folding back porch english

into backroad barn

on the center-stage
like a bad habit
becoming profitable
piercing static
glass and shadow
on wet mud
ear pressed

spooning with hardboiled eggs

wailing softens glass
bone-skate into the

sinkhole of the city

between pages of
libidinal architecture
(fireworks flecked )
evaporates royalty into
sleeping between
pages of landfill
we sleep with rats tonight and
in the morning we kill the enemy
no pain is going to be soon
no pain is going to be fear
doling out focal points not there
when not made to feel touched
the walls of the rooms breathed out
the front and back not made yet
selling here as entrance with
a shower cap as a welcome mat
things look like they could be a
kitchen or a funeral,
the broken toilet is the stove,
flush the fire on.
my cheek bones have no claim to any royal lineage
only an aching for pillows stuffed with pulp
how many pillows do you need to keep the demons away?
your pillows are beginning to look like sports cars
his tongue is melted mayonnaise in plastic wrap
his hand filled with literal cream
motions me over
tells me i am late and have nothing to show for it.
except the streak on my body, i say,
from when the train ran me over
he says you have the
train crash in the bag,
i own my own disaster
the
the
the
the

train
train
train
train

rides in me
rides in me
is my pet
is my pet

our royal blood line fishtails halfmast per

every mile of garbage skated on
the right to the landfill:
if you ask for a landfill and they dont give you a landfill, take the landfill.

slap me with garbage

burn architecture on my face,
destabilize me in greater detail
butter my arrangement of labor
in the ruins where we bring
feathers together in prayer

radio-vomit tumbleweed
your face is angry
you grab my face
press your nose
to my forehead
in a low forceful voice
you chicken cluck in russian:
break bread, not heads
you are my russian
chicken grandmother
i will do it, babushka,
ya tebya lyublyu.

from the invisible braille of

passing encounters
a city is condensed
in your throat
and you spit the seashore
out of a straw
in a parisian sparkling
hat and a replica of
mussolinis gabardine
military tunic
folding front porch russian
into a backroad barn warble
like an evil habit, profit
along the mortar
shelled seashore
banking on the
spread of city
spit cells on the
border of where
mud becomes sweat
in your tone
battle faced,
sucking out blood
from disco balls
our indebted corpses
domino-topple
in the nosebleeds
spitting chrome
pork squares onto
a manicured lawn
today we are
russian chickens
pampered and
experiencing luxury
for the first time
at the end of the day
we flick butts into
the dentist office
furniture burning
in the sunset

when the humans

say hop up you must hop
on the humans shoulder.
at the bottom of the rain
practicing the snarl
thumb stuffed
in a paper ass
glam toothed
radio-vomit
body hair
alley smoker
heels
under high ceilings
practicing the snarl
lavender
spit talking
lavender lipstick and
in the moments
glistening into extinction,
secret little universals
from the river of debt
spitting
som

theres not much to do here except spit corn into peoples espressos, and wait for our fingers
to become fish, slowlu but surely our fingers are becoming fish, the slime comes first, then
the scales,
except besides going to the swap-o-rama in short shorts
i eat a chip for every flea market i vomited in,
i believe skin is a type of tax form
i can tax form all over the tarmac,
with my judo skills i am a grunge tyrant,

