Sticking to the floor in the seventh grade
I knew nothing about spirit
A plan inspired by mistakes
Sister you were there for me
Even when you weren’t
You lent me your crocodiles
And hammer swinging horsemen
To fight the echoes in the hallway
The padded dicks that
Slammed gainst the lockers
Peroxide future
Earrings and feathers
I drank the purple passion
Lied to the college girl
Followed the code
I made up as I went along
And did all my best work in basements
The elephant removes
His foot from my back
I awake
Legs V shaped ready for the world
Eyes like sparklers underwater
The ice is extremely then
But I will lose the weight
Required to skate by
I’ve learned a lot
From a fish’s eyes
Scheduling work
Outside the pain clinic
Sunshine disposal
A new zoo army
I hear the dogs barking
At the distant rain
A condescending smile
Perhaps I need it more than
I care to admit
Or perhaps I am just
Tickling myself in a mirror
The feather touches
My knowing under side
And then it floats away
The remaining hairs
Continue to grow
And will need to be cut
By someone
Eventually
Make a simple thing difficult
A separate bag for each item
Washing preservatives
Timers and alarms
Notes and instructions
Proof of a worked life
To digest the orphan
Who has traveled
So far to meet you
Do not worry father
I will be there to cut your hair
The way I cut the grass
No smell of garlic
But with a gentile hand
More gentile than you are accustomed to
It’s so easy to give a
child a thankless gift
Walking the pitted pavement
On a warm summer evening
Holding court
beneath the
Nippled street lamp
Squirting light
Into the sobbing
Mouth of darkness
Sunburned back
Cut weeds
Arrows tattooed in concrete
Magic words
Sprayed across walls
The sky rips open soft
Glowing brainless matter
Putting me as close
As I am permitted
If I could share
This bliss of isolation
That’s how much
I love you
On my second day
I am required to construct
An entire house
Out of raw fish
I stare at the uncomfortably
Sharp knife in my hand
My supervisor
Pacing behind the
Long bench of faceless men
Of which I am included
An aquaintence next to me
Gestures slightly as if to say,
“Whatever you do. Don’t look up. ”
No matter how slightly
I turn the knob
I never find a
Tolerable water temperature
To bathe in
As I feel the consciousness
Rushing in. I fear all
Will be forgotten
When I wake
And the damage to my mind
Is all I will have to show
For the experience
My coworker broke a valuable
Piece of equipment
I decide not mentioned it
Later that day the same coworker
Criticizes my work publicly
As I spit the cotton balls from my lips
I forgive myself for today
As I taste the last drop of Kool Aid
From the flask
I forgive the the world
As I shatter my Titan knees
At the pornographic alter
I hope it forgives me
The blue sky is always there.
Through the screaming clouds
The torn trees
The painted lines
Stretching the waist bands
Snapping the bra straps
Cooking the chorizo
On hot sidewalks
Grinding the beans
With our ass cracks
Time to fill up? Fan food?
Kick ass trucks? Hot hot pancakes?
Yelling only makes the yellng louder
But it’s better with ketchup
Summer time specials
Cucumber penis salad
With a side of I don’t care
Smell the smoke through your bandana
Gaze upon the high hills the rows of hedges and xmas trees
The enormous wheel continues to roll on down the highway
We race past the tick tock shop, the budget motels, the ad here spaces and distant water tower
Nothing in its path can survive
A walk in the park
Tallying up the grape skins
Taking one last breast
As we all did
The pennies rolling all over the floor
Flag making at an all time high
Stitching stars into the backs
Of our most convincing brew dogs
Buying time for the judgment class
Proud of their latest hamster toy
Then bath children in the fear
That collects in bottomless barrels
Rains of indifference
Oceans of drowning ghosts
Give us our mission
A field trip to go see the crosses
Popcorn thoughts
Explode like speedballs
Or peeled grapes
In light of excess organ donation
Composing poems
Between transactions.
If it is the best we can do,
It is what we must do
Is it that important that we
Get off so easily
Every turn of a page
Every touch to a screen
Every look up from the highway
Church of metal plates
Reaping the damage
The patriotic cross
Sexual tension and rocket launchers
Men in caves with
Pizza slice hands
Spining the records
On diamond tipped needles
We scratch our way through
Another morning
Blue streaks and soft skin
On the backs of your calves
Little hairs that soften the lines
Like a hazy moon dance
Letting the crud pass easily
To the stomach
Extracting the nutrients from the waste
Gluing things back the wrong way
Stars over time will find there place
In any landscape
It’s okay
Beside the plastic
Beneth the walla of the crowd
Everything will find its place
Welcome to the peep show
I’m gonna use my arm
Gonna use my legs
Gonna take it to the sofa
And hide something
Between the cushions.
Gonna walk a mile
In someone else’s upside down
Horse shoes
These shoes were made for walking
Not for walking by themselves
For finish lines
Circus clowns feed me grapes on a couch
Metallic balls hover over my eyes
They shoot arrows into my brain
Arrows of light
arrows of knowledge
Laser lies easily deflected
With my love glasses.
Marking the miles
One banana at a time
Teaching the road kill to sing
The voice of a generation
A dynasty of duck calls
One pointless snowstorm
To the next
Sun snow showers
and breathalyzers
Seeing God through the pizza clouds
The mushroom stars
And the dirty, dirty cookies
A limitless talentless worm
Falls through our brain
Like a hot knife through butter
He’s a sky diver
The sun is his airplane
Falling through the planets
We are the worm man
Dusting off his coat and tie
Ordering a round for the locals
Squelching his tongue
between his teeth
Dead chicken on the side of the road
Sweet friends and sour beers
Waterfalls and dirt flies
Drinking piss out of shot glasses
Lot Lizzards on the prowl
Laying ruin to the most boring
Town in the world
Your back humps
Like the wood grain on a dinner table
Look under
Feel the legs buckling
No need to be rude
No need to pry
We all cry in our coiffee
Just a little
We use the grounds to mask
Our our illegal drugs
We smuggle them
across the boarder
We tie the bedsheets together
Lower ourselves from the edge
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