crushed parts
flush limbs
**** mar

row

the felt
swell
of me

till it comes hard

collecting quail eggs
in the morning summer heat
eleven spotted shells

i guess poetry can be used
to inspire optimism
and make people feel good,

but i'm looking for the kind of poetry that
eats the air
from my lungs and
sifts my holes
with a fistful of dead flowers.

remember when
we ate too many
*** brownies
and you astral travelled
and saw
some ****
and i held you in my arms and
brought you

back

and then, in the cool blue
heat of our summer flung,
you remembered
you are not you
and i am not me
and we are jus
dripping with
playing parts now and
wavelength later

cut stone
lichen roam
over your
shut mouth

mineral lochs
run through
slowed vein

ex
tend

your hard hand

take my face
and wake the sleep
that petrifies me
sunk into this bed

ancient thing
ancestor to the mountain
what tales of brokenness
you must have

break them
over mine
widen this time
give me eyes farther

old light. there's
mold on your
information.

your me
is flipped through
photo album. i am

somewhere between
the solar spasms,
deleted and spatial,
****** off. holding

no grudge, i
just can't care
that hard anymore. all

i want is
soaring silent synths
and eyes, mine, closed,
holding vacuums on the lids.

anyway, i can't think about that
anymore. the abyss gonna abyss.

i push pixels
bent on ellipses
****** up on extended metaphors
they turn me out
my sweater dismantled
these holes got socks in 'em
enamel from the storm god's tooth worn
and he knows i know

awkward eschatological talks ensue
like: "i always knew you were faking it."
stuff like that.

threshold deniers, behold, the new day: nigh af

poems write me
in my slumber
and then i forget them
later. sometimes they
are so good i feel like
this hell is something else

bow to your 
own crown 
made of

thrive and
struggle and 
stretch.

this is
yer jam. 

you got this.

i'm sitting, here, broken as ****,
looking through Venetian blinds
at a sunset that breaks me
even more.

the hurt
feels
so
*******
good.

i don't wanna do this anymore but i will ialwaysdoacquiesce

i will bottle the sound of rain
and fold it
deeply
into the quietest recesses
of that muscle
just below your breastbone,
and make it beat chartreuse
soft taps slithering wet yesyesyes's

do me
with a line or two,
wontchya?

you can
put them
anywhere.
i dont mind.

close your eyes

right
now.

space
the **** out.

watch and

wait

for those
****** thoughts
to surface. and when they do,
describe them.

give them crazy long fangs.
give them a mane made of fury.
let them summon that buried hatchet.

let it
do its
worst.

then
watch that ****
dissipate
into the forest
of thinky thoughts.

here,

angle this
energy ball truthward
shape your core dragon breath

feel the fist
open into
seventy-two handfuls of

felt self crush bloom whoknew

cavalier blue delugecloud loud
end of history: juxtaposed, prolly
poet tooth uncouth harbinger slurp word is
tut in a tux is untucked in the back slackers unite brackish worm gonna get that last laugh
proud nevermore immaculate grip slip yum
crown lookin a lil drab cue the last can of  laughtrack
drunk offa this dram a petals fell
sipped from a chipped pinkbone china teacup
from gramma's cabinet
puke green Davenport wrapped in plastic
kept nice for company
the last novel is coming without comma
i can feel it now, cantchu?
oh, and
im not mad
im jus madhatterer than you

i wish to eat her petals
and swell their colors
from lowlight misty rose
to highlight magenta

and have her
burst into my mouthings
an unspoken
torque

bent toward winged skies

my binary atoms are
being smeared wet and mucosal
like holes flexing and swelling
like being queen of the all-all's
watching their heads roll into
tentacles that are serving me
dropping ontologically immanent grapes
into my mouth and fanning me
with hexagonal cleopatras glistening
and all the whorl is a place to feast

this night sits
low on my brow
alighting thoughts thoughts thoughts
i can feel this lunar weight's fist
it's knuckle
the color of come

i dreamed of being amongst
tall, ornate
cherry blossom trees,
and they were all wise

they reached high into
indigo-colored skies
capitulum crowning space, tasting
cool air

when the wind came
they spoke to me

and i listened
-i still listen-
but miss miss miss the vision

...