i am a sugar fish on every lucky b-baller kids birthday cake,

i am a Hawaiian shirt in a cerial killers imagined wardrobe,
i am the promise of i am the lions mane in the political imagination of sugar fish
i am a sugar fish so sweet you can swim to my birthday cake in the middle of the sea where
mute bridges call out fascists crumbling under the wrong way of military sponges state
sanctioned handwashing is the form of the metal pipes used to beat the heat or the window
watching that leads to giving birth to multiple children, i am like a tooth that was picked out
of tool box, what are all these teeth doing in my toolbox? how can i use teeth to repair your
bands school bus? i cant use these teeth, do you want them? when i vomited on the train, i
offered my vomit to the passengers because i have more than i can swallow, it is my duty as
the pufferfish with gold fronts in my fathers vision of my future. i tell my father i am not even
worth the water required to flush me down the toilet. i am in my fathers arms as he gets a
haircut and his hair is falling on me. my fathers hair is always falling on me, my fathers hair
is stuck to the sweat on my cheeks, my cheeks are bulging with tater tots, my father only
feeds me fed tater tots because i am a toddler fish without gold frontsi want to eat steak but
i dont have gold fronts.
i can electric bill all over the piano skin,
the hog tie around my body contradicts my credit card debt
you pull me by my nipples across state lines, there are so many state lines it makes
me dizzy and my nipples purple, i am running out of clean nipples but there are so many
more state lines to cross,
emperors choice
big daddy data holds me by the kite string like a damn beast / i angle spin to the data park
that burped me out / i lay snug in a file cabinet / spreading a picnic blanket on fleshy
ground / a cuddle puddle in the coal car / sliding into a sinkhole / a cat pulls the train across
state lines into the file cabinet that spit it out / smoking it up / suffocating asleep / i am
pulled across state lines by my chest clits with a straight face and a firm grip on the Real
*
after we pass the graffiti that says seek truth we come upon graffiti that says peace and
drugs / the river people migrate when driftwood frosts / fake candles litter the river walk / a
swath of indiana folded into chicago / we talk of bears and there is a rustle in the woods / it
smells like cicadas you say / and i believe you because i trust country folks ability to identify
insects by their scent / there are rumors of gambling on the train / everyone is suspect /
everyone will have to get off the earth / everyone please stay calm
*
the sign replaced the lifeguards but i already grew multiple magnetic nipples/ i am pulled
across country lines by my magnips / my spirit animal is a couch / there is a special
economic zone pushing against my teeth / capital mediates what words spawn / curled up in
lemon pulp / burning tongue / the level of sour mediates the value of it / i once dared b to
dare me to eat 11 warheads / and now if you were small enough you could lay inside the
narrow crater in my tongue
*
cutlery boxes litter the river-walk / to carry us across uncertain rails / on camels trained as

babies / there are many ways to float thru this monstrous city / as soft wax / thru broken
tubes / with camel feet, jelly bodied / floating to the house on the bridge over a reversed
river / i didnt know it was my house until you told me it was / i dont know what is mine until
you tell me / were moon food / were mean soup / fake dumb real sauce / hate-craft in a
blank-state / reading the pulse of ghosts thru the rails / launching garbage into the sun / the
geese thank us / we all are the geese / except him / he doesnt have to help / even tho this is
his garbage / hes a punk goat and doesnt give a shit

lets get not enough

in our systems
that accumulating feeling of
not consuming
not enough to save but
enough to mourn the loss of
ford model-t pulpsweat
between nose
pumped out en mass
sweating nicotine
corner store stoned
hopscotch drunk with a
strand of white bread
it doesnt have to be spring
to oil slide naked inside
a vcr repair shop
it just has to not be the
anniversary of some war

a worm rolls in cream cheese and leaves trails of it inside my ear /

my arms are stop signs and i am the state animal

covered in language like a snail shell,
i am tater tots bulging inner cheeks,
you can mop me up or use me as a mop,
i am conceived in relation mops and mopping as you can tell,
how you use me defines me,
apples rot between my ears,
i am a stop sign manufacturer and i have nightmares of bear cops,

its magic if you can kill the mayors gynocologists, steal his uniform and pretend to be him
when the mayor comes in for a visit, take a sample of the mayors shit and do the same with

his eye doctor that you did to his gynocologist and when he comes in for his monthly eye
drops drop his own shit into his eyes then you will know happiness

we found a hole in the bottom of wall in the closet plugged with multiple nails, we thought
there might be some treasure on the other side of the wall, maybe bones, maybe another
world where a shorter version of all of us were serfs waiting to be freed. we had to find out.
we broke the wall down and waited for the dust to settle. there was a living thing there, it
arose to its feet and walked out out. your free j said. no, youre free it responded. j opened
his lungs to speak then stopped in a fit of confusion. the living thing turned around and went
back in.
whatever, let him do his thing. h said. yes, j said, but i will feel uncomfortable knowing
there is a living thing on the other side of my bedroom walls listening to my private
transgressions. well, then maybe you shouldnt transgress in private. the thing said. h
agreed. later that night j begins his private transgressions in his room and the living thing
behind his walls coughs loudly. j turns over and falls asleep.
this puddle of skin, mm, this puddle, someones gonna have to do something about it, yep,
you bend down and put your finger in it, yup, this has to be dealt with, someone could fall in
it and get soaked with skin, could ruin a wedding dress, who wants their couture drenched in
skin, ok i do, ok, fuck it, leave the skin puddles

a rotten apple inknows what file cabinet holds my ability to break free from theinside my
chest blowing wind on a worm wingreturn to

or has no choice / taking a break in a tunnel / pulled/ smoking up the cabinet /

rhyming slime with slime / change their perception of what you owe to the bank /

my pillow is stuffed w/ your cheeks and vice versa /

the flood gates open me across state lines,

my eyes moisten closer to
wow they all gaze, a piece of history,
lets deadspin a chromosome ,

