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Be blessed,
I love you're faces,
you greek orphan gods,
you agile music moths,
glow in my mind, rest in my breath,
and build houses in my dreams where we can stay to take care of one another.
that year, that month ahead,
I bury my childhood shovel in the woods,
say a few words, pour sugar around the wound i have created in the earth,
to bury a blessed name,
three thousand blessed names,
o god i love these body jars full of rain
i keep them in my prayers
i lock them to my heart
i grow them to my bone
I watch to make sure they have gone safely through the door.
Selah, Selah.
It’s in a flash you sense the line in the eyes the unity of being – withdraw themselves across
pounded hills – a low rattle the murderers of late hours – speak for flame though I long for the
mantle – where you put your knees the house will lunge – now for certain there is nothing to
keep – as darkness follows daybreak you speak of city Gods – but you want me lost in the
spiders abstract hand – in it’s flesh how can helplessness arrive – how can matter continue –
when suicide is the golden shore your heart dreams of – I blurted out a piece of cloudy moon
evanescent and each term in the shack the honey rat scrambling - It is my impression the
guts the endurance I don’t want to disturb anything as the foam pad rose – the witness tree
for you the way of sorrow – the methods of attaining heartless spine rock – all cities glow but
the beautiful keepers will not endure – and I am a body an instrument which has no purpose –
Is all the world a symptom the body a first connection – where you sat to light I came a
promoter of thought – the eyelid where I put my gloves brought low into the body pain –
somewhere ahead of the grease storms you shall open this book in your days that are
numbered – in your hour that moves no thought – in short – freedom which is looking for me
– sprawled face down the echo bucket and fire hits a vein – screaming the form which is born
of the bounded senses – nothing sees all and your roots are wasted – a message from the
woman dream on this road where the crystal skull is the essential nothingness that holds up to
life – O light lose your way and mine so I shall never see what it means for a horse to speak –
and summon greatness where there is only loser life – though art a shine in the book of the
spleen.
Slow Sugar
Good for me
television bruises
and bandaged fingertips
loose lips
sugar stars
Heartache
for
avalanche
First kiss
I'm lost
and don't need the cure
Tiny cities
where your body reminds me of nothing
but cold mornings
whore on a carousel
a circle of light
dances through my head
Not this
where winter has its bad edges
and staircases cough
and no one knows me
Cause bad is what I am
North
cherry hill
the night I stole your hair band and ran off into the woods
you were scared
the creek made a sound like broken stones
that really wasn't much of anything
And when you took off your glasses and rolled your eyes
I swear it was seven years later
and you were a waitress for no reason
laughing cause you'd lost my poem
and I must of looked like you forgot my name
the coffee was cold
you were more fun when you barely had tits
window
spit of light
it's home on the table
I wish I was a girl
and all that dream for evidence babble
apple orchard
sleepy branches
fifth of October
come find me
I'm in the back seat
playing with your lighter
flame goes
body goes
just like rain when you thought the storm would never end
I should of said something else
something that would of lasted
meant more forever
scratching in the wind
a bruise from the satellite of love
in the tunnel
I kiss your neck
frozen timber
creeper lagoon
I'm wasted it's all good
like stars above and below me
you settle down
not so romantic is it?
Turnpike 2 A. M.
My body
when I breathed
that deep intake
under the Holland tunnel
the sky was a December whore
lit red lights
I hated you
from every New York club
it's all closed
no more playing with your shoes
that I've come down across
Broadway
nothing
all there
Bits of information
I'm frayed
and my edges miss your tongue
my collar bone feels like a bucket of stars
you wasted
when I lifted your hair so that you could puke
It was about salvation
not compassion
not really feeling
as you danced towards west 123rd
red lights and glitter bones
I love you like you were a lost star
Into me
cabs and ice shoes
how you look
when the first snow finds your lucky mole
I won't be dreamed in tragedy
It's a short broadcast
I don't have much to tell you
Hartford '99
fools under bicycle dreams
Tapanzee needs new color Grandpa
I have the end
It's almost there
It's almost everything.
Chrome
I dream it is coming – drawing together from everywhere – the emptiness of the body – over
the city my skin is in the wind – this is the book it never fails – you are swallowed in the earth
rimmed in bronze – glass flows from your broken tongue – the void is within me crumbling sea
fog I am only an ideogram living in the house of sideshow – this is the message salvaged from
the metal waste - sick to my stomach I want to come kill and be killed and hear your voice
and follow my way past the rats into the dark night you have heard of me – you will hear of
me again – blessed is the prayer – looking for a way out – It is cold – this is a map – we have
to read our own blood into the spineless poison – love does not exist – I want to be burned –
to be a whore important in the world – horrible slum the plastic knock – end of abstract
thought – I dream of myself not in truth but in the way of fetish – into the snow my mouth a
part of the living road – will you take me there – will you unanswer me and be my prayer -
everything both dead and dead imagined – stimuli – a fetus congealed in the red sketch – I
am no longer my life – dominated but I don't understand – I don't want to touch and be aware
of what is real and what is imagined – a side door of black in a photograph of metal – in the
iron eye my skin sticks – here no one control's the whores – no one gets lobotomies – or
strange phone calls in the middle of the night – stars stay out forever – strangers love you for
no reason at all – there is no escape but there is nothing to run from – unless you are alone –
inside the unbalanced say june or july – speak again from your teeth – here standing a chair is
only a chair – gnawing the burn at the end of the sea – a city of skin and the young
remembering their loss – the radiance of white manifest in the cut of human memory – the
moment of breathing this is always the case – as it happens – close to perfect lives –
transcendental body horror – free falling beyond the flicker the talent of nausea – in my heart
this wall of hotels – the electronic God pain is humming in the sky I never was so lost my dear
love you slay me – up the road across the sun wet metal in a tube of red - cancer caught alive
in a wire I was so sick – dead immortal news twisted in the pipe lines – figures of beauty I ate
out my own eyes – I'm not supposed to kill to believe – touch to sight is a terrible pain –
believe the life of beauty – dreams in agony - a war under balcony skies – do I touch what is
real. Describe it – it isn't touchable
you've lost the meaning – you never got me – I never said it well – I'm saying it now – so
listen closely – it's almost a whisper – it's almost too much to bear – well, almost.
Chrome 2
Rain afraid to say rain // I am a little hazard // a hound // your so beautiful // but awake //
this is us //
2 a. m. screaming into a tree // the snow // afraid to say winter // underage //
undercurrent // I carry your shoe into the bar // jukebox plays ' last December ' // I have it
blown away two short stops to the equator and I'm equal to the room and every loser whose
in the mood to name a thing or two // ash shifts under the foot I'll drink until I'm him // you
hounded my life so I was never certain never playing dice for my clothes // your a tactful bitch
so sad I agree so unbelievable // my car is in the river // your dress is in the trunk // you say
“ let's go underground “ - but you don't have the right shoes and I'm wearing this bruise for
you – ash underfoot // twelve tattooes // black crow my window is above you //
when we feel we fall // right through the loop the cross station // stupid dialect // sensation of
one who has been written under // the felon in the ice storm // the long way // such a trouble
I feel to tell you we wont remember // what we didn't create // we wont feel // what we didn't
trade for hopeless occurrence /
I lick the scar under the eye of my reflection // gone // three // two // boom – so it isn't
seen // everything is lacking // the sun is melting under your tires // I write in this thing to
learn how to die //
and I will you know // learn //touch fire and completely lose // my side of the story //
You won't be reborn into this // you'll long for the vine but invent terrible long lasting melodies
// I do die // I do die // I need to tell you // I'm always about to die // say that // with a tree
in the lot death is good // I am always a friend // touch my face // I am into that sort of
thing // hit me there and there so I feel the iron // It's all over // ( It's all over ) // I knew that
// a hundred ashes a hundred songs //
Dying so soon as soon as you've been told // move along // I am moving so that escape will
be motion //
and we will be present for that // speaking with little worms in our mouths // it's a scarlet
history // every morning all the morning of our lives // where one has been pushed over the
edge one says
hoorah this is resolution // a moment it's always a kick // that past that humble past // rain on
me I am so sorry rain on the back fence // I am guilty I am so // oh the regret // don't pass
me forever // don't stray from the road // life ends // you'll find another // I'm gone // you'll
find another // little girl your foot // little guy your agony // It's breathing, barely.
Chrome 3
Here: here – is how this happened ( but I won't speak again - ) you'll say not teach me but
show // (map) so: that awkward is evident – had then gone – what I had is gone // will you
replace me when I go // go - ? come / go? Reason me that I have: I love is over // come says
she – but she will not come //
replaced is over // replaced is irrelevant // wound is not wound until you see // until you touch
inside and really cry and keep what I say: I say // Will you be me when there is no me? No
time again no him or you that anyone has heard of: of: heard said // good is love: good is
dead (inside cry) no nothing no last smile trap (trap).
“ exit does not exist / everything is eventual “ not from this far you don't say or ' it is
eventual, so I say'
which happens like war // but not because of war // the holocaust whore I meant that from
you // it exists (no context) in the heart – because love was piles of dust and no way was
which way we gathered or knew // for me I was so blue I was going under // at the end of the
tide // say tide // you bit me ' cause color ' // which girl am I? // don't I matter // color
afraid // color I'm color // anyway, color //
Too small I put not out of the elevation of prayer inside you blood from the mouth this
unfocused terrible poem under your skin I pull it out with my teeth and spit it in your face // o
now your collapsed.
Thats not so much. It takes little words. But lasts forever.
Chrome 4
You moved around in me so desperately // so without cause // not touch // you resemble
snow // when it touches earth it accumulates // it burns to ash on your tiny nose // so we
can't afford the truth // don't speak as silence will whisper // will rock forth and pull the tide
underneath the torn sky // up across your ankles // that moment // high line forced through
the enemy fade // I burn to death on the broken bed // I eat up the spaces // I catapult across
the circus stars // and collapse // reading noise into your eyes // I'm bad for you // but you
touch me like I'm an angel // a slow beat across junkyards // I'm not so important // all this
timelessness // back yard // shot // leaves for April // not return // not recircle the
wire for you // I'm down to the last number // through with collected evidence // my
sentences never find you // and that wont remember: as I wont do again // laid up for you //
a sorry map that draws the line where you hide your truth // I'm so good for you that you
don't even know it yet // I am weak in the knees // I'm crawling the walls of strange motels //
loosing track of time // loosing good decent sleep //
you goddamn baby // you'll eat your words // you'll eat your past // it will all evaporate and
take up space in your bones // when you die you really die // thats what I know // thats what i
come back with every time // clung to my skin // wont leave // wont shatter // once your in
the depths your in the depths forever // underneath waves trying to find the source // it
reaches the bottom and lets go of words // I am full of these things // little half truths // don't
really matter // so take me with you // I rode the wrong bus home // wrapped in a trap for
words // and scars of water under the bridge // back to the surface where the record of things
rushes under // the snow on the back of your shirt.
