Replenish This Shit

Calibrate my finger against swords, the splints of ancient wheat harvests found under an ice bound locker. Measure out and demyth the source of my fragile figurehead, its screaming eye. Flames. Bursting satellites extinguish my need to rove, to surveill frames. Frames distinguish one apart from the catalog of catalogs, the book of books, chariot please of hope chariots. Susan, turn, replenished, to your dark sense of right. Should you hunger, should you shatter from here reenergized, remember that to establish a dependency is quite nice nice to have. Chop. Deliver chops promptly; eat us for we would fill instead. Deliver filled stuff, husks. Deliver even a small dent dented by the hammerforce. Deliver dry ice. Deliver dry ice. Deliver some dry ice. Deliver even dry cock ice dust. Remaindered ice is ice delivered.

Cave, Or Cathedral

Each piece of glass aligned; an orb
increased in size and heat. I had to

hold the golden pole until I crushed
through the marble hallway into

some dank chasm shadowed by capes
of anxiety and clothed sleekly in the

new room's mists. Twelve jewels were locked
into a front of doors that shivered loose

from their posts and reconfigured strangely
into the jeweled ram's head effete with lamps.

Food now haunted the diamond-studded halls, the rooms
geodes of mutton. A sparkling whole chicken suspended

from a gold chain. I had to decode with a monocle
how the pointed pillar became a door to a clandestine

hall, then a rotunda with a glistening roast.

Triple Fenestra

Into wood and doubled glass there is a vision
the red side of the house the side of running flesh
I am not given the air only the white shit and red wood

The slope of the roof holds one single leaf this house
an overgrown branch a moire that questions the sole leaf
What color is it that's so beautiful on the roof like white soil

The house over there has one big white eye a darker one
two power lines across a face another to elongate the roof
In every opening imagine a body fitted to candlelight

+ Shadowmouth

the Rept-shart reptilian
took a dripping chomp

like a chariot falling in the forest
the woods were made for
a golden statue around me

death's presence
pale jewel

I looked at her and I saw her
blizzards and floods
like a chain a child, with a tree
behind him

I took the Rept-shart like a chariot
the woods were
a golden death's pale

I looked at her blizzards
like a chain behind him

A dripping Rept-shart
falling in the woods.

Were a statue around,
Death's jewel,
her and a child him

Light Dark

Set up my angle anal annual
Now love Trunk.

Vales

Beef ponies prance
upon. My joy plateau
ends up here. Here, hear
this sound. Last
names suggest feelings or
grassroots. Because smells
are pricy, you trust my
instinct about the painting
club. Fracture my leg over
Thanksgiving without mercy.
Hope for me that I can
cross that conclusion with
a sharp hot dog sound.

What?! I Got No Game Now?

My little inquiry pony
registered largely for
dining inside the
dining-car. Manhattan,
you Zappa. Begin stroking
railroad raspberries, or
cracking loudly the cracked
gourd. Now go now from
here. Swiftly, you ascend
and erupt toward the
sleeping compartment.

My daddy was never
trapping other bobcats
but he saw, serously
fucked, other coyotes.
Then Kings descend narrow
gauges with arrows, hovering
below the net of stalkings,
paintings, waves. Then were
there Princes above rocks
and above everyone else whereupon
ounces settled heavily. And
Rose of Rose, steepled
and dappled, falling inside,
between. Bricks of French
mortar, haroset, beer is
liquid so Yahweh liquifies
seas. Elohim.

Phallic Vagina

Shakra anxiety sets dark
facets, rivulets on power
chambers. Intentional
magnets, an overwhelming
log of art in oldish settings,
a laughter without breath,
oldish magnates' triangular
severance, a bequeathed
understanding for greenish
woman.

Switchblade Freddy Always Magically Envelops Blackness

When I'm thinking horny, I
never spew the disguises
of my brain's history.
Together never took a
break from work when Dad
took everyone's soul. O! Dad,
you understand nothing about
Freddy. Knives dull Freddy's
marginal understanding. Whilst
they rambled they also
worked with blackness like
we wept mistakenly when
Daddy cried brightness
into Fluffy's wretched
coeur. Therefore Freddy
continues falling while marriage
tumbles quietlly, blankly,
diarrhealy into tomorrow's heft.