, the restraint, or letting the waves fold into itself to create something different to build onto
something you didnt know was there until after it was built upon or additions were being
added,
there are men with big fingers that believe in big foot they are big themselves so it kind of
makes sense, but i saw a bobcat once skittering, we get real good at hopscotch but not
thinking what will the bear eat then, lets make the kind of magic that nicotine can hair shit,
for a permit, like the white strand of bread that driven, once its ripe do that damn thing but
they excpected the peasants to do everything except driving crazy climb into a hole in the
couch , this damn crab thing you do with your hands that weird racing in circles with your
hair, our of which this clawing at the center of your belly reads reams of your drawn out
drawl pouring skin onto the asphalt,

even with a wedding gown on

couture
he stepped out and walked around, smelled the pillow on the bed, turned around and went
back to the other side, maybe he just wasnt ready, i dunno, who knows,
that kind of sour that only the few with frosted tips know, that kind of texture hair that
gets stuck in the sink hole, that kind of looking over the edge hair, that kind of nicotine cake
hair that your second grade teacher mumbled to herself about, that kind of tobaco stained
finger tips that you sniff every now and then and smells like the kind of sweet that reminds
you of a childhood candy, that kind of sighing over a book that brings you to caramel or a
way that lizards and cake connect, i press my forehead to your nose, it squishes in, it is like
jelly filled, or thats how it feels to my forehead and this is true, it feels like a smushed your
nose and theres sweat involved, whose sweat? it could be an imagined sweat, it could be
manufactured, it could be of the, but i hope not, its probably not,
lavender phlegm stain
a black leather couch
that spits up rising yeast,
the abuse of language wrapped in determining the boundaries of a writing community /then
you are the one we are looking for / join us chew on my stereo speakers,

/ old weaponry skin-dangles in blooded winds / you lucked carnal / picking hair rays out of
the sun drain / bank rolled in old money chest pain / pulling a bird grunt from a man hole /
technology is not as good as the breathing for guarding crops / trees block sunlight for crops
in pain / staring pleasure in the city / uncertain spacing pours out its hardening into a
( knots the rope around the blade) clay shell / pours out
/ we battle grunt / outside the
vital enclosure / eating our way thru a cop line / slipping thru muscle fibers / dodging the
quota / surrounded by mountains and rivers / in the federal prison elevator / burping milk
before your majesty / overeager goldfish finds a friend in a young boy / before whisked away
by the cops / you think its funny? what mold does to the back of the mind in the back of the
fridge / how do you expect the rain to behave? / according to my wishes / the sky is making
of the clouds how the inside of my ear feels / its just a reason to stay inside / listen to old
civil war folk songs and play settlers of hell / carve private hooves out of amber / my spine
folds over an echo of a gun shot / last words of Oscar Wilde: either this wallpaper goes or i
go / the cloud has a sense of humor / it can be the throne upon which the king sits on / then
falls through / scaly earth cushioning the fall / caught in a deep drool again

becoming who you sell to

vague air shaft
diner smells
spread across
prairie dog fields
updated diner clientele
eat gated community
hash-browns inside
walls accessorized with
ornaments simulating a haunting
from an imagined past of this diner
where they used to called you, hun
*
i pay to speak
and be spoken to
i pay in silence
on my watch
to make and be
made human
we can break

the social code

on my watch
i pay to make us
human again
by my dollar
*
highway shoulder rocks between
the street and your house
points to the speed of
destruction / construction
of subdivisions spread
to enclose
prairie dog fields
which are a magnet
for the path of this speed
but are also a detour
the speed bends around
like a root strangling a rock
*
the grass that grows
along the highway
wouldnt be there if it
wasnt for the highway
but it grows in spite of
the salt that is thrown on it
your love interweaves with
what produces the speed which
allows you to build a house across
the prairie dog fields you love
even the decayed remains
of what your love kills
is not safe from your love

spitting out kittens

she pushed a stroller
in a forest toward us,
we looked inside and
there were four kittens!
omg! i put a kitten

on my head and then

swallowed it whole,
the kitten burst through my stomach
and the others jumped in
through the hole in my
stomach and climbed
out through my mouth
it was cool

the question to gage if your partner really loves you

a mysterious animal
stole a bag of my dough
my dough strewn across the forest
a forest of dough
i peck and i peck
there are bugs in my dough
and there is dough in my bugs
heavy are my bugs with dough
there are yards of dough inside of a bug
at any given moment
the bugs are vomiting dough on my face
i have bug vomit on my face
can you still love me?
can you still love me with bug vomit on my face?
when will my hair do cool things?
little things in my hair are alive
but my hair is dead
my hair is a dead home for alive things
i am covered in a dead home and i am alive
waiting for my hair to do cool things
your hair will do cool things when you are dead says father.
but i want my hair to do cool things now!
now, now, child, one mustnt plan for when ones hair will do cool things.

