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Crush

2008-01-16T10:09:00.001-08:00

My version of her that was in the snow. My feeling for the piles of snow as I tripped on a blue sky. My sense of being crushed by a crush that made me crush myself into shape for her, flea-bitten & tenacious. What tenacity of my arms around her as snow fell on the tiny town in the dark. My light within darkness. My drifting in her.

Breathless in the hypnotic her arms all over me like Venus. The tiny town in her eyes will be set on fire tonight as the villagers flee screaming. Imagine myself standing still under the big golden lights realizing just how small I am. It'll be a cold day in hell tonight. Lawn flamingoes will be reduced to marshmallows. Bees will crawl across the molten marigolds and'll feel helpless because I want her. There are never enough socks. I will romp club- and bare-footed over coals for her even. Ever get the feeling that somehow everything's prefabricated? If I have one what name should I give to my other?

Crystal Cave

2008-01-15T18:55:00.001-08:00

What shape my longing, she said. I said it looks like a crystal cave with dusk happening outside like a thousand purple rainbows. How deep my longing, she said. I said it's as deep as the collective souls of a thousand Buddhist monks ascending to a yellow sunlit Void. What is known about longing, she said. I said, not much.

The heft and tusks of it. Longing. I went blue to feel all of the units that you've kept inside. The weight. I went inside unknowing and eyeless and came out the other side pure moon. Spooning reunions, oh! Is anything given? I've caught the one true idea in the webbing of my head. Once my father taught me to fold glove properly. The bastard. Look, my window, I am thinking spectacled.

Olde City

2008-01-15T18:53:00.001-08:00

Went to a sex dentist's weird art studio in excitement-prone Olde City. Went to a chicken Nazi souffle soup restaurant. I was looking for renaissance angels that were renaissance angels, and the fact that you are, in fact, underneath my skin, holding me like a stiff-cock'd rag doll. I found this to be as true as slanting sunlight's cast-iron heft.

i found myself in you in all the blue smoke of chill dark. i'm tripping through Olde City stoned weird. i could feel you unfurling my cast-iron skin. you said "bleed" and i bled. a hop skip and a jump we into each other's telepathy and all fall down. and all fall down in the fact that we are true. i could feel it in the cloudiness of boning you. i knew. she knew. we knew.

The Stranger

2008-01-15T13:03:00.001-08:00

    i pardoned myself from her eyes - winding sheets of love reflected in - consider blessed - consider fuck - slanting walked back through them - howdy! - and when you didn't know what it was you'd magnified it - the angels stood all three in single file mouths opened to an "o" - omg the other evening her bj paralyzed me - please tell me that you do indeed understand when i say "discord" know what i (LMAO) mean you dig? - *nudge nudge* ;) - ever considered yourself haunted? - if you've got it flaunt it is what her pa always said - behind your back nostradamus is pointing his finger at you giggling - here eyes her eyes come home eyes - eyes eyes eyes - the couple stood there glaring at each other the cashier threw up his hands good grief! - pardon me darling the kleenex amazon beckons - oh!

    WalMart Mozart riding in a go-cart. Slow down. Pick a side. Pick a dark angel in appliances section. Bone up on yr Wordsworth. Two extra packs of menthols from a man with a stungun. Check out to the left. Move up to the right. Day closing in. Night. In through the out door. Fool in the rain.

    Speed up - Nyquil angel riding a Wordsworth under clumsy sheets - if you've got it apply it flaunt it - the clapper's been very good to me now i am master over light and darkness - i am mayakovsky this semester - she digs my terrifyingly beautiful bass voice - pardon me darling your bj paralyzes your mouth is a stungun - i'm a stranger.

Mary Lou

2008-01-15T12:55:00.001-08:00

    The suburbs overflow lonely murkiness in the streets around. claustrophobic the city's shutting shop closing its book the sky's falling and the clouds and clocks. strange for me but there's still time in the church of know secretly murmuring in all of the lights like an uninvited guest. Quiz me in the confessional if you'd like, I've memorized the cursive prayer of your thighs surrounding me. If only I could be the foreign groove your words speak.

    nothing to do. it's up to you. good morning. nothing to say. what a day. it's boring. no one to love, a lover. no one to fuck, a fucker. no limbs to drip a droplet. no hope to watch a starlet. awe. shit. you don't. fit. my skit. lick. clit.

    if she was what i hope she might be i'd read the starlet's claustrophobic book in cursive awe. she'd like to fuck in the confessional and would i? of course if reality might be prayer of her thighs murmuring cloudy vespers my way. a lover is an occupational hazard i'd do spewing foreign groove and shit fit 'cuz clit. when i wrestle with subtitles i almost always come out looking like a buffoon. somebody skill me or...

    let me go back to trader joe's. pick up. mini tacos. and her skirt. and narrate. the path. from thigh to thigh. and formulate. wriggle. on the wall. pinned and wriggling. and embedding. a goddamned narrative. inside her. like i tried to. in the pews. her name's mary lou. i fell to her earth. get out of my head. all of you.