Fath Ruffans

Delicate borders
surround Atlantic coastways,
foaming, writhing, and
frothing. She, Nature,
was once pregnant too.
Unfortunately, jagged instruments
pummeled her softly, killing
Baby's face. Vulnerable
was the time when Fath was
loved. It occurred to Fath
that life fails miserably
even when wings
shatter our fantasies.
Help, pray for sudden
tidal recognition.
It bares fertile scrutiny,
the rolling thunder
of recognition, my
insignificant perception
underscores vision today.
Let freedom do
smiling moves on your
chains; it behooves
us to start remembering
eyes of Tiger Ruffans.

Master Shimmy Pants Journey

Daring monsters torture
squirrels, shimmy trees pollenate
my diurnal circumference.
Tonight the quiet lovers
make vests. They make coverlets
upon the chandeliers. Roses
know secret locations ], even
where Kennedy Jr. died
under dreams of firmament.
His pants love delusional
tweed overalls because.
Don't even stop stalking;
think after me in tomorrow's
day's night of wonder.
Despite violence here
slaughters green hatred,
by annihilating sex against
nipples. Sex shouldn't
fear the annihilation zone.

Triad Forum (Chirag)

Eleven fresh diabetics are
falling awake because their
assholes are expanding exponentially
which keeps their viscocities
cookin', really. Let's find
some new television-ass. These
pretzels weren't that boring.
A infinite pile of dirt awakens
infinite awakenings' children
who valiantly decipher what
truth can be!

So, Stephanie, Oriental knights
activate kingly Decepticons
within, but their wounds
shall enshroud and coalesce
into some children.

Please stop sending
letters and the children.

Freshness Determines Feelings

Expirations dates never say
Uncle Hans until July rots
away. July! The amazing
month of unanticipated
Jubilee! July cannot handle
rattlesnake treasons. However,
mabye rattlesnakes can sense
July!

Gigantic American Pornographic Baseball Scissors

Haven't we filmed this scene
before? No, we only hallucinated
it. Let's tattle-tale
nudely on Adirondack
bear cubs.

'Big shit today is good.'

Big shit today is good.
In my life, my feet smell
like shit or rather sweet
popcorn. Don't move away
becasue I am confused by
several things, for instance
your light beacon. Tonight
I finished restless watch
over the lighthouses. O!
flashlight vanity cradle. Every
salvation woulds previous
cats but they outlive me.
Shining eye in fantastic
spirals is great victory
for everyone and even their
squids. Canyon of thoughts
& my interpretations of this
night love like
smooth button on everyone.
I activate my huntsmen
annually. He and my insides
greet his children nightly.
Combo glance towards scary
results and planets scary
trajectories of gravitational
urge.

'Huge balls fire inside'

Huge balls fire inside
my garden metropolis
of dogwoods. Heavenly orbs
rattle my bag firmly against
other hips. Scarface Jones
& Mr. Biggle's Opus. Snouty
comments on my fetishist paper
separately from great places
for redemption. Forget your
mother's son because he is
vain before this song of mirrors.
Fuck all Jews now or live never
or die again or die alone again
and forever

Nelly Furtado, Could You Come Bi?

Twiddle tonight's erect
members' beginnings. Thumbs
up, bitch. Guess who's
coming in my dinner. Stuff
gets sticky when I collide
with Furtado. I touch
via manually using,
manipulating pedals. Sing
through your pain from
Daddy. O God on sheets.
Fondle this
intrepid single Furtado.
Regret only this final
thought: Hello, my
little darlin' jelly. I
scream at what I'm writing
because I know what it
is bringing to the table.

Breathing Around Glass Reflections of the Question

Saddle up my cockmaster friend
while I clean popcorn my
hams apologize again for what?
Joyride into a center of
mercy communion. /Petal is
luminous. Lace panties envelop
brain tissue connects and
methinks I should swell
or orb

-Rick Desires, P.I.

HeroGlyphs

The kinfolk are on the shelf
Passover, the blackest fudge

Mole skull
That purse sounds like a chain
ghost. Time to see lawns,

Moon rat
time-force lawns

I'd want to battle her
Moon chowder

quietly, like Elijah,
on the table.

HeroGlyphs

The kinfolk are on the shelf.
Passover, the blackest fudge.
Mole skull.
That purse sounds like a chain ghost.

Time to see lawns,
Moon Rat, Time-Force Lawns.

I'd want to battle her
Moon Chowder
quietly, like Elijah.

Tittles

THE SECURITY GUARD IS WELCOMED INTO YOUR HOUSE
BATMAN IN THE PINE-WOODS
SUBTLE DRAPERY
HUSH-TONES



I never remember my father in the pine-
woods, reclaiming youth.

