Tuesday, December 29, 2015

stones

So the unamerican
unbuttons his cuffs like he's going to live, breathing
with one lung    one lung with  amazing timing
everyone envied this little clementine wedge

so juicy

such is life in the gum mountain
spreading him open like a sansui
she once made him a suiseki
so loved her little scholar

ma
 put 'em
in the garden

junk

clean master downloaded
every day cleaning junk files
scanning cpu temperature
eating soup, half the time homemade
half the time au bon pain, for here

take a self portrait w/ a new device
mingle it with the older portraits from old device
transfer everything from old device to new device
using mobile transfer app
half the time high

spray the spray between thighs
sometimes my balls burn from the cold
most of the time i'm plain dry
some fragrant post-shave balm to soothe
moisturizing words with breath

in a batman robe writing prolifically
in front of a space heater sagacious
in stance and in streaming decades old tv
i need a scapegoat so i play scapegoat face down
and end my turn

Friday, December 4, 2015

hit words

miss the mark
a whole two
two three generations

i don't see
but i think
on the word massacre

Thursday, December 3, 2015

septa yellow

is that snake alive or is
that muddle one the most terrifying
noise of my childhood
and i grew up on e. louden
oh dear fantasy low self
started with tits
the same family runs
violent string making
what would be the shape
of the female
i can appreciate
drink them quite rudely
more experiments by chinese
in a mess of antidotes
the space we do to ourselves
a woven blanket of pills
represents (an average human lifetime)
something i forget
so i pinch monday cannabis
because it makes white light
of poet laureateship
i see the color of the chord
and it pulls me