, the moon on a clear night
Defining wrong from right, so many things out of sight
To all your crops blight, fingers lost to frostbite
Maniac on many levels, soul rebel, disheveled
Friends with the devil, rob, stole, and took
Every little last look, eggs cooked
That's the end of a bad book

There's a spider with soft yellow foam in his web
bring me in from the cold
There's a spider crawling on it now, inspecting
wrap me in string woven blanket
An unsatable mouth in dark water, hunting
splinter me on smooth pebbles
Living to eat, predators with fins and unblinking eyes
stare into me
A fantastic feeling of lightness followed by inevitable heaviness
the rain hasn't stopped falling yet
  please let us in
   we will drown
Smoking a Port on the porch with the gutters vomiting
nothing but quiet places
  nothing but green herbs
    hot chilies on your tongue

In the great primordial ocean
the tides of your mind
find stillness
Returned from the edge with wings widespread
running jagged up the cliff
like birds in flight
A clear cut of liquid, green and black
predators with unblinking
eyes
Exalted in the rush of the first hit of green sticky
the wind on the garage door
like the sound of shadows
Newport reds and no hope, only the black things
in the dark, dates and
water

The wind finds its fingers in the sound of the leaves
a whole space to void
The night finds obscurity in rain, the rain finds
all the places to wake you
Cold stones and water in a bucket drank down
boiling rocks and foaming seas
Find me a solid place to stand in this
rubble of psychosis
A bullet and a brain and a piece of violence
extended laterally
A bubble of smiling faces, shining sequins on
freshly caught fish scales