For me //
this is for me //
so
I won't have you read
a single line //
It's not your place //
it's
written
with no intent
to bring you back //
when you go
that is
like a bad wind
you don't want to
experience again //
wont be dialing
any numbers //
no time for that soon
coming to and from source //
coming //
that is
no way
to refer
to the past //
this
is not reaching out
evidently //
lock
with no
one out from under //
driven //
all
these
wandering
spots
to hide out in //
so far
I re imagine
your face in the rear view
feeling it ( I mean it ) no clues
broken mouth //
It's
the smell of crack
under the doorway //
your little midnight
surgery //
green a. m.
the rubber words
just hang off skin //
tether //
what I wont take //
no area
or gravity
or exit //
comes from a place //
fast
thats how it tows //
“ Give My Love to Eileen “
Log On A Chamber
messages to give
lucky bounding blocks of stone
as if my body had a silence within
the shaky legs of seizures through the pipes
soaked flesh from below the deposit
then gone
wet murmuring outside the great year
welcome to paradise
my life today
root for the smoke
roads past gone into her mouth
a long time ago
the rest of the secrets
honey ball
in my name
is the fingertip
bring back the day...
Words Or Madness
I use a knife
you repeated you wanted it
It was later
the beach rose like a tethered city
Polaroid drunks
over continents
and sometimes if you wish
through the margin of gloom
passes across haunted sky
not our fear of God
poking out in me
a center from islands manic and frayed
it's a map
I'm a dead man
these words like the earth
my cum
purged
flickering off me
I wonder if your sleeping
I want to slobber over your nook
I want to see you
but I have to pay dues
maybe Shiki the cicada
rides
slides
fast food burning
little groove
my finger the finest creation...
Bad Poem 2
Security
mouth
my sisters tail
a lost song
a hill of bones
star
o little basket
full of hush
you’re a muscle
a sore cry
heard from every highway
plastic cups
bathrooms
in greyhound stations
in fallen coins
the sound of homelessness
we're really feeling it now
access tunnel
memory
mystic creatures
a jangle of keys
leave
as your going
I'm not hearing a single sentence
as often is the case
my mind is denying black is black
or moments are gone
if you don't say a word
the music isn't your music
love me like I'm 17
leave me like I'm slow to learn
leave me
I'm a creek of memory
I'm so uncertain
shaky
then patched up
sorry engine steam
sorry B -
It's lost steps towards the light
and nothing is ever so certain...
( The following is a text collaboration with the written works of poet Danielle Collobert. It is an
experiment in language, there is no title because there is no subject and no point of reference.
What words belong to Collobert are referenced by her initials D. C. )
So I am – am – am -
no certainty -
unborn is there – by beside dusk recurring -
I can't believe I can think -
commodities -
I like the look however it breathes -
paper heritage -
why prescribe infinite questioning -
just knock on teeth -
murder the senseless -
thats why life is about avoidance -
what comes to that point -
loving your failure -
even to communicate -
to substitute -
to erase -
“ Unless red the wounds the ink – vital the incision
with which to write – if any is left – just at the threshold -
before the exhaustion – to open itself up with words -
unless resistant flesh – scarring over the words -
it muffles the sound of the wounds – bleaches its nerves naked -
plays on the sweetness of the words – hushed -
fixed in the white or taken from the transparent matter – for conversation -
forever harmless – intact – sheltered from time - “ ( D. C. )
Poem For B.
besides
no point
lost in every moment
where my smile
was a solitary nature
a monopoly of dislocated hope
happening
injury
all the places mapped out like a black stain
I can't find your tooth
it is only stars in my bedroom
caution
can't treat love like lost wood
not dig at the roots
sourceless
and apt to reason with everything we don't understand
bone brightly rigid for the lost smile
( or )
and isn't terror ( when we are terrified )
not to blame
for our lack of ( precisely ) to push through
( to )
this is an indistinct realization
poisoned by gratitude for the invisible
Come across
lay yourself absolutely
one love
through many lives and times I have tried
screaming
under the complete ignorance
I have made for myself
of myself
what little I keep
might I am
was waiting for a resolution
to strike like gold
not have to work for the moment to come
as it hesitates
who am I
a born thing kicking out of spite
less security than reason
linger long the moment
I enter
Come across
lay yourself absolutely
one love
through many lives and times I have tried
screaming
under the complete ignorance
I have made for myself
of myself
what little I keep
might I am
was waiting for a resolution
to strike like gold
not have to work for the moment to come
as it hesitates
who am I
a born thing kicking out of spite
less security than reason
linger long the moment
I enter
through and through
no reference
it's the hazy line between no point at all
returning
from where ago
again
I was at the sea
a pathological waiter
whose tides were never turning
kicked aside to love the rinse
Ook”
Once inside
I'm bitten
by
too many sources
ripped
on the side of my face thats
still dreaming
I hate burns
and
roller skates
often
I feel
it's so fatal
God
I love it when
the
wind acts like a whore.
Hunkered
down inside the coil
what is the whisper
when it feeds it feeds
this way out
caught between alphabet and disease
what wont you say to me
collecting the clones
engines turn
their noise towards abstraction
dizzy in the galaxy
I lost
now am a shore of waste
where is a payphone
I can't shut my eyes
the end of critique
like
bent metal
under the bed
you watch the lazy dust
suicide
in placenta
rain drops
of course
of course
every whore
this is why I spin
and die
hoping to bite a strangers nail
where you place you're puke inside my pail
I came in you're mouth
and wrote you two dozen letters
and took my time beating off in your empty dress
I eat you're waste and am lonely
for all I have swum for
one in me
the cause doesn't matter
you call everything your god
but you only sleep when the moon is hidden.
Dog
in the one push
fuzzy wind
sea exclaims
hell
you little magnetized shaker
doesn't
pain
preceed
salutation
so where
it's not now
a snapshot
I'm going through everything
kicked out of bedrooms
and bathtubs
one
slap
one good underneath.
Place your
God
where my heart
heaves
in sickly
gestures
Before
dog bones
and diners I would leave you in
some sad
kitchen appliance whore
who can't sort out her colors
one nail
and the hesitation
of a life
one life
not the kind that repeats itself
trembling frame
as orchid
tendons hacked
fleeing camps
at night
a
center hurls
( just )
and
one's his quiet
the airs thin
falls
to be
And if I am bent
It is by
rape
and rain
lost
in the fray
and thunder
of swimming pools
all you put your weight into
like my mouth
you're breasts taste like rotten sunshine
Steve Forbert sang some song about highways and November death
I hate jail
but it feels good to hear the water drip
you had black lips
glitter on your knuckles
and soup on your mind
we were last in line
spitting our teeth at strangers
one star kills another
one moment
one going nowhere road
if you die
do it with
a sober word on your breath.
Not that anyone will hear
but Julia I told you
scars are only good for cheap sex
self replication
a double which is also empty
occur
in loneliness
do not meet up
closing
one's umbrella like the image
I suspect myself
being
circuit
coming under the dogs
the rib cage
the sliced face
in early childhood
I copied you're eyes
becomes
a
memory
reason / logic
experience
it is flat
the suicidal wide eyed
vanishing days in the cold
it's identity
an aftermath
come to life
a woman and a boy
it occurs to one
when not a child
no place
it
never wants to be
attracted
so you hold words
to the flame
but the will is shattered
disjoint
all accord
I hear
sound of jails
and personal wieght
shoved through
spooned out veins
and art school girls
with heroin fingers
that lick the wall
( Clara, I'm thinking of you )
clouds burned
through velvet
jungle
New York is cold
Cooper Union has no beggars
she
fist and crew
one hand
splayed
across
trees and space
alright
through death
and freeway
engines
blood
syllables
cry end.
( For Clara )
decks thick
lines crawling
one's brown
no night
coal tennements
yellow light
humps rainless moon
gorges
black ocean
who is the dark
by someone
seen again
a
clot
in the gloating
eliminated by darkness
you want to con me
thunder
rolls in waves
across the roofs of the city
train on slats
by night
that is reformed.
In them
inward life
no eyelids
coos
on the sagging hulk
slate
black river
a measure as space
yellow
spotted procedure
continue
to suppress sound
still living
killed activists on the street at dawn
boats
garbage
social seperation
Bangkok butterfly
black rose
of one
cunt
with window
no
sigh
I linger
and lick
some
ancient
fist
a whore
whose cross
eyes
count
this blood
cunt
for cunt
ravished
in pain
by
gentle bullets
that
envy
you're great unknown.
clit
through
rust
puddles
and agonized
cities
one strip
to the death
of porn hustlers
and deep throat gag girls
crucified
to
California plastic surgery
and trailer parks
risen from ash
cunt
owl
sees
deadly storm
as it bruises
the bay
and speaks
the narrrow tongue
not
so
intense
I
bleed
and
drive
one arm
towards
Boston
the
thing
of life
in
wounds
and fits
I
break
catatonic
and spit shit
at bad poets
with
lazy
dicks
and
syntax
all confused
bedsheets
through
tennement
ambulance hallways
where addicts
live in glass
and cross
their fingers
waiting for a blow
God is gone.
go sleep off
the nasty
dog
noon
and
huddle
thrive
a
shot
through
the
eye and
a
peice
for the real lack of
words.
Post op surgery
I had a fist inside of me
It smelled like rape.
Little
tile
blood
on wall
squeeze
the
rag
and
lick
the stain
I often forget
that
it's
Abel
who killed Cain.
come
radiate
me
meaning
radiation
when your
sore
enough
to perform
the
heart
lays back
for
Jesus
clipped
by
wound
and
sour
tongue.
The
clot
that
licks
is
the
daze
that
wounds.
fast
foward
my
fist
inside
all
you
love
I
scum
to
thee
with
pitch
tooth
and
twisted
cunt
I
eat
sky
and
love
bunkers
bomb
or
porn.
still
the
first
where
your
hat
is
layed
gentle
spit
and
foward
lies
bring me
to
the
land
of
endless
film
where
go
water
to
bucket
of rust
blood
on
the atmosphere
of
the song.
This
be
hard
so
think
of
a
way
to
shut
you're
mouth
which
is
more
radiant
in
it's
silence
this
is
thee
nerve
not
I
think
some
whore's
quick
reply
so
you
taste
my thirst
which
began
as
green
this
is
thee
magick
which
creates
the end.
Fuck
it
to
thee
you
destroy
and I descend
bent
by
weird
wave
and
fustrated
Nazi
verse
every
mystery
has
a
bootleg
cunt
and
a
harp
of
suicide
tea.
If
yee
love
my
animal
taken
your
twist
to
my
burn
I
do
conquer
and
scream
you
quit
dope
is
envy
I
light
the dream
beneath
yee
pantomine
swine.
Fuck
star
so
cunt
you
know
I
hate
dolls
and
drug
punk
less
essence
is
burned
in pink
and
glow
you
favorite
so
I
die
and
eat
the
trail
you
blaze
under.
Under.
Under.
Cut.
Lover.
Borroughs incision.
Feti/puke.
Sleep
on
my sex
I
will
walk you home
when
it
rains
it is sacred.
all
things
sacred
all
things
cut
from score.
Ply
thee
burn
do
I
hear
that
sweet
abduction
you
cry
Inches
listen
things
blur
this
is
not
word
I
sleep
a
little.
Cut.