hitting it out of the park

i am going to crash / i swerve / am i going to crash? im going to crash / i swerve / this is real
/ no its not / its real / is this happening? it happened / i refuse / i accept / am i going to die?
no its not real / ill go back a few seconds / ill take it back / back to as if it never happened /
cant go back / forward / fuck me / fuck this / fuck him / this sets me back / i lost everything /
have i lost everything? all my money / am i ruined? am i hurt? am i bleeding? im fine / do i
need medical attention? im fine / a little bruise / is my brain bleeding? / im a little dizzy /
im fine / i refuse going to the hospital / the hospital waiting plays an informercial about a
sex pill that will make you pole-volt out of bed in the morning twice in 2 hours / a man is
screaming about sex pills at 4 am and patients are trying to sleep / sex organs are balloons /
this is miserable / im probably fine / Everybody Loves Raymond is on / Raymonds wife
found a tape of a voicemail of his ex breaking up with him in college / why did you keep this?
she asks, then Raymonds wife shows him a poem that an ex wrote for her comparing her
eyes to the moon / Raymond laughs trying to hide his jealousy then proposes they share
with each other the stuff they kept from previous relationships / they walk in with boxes / he
brings out his box and she brings out a bigger box (canned laugh) / something about did
you date all of Pittsburgh? (laugh) you piss me off is why love you / J is with me and falls
asleep after making fun of an informercial about a blender / tears are shed because the
blender has changed my life and i just appreciate what your doing for the world / another
patient sitting next to us yells, actors! smoking crack! i read about the economy of
Singapore on my phone / this place is miserable / a man is screaming about sex pills again
at 5 in the morning in a hospital waiting room and patients are trying to sleep / i wait 7 hours
for a man to look into my eyes for 2 minutes / the doc asks J if my behavior has changed
since the crash / lord have mercy / J perks up in surprise that such an easy softball for a
moment of sarcasm was thrown his way
shoveling sauce in between
there is sauce up to my neck
and i am lost in it
i will only be free when
i find myself in the sauce
i throw sauce at the window
and broke the sauce
but im still looking for my lost self
sweating in the sauce
i rub sauce on my sweaty cheek
there is a gazer looking at me thru the window
they can only see my head
the gazer breaks the window and
all the sauce pours out of the house

i will never find myself in the sauce

i will never be free

scabs ripped at the

moment of formation
Grease Fire
never allowed to drythe blood- drawn at
the moment of drying
the body- suspended, held
in boundless cartography
fixing the eyes to the
flashlight of the law,
restricting wayward
movement rendered
in a neck-brace
the body is reason enough
to cover grease pools
in the forest with earth,
creating fresh wounds in
shadows of the bodies
healing potential
diplomatic
dumping a bucket of water
on a raging grease fire

untitled
rectal thermometer
tucked behind my ear
bobbing for croutons from
a champagne glass
academia is a front for
bacon baths and
drug smuggling
thats some skunk shit
reading scattered
fish bones to tell me
who to go to war with
what are some romantic things
to say to my boyfriend?
designing shakespearian
monologues from Kanye
Wests wedding vows
money bags
tongue-motion
a figure 8 in the
tradition of marilyn manson
detroit steel / head hunter
shoulder slumped / florida swamp
a wet sock next
to a dead fish
on a dirty beach
brought to breath by
the new Rumsfeld
w/ big fingers, cussing alot
monopolizing the mic
chalk dusted eyelashes
reinventing the dick song
chicago-politics style

shop cool / shop global

staring at the blue sky as
a slower way of becoming
dead, night terrors weave
thru the necessity to reproduce

a role of supporting
the captured fly
blood letting as a response to
precarious investments
like an escape valve
in policy to pressure
a loan, to sweep the crisis
under a carpet of progress
is what anger management
is all about, only strong
arms force the caught
fly to extend a hand
in peace, extracting gold
from the margins