Goblets

What of our regret in the wilderness?
My sense of celebration intensifies

the heat of loss in the woods. Forgive
me for floating my cat over the ice to you.

The dim vista enlarges to encompass
the room, as the woods grow to enshroud

a family house. A grove, completely frozen.
I’m engorging at the thought of the mountain.

The tranquil groin of the cat
mole skull
that purse sounds like a chain ghost
cups of wine
all the ballrooms are haunted
heart-ugly
testicles debriefing chains
glamour, omipresence
the act of phoning
silent orbs
unveiling

The Event She Ceded Into A Clue

In the black canon a father has been mutilated.

It's amazing how a cat breaks down into science
Your paw is going out.

She's a good huntress, sleeker
a blintz collection

Everyone preserves something
inside something else.

Huge nugs erupting from my grinder,
I have some mommy pangs.

A fat orb
in the space
between two hearts.

Messages for everyone

Thinking about coffins,
my watch was almost blown off.

Somewhere In Our Brains We Have A Music That Accompanies Presence

It’s amazing, like music from prison
somewhere in our brains we have a music that accompanies presence.

music is telling us something
we share a weakness
a light wound in the shoulders

to call myself dark man
I think it brings something on me
the city of wind
someone else said it,
the omen
infiltrate your heart

The homes came up from the shocks
like you had slid a mask over
smelted a lodestone
from the

there must be some place
a significant pond, an abyss

it’s kind of like hearsay

and later in a pit of gas
the names became words

take a message from my eyes
we moved over the water

looking into the forest for the oracle
the forest opens up
faceted diamonds

we have the potential to murder a hound

the dace are in the river
longer, as if our hands were oarsmen’s

Blister In The Forest

We are the first
between the trees

a bayonet and the sound
of foxes that move together

hands in a room,
where the furniture is turned into

I fit fur into an urn
arcade in the vulture garden

the facts of vision
colder formations

suspend in glass
two wives

to devestate Tennessee's lights
seven bridges span the river

Prenaissance

I dreamt that you were in the mirror last night.
In the morning,
all of my bejeweled cloaks,
my saber clothed.

Two women
wore necklaces
two small dogs

let’s enter this jewelry shop
it is the house next to the theater

Lightning struck outside our houses
and we had dreams of our fathers
there was a legacy of fathers
leathern chests
You have reached the dream of your father
the pure white wall
the lodestone
the dagger also proves a death

I Remember The Sight With The Word

Teeth and glasses
If a man sees another man with a beard there is some fear there
I want to do something to your eyes
hold the hand like a mother

I mailed myself
to the darkness.

The cat turns into

dropped that snake
on its face

Offer us a champagne bath
whose ghosts are still.


The crossings
the look of cities

freaked up
tremendous
Twin Peaks fantasies

Disappearing Act
Make his blood dance
stab himself

the modern coastline
ripe with wind


Sweet Skull
some people are worth gold

You saw a DILF
downward squid
tentacles seeing DILF
must analyze DILF
a ritual with the lights out

I'm on the phone with God
circling you in my car

Pink bones
tailored after
Dragonforce
death-defying

Take freedom to the car

I made eye contact
with his pentagram
ring

These Mahogany Interiors

They’re going to love these
elegant frames

Sisters, youth

I am fascinating in the woods
this perception of the woods
genesis
The shock of life’s woods
in the vestibule the thought
smaller than a forest

Be a guest to this movie
Wind pageant

Model Positions
We'll wait until you're ravenous

Total Nemesis

Arch nemesis
Trust figures

Carpal tunnel Nemesis

Glass sides of
Ghost rider in the sky

What happens to the things
the dead leave behind?

His face is in the streets

DONE ARE YOUR PREVIOUS
BLOOD INCIDENTS

GORGE OF MY CHILD, NOW
ERUPT MY OLDEST TEAR.

I know a code. Ghettofresh, face me. Shemale, mod-turbo. Is a flash. Undertaker, suggestion. What if I’m harmless, but really a dead xd, a clan? Green persons? People are dying becaue of /block23069960.

MFA Cave/Claw (Glas)

He is blood thirsty
It's weird
collateral damage

The digital image and
the signature

bloodthirsty looks
hands praying in the
floorboards. This wood
is especially demolished where you
would walk. Everything looks
like a child-jungle.