there is this one
c blossom
2,000 feet tall, prolly
that was not only wise but

silly and fun too,
and she drew me
drew me
into her,
her roots
curled over my feet
her petals snowed
on to my fevered lips

giving me 10,000 sensations
-senses-
I never knew
existed before

but, ya know,
"things happen"
and whatever
la la la la cliche **** me now
plz

vision blinks shut
rub eyes now
cuff of Do
cuffing your you w I
comes to be
whom whom are you are you?

climb down
into world
nine now
five soon

sometimes my wants lust too much and my feels turn thin as cardboard cutout

i feel like worm. i am crawler of light dim. i am
him
that guy
and it makes me ill worn out wasted

you are alone
in space,
waiting on the edge,
making room
for existence to start, again.

the arm
of this scar
always at my elbow
dulcet flicks
of the wrist
cheekcornerlip kisses
the let that grabs

i have lived
my life.
i have made friends and
mistakes and love, and
all the other things between.

i mean, i don't like to go out much - so what?
i like my room quiet - is that weird?
solitude is
sorta my
thing.
i feel alive, there.

my thoughts, alone,
in my
head, are
still real.

i have
lived my life
******. yet
i still feel
a hand
as cold as the window sill
in the middle of winter
crawl up my back
and give me that
condescending pat -
"we know, kiddo. we know."

**** all the ****
get blissed it's
wings all the way down

I Blaze green skunk
Close the blinds
Trip ***** and fall up
up into the rafters of the mind
Astral backpack
Through the timespace continuum
Mind over matter

At least
until the latter
starts to pitter patter again
I spit ****
that'll make the pineal gland
Shape shift
Into the Buddha chillin in a full lotus
Position
I don't seek stardom
I seek the stars
that jump started this
Cos I'm sick a glitchin
We are a way for the universe
To know itself  
But we've built scars from stars
So I manifest mind and spar w the mar
Wear my ego on my sleeves
Rolled up
Ya I Put my demons on blast
Caught flak
forearms busted up
But still I laugh
Every single day
Roll my boulder up the hill
W a Mona Lisa smirk still
I'm Rebel w causality
Innate violence doesn't
Befit my species
Sorry I don't buy it
That's puttin the fist before the hand
And that's jus some silly ****
Maaaan

we all get to have gold jackets
when the sun comes up, again
that ferrari thought is just a pumpkin

her petals
fell upward
into the sky fecund,
spelling energy again.

take me
use my body
and write

all
over
me

sweet black bile
that sad smirk
hurt's so good

i'd eat entire moons for you
and sleep in till noon
spooning the day wasted

these asshaberdashers
are hung on the wall
but can't win in the end

eye starly
cut thrumming
cherry ember dwindle shutter

speeded up
us lamplighted
and brief

Looks like I'll be on the road again. Nowhere to go. Poor af and no motivation. Shadow without a body. kicked pebble. road marginalia

I'm always off
The beaten path
Tryin to beat back

This rift

Rivulets

Of the purest dark
that could lift a ship - I slip

into thoughtstreams
of
red
blue

green  

I thought love was a thing
once
but now I know it's a
process

A memory in situ -SPUN-
stitching pastpresentfuturistic flits

Catch it in the ebbflow
grasp it
and it will saturate the glow

there's an art to a sort of despair
that does not care
so much

be still
it'll

cool pools of red
n fetch your trusty bones
it lets you bare something realer
no matter the shadows of then

yuh know
it won't ******* **** you
to have nothing to say sometimes
except a knowing look or glance

As the night gets darker
Deeper in
My head growths thick
With taut thoughts held
My grip feeling it out

if only
my boredom
could become alien
to me. maybe
then i could
feel, again.

at a cafe
people, like me,
in transit.

the inbetween
slivers

my
molecules,

opening the space to face
caught thoughts.

my skin,
opal
white
in lunar light;

she
scryed
these hard tears
until they came.

i wish
i were
bright star,

far away.

but i am
blight scar,
here and

now.

heartfist
open up
become five wings won
chestburst and
fly

fly far away
far from it all

I traverse these curses
like a standoffish simile
writing i still luv u, k? to metaphors torn
between your reality and

mine.

The simple pirouette of "less is more"
Is itself a palimpsest
When you are you.
My deep divers fail to resurface. Truth.

Instead of being alongside you --
Apart yet with you --
I am stupidly fixed on
being all the way inside you --

Bodies twisted and twisting,
as your thighs ride into hips, and
mine into necks,
gaunt, spent, hung.