the cubicle wanderer

christmas poetry for men
was all the rage in the
grunge era, mining
the globe for the
cool part of the pillow
steam punk daddy
modding a nerf gun
with an antique chair
tapping into his inner
fred astaire, at the office
avoiding elevator
small talk in favor
of elevating heart rate

invisible gym inside of your office chair

interviewing for desk jobs
football-drill style
inspired by great
men of the salt flats
approving instant loans
while ripping flesh apart
and spilling lego innards
the senior level consultant is

the Beyonce of pull ups

deskercising on a rebel treadmill
if your boss finds you two feet
from your desk exercising
the muscles that control
the flow of urine, you can
pretend you dropped your pen

then there was dance

off the tip of the tongue
without a flicker of flex
or deep precursory
breathing, just suddenly
they were dancing
no sign of the start but
in their gaze, the embers
of an instant animating
a photograph out of
the wound, dancing
to regain a dance erased
just before the word is shaped
his heart was displaced after
surgery and his doctor said
he will notice his heart
for a few days and then,
you will never hear it again.

sweat spot station

well-greased hospitality
in the dining car
speeding towards
US Steel from the dunes

well-versed in the
libidinal library of
Texas junkyard
crab-spirits
face to the
scum-picked
mirror, hissing low thru
missing teeth, navigating
a carnal map of coarse hair
caressing silvery fuzz on
a milkweed pod, secondhand cufflinks drone the
hardest, nursing middle class
chest pain, looking to not
look how secrets travel in
the coffin of labor power
(how do you feel?
confused, kind of
like a ninja, alive.)

experience very hard leadership

in the density of the shadow of an
unimaginable mission abroad
explosion in the streets
what is our role?
definitive speech inside volatile uncertainty
must be strong to influence
weaker allies, our principles
strong standing, must be strong
words veiling
stone headed principles
disappearing in power point eyes
bone shaking alliance

try on old skin

chronicling the disruption of standing water
renovate uncertainties, release attention slips
what clean cuts leadership
also water standing strong
how is the water here?
a slightly different approach
how we got into this mess
rotten decisions in the lie behind the smile
talk about the deal
in secret they look around
the clock ticking
silent weakness
we stand with them
the deal you accept
we got everyone to agree to abide by the rules
accelerate centrifuge
pressure on the edge
nothing said was true
sanctions crippling coordination
with respect to control
unruly people stand to mobilize the word
resurgent, divided, many slots
many years dangling
from the minute hand
shackled to the boundaries of
legitimacy drawn in the air by a finger
impose a deal
not allowed to refuse
walls closing jaws
pinning credibility down
what sanctioned consent
the day the
deal shored up
on our doorstep
blood rising above an
erased benchmark
the veil of the deadline
retraced in the sand
the nerve in fresh suit
smiling, salivating for the
blood of the unknown
in our home, just walk away
if you dont have
anything nice
we think one decade
to free up resources
future nation building
great job joining forces
withdraw the deadline
immediated success
rising up our throats
important work to do
no more bayonets and dune buggiesthis is the real world, welcome home
just walk away, by all means
and to our friends killing bad guys

move the world

move it closer, please
burn us, yes, closer
keep engaged
in lives of the word
day to day
keep distant contact
stand with the people, proud
shark lust of weak elements
manipulate gravity
we can do that, blood rise to
the challenge, what challenge?
our ruler wants to help us!
from threats outside the walls
incessant whisper inside ravenous trembling
your strength, upstanding principles
good graces in the power imprinted on sight
measured of a need for protection
comfort in unity, smiling
to the rulersmay your flesh
be put on the market
bought and sold
may your blood
your bones
that behind your eyes
erupt in flames
each touch must be truer than the last
for maime
you are a true leader with combat experience
welcome to the pepsi one concert series
how do you feel?
confused, kind of
like a ninja, alive.
sifting through silence between war
you say i need something in my face that says
sharp crab, soft touch.
but all i have is a meat flute and bread shoes
we break into la fitness and
do as many bench presses as we can
before the cops come
the guy at the hardware store doesn't understand
the swag of the bed bug lifestyle
filling themselves with our blood they have
dragged us into the hell that they are

they trade us theyre eggs for

our blood while we sleep
the sense perception of our skin becomes
more confused with each bite
our madness grows more intense with each bite
in each bite the fall more desperate
our lust for revenge swells with each bite
you have robbed us of our dreams

(if you come any closer im gonna

compromise your outer waxy layer
and turn your innards into juicy bug jerky)

excerpt from egghunt in a graveyard

for c and m
Moodles:

Noodles made out of meat.