If someone else. I
want to say simple things,
stay in the caves

I Lost you in the Forest

No Sleep No Sleep Ever

In the sleepy sandwichlike pillow, I drank from your hooded sandwichface.
Drank salty tears of dread locks. Giant squid have salty beaks like fingernails, sandwiches.
Suckers, yes, make ploppy contact with your face. My tushy squeaks loudly underwater when
the poison sound fires, I float ahead like steam milkshakes. Giant Man. Heaving softly
within deep silencewater. Combo-fart me. Combine lamps with this lamp and shove them around your face, like squash when squash gets old. You're cute, saladmaker! Hey, Cambio, take me into other sleepsandwiches. Never netflix the seesaw; it's fat enough so we can't ever sit there smack. Asses quitting the race, never win with pleasure unto darkness.

POO B.A.L.L.S. (Winslow, Giffin, Cohen)

Passion fish, the prison of intentional misuse,
shake well, listen for agitator. Fine point,
reach of children, yet what correction knifed
a lot in Corinth? Tamper-less discounts for us,
again. Headlessnesses now loading contain tanned
millions. Marital intercourse must be tiring,
or the wife's precious garments squelch.

My number is Sistermouth. My rank is: Yours alone.
Combat me among perfect distnctnesses and presume
certain quantities of pain. Jewish-Christian
personal pan pizza. Garnishmy boobada with
appeals to sex. The shape of jazz to particulate.
Don't flatter yourself, I was looking at yo ur friend.

Lawrence Giffin
Northampton, MA
Jan. 25, 2005


Later on, a wizard
popped by nudely
masculine facemask

demansk

juicy forme
in form e
of crush
of in-built dick-pouch
seminal
quiet tiger
bidual
visual cat
weed makes me shitty
become above dancing
until you are in it outlive the giver
it felt like the bear was breathing
a hole in the bear
the bear insid e the bear stonehenge

Avance de l'histoire

Smarter than owl
turn into wine

Were you stabbed in the future?

Senators

Gold is growing up
her chest

it's getting dark so

Tear-away suits into the ocean

Light Recovery

Vanish. When snow hits the pavement it's smooth;
cool looks build little cubicles for us to move around in.
Every mountain builds little extra pockets of acreage,
the squirrels hulking, their cocks like the last husks of corn,
leaving rice that we use to cover ourselves over with. The room
is XDV6; there's wood in all the cardinal directions.

D207026 Vladimir Zhvyvniev

D207026 Vladimir Zhvyvniev, there are operatives and the masks that they wear. Behave, the streets would crawl up around you like matresses. Every dog would whiten, decorating the streets. Mists, then the trick of hordes.

The Shattering Traveling By Water

‘The ankh is a masonic vessel’ “We are building
strength and transparency’ RIBBI ZADOK

‘Tiger phantom’ ‘These are the eyes I want you
to remember’ ‘God is in your suit’ ‘Your

body, where the collage was’ RABBAN JOHANAN
BEN ZAKKAI ‘The acres, a giant pressing

feeling’ ‘You die again when you see yourself
dead’ ‘What it really says inside the flag’


‘Giant hearts in a green flame’ ‘A silhouetted
chest uncovers the shape of its breathing’

RABBI ‘They destroy them’ ‘Dapper winds’
‘We begin to have facts of vision’ ‘The

silent act of calling’ ‘They’re making me a glove
and an ankh in mist’ ‘It feels like crushing

bones’ ‘Big squirrels’ ‘Some of the structures
are tucked in the trees’ RABBAN GAMALIEL

Look At This Talon (I Want To Talk To You)

We moved the doors into the house and they
shook like fur, like they had given up on light.

My chest moved past scenery, into feathers;
nothing had ever felt so waterproof. The frame

of the lightest carriage.
We opened our mouths
and steam came out, into the trees.

Flat Briss

The screens fall to reveal looms. I would have used a loom, silent act of calling. Dapper winds. The glass would shatter but hold its shape.

This is about Shabbat; tonight we're going to finish. Brad, I bet your skull is perfect. Dip into light, Glass--take control of your coffin.

Western soul, craving you to the inside,
never would have spoken, pulled across the ocean,
crushed in an airplane.

WILLOWS or FIRE IN HOUSES

I like to have time to myself,
when the fire moves me.
Beyond the willows lies nothing
but mischief and wrongdoing.



DONKEY IS BEAUTIFUL

When I look at the donkey,
there is a little beauty. Three times.
Buxom, extra legs are pretty on me.
On buildings, I draw conclusions
about being a landmark, donkey.