Here
here
cunt
through
sky.
say
blue.
the death following years // I aren't walls // hid like iron // no breath in the lungs // you
search ( every year ) for the pasted memory //
are you in mexico //
are you writing poems about the painful dilema of child birth //
I hope your not under surveilance //
I hope you bury you're dreams
and use umbrellas when the stars are out //
eaten //
not ( cause ) drive through //
in lonely 2 a.m. //
trains and stalled engines //
not eventual parody //
Alaska highway //
every bar and cold counter //
quarters //
jukeboxes //
losers //
don't be afraid of the bathroom //
so: ( snow )
never New York //
all streets ( parrallel ) surveilance //
ocean baby //
straight dream //
under bridges under overpass //
waiting for sirens //
twisted arms //
hurricane landscapes.
Just
when I thought
love
was a headcase
I
fell
I'm human
which means nothing
you left me at a gas station
I wish I took the time to learn your last name
I
think it ryhmed with casuality
things
were dark
it made me happy
I survived
you're
dictionary
of my faults
It's hard
to tell.
Just as a slowness this goes
and really nothing is afraid //
mention of words that hang the edge
rough when you wake //
basement sattelites //
( agony ) stars
so boredom //
plays the secret whore caught in love by accident //
you roll the years one across the other //
all of this re - appears //
one tragedy after the next //
you forget life //
you leave the tank empty //
strategies and dissapearences //
donkey dreams //
you'll love the part that never plays //
after this //
rooftops //
looking for proof //
it's a simple effect //
bored by indifference though clung to matter //
once ( sea ) and other things
I realize life through accident //
If you wake and you want more //
It's all there is //
I never pushed //
It was only ice //
It was only some sad lonely cafe //
police don't care //
you wore you're green hair
and drew the poems out of me //
I said " Life isn't effective "
you left no tip //
I stared at engines in Buffalo //
I counted stars //
I hope your happy now //
I drag my tail.
what you come across
it's
a shame
needle
by
love
you peroxide magnet
It's
so illusive
the
dignified thread
I
work
to balance
my cause
shape it
so
word is relative
ice fishing
and
everywhere
childhood
schools
and drunk lanes
I keep a pistol
for your blue name
I hear
as body
turns
as
word
ends.
There is nowhere,
so much nowhere
to go.
what
is
everything
sad
solution
you
should
learn
these
sounds
one
for
animal
one
for
longing
sweet
after burn
I
doubt
your
faith
we
dissapear
with
bodies
with broken
words
with
eyes
castrated
how
long
until
the
arrow
bends?
How
long
until
you
trace
my way?
Isn't gone
it's
time
of
day
no
thought
ever
crossed
my mind.
deep
in
here
this is the cellar you should know
Another
world
discreetly
hanging
from
the
edge
my
glasses
to
the floor
can't
communicate
dumb
stuck
foot
in
accident
I
wont
be afraid
or
jail bait
in memory
I
hit
nerves
and caused
too much rain
It
was in you
to walk so far gone.
Gone
it's
funny
now
It
constitutes
nothing
all
I've
cancelled.
I do not lie
because
I do not say
for this is the reason
one
word
not
that
I was raped
that
was
so
boring
I
nearly
froze
my
head off day dreaming
I was spinning
in
your
fist
as
you doused me in flame
what
I
licked
I was allowed to keep
every inch
of
you're
dumb dick
and
blind
as I fizzled
in you're violating
canteen
worry not
I'm
over it.
For
this is the reason.
Spoilt milk
and
moody
moody
cut
cut
insert
you're
critique
now
this later
I am
always later.
you
keep me like a buzzard.
I
eat
the train
you're in.
I want the third degree
come on
deliver me
face to the floor
I was a child
and
I was a whore
Goodbye
to all that
I wasn't frozen in New York
like Joan Didion
sick to death
I was propped
up
on a carton of wigs
scratching the earth for worms
to offer to God
who safety pinned my cunt with his terrible
redeeming needle.
And tought
me a million songs
he knew I'd never use.
for this // all yellow // by - long highways // rooky posers in laundromats hanging out their
gold // such is easy // brick through bone // you'll come into my song through the pillow case
of my eyelids // hurtling secrets // crunching steel // I mistake the cause // here there is
nowhere // miles to nowhere // ( climb the coward ) ghost voice through power lines //
criminal bunckers and desert Malibu's // hasn't occured // I'll be you're daughter // I'll be the
incision you take to bed //
so much rain for a bad bruise //
hotel sink //
microwave highway //
service ( service ) it's a dream //
it's a washout ( to you phantom ) //
love not saying //
word to body //
rocks a whore's moon //
through creeper lagoons and empty plays that pound the stage //
proliferation noise //
come destroy my world //
with you're hand grenade cunt and icicle tail //
swimming in toilet bowls ( god's soup ) and skeleton days //
constantly afraid //
this way //
it comes //
going //
cut through //
lousy deal //
the plate of love is a synagogue of hell.
Love
where verse is corrupt
and prophets abound like the flood
teaching lies
through masturbated lips
Go on have a bite.
fruitful
wings
of spasms
roll
in gestures
of horrified
glee
where dogs
whisper
through
garbage
landscapes
the 100th hour secret
not to know
I sit
and ponder
this
ice
of neglect
while
hills
of war
erupt
to their very end.
Where to begin
this now is endless
with roads running both ways
and dessicated sinks
in gas stations
full of rusted wonder
under the ferris wheel of the north
I empty my song
into you're pillow case
drying off my bones
and fingernails full of DNA
where is love?
I know
this goes
and really does
Every
sky
that is settled
my landscapes
are filled to the brim
with you're laughing feet
and thunderstorm tongue
I destroyed myself
in motels
full of burning poems
I hid beneath sinks
travelling by bus
to rescue you're black boots
It is gone.
For once
in a life you've lived only halfway
close the door properly when you leave
mud
in fingerprints
behind greyhound stations
In skies of intense metal
I bless the earth
and every saint
wrapped around a pint
Purely
nothing will resolve itself
The camera is fused with tampered thought
who said " Love is learning " ?
I think it was
my imagination
like bad bread I am learning to walk again.
Have to wait
has to wait
dream like a slave
dogs are better to me
and live in kindness
the shadow you slunk away from
Never no prom
only dashboards
and early morning scars
where forhead
meets the light of your hand
and lingers
near forgotten North
I clung
and scratched
my own surface
to break subliminal complacency
and stars in eyes
where
hookers coo strange goodbyes
and interstates
recede through the timeless shadow
only to die in bankrupt motels
scared
I was awful
as was every cloud
and half gesture
I slept on the surface of things to imagine perfection.
Collected myself
run over
spoiled to the hilt
I believe in death
and I want your reason
to be my point and star
helpless in Hotels
flickering light
like a cosmic ghost
the curtains
push out with the breath of your name
diversion
occurrence
mouth to metal
I need // not say //
give love to life boats //
cold nights
filled with
waste basket poems
and a desire to get high
so slap // so go die for ( cause )
As ( in )
suicide is normal
with that weird poem stuffed in your boot
I needed a sense of farewells
to study my laments
as much as my scars
why you empty ( so ) lonely stars
( is ) landscape ( unwanted )
afraid
lost in time / this thought
That if I loved
I could really communicate
but I am dumb like my memorys
like my sister whose bones I sawed off for a keychain
Unlike ( I am ) need to be extreme
spun
through timless wonder
and hearts of past
moment ( rooftop )
garden city
go ( Go ) -
bright
and unslaved.
Hans Bellmar
creepy dolls with a body of legs
outside my door
Oh Bellmar
you insane surrealist ( really? )
I dare someone to try and have sex with one of your tortured dolls.
Eeeshh.
Until I am dropped
from some
low
scuzzed out
guru's shaft
whose
total crash
bleeds the
microbes of ( ELEVATION )!
Headed for the start
tiny parrallel
and pushed through windows
up north
past Boston
past monuments
all ( caught )
drunk as ( these things )
take time
never energy
you push
( it's called birth )
it takes 20 seconds
off the day glow clock
Chinatown December
I ( of ) lowness
lurk
and cannot scream
It hits
like dry wall medicine
the lungs cannot hold
carnivals in their empty past
dogs in their borrowed cages
you are something ( to ) a part
where dream
is smallest frame
where frame is ( couldn't keep it to yourself could you? )
Now we watch /
it is waiting
that kills
and kings itself in loneliness.
I ( be ) dead
hunting image
image is past
really
I see a light.
I see a door in a dark hive.
I see a million miles to the final shore.
now move your heart ( flutter time )
you wonderer's - when I say it's over it's over
now it's over do you love me?
it all ended like you said
one quick move of the hand is all it takes
I thought of you
rotting as I was
all events off the train
dusk gathers beyond the tree
that one solid thing
one movement all shadow
the text gathers here: waiting
enter me: I am parable not orifice
blue inside the mouth
annhilation does not is not word I have come to be announced forever into ( ears ) of blind
universe
blended color came easy
say foward but don't mean motion ( ever )
I wont mean this by and bye it is doing
having both: love and end of the world
Blue dusk blue blue ( only ) dawn
hasn't heard
isin't meaning: retired hostility
repeat sentence
into my mouth cum give it all to me nothing ( nothing ) surely nothing
when this was the same as all ended
discharge
not sexual ( poetry ) not that
erotic as in darkness does not follow any word that you say
having said is over.
If I was wasted life
( and I am subjectless )
what would it take to be able to sleep
winter radiators
hum with injured songs
I can't rationalize
life is ( barricade )
subsumed
landscape
where I thrill
in dawn
it is all a hideous parody
I am rewound
surfaced
for minor injections
the tooth you pulled me through
into gas station sodium light
never
this is never
all charity bound like a strict word
cut by less and less integrity
go ( I )
streets forever
walk with hunger
bullets in eyes
trains filled with salvation
rust is the wafer
give me bruise
I am bad because God is only transexual parody
I give away
I tide to the final shore
broken
magic
scraped by wood.
Bones through sides
I am paradise
swinging
hateful song
do what you will
I am in the woods
counting cars
motor
poetry
shoots heroin
into stars
before
revolution
it is in a box
hunted
by fire
you speak
but nothing is said
pray
for the anatomy
of desire
here to die
it longs
with it's breakers fisted
against the codes of war
which wears erratic nature
like a poets badge
you bleed honor
but have never felt death
I am awake for the journey
where the dark sleeping heart takes a wrong turn.
I am never wrong.
isn't important // taxi gone // ate the light // these scars // empty buildings towards nightfires
// empires under city bridges // uncle you are a nightmare // I wait for you // sweating
through the teeth // bullets for brain bad days I think ( no motion ) // isn't scream //
back ways // truck engine whore // important to me // what is your transmission on the lonely
FM // celebrities born in a black market // I hear you // voices frayed // nothing said //
I wont dream // I wont dream //
dreaming dead ( I love my rags )
I cough up bone //
do not sell me //
I hate your tags //
tin cans on Coney Island on 2 a. m. on stilts of shadows torn with goodbye rain //
blue display //
horizon //
you score nothing //
junk in my needle says " I will love you forever " //
loving is a pit //
no parable //
I'm sinking through telephones //
veins collapse //
( in ) search of the great ash //
motel doorways //
muttered in sleep //
( slow ) the lights are God as empty //
blue days stagger the drag //
repitition breathe tube to turnstile.
one is for the strive
a person places
like bee stings
on horizon's cup
empty barricades
tooth alley
and I hate my streets
this urban over brick over ruined faces of devastated mornings
come through me
each parable
a burning turn
ferris wheels and thunderstorm sex in the back seat
I was pulled from Brooklyn
into New Jersey at 5 a. m.
blitzed out interstate
wrapped around stars
come to the point
Amen.