Moodles all you need.
Made out of meat!
Used in a sentence:
MOODLES!

Ya like meat?
Ya like noodles?
MOODLES!
If you play the lottery and win you could buy alotta moodles.
the word moodles coming out of Will Smiths mouth.
what came first the chicken pad or moodles?
Preserving moodles in Will Smiths mouth.
Moodles in the shape of will smith.
Parallel parking is the theme for the day,
we force the cook to make all the
moodles parallel on the plate.
Rocks in your ear?
Youve heard of what you dont need?
You might have heard about it- its called WAR.
Eating moodles on a cracked wooden toilet seat, like

Who bit my bum bum?

Will Smith ate all my moodles,
Im not going crazy,
Moodles are everywhere, if I say,
Get the moodles out your ears
I am from the heavens lowering moodles from my mouth for you to
climb.

changing the world

"Quack! We're bigger than the King!"
While the teeny-weeny king cheered,
"Rah, rah, rah!"
The woolly-headed sheep said,
"Baa-baa-baa?
Lets hear it,
impulse purchasing,
Off to the needles,
mon petit sunburn,
melted little pile over its acrylic
ready to flame
I love this stuff
the needle my instincts held,
pesky cootie
My arms shot about
how a NEW YARN
acts about
You may bankrupt me , but I will keep on
purchasing yarn:
HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT A JUDGE
But then I
not as squishy,
quite a BEAUT!
Le plastique fantastique!
Witchie woman see how words
IN HIS JUDICIAL CHAMBERS

fly

whooo whooo !

WHILE A JUDGE

a reflection of some other universe

CLEAR POSSESSION OF, UM, A
Oh yes he did! He went shopping, y'all!
20 pairs of socks
grand total $60
7. Raise your hand.
8. The brain is the moment,

machine manifest
JUDICIAL RECESS!
the page is not a gun.
Refresh. Rethawed. Reload.
6. Sit correctly.

I saw my first dandy lion this week!

and that means only one thing!
Time to Cotton Bottoms UP!
rave continued in Applique Aisle
could resist little card shaped
like a dress with some
gingham ribbon?
indicating when an instrument should
swell orchestrated of :re-entry
an opera-sized Daisy to go on
conspiring to kill
questions like
police officers
scores more by attacking a funeral using homemade cookies.
Antichrist charged with
Using gas peddle as brakes?

Ask me to believe
slightly effeminate men
When you combine it and I mean
80s movies,
and a steaming hot shower
really makes you forget you
are slipping on ice and
there's a car in front of you,
I tap what my instincts have so long told me,
apply too much butter
I aim for the sink and flick,
the knife slips
out of my hands
Am I gonna die?
I may've consumed
a bag of jerky
7 months out of date!
I'm really scared, Nate

excerpts from a peotone night

for c and m
i smash the kingsford!
catch us beating a bag of kingsford coal with golf clubs in a garage,
kingsford bad!

kingsford! why wont you let me and will smith be happy?!

kingsford! i hate to do this to you, kingsford!
I smash the kingsford!
kingsford! you bring out the devil in will smith!
kingsford! why wont you let will smith be with me!
kingsford! your the reason will smith doesnt feed me gummy worms anymore!
I smash the kingsford!
kingsford! your tearing me and will smith apart when the three of us could be together!
i smash the kingsford!
kingsford evil!
catch me sucking on a kingsford coal and crying,
catch me beating my head against a bag of kingsford and crying,
catch me drawing will smiths penis on my chest with a kingsford coal and crying.

clean break
for sergey
you stare when death rings when
you stare when called to,
how could you
pale such color to
numbers on a page?
everyone banging on their bars yelling unified in
protest of a prisoner being beaten,
and when the guard pumping with rage,
comes into your cell
the fight is sucked from the body,
a knowing only in the flesh,
that screaming in the distance,
i just wanted it to stop,
a guard came into my cell and shook me
and i saw the scream
coming from me in her eyes,
the prisoner tears off the prison clothes in one motion and runs,
the guard trips trying to strike him with the back of his rifle,
the prisoner then jumps into the getaway car,
the only time the poet experiences the outsideblindfolded, handcuffed, transported from
one building to another by two guards
holding onto the poets arms,
i see my body sitting against the wall
from the other side of the cell,
no longer struggling,

no longer in pain,
i float up the stairs
out of the window to the roof and
hover above the old growth oak.

