These fools
writing hard
oh you're one

skint by days
inexpensive
brandless

wishing to be
victrola
just known

as a song
playing
on us

fat
fleshy
instruments

un-played
and
soundless

oh god i just want to say
****  you

i just want to scream
*******

i carve my hate
*******

you think
you don't

deserve this
you do

*******
and

---------------------------

it's simple
this existence

that sings
if you let it

you don't
let it

That would
down vote
an up vote

negate
and
position

and you
smile
down upon

the victims
of your
imposition

talent-less
fools
i name you

that fashion
yourselves
"right"

its a
chicken
of an opinion

accompanied
by a self-satisfied smirk
of a ****

I'd like to tear you up
no
I'd like to butcher you

Carve your opinions
on
your face

so that you feel
your
farce

Good
you think you know
good

you know
only
fear

your dog
bites
everyone

and feels
bitten
inside

I have a different vision
of life
now

That's what's perfect
about
now

i don't have
to win
now

this is
foreign
land

drink
this
elixir

that kills
yesterday
and tomorrow

imaginary
things
beyond now

outside of
real
distract

to where
i no longer
live

I'm crushing the notion
of superposition
into whine

Of days hanging
on a clothesline
fluttering

in some breeze
carrying the scent
of high

its the
explanation
of the day

thank gods
and universes
for scents

flattened
minutes
haunting me

like the feared
forgetfulness
look away

look away
simply
look away

I create these
things of beauty
to me

That you
dance
about

with scissors
running
at

stop i'm not
a poem
yet

and you're
not
even real.

The things I swallow
a construction
of neverness

won't do
an arm on me
of turn

again into
is it really
hope

plummeting
stomach
wise

and you judge
this me
by lines

we keep hoping
they break
into
reasonableness

they don't
they fill out
form
and space

numbness
lies in success
that leapt
against your skin

thrown out
and rising

Let's write this darkness
into pseudo ink
and grab the useless
pen eraser
to take it up

keep on driving
i told her
my doors
are locked
undone

the news
of being
alone
encircles
its avoidance

and i cry alone
blaming
a movie
a commercial
so right

I like this manipulation
of time
we do

as if as if itself
was more
than a thought

and nothing
against
your breast

Oh these hands lurching
toward you
through

Look at them splayed
un mirrored halfs
almost tremble

keyboards so lettered
pose frozen as if
then was now

stepping
run
on

take this noun
tis yours
landing

Cratering on Thursday
Cray
ter
ing

impact rubble thrown

behind my ears
aches

shakes

I din't know
how sore

my head could be
from lying to you

We can be so thin
to each other

As if we will
eat the skin

of each other
as if we will

suddenly be kin
to each other

I'm deciding next
I'm declaring wrecked

is it win or sin
pulling at your grin cha

We are all lying to you
this isn't ink

these aren't rhymes
or (you know) reason

parenthetical poetry
antithetical blow at me

any line taken deep
i grab the pole

what bites this
syllable raw

embarrassed sound
ducks from frilly

meaning expands
to fill the space

i afford fear
and tighten

I have a hollow gesture
for you
it is
my life

cavernous in
understanding
cantankerous
in all else

currently it sits
pecking letters
sipping crushings
spilling sentiment

i've nothing
to clean this up
i've nothing
to offer up

None of this
The lying part of me
Has decided
Is for you

I just need a place
To put this
That is outside
Of me

How a perfect thing
behaves so badly
Confounds all
My cleverness

My gasps past
became distant
and my need
Overcomes

I'm sinking
through the floor
is vaporous
theatrically disappearing
arms raised

i am the phoenix
immo
late
agin

sorry though
now that I have you here
are you interested
in a discount soul

i'll throw in
carefully created grief
misery and doldrums
misshapen nights
hands off guilt

you needn't do
or don't or won't
shan't all over
tomorrow as if
the imaginary cared

