Blood: its thicker than
water; faster for drowning.
I guess it takes friends.
Wet Roar
Deepsea, how deeply I fell into you
Now I drown so sweetly, embraced in
your warm hell so completely
Harken to your silence, keep me
safe inside your void
So sorry you defeat me
didn’t you’d be annoyed.
Particle Zoo
First waking to dust settling on rays of light that must show through a window, baking cells and wearing musk
Smoking mentholated cigarettes, toking coffee and bong rips, yellows, whites, browns and blue
Working on projects made of particles, more coffee, digging the ash, residing to resin and then more hell to catch
More dust, and smoke, the vapors surround and here I am, mellow, sitting dirty on the ground and
Hide the weed, drink coffee, don’t choke, get home from work and smoke, drink beer, more dope, watch dust, drown in fear and frown and hope
Ceasing Body Functions
I am choosing to hold out hope
Keep my eyes open, wait for the phone
Cope with the silence, spit it into a bowl:
Take apart the rind, advance the pieces slow
edge it over the side, hang light the size and know
the surface kindly cradles my head, crying on
this truest silence, reassurance, a resemblance
bestowed awkwardly by silence.
Icarus Project
The Icarus Project
Sixty-six 23gauge syringes in my buddy Jarrod’s back, with feathers coming out the top of each syringe. Guess who did all sixty-six?
Ars Memoram (rough draft)
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.
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.
Untitled #11
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
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, they’re 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.
Deepsea
Sometimes it is sad to see you
even when there is no trace of you around.