A thousand nights.
Amen.
each is a morning
buried
not burned
for ( photographs )
I want to eat your bullets
to which way I go
weary
for no final time
no certain shore
that isn't born by razorblades
that wasn't born by me
broke
a sun
with days
parrallel
to longing
motel fashion
television fuzz
the pornography
of no information //
hidden
white ( every ) weeping
gesture
translucent
now for ( now )
heavy rain
this sceane
where ( here ) beach
washes stains
while ( ought ) to stalk
silence
is ride by
driven
eat away ( many ) now // one house // one hill // caught if any // by the roads ( stalled )
sign // reaches day // no word // no since // silent ( all ) pain // if there be an afterwards //
shaken // on all fours beneath me // hard day // sattelite // broken from sky to spine //
overtones ( hid ) battered frame // we search the elements // matter over matter // gone gray
// till we die from lack of sleep // from open windows ( and ) fire secape sex // 2:30 diners
piled against snow // it's human skin // I swear // it's global dollars ( ash ) now listen:
you go to here alone //
caught phrases and telephone curfews //
bent //
except the whole world waits //
for silent entropy //
the dissapointment in God //
fallen into parking lots //
screaming body blows against the machine of light //
hands in mud //
I ply the words ( out ) of highway cadavers //
city is gone to ( really ) no more //
empty gas stations and bus depot ( of ) furnace through the gates //
okay //
it's hating ( why ) long for your teeth to speak //
true word //
no one is laughing //
the city ( is ) a weeping stone //
car lot //
( subtle ) //
to rise //
this glitch // one go // hyper nerve beneath // settles stars ( to ) bone to bone.
field over laid by darkness // a state of night suspended - not involved with the scatter of
( hallucination, daylight, sound barrier, road, ) all there but inhabitating it's own space // story
// this happened // so the pen traces a path towards occurence // nightly - alone - so the
character ( I ) is isolated - not being spoke to is equated with masochistic sexuality - not really
( ever ) that //
so it refers to color //
the way anyone enters a room is through color //
dying becomes the same as entering a room //
but death is colorless and so something in the transition is removed //
( clatter ) move again // lived but not lived ( in ) //
so saying is missed.
easy with excess // whose waiting not speak a word // gone is road every path that ( born )
me // gone every hope to radiators busted ( loam ) through size sinched to death // ( by )
proxy the heat of whores // my light in the light of eternity // gripped by pockets in sinking
( notice ) I hear nothing ( fall of stone rattle ) in a birth of cages // knocked through skin //
way to here // there is no here // be not anyone ( born of my past ) // saturated by the
whip // sailed for envy // the spite is blessed // dripped through holocaust hooligan tunnels //
( I ) rise // lifted by toss ( to ) toss //
broken in every inch //
colors bleed nomadic ( shadow ) O God where is the ( lerch ) // by what death? don't call my
name // beaten to a post ( that ) won't remember //
collision //
sodium nights //
one hill wont bend //
by these tides - ( a ) cavern goes deep //
wire to wire //
the blank mesh of words //
how try ( to kill details ) //
anything longs to groan from the push //
( dug ) //
strange helium //
flashed in night //
by roadways going nowhere //
damage lurks //
heavy breathing and silent air //
dreaming //
( fisted )
red radio //
tower of my song.
2 a.m.
slut could die in freeze
it's her cold choice
I was layed into her
by degrees hunting for veins
to stick a needle
poison
I hate God
whose bitch wont quit babbling
everything I have made I have made for thee
dog cunt
I need a God to whore me out.
tossed into the unbearable future // ahead of time ( is ) wasted // where was ( I ) // not in the
valley // aware // with everything mighty adjusted // whose got love for now //
person to person //
I remember the ( sound ) of your fingers //
tidal ether //
packed like bolts in the skin of bridges // the artifacts of memory // come ( gone ) no
silence // away // every friend is wasted // every room is changed // here to go //
the nap of every union // converging agony // this landscape is not the same // the post of
1 a.m. // when I slept I slept for longer than memory // which no longer remembers me //
a lost town //
lost cause //
raw juke boxes ( junkies bones ) // let me guess ( ? ) there is no right or wrong // just endless
board walk // into water // into a death of dust // sorry ( wont ) cut it // I've been there
waiting // like a child bruised on every knee // I had no faith when I needed it // blown by
atomic waves ( into ) shadows of my past //
empty as a drawer //
torn out by paradox //
I have been ruined //
reborn //
by a thousand mistakes //
cuts which make good on their promises //
( tommorow ) //
gone
past the hills steel gray
ferris wheel
time when I was imbued with numb infinity
counting cars
by what
is ( eye ) burn
the ember a sad laughter
justified
in it's coil
tunnel
to Tunesia
flower wound scratches wave
where toss these forms
( in ) shape
to love death
a back door is left open
do you bleed?
do you bound towards the great open?
with your stomach a blanket of fists
white germs dreaming of the demented hour
betrayed by a poet.
betrayed.
bent by words.
you how in wind that attaches itself to a patch // and yes at the start over this page // the
meaning of ( the ) tone ( we will be ) // meant: looking back seems to rise // however it is
important // the upglance version // shedding the perennial noon from here I'd say: upper
stories thrown against ( dirt watching ) oh swim // ( jettison ) // the cry is empty // there is
identifiable remembering // transmitted by the invincible // the trucks on the highway
( however small a catastrophe ) making itself higher // where the sway ends ( half - hearted )
by stations and a lower duration // screamed against the dragged out breeze // you must rise
beyond my look ( deviation ) you must rise ( a new concept ) here is the road to the human
ear // I feel a strand between us ( a random debris intertwined ) // people are buried
( exactly ) // also extensive: the idea of progression enters the dream // waiting at this
speed // where is love ? // as if the whole world has forgotten ( we cry through our necks ) //
it is DNA which lives longest // such an elaborate exhalation bringing it's birth //
garmenture then: Im in the corner like a dusklight listening to the scan // one two // one
two // what can be said: how even lurching mends the ( metronome ) do you understand ? //
and the atom ( face me ) because it can break // the miles of nationhood: no end // count my
ribs ( now oscillate ) the small hole inside ( imprisoned ) but don't think it // what tongue did
you hope for ? A fourth wall // I am literal ( barren ) a sequence // this is what articulates
more than almost // It is the second stage of life ( it is litter ) // sirens cracking the
( granular ) ..... like a red stitch: interogation // where have we gone ( ? ) all asleep and
human dark thinning // I think I expected ( you ) to come ( to come ) // who knows what the
world wants // a thousand maybe's ( dear sentence ) // you've read enough now // my words
are terrible ( paper even is blistering ) // and cries on our century: nothing will come of
nothing // the isolation: I can teach you that // all together in your exhausted hand // the
name precceding you underneath // learn the slope and then you must reach through.
mesh
or bone
high wire
music
singed through bunckers
of radiated mirrors
while
desperate sings
where wave washes
temporal eclipse
under the nauseated sun
eating prints
no proof
estimated
a gone delicate spun
nigger horns
of grub
plastered with sound
a year under the screen
biting static
and drinking the spliced image of motel signs
neon stomach convulsion
paper dome
these hates grow
into the mouth of May.
on final shore
my debt ( to ) laughter
bucket slain
is so thin
take a leap
this is nowhere
( for ) rain
only ever
the drought
on spliced image
of resurected death
whisper
no one wakes
in this dream Hotel
I drink paper wine
from flask made of stars
my blanket brain
my stupid street
I ( eye )
no more
dri[p]ping tender
love [ is ] a leak
lost on the screen.
[ birth ] of tongue
flame sheathed
don't puke
I am so slow
naughty here
sheets twisted
punk suds
cloaca
vitreous
I am afraid
a scar like a map
saliva sullen clouds
giving up
the lips say
a thick green
cry for existence
public itself
the eye in the liquid
shaved paradise vaulted
wrecked car
the ocean breathes
not much that I can do
waiting for storms
to tear out walls
where the mice eat my dreams
unsatisfied
teeth
[ not ] answer
I slave to hear a word
a single strand of what you do not say
you have not said forever.
almost
torn open
through backseat windows
drudged from the past
an empty city
having the form of laughter
not laughs really
so says
when I was too young to speak
I ate the words
of forefathers
and inbred nightmare recalls
a skip on the horizon
fling
sift
lost motel's scuzzy blue
road
never lifts
against dreams
flayed by nails
her tongue
my mirror
over
and over
until the momentum cracks
and lethargy burns
a callus in the throat
signs
hang in silence
wearing the scars of a year of desperate stares
engine
cranks
to the low winds.
This is my actual life
no more pain
the jackpot
this is how it tells itself:
I never got any ticks / tunneling under the door / the trees are tremendous /
consumed by dubious eyes of the local hustler / under these trees I felt the luggage of
people / less hum we waded through / nothing believing sand flies for fifteen years /
started this story you can't drink / who owns a finca near greasy dance joint /
yoka grows on high ground / trek through virgin old time junkie / the inner bark infusion
squeezed / dirt floor thatch out of a federal cop /
hideous strip tease with a chair / last five days on a bus ride / fish tails over night /
silly talk / on the boat in the alien corn / turkish boys with auca pricks / awful dump /
I travel light / mountains and a sluggish river not a locked door /
consider every way is mysterious / a pajama tarantula exploring the ugly spirit /
elevator in the small orange cat /
crater city and the camera is placcid /
spanish walls with calm authority /
crossed
in empty crooked alley
sleep near scraps
Selby Brooklyn
howled out moon
my keys are cooked in a pie of sound
Lantern light
my fatal bruise
itch
like an engine
turning lost phrases into gold abduction.
The poet should never eat of his own death
though he might be tired
of the sourceless word
and many years he has gone
unrecognized by every bone he moves
across uncaring audiences
and virtual mongers who whore out plastic concepts wrapped in their gaudy gold
I never bought you're sugar
I only stared thinking " I can do better than this "
but there is no proof
that I have stained anyones mind besides my own
with a poem for torn socks
I wear out
and can't go on
ruddy wardrobe
morning coats
wings pass through arrival of the world
rather the day lacks instance
a picture cannot play it's part
it burns in deafness
which won't let in a single molecule
the scream of lifted rain taking possession
on the floor a ribbon of objects
in pain with eyes
upon tracks
wheels inform the illness
extended but not touched
stars under the edge of command
by doing your mind becomes you.