Pulse

2008-01-13T19:26:00.001-08:00

    The pulse up the neck. down her. The pulse down the spine. found her. the playing in tune. get her. the moon up in june. wet her. i am iambic to her line. so funky. met her on the dance floor. over drinks. drunken. took her home. sunken. boned. oh. oh. oh...

    I croon because the lightning pulsing through her feathers delights. I see her face superimposed on every woman's because desire's an odd thing to have it mambos. My saxophone she says does something to her like a spiritual douche it touches her super-special sundial. the music it pulses in her kool super-special sundial. She's the Pacific to my Atlantic ocean. I'll let myself out. I'll let myself back in 5 seconds later. my roman fingers are connected to greek hands and you let them. you let them because you want them because you watercolored with them in a previous life also spanked with them some other man that looked like me and probably was.

    The pulse in the pink. water. The pulse that I drink. Taught her. Here it was. Open. There I was. Groping. Rope-a-dope. Daughter. Give me more. Want her. Want her to get, down, settle. Want to her to feel, my, metal. Want to her to be, my power. Want her to cat, my, whiskers.

Maps

2008-01-12T10:09:00.001-08:00

    i was duded out in a new suit. down new mexico. all to see my dad after ten years. i met her on the bus. it was bustin out all over. after we were done. i saw my dad. i saw he was nuthin. went back to her hut. shacked up.

    her lovely bread white naked whistle eyes were crystal-like. stares fell distracted and fluttered away. that i was a child once is inexcusable like a dead river and like me the tarantula maths the eclipse. my what mouth she had to be stoned stungun green and never chipped we were then strange to be with or go somewheres.

    i went to the bathroom. splashed my face. went down on her again. peach schnappes. opened up. dried apricot. oh don't squeal. if you must. let me bust a nut first. inside there. where dank. pink/green/red. there's sand. outside the door. old indian lore. shaman's blues. sundance. we do it.

    i wanted to take the place of waldo. we did it. splashed my apricot all over the place. oh don't squeal. what mouth. i saw lovely inexcusable eclipse. did you find all the letters of the alphabet hiding in my wallet-sized photo? in you. cartoon. was so sick with this. i wanted to put you in a movie. twisted for me. o flesh! the world-weary stuff unrolled everywhere like a celestial rash of maps.

Her Hair

2008-01-10T20:15:00.001-08:00

    the rude music of your hair is beautiful big black ink lines it's the finally understanding of religion and why the cosmos' gears run like honey there are some things that i need to tell you i hold them close like dynamite we watch the television in the sun on the moon's sofa

    now it's "Fear Factor." that means i jump off a cliff into you. i land with such force. you wouldn't. even. believe it. i'm just a regular. derring. do. i get up. nothing. gets me. down. i'll wait.

    when the chick on the screen swallowed the tarantula i knew that i loved you right then. i would like to dive into an olympic-sized pool full of man-eating sea lions for you. don't turn the channel. everything hinges on let's.

    i am purple words. on a grey. background. falling backwards. going onwards. too naked. not to feel. like at a dream bus-top. with an old woman. grown. young. or also. a scalp of black. hair. middle part. middle path. up and down. on me.

    me. i'm the scarecrow in her tears. the waiting rooms in her wrists. the wisdom tooth fixed into her engagement ring. i'm revising the new testament. black. the sky was. her hair.

Porn Again

2008-01-09T20:02:00.001-08:00

    Off the top of my head, I'd say a doggy-style sundae would put a fudge on our poodle. That is, should we go walking. If you walk away, I will follow. Just kneel before me like a turned-around sphinx, I will think inside the box. There is no dark side of the poon. Matter of fact, it's all dark.

    I'm frightened means it's fabulous means I want to be a flashlight in there your hair like reins I'll fly a comet above nippleberry fields because darling sweetheart I'm a talltale Napoleon because I can do the math is why. Buckle up, let's ride!