fake emcees make ends meet post-calamity when they flex

im a grown ass man dressed like a Big-bird passing out coupons for silk goose feather
pillows,
when i flex
i brag about my collection of taxidermied chinchillas at your dads house
when i flex
im at a twerk-free no flex zone
when i flex
i have too much eyeliner on and i dont even know what my hair is doing
when i flex
im authoring a touristy nature blog about vegan leather handbags
when i flex
i rule the straight edge disco roller world with glittery baby blue Limited Too camo
when i flex
im making pillow-related puns at the international center for pillow research
when i flex
im making chickens with goat heads out of paper-machete for your dad
when i flex
im best known for my hit jump
when i flex
im at a drag race convention flagging with a pillow with a picture of the 1990 NBA Dream
Team printed on it
when i flex
style questions the knifelike prayer
when god flexs
ghost writers bridge their way to the gaze of the paparazzi
when they flex
when i went to Walmart for a microwave and got a pair of scented Tim Curry socks instead is
the first time i realized i was flexing hard
im making a life size 18th century spanish warship made out of tortilla chips floating on a
sea of cheese

when i flex
when I held up frozen mozzarella sticks with a
remember-how-I-used-to-eat-dairy-and-fried-foods-before-I-met-you face
is the first time i flexed in like 4 years.
freebased tongue
plucking feathers out of my tongue,
you tongue- a deflated banana,
and you tongue, well dang,
smelling the drywall before
burning it all down,
i roast two pointer fingers
over a crammed house party
staring- closing intalking elsewhere
incessant in the walls
closing in,
be all that you can eat,
vomit, thank you,
lower level henchmen swoon
curb-stomping the cop vibe,
wall of fire separating you and an exclusive golf field,
you drank that whole shot?
that wasnt two ounces,
i have a shot flash his husband working
doctor in brazil
with native tribes,
oh youre distinctly THIS,
not only historical,
finding writing on the wall
you made 5 years ago
honest nihilism, i mean,
scholarship students with yacht club hands
shotgunning beers on the train is
what this has all led up to,
the american empire as a soggy cardboard box washed up
ashore,
losing your voice after winning the lottery,
you can call it culture but
its not- its like baseball
maybe ukraineall american sportsprobably cricket,
something to cheer for other than your own narcism,
jogging in the streets like
in an abandoned mall,
going the same place as a
cockroach running in circles
around the rim of a coffee mug
afraid to go over the edge,
drinking cough syrup in
high school gym class
666 on my trapper keeper

and you cant load data after a certain mileage,

it seemed very real, i mean,
it seemed like you didnt intend to
drop the glass platter
the euro is one month beats the
fuck out of thumb printing
a yolk on a conveyor belt,
thats running ten miles barefoot!
yeah ive run on a treadmill barefoot,
its natural, initially you get blisters
im what 47?
i cant process sugar
i secrete bile when i get angry
he knew i was ticklish
almost broke his arm
this one time like, tshew!
i threw him using his flow against himits not AGAINST himits for his own good
hes learning a lesson
and so are youadaptive networking,
olfactory exhaustion means
the mailman cant smell frog anymore,
there have been multiple incidents of frogs falling from the sky in the 80s,
i would like to remember my
dream-destroying successes,
i opened the door to get the mail and
a looking person living staring
staring person looking living
rearing its head out of my mailbox,
surprise! youre my therapist!
the curtains smell like birdsong
flying through an office window,
chirping you to sleep
leading you through a
hole in the screen,
we walk around inside,
what is this place?
whats that?
an old g.i.joe lunchbox
when is this from?
i think thats somebodies stuff,
a shadowy mound in the corner
we walk a little further in,
what is that?
i think thats somebody.

peopled to the power grid

when i open my eyes

the crowd around me is wiped out,

i lay in their warm residue,
on a moldy basement couch
my eyes close and they reappear
the warmth of their talking
the ghosts of them behind the walls
whispering spores into the lungs of my eyes
i pull myself closer
curl around the fire
melting into the scream of
what collapses blind yet re-writes
the movement of becoming to,
swallowing the bridge from anus to mouth
rupturning the tongues shadow
sliding under the holographic spasm of my stuttering flesh
spits an echo in the grave in my skull
flattening the tone of the bomb
find your flesh in a junk yard,
the voice knows when to
desert the body
a narwal takes in a breath
swims up into the cross hairs
have to keep remembering to
lower my tongue from the
roof of my mouth
to unclench my jaw
half-asleep
catch myself
falling in place
beads of sweat
severed from two tides
crashing from each other
collapsing the distance to the
last breath of the regime
gasping for fire
reaching through the window
latching onto your mouth
inhaling your language and
exhaling its deformed body