What I needed for my orange trees to grow // ( internally ) // but nothing listens to need //
listening has no speech // so I can't say: involve me in this // tell me where it hurts
( between the knees ) Oh don't be contemporary // poet's aren't intellectuals // Intellectuals
aren't poets // there's a wrod that needs to be said and it can't be said by them // velocity
so // so // I like girls // I like their tiny teeth and their tiny wrist scars // car wreck car
double //
through your panties I saw I sought I waited to bite through // car lights on car lights off
empty roadway I dreamed of hesitation which isn't easier // return // no // left over //
engine's or sea or caught in the cage // she's always thinking " my life is over " // how can a
life that has no terms be over // so everything is until then // every cause living without it's
matter // and no one here is afraid when they say " it's because I'm dying " // which is natural
so the fear is evident // not having a source // it's always easy to say // but to believe is
unmistakable // engineer // which was word for love // meant something but at 80 miles per
hour you couldn't say what // say only my motive became sexual // that was expected // but
wasn't put through // teach me // not teach like I would learn // but send it through me //
highways can't be love objects // so you account for me // account for dust //
how it breathes back off your skin // we don't push we annhilate // we subsume or, that was
past // what could happen now // Peter Pan stays ordinary // all pirates return to youth //
trees out of breath this winter will not occur // even moment or spot // night stops // your
face returns to me //
I had a name once - I had a face and hands that could carve names into trees encircled in a
heart - the corn fields grew taller than me - the sky pumped it's blue juices over red fields
circled in dust and deserted lot weed - old up-turned machinery rusting under the sun - poor
bastards of future compfort and convenience - O lord you whip my eyes blind with a dark
storm - I can't gather information from the alley - jagged edges come release me - straight
onto the southern highway - rain telephone wires loose cables grayhound bus station - I'm
giving you information straight from the fields of disaster - remember - the lord when he said
" let there be light " - we are in the dark - baby - forever and ever - in the dark - lonesome
highway leads on forever - mazzy star, cowboy junkies on my private radio - all futures fade
into dust - and wash out of your eyes when you awake - storm o simialar storm - dark forest -
night train - be here with me for this - alone - by the road - two cups of cofee - a scar for a
smile -.
The text in quotations are verses of Leslie Scalapino from the book R-Hu.
Jenny wears a dress. Hails a cab. fucks police on the corner. Snuffs bulldogs. Has slow leak in
panties, bad pipes, wheres the plumber. Her grandma is a mugwump. It is snowing at 3 a.m.
on New York boulivard. Jenny is sitting in diner on west 53rd smoking cigs and burping coffee.
Her lover Pete, who is a taxi driver and narcoleptic, is reading Camu and playing footsie with
Jen. " Cut it out " she is pissed. too much black snow, so bored. Nothing but noise on juke
boxes, slow sad winter, no exits to Brooklyn, no cabs full of magic dice. Lottery stands and
slush, Jen hates 3 a.m.
" I left the room feeling i was having a heart attack. Only horses live in this land.
The flat green surrounded by the lit domes of hills which are as if underneath it.
As is the mountains and flat floor were submerged under water when that isn't occurring,
isn't visible. A colt is so young. They walk together, on his elbow, on the green floor. "
Back up stairs above grimy chinese restaraunt, Jen undresses, pees all down her legs, fixes
hair, fucks Pete who has gone into one of his narcoleptic slumbers. Snow hit's the window like
pornographic fists trying to climb into the room, and take a dump in Jens shoes. Night turns to
early morning, bathtub full of ice, heroin wall toilet paper madness, shoe string mattress, torn
dress, Jen in red slippers, sucks cock of dog. Dog cums in mouth, tastes like Virginia highways
at noon and is a little yellow with doberman pee.
( " The segment from hmmmm was a dream which I did not distinguish
in that writing from event, is only an event as any other in real time.
It has a woman with a snout in it.
In the real ( childhood ) event I'd noticed someone wasn't human.
Then hmmmm is a feminist work, but not proceeding as doctrine. " )
This could be the poets penis. Jen drools in sleep. Nothing is clear. all fuzzy and no image. Still
alot of snow, like rapists talk shows blowing through the atmosphere. Pete walks around
muttering like a pig, hairy chest, ice cream balls, taking pictures of sattelites on roof tops
covered in Decembers sadness. Covered, but not submerged, Jen sleeps like the sleep of dogs
who realize they are lesser angels, sprung from the ladder of time. And vying for purpose.
First you are born // from terrible theives // overpass // the system is forged // what were
your hopes? // allah gone // in dance clubs drinking neon through a straw // careful on your
toes // your not so cute you can't be swallowed alive // by cops and by-lines // motel
station // in my puddle // I suspect rats // in the helium // crazy // through eyes of a storm //
desert // trapped // where the limbs wont work // the poet's mind fights for it's life //
difference // a color // how for how: you drift // blank captured the will sighing out it's
purpose // come to the point // where love is a highway // packed to the brim with secret
gardens // and doors that crack in the night against tire swing nightmares //
enemy stars //
cloaking dead machinery //
felt // by the pull //
the wounds are plastic //
my hands are plastic //
to the factories I'm looking for death //
at the edge of town //
rusty river // ( red hook ) snow //
the cream of the crop //
hate their poets here //
what we've done to them //
with our words //
strangling them in their coffee cups //
trying to get by on the hardest burns //
This is for my life //
the tight rope is suicide //
listen carefully: if you are not blind go blind //
if you believe in God exit the station //
no one will blame you //
your mind is a lobotomy //
your bad bruises are love //
inflicted by circumstances which have led to here //
the wounded site of life for no sake //
every fault which leads me to the edge of my last breath //
one two //
nothing looks foward to being born.
I am a relapse
hung by my balls
teeth in the eyes
of my blanket sleep
whore if you love me
read me Sartre
while I widen the cuts on my thighs
for years they have begged to be completed
hell is a television
with horror sex
oblivion fuzz
ego is thrilled
to not care what caused this awful decline
I roll over
I think to not go numb
built upon skin
where islands run out the pain
engine engine
take me to the dogs
where I can learn to love again
better than a spy
who has hooked his associates through the jaws
better than a sea black in night
isn't it best to climb inside a wave
and stain your cell phones
with salt water
learning to swim
when you've forgotten how to talk
talk to me please
I'm bleeding in the mouth
I'm not the same person
I wish I was a whore
a tire swing
a suicide
a fourteen story fall
hit in head
with basement fingers
and acid depth
I really wear out from
advice
and just for today
sutures
born every minute
it takes and feeds
every good intention
not from me
don't see what you want to see
it's a slow spoil
a limb gone blind
phone lines
across hills through pastures
trees with suicide wrists
wind in black bus stations
empty
the photons
the greeting cards
the Holiday Inns
no highway would lead me to a God
with better tits than my porno mags
fist inside erupted flame
gone
I am here
gone
I am asleep
able to count morrocan nightmare
strings attached to ravens
to my television navel
channel in the empty fields
road is dead
life is dead
just for today
I remember who I am
who I've always been.
Shadows boot with her head discovered it was nothing - scratched her forhead and behind
when oceans dried up - scruff of her neck keeping that fact to himself - cold nose to his - roof
and a deafening sub stink back to sleep - he put his junkie and his car out onto the highway -
you blew it thats what it thrilled her because the scarf - pass-key? hope - Haley tried to move
his arms - search engine - thought face became taut with panic - words mantle Equador - it
was - I need the pass-key - start somewhere - dozens of sites I don't have it let me go -
mantle, mantle cell lymphoma barely roll over - companies with mantle in the Dakota line and
Ensei Tankado to mantle forty minutes later is now - yachts and tourism your crazy Haley
cried struggled unsuccesfully trips around the gallon road - familiar but probable all of North
Dakota's mail just the same I told you before the clear azure waters -
You wont understand shot bursts between the galapagos for two - it's fucking blasted through
breath taking terrain - an old pack of wind - the noise in crypto - transferring in the eye - a fur
coat fell on a running all that left was - shelter strom skies - then a sofa landed on the metal
platform only fear and raw energy - with a storm of light the azulejo tile glass dropped out of
the blue - soldier smashed strained and breathing - unnaturally pink legs barely audible with
whines and whistles all night the bull tapped it's eye - unveiled secreats or something else -
nothing but a grease spot -
rolled down the side of his woman trapping her and head and formed a dotted crushing her
the air filled and then his lips moved large panes of green house to someone sweat stains a
statue of a civil war his arms beads of sweat panel truck an ironing on his arms and sparkled
like the overpass up ahead and hands shit oh shit something traffic below like a spinning circle
above a foot - soldier how's your death taste?
feathers and long white gloves and the 7:15 train No. 113 sharper Ray had been okay five
miles to bay shore the vet's but when he saw from the sad rave sceane -
pantry at home
he had broken rainymouth fogmorning
then passed the William Penn hills rising to the sea bay
streamed from every window
like demented in the draws with cars on both sides disposed
real estatically
saw no crazy Ray or other car lights
my whole souls disguised living creatures out on this reality
itch there were no black threads with that snow bound semi
the cab crossed the canal
for sexchanging to pain
down there loud spanish culture and natural foggy played from apartment houses
little room wondering how
zagging up the sides like iron
myself into feeling that these young men with gleaming filled red with work
and on some street corners clusters
so thrilling to feel the roll like oil in garbardine sacks with soft tears or sew lines
offered to wash the cabbies little notebook and I stared.
( The lines in quotations are Leslie Scalapino's from various books. )
Jen has hot shower - soap suds on breasts on back and tiny ankles - dries up - looks in mirror
- brushes teeth while fingering her ass hole - toilet paper clean off finger tips - Pink Floyed on
radio - wish you were here - news on t.v like orgasm static - jen slips into tight red dress with
long slit up to hip - art exhibition downtown - locks front door - fucks dog in hallway before
leaving - wipes cum from cunt onto hand leaving trail of doberman slime across the wall -
outside cold snowy night - sattelite stars - hails cab - rides downtown - presses exposed
vagina against cab partition so she doesn't have to pay fare - enters art galley - 8 p.m. -
Jen wanders gallery drink in hand looking at paintings of pubis extended and highways and
dildo's crucified against tortillo back grounds - real chic - is totally bored - lets out diplomatic
fart - people stare when they smell her gaseous flow - Jen goes into bathroom -
fixes lip stick - sees woman coming out of stall - grabs her and presses the girl against the
sink counter - lifts up girls dress - eats out her pussy - girl moans - Jen wipes juice off mouth
when she is done - pulls book of J. K. Huysymuns out of her purse starts to read to girl - says
" this is dark prophecy from 1890, do you like my eye shadow? Do you think my tits are too
small? " girl laughs and grabs Jen by throat roughly shoving tongue down her throat - they
exit bathroom - wander gallery - tell the artist how anal his paintings are - leave together and
hail cab to uptown -
Jen and strange girl end up in the village - go to record shops - fuck store owners double
teaming bumping fuzz getting tons of free cd's - go to park and Jen pisses on sleeping
homeless bum - bum swallows every drop - thanks the girls for their kindness and support -
girls go to bar get drunk throw shoes at the patrons take off their shirts and dance on tables
tiny titties bouncing up and down - a sad lonely code - both go back to apartment - sleep in
bed with fingers inside each others ass. Pink Floyed on radio.
Nudge
this zone
these lanes
hung by headlights
in deserts
we extract the promise
burned
( by ) now
is days clawed
in gas stations
the ( must ) be here
searching for essentials
( to ) pack out the membrane
verbal
( rejection ) flawed
reminded
by scatalogical
how afraid
to this we will be brave
born to the road
( not ) blinked / phrase.
in my car
that has no wheels
in my heart
that pushes for air
do you bleed for the cause?
Do you exit the building
for your fair share?
bone
plastered sacrifice
be here
longer
what sustains
bullets
over highways in swamp
over Hotel in Boston
this is the inverted sign
bring me evidence
not burn tires
and clothes
off road side
to prove my point
I haven't seen what it takes
I'm sure the violence is arrival
by metaphor
shoelaces
silencers
born again to loser life
tied to posts
We should do more.