    I'm tightened means it's egregious means I want to be a fish-tank in where your stare like pains my fly to vomit a seminary yield because Oh! Darling the Napoleonic Code means the fudge stuck to mouth-roofs wants to be porn again.

soul-codeine

2008-01-08T10:16:00.000-08:00

    makes waves the ways she walks is intended to. awe. street loves is the night weep that way she kisses celebrated stars.

    it's like when i told her "i'm not a man who can re-fork lightning in a champagne bottle." it's like i never brought enough champagne to make a bubble for us. I'm like an "it" to her static sense of lipstick smears on brick. I am the brick and I am in her as a brick, but the brick keeps getting chipped.

    pyramid eyes make out in the forcefield with her all of it's simultaneously. admiration don't nearly describe...asks totally tongue "won't you be are my medicine?"

    yes, but really her lips kill my soul-codeine, & the cough stays stuck like a forgotten diaphragm

Deceit

2007-06-30T07:23:00.000-07:00

Stricken, pangs come,
I see your bangs, some
rouge on your cheeks,
but when you speak
you don't talk square,

the vehicles of my tongue
are wicked i will lick you
perhaps you will close your eyes
i'll play hide and seek
surrounded by your thighs

but after come has come
to come like a wet leak
and my blood is through
I've got an iron lung
that breathes out lies

my deceit is my deceit

Charmed

2007-06-30T07:22:00.001-07:00

shattered resurrected
battered loved as if
there weren't enough arms
in the world to hold this still
clamp it down
feel it like hell

rings a shrill bell
comes a tight frown
when you crush my will
when your face is charmed
your ass is a cliff
I skid off, unprotected

Lust

2007-06-23T09:37:00.002-07:00

just as you are
well what is oh
and cocaine
like stars
and like smile

lines of sky
chopped scars
in my brain
no windows
open far

your arms
embrace the bonfire
building omnipotent towers
bleeding insane circles
illuminating the hemispheres

right on mirrors
funeral pyres
snot showers
edgy tears
I am dusted

like lust is

Roof

2007-06-23T09:37:00.001-07:00

the truck's glisten
where her hands
are exploring listen
outside children play

red rings, up, down
grains of liquid sand
cloud-light's in, grey,
mind-bugs sit, fester,

dine on eucharistic wafers
the cardinal sin of fooling around
for now and everyone's hands on
pointing out a jeep-colored couple

parked & sucking, up
on Cripple Creek, down
on the corner, paper
mooned, grey-dawned,

where we fade and shine
as special as conceived
let's burst tonight
let's blow this town

through a state-store roof

Bitch

2007-06-17T17:14:00.001-07:00

Baby I'm-a-want
granola, candy in
slipping in a taunt
never gonna win

tease please
whiskey evenin's
what you do in
unwrapping

snap/ leg joint
a queen's shins
up the drive-in
skirts the knees

bewitching
from eye to eye
suffering you
suffering me

knowing me
knowing you
I want to cry
you're bitching

Lasso

2007-06-15T18:12:00.001-07:00

Your cowboy mouth
rounds up a rougher
ride than can be rid
of any cattle's hyde,
now to go down on

those shadows
breathing mad
senseless tendrils
fingertips caress
an ultra-high

hip-round lasso
ground-up thighs
get so undressed
dirt spreads simple
white plough mad

suicided
in the illusion
of your oval mouth
moth-eaten
beaten

Womb

2007-06-14T16:30:00.000-07:00

Candle-dripped,
star-crossed, I
come embossed
on you flushed,

a sex breeze blows hither and thither
across the forehead of the unreal
maryjane's high stars swaying
freckle cottonmouthed sayings

on yr dove-tail
I'm still laying
I can still feel
all your quiver

shivering in my lucid dreams
alpha and omega have a lot
going for them i'm into sin
the broken radio waves boozing

Dylan choosing
blue tangling in
backwards time
sing the bottom

just like a womb

Verbal Trapeze

2007-06-12T17:32:00.001-07:00

red whispers
scraping resin
the touch
and feel of

you packed
in damp beds
ever so much
blood blisters

in my noggin
cool breeze
pillows through
open window

breathing new
scripture billows
out, grey, foggy,
verbal trapeze

Stab

2007-06-12T13:29:00.001-07:00

near the window i stood
piece of raw meat dangling
from my finger tips
sighing solitude

classic jack-off wisdom,
pictures of you
I took high, on trips,
weed whacking, tangling,

tangling in fantasies
nostalgia of deep nights
bowling my brains
in retrospective halls

you had the balls
to take it from behind
there were no stains
each stab was ecstasy

