all the satellites in the sky
are held by strings.

and i can't see them.
they're lost to me.

everything, is lost to me.

and this is what attracts me.

you can see it.
and you can taste it.
but you don't know who you are
while you are doing it.

it is the
invisible mass
passing through you.

inside water falls into pools.
and fish relax by the shore on chairs.
flower petals stretch and yawn
and smell sweet when they rot.
the gum on the floor is still moist
and great for your teeth.
the animals play jokes on each other
and we all laugh
and chew gum
and blow bubbles
and laugh when they pop
and get stuck in
our fur.
there's a house with enough room
for everybody to be close.
its a party
with everyone I've ever loved.
they all walk like memories
and leave no mess behind.
but there is an abandoned bathroom
with no working light
or running water.
inside is a child
sitting naked in the tub
waiting for the mother
to come make warmth
and calm
and clean.
pictures and paintings
of pretty things
hang on the chocolate walls
but a floating heart
screams its pain
down the halls
and I try to ignore it
but it follows me close
attached by a rope
of tissue and muscle.
so i sing it to sleep
in a language
that not even i understand
or will ever forget.
and i rub my own ears
and smile like an idiot.
and when we rest
we're so filled with joy
that all of our softness
expands and cracks
us open until we're
a tragic pile on the ***** sidewalk.
fighting the cold with beer
or talking to women we don't know
instead of keeping
the women we love
warm
when we wrap ourselves
around there soft bodies.

I sold my soul to the devil and he sold it back to me. I am $35 richer.

the fetal stages
of agedness.

you tried a neat trick
and fell
and were caught
by the safety net
which cut you
into little squares
which rained down
on the gaping crowd
and crushed their soft
dumb skulls
and got caught
in the backs
of their
gaping
stupid
mouths
and choked them.

treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.

your genius is so stupid.

.

light becomes ash
is a physical shadow.
it is the breath being held
in the cup of the hand
that is letting go nowhere.
it is the moment we blink
when the bubble is made
from a wave and is popped
and is stared at and stopped.
it is a disharmony that is crafted
to separate the bliss from the bliss
so they can view each other
in delight.

in one cigarette you can make art.
in one lifetime you can smoke almost infinite deaths.
tragedies
worth capturing
at least once.

"Many men go fishing
all of their lives
without knowing
it is not fish
they are after."

when great minds come together
nothing happens.

but watch out for the weirdos
for the night men
for the hawks.

if you dont
its you
who will be watched.

and all your love
your science
songs and
worship
will be lost.

your overcoat
cant cover you.

youve been spotted.

you are watched.

and when you walk
into the darkness
of an alleys stench,

theyre waiting for you there

and theyve already sized your coat.

theres a thickness of ***
in the air.

making their flowers
open with sweat
drips onto their
roots grow deep
into them.

industry will lift like smog.
we will breathe again.

none are certified
but the insane.

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.

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.

it rains dead pianos
when i try to sleep.
it drives the cicadas
inside them to drink.
i must be possessed,
or so says my shrink.

for every time ive sat with it
alone inside

listening to the buzzing air,

the third party.

i knew something had died.

from the ether i sweat

which burns and evaporates on my glowing Heat.

                 .rises and collects.


                   im passing clouds


            raining down to the disjointed skeleton of my tree

from which the heads of Humanity hang. Hungry eyed&open-mouthed.;
  filled with the sound of the Macabre, singing to feed the fruit of          my flesh which they eat


                            im the dried up seed
                               next to me on the
                                         ground
                    
                       waiting to grow poppies
                                   from my soul.

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.

im sort of just lingering
in my own mind right now.
i think about
calling the phone
and bakeracting myself
to the bathroom.
its a small apartment.
i have nowhere else to go.

if my front yard
is a street
then im a car farmer.

i found my way in somehow.
let me out.

i wouldnt be able to handle that.
i would cry.
i would want to **** myself.
i wouldnt be able to care for anyone.
and id leave you then join you.

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

a shadow moves in me

it lives in my mind.

it is a
formidable
and
eerie
contender.

black out the moon is
white out the sky.
empty blocks of color
talking back and forth
through rotten teeth
falling out and crawling
back into the darkness
of the mouth of our mind.

strings of sentences slide by
like a pit of snakes and multiply.

over time the old ones die
and the young ones left alive
swim out of it and get
back onto the hillside to dry.

ancient spirits watch it rain hawks
through the whites
of dead men's eyes
who still walk and inhabit the night.

swimming through swaying streets
that are dunk
and lead
to nowhere
and chase their own tail
dragging me along
until i find my bed
in the middle of
one of them.

she plucked me from

her cherry tree.

she ate me.

my red is ripe.

it shines.

her mouth is mine.

shot in the head
by a camera
brains
everywhere.

everything and i
have a
cursed relationship.

i hate it
but sometimes
it tricks me
into loving it.

i hate it
so much.

i cant wait to part from it.

she screams at me
and i want to shoot myself
in the back right corner
of my head
and sometimes i laugh.

an idiot has raised a village
burning at the stake.
cooking for the forest.
a family of plants
burning in the sun.
a chorus of screaming heads.
bodies of illness.
harboring the mind of melody.
and a creature which does not exist
slithers in from every side.
a mouth open so wide
it is emaciated by its own strength.

my sock

hopped away

i put on
a one man show
in the base of my skull
and the audience
is dead.

.

overlapping curtains

there is a perfect semblence
between the forest and the trees
when you see the world
as the world would see it.

words are leaves
grow and
falling out of a mouth
gnawing at air for fruit

crack my heart open
cook the yolk
on your burning hot body

ill take you raw

my landlady
has died.

she sits in
a chair
which i havent
had the time
to make a make on.

it must be nice
because her house is nice.

its all old dead wood
and im satisfied
by its condition.

but my rent is due
and i dont know how
to approach an
old dead
landlady.

i figure if i take care of her dog
it will amount to something.

but i have nothing for
the dog.

i might join her
in her disposition
to negotiate
an agreement.

i might die
in the chair
beside her.

the fact that i am in a room is mind blowing....i don't think anything can top that.

the beer bottle
falling over
and shattering
before it is reached
is its own
master.

remain
a stench
on the floor
in the morning.

paved hands.

sewage tunnels
cleaning through
the body.

a spirit sways inside.

all the lights
get smaller and smaller
to eachother

we are our
bodies
when they
mix
to meet our
souls
somewhere
besides
here

passing through
chambers and
floors and
precious bodies

i love ******

CLAM
   IGGER

i caught the devil
and cooked him
and i ate him...

with my dead friends
and dead family

the moment before
it became enlightened
i performed a mercy ****
on a burning ant.

i  thought it was saintly
but then i realized
i was a monster.

when i become a burning ant
ill know the true nature
of my murderer.

life is a river.
at the end of the river
is a baby.

f

god got old
and i got wise.

everything dies.

love stays young
it gets you high.

its in your lung.