just read to here
i lie i lie i lie
into time
elaborately inventing you

It's the almost eyes
seeing

What i'm hiding
don't look

is the skin
in a panic

carrying its salt water
out of here

i've almost eyes
to almost

it's this lesson
sandwiched

'tween breath
and death

i've scurried
along

I had a line
and lost it

on the way
to here

Is of no matter
disingenuous of you
opining

gaps 'tween **** ahm
hearin' dave mathews
space

if u had teeth n lips
'sted of aged what
no

You make yourself
impossible to love

you find yourself
impossible to love

this gets in the way
as i love you impossibly

impossibly lovely
impossibly ricocheting

careening calamitously
stop and be silent you say

incessantly again serving
this cloud coalescing

Let's snap a line
on a new keyboard
cheap as ****
plastic and lights
someone said fit me
*****

Snap from inside
your neck twang
like bridge line
snap
ping
crotches that were
cabled

Snap from now smalled
like Thursday or day
before last
fallen-in knowin'
after my cereal
no resurrection
comin'

Step 1:Grow toes
Step 2:Acquire Weapon
Step 3:Shoot toes off
Step 4:Repeat when unnecessary

If i can accept
and love the *******
in the mirror

I can accept
and love
your ******* too

I have pulled out of battle
I have stopped punching
they are still at it though
those certainties fighting

When do you notice
your hands

under a lens
typing for you

golden or some
color i can't name

fretting or
doing my bidding

I've glommed on
to the skin's erie plahn
grow bones and brains
to carry me around and
rub me up aghainst
everiedamnthingahh

I get a sensuousness
from certain molecules
taken in
another week
is ink
and skin
skin is the thing
that is in
do you have
any
oh the need
for skin is great

Perhaps affirmation
is what  you lack

Or you are
too ...

We will make a life
from anything
around us

What do you
have your hands
on now

I spill all over this in darkness
perp
petual
dark
****
ness

I feel all over this in darknesss
per fuken
ceptual
blangst
dangst
rankst

excessive spangkst
that i drangst

an opening
to celebrate

bottled lines

empirical fines

and the suddden urge to apologize
for this lark
in lines

Love and mercy
are
heavily advertised

I think they
might
be very good

Everything about us
is *******
except our ******
they are the tools
of life
we
are the decor

The fork finds its place
In the rack
To be cleaned

When u don't exist
and can no longer
be offended
I look forward
to meeting u
Bloom

Like this

You could be
beginning to dance
now

We live in a glut ov pent up
luv starvin' for it

You got yurs right?
I got mine

pro fuken tected
against yurs

protected against
mine

safe
behind

a
lone

gene
yus
is
all

I am unsettled
as this enables
that

and this
is miss
ing

and that
is a mess
ing

In this frame of iron and light
bent time and thick gravity
turgid things curl and twirl
find tastiness and bright sparks
with which to entwine and bind
imprint themselves on smeared time
in black light on white light

The legend goes
the old poet
blind and frail
recites a verse
and something
coalesces wet
on my face
a knowing
flowing down
to a curse

Nic's and cuts
Obtained
in my own head
I should stop
not scramble
about to heal

Want want want
Run
Do do do
Stop
Mashup
Want want want
Sleep

This is a magnet
pulling keys
from my keyboard
into order
as if it were  grooves
filled in with twang
of nerves finding
dousing for
clenching upon

Many of them
are

quietly living
new

in the shell of
old

waiting for the
sound

that says you can
loud be

Yoour opiiinion is wooorth discuuuuusing
doncha thank

I have no idea
no fuken idea
not a clue
do you

I hunch
and shudder
is this what is
is this true

this thing this fling
winging ing
really really
tiresomesly

'cept when 'snot
when it's  'n
electric sizzle
fryn' your socks

ya mostly needs
other *******
to really f-ully
find entrenchment

Do you know which one
*** no I'm in two states
neither of them conducive
to answering you sincerely

I am a quantum
a large quantum
i have an effect
a large effect
don't be jealous
it isn't funny
when there are
entanglements
that just go on