Gin

2007-06-12T11:22:00.001-07:00

Where is the faucet for
her to be drunken from,
is it beneath her, under
her, soaking in vinegar
or in bitter bathtub gin,

my moonshine arms
embrace her hours
intoxicated by
this unspoken thing
between us

that bee-buzz sting,
like a bed-time circus,
that non-forsaken cry,
chewed on, charmed,
loose as sun-showers,

dearest
a ring of ducklings
around saturn
the mystery of our love
elevates in the wait

where gin-bottles wash
from our loins all duress
& bathtubs are patterns
for bathing our ugliness
away, to be plugged, wet.

Angela's Ass Is

2007-06-11T12:17:00.001-07:00

Poetry is a Village Green,
Angela Moonshine is green-
blue queen, her every verb
is to come, her every noun
is a thrust, every day for

her is a belief in unseen
things, no time, no war,
diaphonous-deep gowns
slipped off at the curb,
sentences straddled,

rolled between her breasts
hickey-ku's birdfooted on my neck
ruffle my feathers demon lover
mistress of the abyss
keeper of solid gold chain

a lapdance from new york to cleveland
to boston to chicago dawn floating
upon zigzagging waves of pink dollars
melting blatant glaciers with primal heat
skinning the hemispheres alive in their hive,

Angela's ass is alive, every
stage she plays is a stanza,
every leg spread out is Beat,
every gospel fuck a holler,
no fast-talking pose is jive,

she's bed-mad for a scholar,
my toes curl round her feet.

Proud Bust

2007-06-11T07:58:00.000-07:00

Wicked when she walks
out, tote bag in hand, to
parade down South Street
looking for wicker baskets,
other bargains, I'm beat,

a well-endowed insomniac
laureate-lengthed multi-
tasking is a drag i just
want to smoke some tea
usher in new kaleidoscopic dawns

but she drags me out,
through Rittenhouse, out
past mighty William Penn,
leading w her proud bust,
preening like a Queen Bee,

forehead bouncing off pavement
my thoughts lost track of me
what happened to play time
whatever happened to back seat
the bun in her hair transmits radio signals

but what weird frequencies,
every movement's a mime,
every hand-hold abysmal,
even Penn's Landing's fine
waters wash over us brashly--

I only stand when she lays me

Ice Blue Sheets

2007-06-10T18:28:00.001-07:00

i want to play tag in my boxers
with you girl for i am a kangaroo
full of piss and vinegar
watch my siren's revolutions
as i jump to and fro,

silence of my milk-grown
moxie, as the devolution
of our fast flesh-fetish
grooves, boogie w you,
down for the corn-count,

tumble with you into waves
of ice blue sheets in a flurry
of sweethearts and flames
what it is to be a man
is not as simple as it seems

for loins don't talk but scream
damn that harsh-blowing fan
mocking talking half-insane
now my love's in a hot hurry,
love's not, baby, there to save...

Hoovered

2007-06-10T17:52:00.001-07:00

Lizzy Borden says history
will vindicate me, in print,
far from the uncool fools
clogging up the Internet,
I'll bet I'm being read by

Parmigianino as we speak,
no blog will leave me skint,
no site will make me drool,
no Google make me fret,
no browser make me cry,

no myspace groupies make me
lose sight of the goal oh no
when my love comes
onto the page
beware it's cursive spurt

i play kickball with ink
my skull bleeds black flowers
i've left ginger for others
kissing publishers' asses provoking
seductive traumas and wet dreams,

thin like a Warhol silk-screen,
I'm Lizzy in a blaze of hours,
spent in speeding & smoking,
spent in prose-poem screams,
spent looking after my other

job, as rods be Hoovered

City Lights

2007-06-10T14:53:00.000-07:00

somewhere in the waking world
our names crash into pane
somewhere in the wispy world
laughing hysterically front-porch'd

San Francisco's loaded veins
pummel us w freeze-dried dope
torpor secretes its daft pearls
Golden Gates we take by force

secreting three wishes
from lily white skin
secreting ozone
under the emerald sky

secreting tire-marks down
Market Street, all hill under
a white-pepper sky, bay-
water breaking like stone

under city lights we own