What more dear?
Speak up.
Listen closely.
This is the raft.
Maybe us
maybe that is only
so slow
the process is bone
no clothes
we reach the surface
tired of superficial wounds
is it wrong?
Do you know the code?
give me your hand
long walks are over
hearing the sweetest note is over
playing our parts is over
now lets surface
and tell them the whole tale
of where desire began
roads
into night
buildings sacrificed
cut by montage
we are loose
and near all borders
extended
the sleepy verb
broken beneath the light
we call dawn.
coconut juice in her voice dark eyes on her motorbike many guns
bag of knees nibbled from one end the dark city
three stars Malaysia bombs because maybe I showed you my bare head
tears of rage arrest the heart
ticketless souls glittered in the sunset
jungle on slope bamboo bleached
I suppose dearie Tankado a deep breath
concrete barefoot white mosques emetic
live in the high place follow suit from these dead adopted
when is submission Khun Sa through violent opium eerie
hunger California faded poster Hadji no hot potato
I am myself kill kill being just
I am so poor
Kota train creeping past waiting rooms of red dog
wonderful euthenasia bannana trees
sparked mountains from the loose
student how do you feel?
happy happy in the camp
where are the brown shirts
no sense to be right in these chains of logic ill forged
I pass the self
all you see in the pipes
haystack dying industrial pill
not scattered/them over.
If I was left in
( not ) posted
for the roads are flint
dodged by that much nerve skin
I have seeked an under
to cross my promises
empty rooms
in yellow light
I have had to drink hard
for my moments
when nations flood the screen
half remembered by ( door ) one only ( us )
is it taken
the flood of engines
where angels watch porn
I know my days are numbered
I can't drink coke without going blind
nothing is lost
just put in it's place
seeking the other
being that
a thousand plateaus of the binded spirit
risen
through mouth
this is candid
so don't leave me
little is left to say
I will say it
burning by the echoe
that carries false love to rest
I need a head
a breast a hand
a serious body to throw out a window
the soldiers are coming
this is our sleep for nothing
the agony that forces words to rescend
and on platforms
in high wind
we catch our trains
asleep in the head
by a million wounds to ( consort ) plaster
then reawake
new to the debt of life.
this for keeps
a long battery ( haunted )
central park snow / being robbed
hustled into cafes
to read your confession
no one relates
( is ) related to
the thought of birth
of feet that tapped the edge of bedposts
high on blue deluge
biting the walls
sexy death
enter
no crossed
chair floats while fingers stir liquid
while hair collects the winter
you had eyes that bitch slapped the dawn
dirty jeans
I wish memory was jello
congealed by moment ( fraught ) not loving
under overpass
hitting the vein with rotten words
could it begin again
like a root / unspoiled
ten fingers
plyed ( on ) winter
surface of lake is ice
layered ( too ) cold dawn
what price
ladies in red
you see or not ( see )
going down [ placated ] the zones
radio dial
fushion of thirst
and once
carried ( warm ) carried.
once
I reach
this is the reaching
breathing out
for birth
there is silence
driving nowhere
heaven or gold?
will you come with me
torn sleeve
motels
high sun goes low
blood
on rooftops
garden [ air ]
two doors down
knock
I am filled with life
I am eating your reason
pour out the verb
pour / come / bar /
here is laughter
it dawns.
tokens
where ( what ) I held
tokens mighty
it gleamed
street walkers
to ride the bus
not a voice
speaking
voice
cut off from the line
in snow this city
no shots pure crystal
scream
this doubt
loud in canyons
scream
voices lost
no religion
lake is polluted
coming to source
car breaks down
desert
highway learning
distracted
photographs
membrane solid
hologram
where is the city
slide of dope
the dildo
mattress decay
curtains I love you
this city
in the desert
lost tokens
battered come
battered alive
neglect re-enter / slum / happiness golden.
people have money
but they don't have money
so they long for humanity
what is human?
who lights the sparks
being fed
where do cops get their money?
from us because we are scared
do you get it
get the drift
no one has money
do not spare it to strangers
unless you are a marxist
which makes you strange
like a woman / do not pray
life will bend you over
leave show
marked show them mark
in solitude
this happens
strange the swift drug
in re-hab avoiding war
pain pills tar walls
do not do anything ( sudden )
hemmingway is a whore
whore is a building not dust
by battle
we snuff and cream the exit
no applause
bad couphing noise we leave
down to jeans
done scar
sky ( god ) red information
the enemy in poet
crosses line
definatly square to mexico
no cars only cars
dreams big meant to quiver
days [ blue ] curtain rise no people
seats where is cab?
when inside
at windows below buzzards
clock tick bad genes
who is hell even talking
it says and ( says )
come ( only ) must
the highway is layered
suicide by plastic
the figures in throats
blue peices
floor in bare in subway no context
context is taken
not shoved fast cars
the night I slept
this night not any other
other is without friends
in bulbs the light stays on reckless
with where
coming
door no opportunity
heard fix your window
heard brighten your alley
in the ways we speak
too much born and placenta ( hips sway )
you wear a gown ( walking down to river, it is winter )
what aren't you afraid of ?
sitting here counting my steps
how long does it take to reach you
not past, this silence
I mean really reach you
diluted sun
sub - pollution /
heated cars /
individual
cops
and then
more cops
it is barely raining
motion
to tide unresponsive
going
home
the sun will never rise
subway singers
who is rich
the A and C train closed
I am an animal
look out window
where is my voice?
if there is a red
( meca ) girl
why hop rail
don't pay
ring door
rising sky scraper
nail
hunter
the godly green
magic
is
a little song.
frozen red
get over girl
high climb
toward thin horizon
get and got/not got
they/heart to give
matter
when lights color fade
the fin/golden hum
pine box
sun/creep/mystical gin
throw howl/exit/place
not be what I make/a poem for your restriction.
gimp held
him down/platforms
rain/drug/blue me
further up/elevator
shut down/buying junk been junk
dispense/cooler
can't.
dreaming puts you in the syringe
I am the earth persephone
but can't be hell / fast train bloody dismissed
hit me daddy
break my femur!!!
pit whore
the lost child of the burning bed
triple gag
my horse hands
why is momma perpetually stuck underneath the sink?
Okay I chafed - pain and panic and we'd share our blood from tongue to teeth -
your c*ck moves like a washcloth across my p*ssy - like pillows on my skin -
killing thinking of me -
you were living in your stomach pe*nis and balls - I f*ck you in a garage - like you'll eat my
brains -
death is like the sack of this guy - fear is the end of muscle - terminate dreams in the vision of
the worm - a colon is expanded to smear on the wall - sucked off - the whole six inches
scraping
the loose sisters throat.
when is an almighty god fixed like a proper violation - sharing a body is nothing -
the chemical is a greed - ( magnolia ) cu*nt - accident of morning flies hotels - dog lubricating
tic tic.
inverting transmission - rope lashing three lives - whore sustain the sleight weight...
I'm ripping up my clothes - president Carter - find out why sex is so easy please.
the back aches like a ghost, final flaw.
we live in a world shaped like the film of a cu*nt.
Darwin, do something that performative. ( fellatio ).
green death. compacts.
gaga.
the bathroom of girly gel red red red... tic and by...
into...
flags of our skin. the mirror weeps.
fustrated abcess
liquor
put to sleep
dorm rooms of whores ancient manisfestation
piled
and then bled
nixon was it
not me / mushed / crotch face /
hero.
lick the capitalized handicap of restoration -
in the mouth my field of mice -
under the tongue where the nest of maggots pilot their anti-terrorist condoms -
sleeping eyes -
bridges where famous poets jumped into icy pools -
by this they told us to stay out of the deep end -
and never hold a scalpel to the congress of fruit.
any energy is spent like a slave while we worship the locomotive and advertising matrix
store window mannaquins more erotic than the girls on the streets -
where is the oval / the bended over sac / eat what I say - and keep the radio tuned to fuzz.
the organ of the innocent woman. exclusion from a flower. repressed unfettered body.
language.
against the city there was a reply.
dangerous horses fed intesine, drug addled, dawn broke.
these were needing cars through the wreckage.
spoiled there heads by laughter and codiene.
douse me in flame.
red on the rain stretched marsh. pause. ginny people. am I one. reduction. high heels
plastic dex drowned in high city cooler park.
fat slut my beauty bench mark sideways can I pull against the scar that slid the sun into slow
birth. where are the scissors? who is peeling my toes? is it embryonic lord and saviour?
Meanwhile... in deep space... at the parrallel spurt outpost... a finger head barbie is sputting
on meth... teaching the scissor children all about porn transference. " the red star, sister
euphrates, time before night, you understand about the biological court, the microfilm pus*sy
house, well it was all a flash flood across the A.I. telepathic throughway, silly rigs, koosh
projects, the fall of the delta syntheses "... barbie's lesson is interrupted by a female scissor
child who is pullin a Yoko Ono and ripping her black dress to shreds singing " why not blow up
the planet, feed me milk duds " yaspah diddle ohhhhhhhhh... be bon kaaaaa... Porn ruins the
minds of sectarian youth...
in a galaxy far far away, the jobbies are loading a belt truck... clock islands smell of gasoline...
now you may well ask whether I can tell this to you straight... certainly not...
and I know you all long for the toilet scene... It doesn't happen... This isn't Jean Luc Godard
by way of Pier Paolo Pasolini's ' Salo'... so be good talker and help me juice the police...
Meanwhile far across the fungoid gills... sunshine 38 lets go of his bleeding anus sending
arabic transmissions to the p and o... outside the carcass shack Lyndon B. Johnson diddles a
young boy with his bottle jigs... " hey... " screams 38 " cut that out Lyndon, or I'll report you
to the neon count... " Johnson cries, his poor pedophile dreams have been shut down... they
start drilling the syphon locks... look anywhere the sky pilots have raised there sails... red
marsh warehouse flak... tide against the green city... pistons everywhere the blizzard of the
earth...
napping chinese take a journey... lark sucking out the sex color... " Clayton, where's you're
push coins... " footy says, dumping his giggle fawns into the waste fetch... " nowhere to be
found, I'm an empty studio bill, where are my Incas... " everyone on board the ship knows
that claytons Incas means his young sex dolls with political eyes... emotion is oxygen... in the
metal city the fierce space vessel floats through the outer veins of deep practical standard...
first class longe the orchestra is a bunch of terminal addicts... through the barrels of
runaways... voices hail the pot... exact replicas... the genitals of the purple gill...
One two to pony... does anyone read... pony baby... the space deck is sinking... a thousand
blue photos... the word fails... Pink mantra through the timeless channels... come collect the
laundry bill... Interfaces with rain...
Orchard... hills green... that book of skin... pilots... screen... thin milk...
It's happy to be loaded
skin flickers
holiness the blue wall
gun shot majesty
carnal flaunt
fit for a queen
inside the raging mouth
whore I am the color red
bad fever
all my dolls are missing heads
don't baby my wasted thighs
this hollow juke
fat winter
I want to feel your chemical slash
reject sodomy
drill my good hole
suck the scars
the sun burns my tires
ooh you've got a big one
felt a hand
guillotine wire
synaptic motor mouth
hell in the gash
star tissue
pill daddy
I want to be fed vietnam through the a*ss
hippy lick
lysol dychotomy...
