useless objects purchased
by sexless people.
objects they make love to
the only way they know how.
they bring neighbors
and ****** are spilled
from under dressing room doors
onto shoes designed for
this sort of marathon.

your new blouse: ******
your bracelet: true love

pharamone spray
in bottles smells
like commercials
selling eternal youth
and animal lust
which your body
used to sweat
onto a mattress
with no sheets
in an apartment
with no power.

fetal
futile
fatal

the only tool is your mind.
nothing is vivid.
your own suffering wants to leave you but you dont think you
can survive alone
so you stay.

when i want to talk my best friend
i listen to his music.
thats where he is.
but he is also
in a motel room
in Pensacola
probably
playing
guitar.

the crazies must grow
tired of their minds.

the way a flower
wants to walk
but can't.

it becomes tired of being beautiful
so it dies.

peaceful and strong
and spectacular
like the ocean,
the bringer of life:

will **** evil
to preserve love.

when you look up at the sky
you are only visiting you.
abandon truth
and enter yourself.
that is where
you will find truth living.

an insect stole my jacket and
wore it around town
and no one noticed.
i saw him and
crushed him
and no one
cried.

photographs become
the saddest things.
and moments are
so special, yes,
but to pervert them
is a form of slavery.

my heart is broken.
id like to cement it shut.
it does not belong here.
it is inorganic.
i am subhuman.
i invent hell.
it kills everyone.

everyone ive ever loved.

“we fight as a team which i leave."

give me the ones
i can stand.
the ones
who seek
and
who share.

how you treat a person
is who they can become.

in the secrets you keep
in your drawer,
or,
in the brown spot
in your heart;

that is where you go
to be delivered.

i look into an hourglass
and all i see is sand.
i shut my eyes and feel its shape
and your body is there.
i look for something
to define my time
as flakes float free of me.
and i am sand.
who is the wind that
steals from me?
the loose cacoon
who breathes
back into me
what it took.
when i exhale
a piece of my time
sails away from me
and goes somewhere else.
i turn your vibration into form
and it speaks the word eternity.

i live next door to a cannibal
but im seeing if i can just move
in with him.
so i sit naked
in the yard
and try to
look
appetizing.

my lazy soul
looks comfortable here.

and it probably
looks at me
and wonders why
we don't do more
nice things
together

my name is absenteeism
my name is relinquished
my life is a tunnel
into everyone's hearts
i am thought

something as classic as
a man feeling the rain
in his knee.

or a woman's singing
curing the man
of everything.

and two people,
touching and healing
in the rain.

I smoke so much
that after any run
I'm always huffing paint

he played it on my guitar
36 years after he wrote it.
and my guitar made
his sounds appear.
and when we become that dust again
we'll be broken down into something
born from sound.
something that truly listens.

dont feel bad for the old man.
not because hes closer to
leaving this place,
he may not be after all.

after all,
the old man
may win
the fight
between
you and
his life.

the stars watch the earth
the earth is watchful of its men
the men watch the women
the women watch the children
the children watch the bugs
the bugs watch the flowers
the flowers watch the sky
the sky ignores the stars
and boasts of its being
largest and brightest
and best.

everything is a distraction.
something i try to attract
but has nothing to do with
who i am.
i am a fiber
conducting numbers
and invisible designs.

i don't like the way its set up
how its built
or what it offers.

it turns perfectly good air
into poison
perfectly good people
into fornicators.

.

Yellow.
Toast.
Catfish.
The Great Masturbator.

she lived inside my body
in a house painted on a wall.
i stole her wisdom
from a small wooden box there
and now sometimes
i dont know if im
in my life or
her hallucinations.

i speak with
her tongue
in my mind
to this day
and im
always
confused
but she sings
so pretty
i never
stop
thinking.

in the rain,
a living man
trying to bring
a dead man back.

and the rain will rise and collect
and fall again.

a fly flew into a spiders web
and now its dead
the spider walked into my house
and killed my mouse
the spider crept into my room
to meet its doom

an open bowl
the contents
you can take

now imagine dying

i was terrible
and it cant be undone.
i will never be good.

pian rains out of my pores
as i bleed the death of an elephant.

the love of all living things
makes me blind.
the love that all creatures have.
id be happy to be a cloud watching.
falling onto their faces
as drops
and melting
between their hands.

pianos will speak to me forever
from their big
beautiful
gaping
mouths.

they will always
fill the room
with my
emotion.

i know when they cry.

just before the end
he killed himself.
then everyone applauded
and he took a bow.

When I was a little boy
I had *** with an older woman
in a time-machine.
when we were done
and out of the machine
I was charged with
statutory ****.

a poem cant capture it
a movie can't capture it
a life can't capture it
the universe cant capture it
that's why its watching itself
its waiting to see it
thats why i was made
to move through the mud
until we know what it is

his heart was made of gold
but you stole it
now its sold

you have nice hands

they say your body needs to die
before you can know
but i wouldnt trust
their living mouths

her bones grow worms in the dirt
in the cadillac of caskets
shes choking in her coffin
he tells her to take off her shirt
naked is her task
skinned alive is his offer
he swears on her grave it wont hurt
and he says once hes done with her
well, then, nothing can stop her
he tares the leather from her face
a place from where leather is torn
he tares and tares
she tears and tears
until the worms are born.

i hope you fall into
your *******
forever

he sed jesus is a ***

the fetal stages
of agedness.

i am drunk
but who are you?

he may have died
and that's sad
but is that so bad?

the invention of the wheel
has made me so much money.
the invention of so much money
has made me very poor.

id love to leave a legacy
but mostly my bones