And now that we have completely become rent asunder unto ourselves,
And now the sword hangs from a golden thread over a silver throne
And now, not now, now
And always not now, always never
Pick it up, dust it off
The aperture of entropy
Vocabulary; I learned all the words I use from women I hated
Barbs on which my tongue caught
now there is only the muscle memory of how my tongue
traced those fruits, caught the water condensing on gems
Soiled, leaving a taste like rubber, tongue corroded the pathways of taste
Necrotized soft palate, dripping with validation
Dripping, spitting your scent blooded, foaming down my chin
Dripping, your sweet vindication, cold, closed, saccharine, sanguine, but
Drop me off on this corner, I can just walk away from here.
Ars Memoram (rough draft)
Uplift your arms and unattach them
Take it by the wrists and shake it off
enjoy it by the ankles and in refined cadence
Find time to regain ominous metaphor
while often gory, each item is best exhibited
dexterous and sullenly drips a horny hair
in here, he cares and can’t and site’s ‘em
you’re there, he’s dear, fears he can’t bear to
caress, much less find the means to put
a notion in his jeans under duress.
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As a blind blind draws
and crows amuse themselves on the refuse of others
as ink injects through and through
as oil in milk
and you, fucker?
And me?
Crowley’s clambering shadow
and Xeno’s expert architecture
how droll, and rank
the stink; growling degradation
as blood, as skulls crumbling like dust
as coiling entrails, steaming twinkling waterfall
as curdling food rises to my throat at the thought
And you fucker?
How does the bile taste? The ephemera?
How does it feel to write a poem and smile?
How does it feel to sing and dance and fuck?
How does it feel to snort, smoke, inject?
How does it feel to remain unsatisfied?
And you fucker?
Sit unchained in your easy chair
Sit me sad outside a door, knocking
Sit before a broken typewriter
Sit in the wilderness, in a log, buried in mud
as the dust
and the putrid
and the exhaustion
and you fucker
Your friend Mike called. Mike Ock.
Baby spleen turns my shit green
but it turns back to brown
after I’ve swallowed it down
Wonder how turds
can be so absurd?
Skullfuck (The Dead)
Kicking dirt off my boots
make it hurt, broken tooth
Climb out the hole,
something’s wrong with my head
I ain’t got no soul
Skullfuck the dead.
Dead girls are easy
they don’t give a shit
pop one in her skull
and slap her around a bit
Diggin the hole is the hardest part
dig up a fresh one, and eat her heart!
Dead bodies, their all the same
But I only want what’s in their head
I want to fuck their brains!
Skullfuck the dead
Skullfucking’s easy
it don’t take much skill
pick out a corpse
and go in for the kill
Skullfucking the dead
it’s awesome as hell
Pop your load in a cold one
if you can stand the smell.
Deapsea
Sometimes it is sad to see you
even when there is no trace of you around.
Invisiable Son
Spaceship crash landed
somewhere round Pluto
making its escape
I’ve been branded
with the sort of hope
that predates shape
When they take me apart
they won’t find you
When they take me apart
they wont find you
Finally, there’s nothing left
to do.
Spaceship empty
contents vaporized
something having to do
with whoever sent me
the path I was on
my uncovered lies
When they take my heart
they won’t give me you
When they take my heart
I won’t get you
At least there wasn’t anything
left to do.
Stuck now on Pluto
with the ghosts of
cosmonauts
wringing my hands
at the thought of
all I’ve never lost.
When they take me away
they won’t bring me to you
When they take me away
they won’t bring me to you
I’m done. There wasn’t anything
to do.
Jealous Motherfuckers
Piss sits in booze jars
Booze jars sit in corner, hung
over locked doorway.
Defense, Defenstrator, Chronic Masturbator
My ghost triangles, grows confounded tangles:
grasping dangling hounding new-fangled iron
shackle, imagine intimate immaculate, arrange
the glamor hammer cackle, spackle space for
imagined pantry mantle. She says:
get a handle on it, you newfangled mental vandal!
Clean the spider’s finger rancor, mangle space and time
and bang your head till empty space can fill within the crime.
Undaunted, eye wanders fancy through the hazy maze of pride,
handy signs for where to saunter simmer through the present I
meaning haunting meaning, high like someone’s gleaming hustle
Try and stop the running taunt, running from the blinding bustle.
Ode to Deepsea
Your absent shores ignore me now
boring how our plighty resentment,
how callous our investment, insight,
lure me down, fighting Naruda blue.
Invite me into you, I’m stuck outside-
I never was alive, and never untrue.
Deliver me, Deep Blue, reflected in the sky,
the sun, the moon, a lie. Recolection,
mirror in time of deals done, fear,
reach, sigh, enliven me or else I die.