If I be well
I will live well
but not knowing how to be
I am the poor sap of syntax
poured in fluid confines
the things I would do
wanting to be a way in which there is no out of touch with the desert
winding exactness
the heart is barren
against the hotel of dancing keys
I am living but not knowing well the recognition of sonata's
dry bed
kept to be made
hells intent / in the mind / if a tiny endurance /
the shower is surplus
neon purge
T.V. static the Kafka light
making ( if ) mens time against the tide
through hole the light of road is barren...
softly underneath,
the overpass brings back a thought,
I cry against the coffins,
where is my assassination?
I hope that you can hear
( this will not be my voice )
follow hearts trail twisted though I may sleep
and slobber on the impossible
interstates unwind and the shadows delve from where I write
whispered no......... screamed against a page.
genital dribbles, I love the media. one is cold in the water. we pass among frequent
aberration. ones rim released the wreck.
pills give you the dream. fertile liquid patchwork to give him head the world would know I wish
t.v. shut out the cu*nt.
the same city, sore eyes, bit*ch is a parable in the orchard. violate.
dogs are selling you're photos. shi*t is shi*t everything falling apart on me.
needle walls
I would push foward like I were a shadow
if not so weak in the knees
and exposed by television screens
jack knife 2 a.m.
really I'm sorry,
does this mean you'll climb the ladder and re-enter my womb
it was worse
when that moment as the body wakes
and the day is like a whore who left her underwear behind
why is magic so bourgeous,
the ice captures the folly
where rainbows suicide
and I dance on the slow repose of the absence you've left behind ( red disk )
tic tic
If I need it
and I will
returning by interstate to my broken fundament
while blue moon licks the tail pipe
action doesn't chase thought away
longer in the strain.
tic tic.
No more reason
out the window with Heidegger
no being is in the breath
which is why ( red m. ) the thought is residual
stain highway
my bagged body
fruit trees
tic tic.
answer by pail and thin lines dividing roads that tip to abstraction
it was killing but I loved ( and still do ) that death that it performed
and now my half rails are screaming in the blue dawn
where tides ( I dont need to know the facts ) wash clean the heavy scars
needle point
early abuse
I cant grip the rail / buses are poison
no word / finally
a leap through the curtain where land is rushed to meet incessant demarcation / red dilate /
push / give the hope / not enough hope
then a certain thread
to tie the heart in through the hole
of physical repulsion.
shoot
then a wrist that rescued highways
the life inside bath tubs
full of ice when childhood was a blanket of sound / static assassination
could'nt have been more than the sum of my parts
is it my boredom?
the thrusting star that stares congestion of the senses into the void spiral ( her ) voice
red was the pattern of day
I hid under the table from your tattoo
the branding of being owned by a strangers ink
is the ( me ) on the tide bank so suicidal / I think maybe
call off the dogs
lay with me where the road cuts in two
I'll be brave / don't cry / it's murder that punctuates madness
from here the sad turn
who could leave the bed?
forefinger against the wall
if I'm wasted in time you'll remember my youth when the void was not quite so thick
there had to be a chance in hell to say what I really mean.
tic tic.
I love you.
Think of me
and don't do much
when you make a turn of styles
at my head
it's where I waited
sattelite posed
for the connection of love
telling the storefronts to sleep it off
again of me
while I was young
verge of puking
telling the narrative / gets excessive
a heavy weight to drag under the earth
what a sad poem
would you write it for me?
don't be bitter
it eats alive / tire swings / dirt roads
cloud coverage
what will the truth mean / nude to your toes
has to be a center not so selfish
which will win me over
winning truth afraid of coke machines
the internet has the seed of cancer
gigabytes destroy the poem
nothing is conveyed
so I write in ink on the surface where the skin lies still
If in time
torrid blank expression
must having star fu*cker
your cheekey totem bombs the planetary huff.
on the road
where the north is a guiding light
trying to save my life
please dont hurt my veins
I have the information / where was I ?
blood where the stars undid there depth like a garter belt
beautiful wasn't I ?
and full of pain
to account for California
floodlights
the scars
the heavy haul
the motel pain
I have burned my dreams
if I wasn't dying I needed to be told who to be
Galileo, falsehood is our second state
this north is a flood of condolence
while the snow and the lodges on highway 80 dissipate to tell me nothing more
besides, keeping quiet is the wisest move
on this road where there is nowhere to be.
resting... please...
dont rest my body
isn't it morning wont arrive
final shore gone under
and reefs we collect the colored hue carnival rotate spinning night once a black friday I carried
your pack and puked in your lap
every time
I wind through
this needle explodes
and fractures the map
of where the wild dog sleeps.
This daily grin
dies
by sea cast thorns
red indentured to this city despite any beauty goes couphing despair
cum jiggled through her sugar tooth the ripper of castration migrating to this cry
fu*ck cuties tender hole where I tar her pink rectum to a rose
despite her cut open tit where I murdered rats into her mouth
and frazzled her cl*it with a tiny cactus
mixing blood with chlorine
I put her sh*it in a jar and finger the pink sluice where dogs have torn
and now through the night a jew from every corner
is fu*cked with it's corpse slid against a large oven
thrown now Iraqui dust over the red tents and heart of crime
every sugar pi*ss you fustrate with your an*al ring
bring me a juicier co*ck from the republic of sleaze violent crimes against the lesser breed
( End of part 2 )
bucket or pail
thats where the thick tide sleeps
eating men like hollow wings
where the shadows fail
requiem or soon suicide
to keep my tired mind from pushing thought
any further is too long away
the death
it would mean so much to me
but your only a burden
in the house of heavy song
while stuck air congeals
I am a silent smile
you pulse
but the dumb
don't hear
fu*cked
to
every core
I settle
I hate /
love no reason
It's done
to me always
no exit
just
simulated repetition
Azura nowhere - fight again
curtains
hold me
rapid eye in the dark
settle for music
so cold
the heat is lost -
evidence
for my words
that lay collapsed
like crazy dreams
like no way to California.
Hotel's
and highway's
and mirrors full of dead faces
no more reason
all pushed
through needles
through drug stores
under the matress
trading poems
for blue capsules -
a dialect of senselessness -
who cares if I am the sea?
Who cares if I am roving dreams?
A songwhale twisted with the slow rolling inside night colored loud falsetto - eyes tear laden a
true carnival of blue rain in a bottle - free from the grind of scrap metal - down in the oil
paints bottom edge a hermetic fusion - no one to be seen - an inkling of tall serpeant light -
the sound of the hive administers its grotesque touch - garden of baby bones the fog erased
the strange blossoms - real clumsy bi*tch the city had birthed - a body on the road rubber
scum enshroading - the story gets fuzzy here - onward kamikaze a scream from the hills
metal skin - sky shell bursts in psychadelic color - planting green tendrils in sewer cu*nts that
shake out the poison on the tip of a tongue - fire glitch from the off center - an ocean of sound
underneath the veins of the city - collapsed micro-bodies and all seeing eye stem - from the
dark bottom a gutter of stars -
My head is like iron in a safety wound - retchless dust on the walls - conveyor machine grim
enduring baboon - the first entertainer Bang! - the interior sound of the bone hill - prostitutes
under the rusted roller coaster - underneath the tethered city - strangers in the garden of the
sky - rainbow walls against half collapsed clock eyes - a black taxi in the scum of the sublime -
a tide of blue mouths from his open wrist - nailed to the spot the ice cold jaws of semites -
sexual formation through human nature - saturated accumilation I accept your paper hat -
assassination is the key beyond the impressive transparency - burnt inside cranial inspection -
the eternal morbid prosthetic - petulant jack boots eat out your poison from the cu*nt ulcer in
womb of sky micro stitches in the flesh.
( End of Part 1 )
( Part 2 )
Holes bleed from psychotic god - hungry cars in the masters kill flow - massacres follow the
signs you are the very worst - over the concrete top - arcades of an old dream - down the cool
path - on the 30th floor - no address - sleep breath - pale - a place forgotten - memories
naked empty after september - curtains tarnished mirror pale fingers fading - incomplete
dreams - lost in a box a rope from my navel attached to the gray mans eye - grateful for the
liquid of dark transports and convulsive death dusted in little eyes of self annhilation - cranial
static from empty oil cans and the corpses of crushed cars leaking dream fluid from cotton
eyes phallic entry of pay phone coins - millenial love spinal poems dug out of rail road dirt -
the iron cross tattooed on a trailor house - hauntingly beautiful black rain from a sea shell -
animal exit a sense of the killer slow motion golden jungle - the urban sprawl of radioactive
aftermath - a door in the ankle of a stripper - glass corridors dissolve into skull wood from
from the living mouth of the sea - dead ponies and broken soda machines glitter of lights from
across the road - she slips through the bowed head of a needle and spreads her cu*nt to the
dark Clepto Willie - cosmic bladder in the torn madness of thunder - scorpians in the new city
of fallen stars - terminus of a tunnel making the bone into a black door of suicide peep shows
- circles of rain to stop smell breathing in the pipes of ripped flesh - the possibility of normal
crime a woman in a shoe box counting coins - o silence for him the storm across the void -
incadescent flesh trapped inside history - egg shells white flickers of trash cans.
( End of part 2 )
Part 3 )
Night torn smell from the filter of the body - I want all of you puking on the creeps - toward
the horizon the mystery of junkyards - into the world I came from a mountain - a flame for a
city - my belly a dream maze - metallic gown through the windows night grime a center of
noise - wanker vibe translated into self portraits of carnival light - the kidnapped smell of a
woman - animals on their knees tucked into the roar of the universe - the center of time a
truth has limits and dies - swarms of wild horses in a forgotten chrome scape of sculpted teeth
and river bone extinction - through the light of hideous secret I come to you - sauntering into
the distorted worm of dreams -
I lift any sentence to compile a political outline of you - a body of sleep you don't remember
for the sake of ease - like love a raised finger who I was or am or needed to be to find the
center of the nerve - the birth fluid brackishness I crawled into the earths vagina this sex
through scum and world of criminal psychology - crimson body like a jewel in the tower of
hush and black beautific sorrow - I come through storm to you - in my bed a dangerous bony
reality with a throat of filtered story for the element of a verb where nothing will ever change
and no one will ever arrive -
downward she's fu*cking the black dreams tiptoe into the fetus of ash lip thieves - the
misplaced flow in a garage of punk amber abused and modified distorted skin - through the
disection and the heavy sigh I come to you - flinging off my verbs and non-existing words 32
ways of saying starry south a cu*nt my cu*nt I live in the sun fade counting the ways of my
time with you - only her eyes oh well the true crime of the sound of metal and yet, a monster
slum under we travel the belly stem of the fifth floor - crawling out of 9/11 you are the only
thing I am working my way towards sorrow sorrow the mass of beauty how life comes to you
hammer and knives - saw and sky - edges of an umbrella my new twisted bizarre black boots
- faces of the triple light and cold pulled up his pants - you touch from frayed jacket cracked
pavements sharp fish soccer scores - the rotting paneless cafe -
( End of part 3 )
( Excerpts from my book " The World Begins at This Dead End " written seven years ago in
2002 )
bathroom stall -
out the door - through an alley - out the door - and repeat -
and repeat -
if only you knew - near twilight - the jack pines are listening -
No dilaudeds - no nothing -
Its war -
In Wisconsin - in winter -
( Scraps ) - repeat -
this is the room where they won't remember you long after your gone
it takes a poet to hold all the faces that have fallen under in they're brain
the rest is, Oh yeah, what ever happened to them?
what the fu*ck do you think?