i love how hotdogs wobble

for jill tongren

"his mother openly admitted at the ladies barber shop that hot dogs were the meat she
least minded handling because of the way their slender shape can so easily be flopped
around in the air. She admitted that the way it bounces and flubbers when waved was
comical to her, and if her son wanted to eat meat, well then hot dogs hot dogs hot dogs!- jill
tongren
"So there Jeffery stood on the front porch of his house, unshaved with his shoes untied and
no hot dogs in hand. It was pathetic, really" - jill tongren
we stuffed a bunch of hotdogs in the horns of a church organ and when the pianist started
playing, the hotdogs shot into the audience, everyone grabbed a bunch of hotdogs and
started wobbling them around in the air and dancing and speaking in tongues, some took
bites out of the hotdogs.
i smushed a bunch of hot dogs together in the shape of an endangered lizard and offered it
to the director of the reptilian section at the zoo, he gave me a weird look and i took his
hands and put the hotdog lizard in them and then put my finger to his lips and told him,
shhhh, its ok, shhhh, its ok
if you pour a bunch of oil on your kitchen floor you can play the canadian sport, curling
with hotdogs and pretend your a canadian pretending to be a hillbilly.
i stuffed a sock with hotdogs and told everyone to squeeze it and guess what's inside.
someone guessed peniss and they all agreed except one person who guessed, hotdogs?
your all right. i told them. "thank you for playing!" then one of them said, i thought this
was supposed to be a paid consumer product testing for a new Doritos chip! and they all
agreed.
a new type of cockroach was discovered when random tests were done on hotdogs from a
hotdog stand in new york but that paled in comparison to when i found a live hammer head
shark in a hotdog and it lunged at me and bit off half of my body then spit it out. i then went
to go surprise my friend by telling her to "close your eyes and open your hands, i have a
present for you" then i put the mangled half of my body in her hands and said, "now open
your eyes!" she looked at it then i died.

living and learning to smoke meth with the stock boys of Trader Joes
i huffed and i puffed and i cut my
mattress in cute lil bird shapes.
im not a hero im just a crowd surfer on
meth. ill buy the chicken nuggets
in cute shapes if theyre on sale.
they make goldfish in different cute
lil shapes now, scooby doo I think.
they make butter in the shape of
lil turkeys now? bless their hearts.
my belly flops at the sight of a
sloppy joe, call me belly-floppy joe
no? fine then, fuck you.
i usually dont like labels, but you can put
me in the category of, one who
makes comments about jerking
off to the movie, the Sixth Sense.
the inside of my nose is literally a
county jail with all the prisoners doing
a choreographed dance to Kate Bushs,
Wuthering Heights.
wait, so do they or do they not make
diapers for professional golf players?
it doesnt matter it doesnt matter.
my phrenologist said to me,
i could make an emergency
landing on your rocky mountain top and
then eat a casserole out of your mushy
bottom. i had a hard time figuring
out a response, i think i said something
like, i have parmesan cheese if you want
at least two people in this room have mistaken
bike break lubricant for toothpaste
can we stop talking about this?

Long Ringlets! Cries the King

The king will be mad if he finds out your teaching his son that
a king should rule in the service of his people.
I am come to meet the deliverer of the empire. The teacher says.
You know I am no good at receiving compliments. The king responds.
Pleading to the court, the teacher, pointing to grey hairs, says,
Suffer me still to render unto god the things that are gods.
He was christened upon great rejoicing,
for two baby princes had already died,
one killed by the sound of the cannon fired for joy over him,
the other crushed by the weighty dress and metal crown in
which he was arrayed for his christening.
The king was distraught at his sons
decision to become a vegetarian
and to wear feminine clothes.
he ordered for his son to be restrained,
his frizzy hair cut, and his books burned.
One day the king, finding his son playing the
flute in the garden with flowing clothes, mortified, cries,
He will undo everything I have accomplished!
The crown was heavy and hot,
and when the young prince sat down to dine in the
great hall of the castle after the coronation,
he begged to have it taken off
As it was removed,
his beautiful hair,
no longer confined,
fell in long ringlets on his shoulders,
it is said the nobles could hardly keep from shouting applause.