I think I'll go find my freinds, the fallen under, the come and gone, and we will start our own
room and drink sacred wine and tell the scared tale and never repeat the same line twice and
never believe in goodness or silencing our desire
eternal thing
I give you a real collapse.
where ocean I couldn't hold
and there of me was nothing
left but the hurt gash
cut a swathe through the night
telling me all about it
( There is a fire on the road )
planes going down
no moment that I can reach you
through television when Karma is solitary
water holds
the pain
that levels the mind.
( more from " The world Begins at this Dead End " ) 2002
my ash - my ruins -
merely breathe -
take your tongue and apply it at the pit and root of my as*s -
( mad house magicians ) Gretta has taken off all her clothes -
bruised moon -
life in me is so desperate - need a shot - ( who loves this ( way ) like anchor ) - the dream
needed more - not total where I am - can't this go further - am I out as much as the world will
allow - ( totem ) rising through the substrata - elusive lag - ( tired ) - that was the thing I
meant to tell you - when all my words were gone - the quivering loss I held in front of me -
barely a thing of youth to miss like the fallen light of day through a glass - time fails again - in
ways we can be sure of - don't under mine the fast work hate can do -
it has done to me -
in the fashion of a tide eating the earth -
more parcels of who you are -
gone to the dream of isolation -
( car wont start ) - put your hand across my face - detail ( details ) - sending across the...
and it... I will be stood against... rearview... bounded by... this thin tide...
granular hunger -
emotion curved -
start again -
( what will I bring you ) - counted removing and this and this ( then.... ) it's the one man
dance - midwest - partial sky –
the floor didn't come in - through - not to think where ( stop ) - fawn the color of light - cross
doors hallways to spare change junkie mattress ( toilet paper stars ) texico stations - on knees
in blue riding the fundament -
fundament rides out to the puncture where you are -
wrapped in the elements -
these tiny elements being scared of people a river of war - won't develop - dead, could I love
you? - sold to the system - we are again without eyes: enter the hospital - in my own room
swears the beautiful body - take them to the insect emptiness - I will never see you flat as a
figure -
soldiers light disk I exclude stay away hijacked the appearence split in two –
From " Door Dogs: Asleep in the park - Track Lost - 1985 " written 8 years ago in 2001
( Bogomolets ) isolation in panama - look of my arm - rape in Italy - eyes get poorer -
empathy - bone and spare - not a dime for the jade drains - injection of stone - junk - this is
more than a habit we're kicking - keys to Denmark - bathroom stall - courtyard littered -
across wooden stairway - sitting in a corner - the mushache doctor with his morphine - a
dream - Tangiers - Bronx alley - my mouth is full - midnight - filthy streets a foot deep -
Morrocco bay -
Oil burner - beat up - rustling - a little back - water - ghost town - I was there - other side of
the wall - dark revolver - price road - the white snow drifts - Kafka - smoking crack in the tent
bars - waistband - cu*nt - old barbed wire entanglements - underground - forgotten work
room - a memoir - visionary - haunting journey into the square of Berlin - quarter past twelve
- the answers are here - aristocrat - landlady - bathing in a twilight haze ( dirty bathtub ).
from: " Red German Dress: Persian Code - Metro system ' 1977 " ( written 2001 )
I'm going to sleep - on the corner - a purpose opens a door - and waves me in - focal point of
the room - cheap musky - ciggarette smoke - the remains of coal - door hanging off - I won't
appear - the girl is a vigarous performer - ti*ts tattooed - scratched - concentration camp
numbers - she has a vagina that can clasp you - like fore-finger and thumb - the scene where
I sleep walk - Russian - Ward's orbit - battened the hatches down - waiting for things to blow
over - febuary - fu*cking christ -
black and white - public grill - my fist up your snatch on a west bound passanger train -
the lights ahead - thinning - wh*ores - flog themselves down fleet street - ganja -
corridors of the nervous johns - Queensway in December - off toward Wardour street -
Veronica and her battered suitcase on the lonely tram - through the south of ( Berlin ) -
Porchester Road - two cinematic wh*ores in a bar - flemish tattooes - lots of ankle - the last
vestiges of dope and punch in the bathroom - Bus station - Geneva - before the war +.
Excerpt from my book " The Orson Wells Monkey Chamber of Sleep " ( 2005 )
( find the skin angry wound seething / tween Chinatown subway station every John and mick
gets a cold blue ) before what is ahead of you turns into what is behind you go find her and
tell her everything if it means treason and countries exposed there's no price that isn't worth
paying - then comes morning - what do I do with that - a place for everything but theres not
enough room - go back to sleep - tell them I'm not here - I've already gone - and murder is a
good alabi last night between 12 and 2 - a prosty down by the docks - ( lifes infinate mystery
solved ) a dead girls as*shole had the proud smile of a god - fu*ck spread poison from
unwashed mouth mule bast*ard who took 13 hours to reach the promised land - stories to tell
- how a man must die to learn to love - how two decades have passed and I'm just as bored
as when I lay paralyzed in my crib - this is the last effort - past the ditches of all retreats -
stand still -
whiff of heroine -
junky jazz -
charcoal landscapes -
no deadwinter Chicago -
no 1942 -
as you evolve -
In Paris - after hours jazz bar - (no, that was Yonkers, my childhood love buying me shots) -
puke out red -
my brain a fuzz -
empty apartment -
on the outskirts -
Her saggy Breasts - oddball stories - rift in the darkness - near the end - my co*ck - strangled
- bells of some distant harbor - black berry bushes - above the cu*nt - suspended - miserbly -
body of escape - language in her belly - her dead and warm - fed me her sex - cold winds -
sucking the pri*ck of a man - Parisian garden - some stupid body - more dangerous - my
vagina - my thumbs - innaminate bone - wiping sp*erm off her kissed red tw*at - I say
anything - to beleive.
when we nailed the body up
ipso facto
it screams infant red
while all the dresses are ruined
go
twisted sa*ck
new year city sprawl
every inch of blade / no habits to inform
I clean them well
those small brea*sts
you see I met this the other night - ( a picture of God ) - notebook but I forgot the idea -
mess of the sciences that measure -
aspect of sentence
sexual leaning subterfuge
plural night ( mare ) that red field ( mare ) nor Mary -
instantaneous
I could do myself in the ears -
clarity
sentence anything linguistic apart from de Sade
a birds conceptual balls
locating the delerium
not so far
bleeding on beaches
into bars
scream against my skin
the tire swing hallucinated violent love
ditch - off lane -
cringed by affection in door ways
fall out of nuclear winds subsumed across elongated landscapes
is it happening to you?
bedtime stories in the pool
shot into empty metaphor
come bury me in sex where you meet me beneath the wave [ white elephant ]
eyes immaculate
walk into my bones tired of the system of the world
and be done with me when you are done
torturing the phrase to turn out events
here goes:
down creeping white turn left to television screen.
Is there wind?
Is there?
a saturation of myself.
he left the parking lot
was there a sky?
driving home was adolescent
it's that time of the month
here is a suitcase,
here is a hunger,
alternative chicks mime the old, foe hawks and barbituates,
my grandmother will die
when I drive the north the roads will be white
there will be no home on the earth and the cold will eat beneath my nails,
this is the lake me and jimmy skated,
there is the wood,
telephone wires, danbury video store,
gary drank too much,
Doing things.
Does this enter after me
for sleep and abuse
pine truck hauls lumber across the highway
any motel
while I lick you ear
there are some who think love consist in building the perfect man
head to toe
the irony in that is it is one imperfection trying to perfect another
marxist orphans
sad white house full of chicago bravado
orators well spoken for cookie and milk americans
but the truth is, there is no truth,
our government hates us, they laugh at our raw hearts,
unemployment checks and a shovel for the nazi gas ovens
That's a voice / listen: really / from the fields was that you? / grasp the table lamp /
my dear hatfield and McCoy / the flame of the body not now grow inside to bursting points /
they will tell you this and this and then look /
thin snow and the belted girl with a hoop in her lip / to kiss a pain that thick
is like bleeding a scar / we want no more of that / then again if your awful to me /
and place you're blistered fingertips against my eyelids / I might give in /
oh isn't this – like some soft mellow kiss busting the nerve /
in street grime – there is some letter sent by louise from Baltimore who is marrying some
tiger again /
if I really doubted God I'd pray for the dressed out trailer trash sky to never go dark /
if you love me – pi*ss in my mouth / when I was a child I envied normal /
now how many years does that take / am I too forward? /
this while I know there's not a voice in the hall ( unchecked )
In times like this / reach out I'm overboard / now a nightly companion stowed away /
I regarded you as the sort of laughter one forgets /
when the snow is through I'm through too /
making my transmission / now the light is a black sun /
dialing reverb /
are you wearing blue beneath your jeans? /
after the rain and your pu*ssy smells like a rose garden drenched in sweat /
too much riding trains /
too much afterglow all alone /
isn't it (not) any bar girl punk pierce / guitar no drinks /
cum eyes / holy chair where I read you're stare /
fluorescent maggy / this is hell / I'm never alright /
watch the door / here come the london riot gear /
eye (red) balance sheet highway [ crying ] rusted mailbox /
and pills spilled on the motel bed /
we're all destined to die / midnight to america / you're dreams are my dreams /
Jack Kerouac now I know you're terror / only men fall this low /
I'm not a man / but I'm falling beneath the globe /
And to that fear I say sleep / in a double bed by the early dawn / where we keep our secrets
in a drawer / if all they can do is shoot us before we talk / we have won /
there is a word we know and it does not need to be said to be true /
that word is love / and grows between us like a tree from the center of our stomach /
that long fateful walk along the sea / bullets are born in shells / but the sad part of our story
is that they calculated this walk along the shore / texico stations years ago and Greg Brown
and you, you're mexican skirt a song between us and the gas pumps / “ I wish I were a star “
she said,
“ because I'm no good at feeling sad, “ we know it's true / fence along fields that used to be
free...
total rest
one body
it happened and we were dumb
that got ruined on ice
future left
radio hummed
el camino's burgandy light
the beer fist of that waving girl
asphalt dreams
and hung over dog traps
you can't dream that kind of cadence
check the hem of your skirt before you start slinging mud
or marry me trailer dog
this kiss couple of crap stars of the honda hotel...
Fade...
and then simmer...
This Book is a work of fiction. The author has taken certain liberties with rather extreme and
offensive and at times racial stereotyping, the author himself does not hold these views
personally, and would like to apologize in advance for any offense that might be taken.
Creativity has no limits, but as artists we must be sensitive to other people’s feelings.
“ Lesbian French “
© 2007 - 2009
Dedicated to: Dr. Marc Lengfield, Theresa Bailey, Alison, (-B. Tripplett,) C. Plumay, and of
course, Clara Bow.
And To my missing Grandmother, Mary Lou Diaz, artist, painter, writer, And mother.