IT’S COMING

When little things shake, you cry.
When faces get heavy, or full, it’s time.
I cover this place, this field, with grey fields,
on custom. Lightly, with fingers, we’ll carry
this back towards something, like stones.
We’ll gather things nightly, one night soon.



KEEPING SAFE BY DAY

Softly, we run among the wildfowl.
Weird, it’s common. In some countries,
we might sleep by day; however, across this place,
the birds are sad, nocturnal creatures. They harvest
the nests, underneath stones sometimes.



THE FIRST ARMCHAIR, or WRENCH

The only time I took a bath,
I stunk. Never have I stunk since.

JEOPARDY or WHEEL OF FORTUNE?

Personally, I can’t mistake Jeopardy for
Wheel of Fortune.



WHEELBARROWS OF GOLD

I am running towards nothing; I cry heavingly.
Nightly, language calls about wheelbarrows.
When it calls, I surge, cradle myself like a blue baby,
go to a bill store, purchase tiny bills, make bills from creation today,
tomorrow, tear aforementioned bills from nests worldwide.
Smelly bills float better in smelly sand or wax or swings.
I jump to jiggle; I scrape the box of shoes.
I tackle like a fox, a crowd.

What I Configure Into Icons Into Hay

BLAIR ROUSE 'This mansion is what we do' AUDREY FLANDERS 'Crystal by crystal' 'pass through the hearts' NICK CARBERRY 'You cathedrals' DOUG LOSEY 'The paths that things could take by night' AMANDA LAWSON 'At night a body obstructed a body' 'written apart' JACKIE SMITH 'Twelve originals and seven lights' ABDULLAH WAHEED 'I can now range signs' 'over a field' JORDAN PARKS 'I configured a box over the gift of home'

Vases of Pee Pee

Girl who wants her
head blown off,
a pig’s nose
they’re all made
out of cotton

Tip My Wiener

Pee-pee! I pee pee
each hour, on little
things. Tip my
wiener onto you.

Miscommunications,
Sounds from the arts

I locked the doors
when I saw the
man masturbating.
Lower the bed

the parameters of the bed

nothing happens
after C-Murder

little cups kill you w/
love
flattening kids
pleasant bladders
ultimate holds
gestalt nuke
setting hint
in a world...
Haunt Little
the cut or the the
treatment
evacuation of
circumstance of exile
collab report
power down
Queer
when cotton wasn’t home
one day
you turned into a greyhound
large duel
come on, let your
gun sugar
thirsty feelings
come on feel the noise
community
You. Get down.
Check weapons
our bigs are
different
doom phrase
charm of the rubble
skilled at night
the reinforced letter
scorpion
I had a dream I
filled my tank
say the old thing
newly
I’m trying to grow
back





Pavaratti flash
sonic
blitzkreig of sound
our hordes dancing
fang
I can’t dance like an
awesome black man
it would terrify me
to try primal
bed
hair saddle
notebook was a
siddur
plasma screen
covered with
fake
seaweed
Mara: the female
sea
where’s my fucking
heart?
gestalt image
how to drape
language
I can write with
a true beauty
got tight, wetter
than
my name is Tokyo
Tokyo, home of
that’s egocentric,
sing to the
save twilight
print on graph paper
primus songs
Rock & Roll Dad
Kill You
Pose Dancing
Deep Asshole
a little softshoe
Saturday Morning
Cartoon
I’m still absorbing.
A man’s game–Back-
gammon

I stare at
cadavers all day?
SHEER MADNESS
when you are
twelve, and the
tears start
coming
Little Coffin
theramin
blue moon
then the imagination
of warmth
I would have my
arm snapped off
for you
let’s bash each others’
skulls/skills
something inside that
wants to grunt
collage
of large dorms
rich girl, better
chance of beauty
quiet yourself

study of
sound
lightning is a curse;
tonight is a start
Bride Beautiful
this
let’s make it
work
the lost sound of
the musical saw

faint and
urinating
I throw vegetarians
down the stairs
keeping Sir Mix-A-Lot
alive
question card
dark
I have dreams
of males
Larry Hosford
I’m like a
fantasy on
lightning
I’ve never fell.
to the heartland of the
winter
past telling
you’ve got to
be ready to be hot
have yourself brainwashed
American
elegant
mortgage
vehicle of magical
obsesses, magical
you
what blings
live at the gym,
the ranch-house
the ranch house
feeling good
about feeling bad

What I Configure Into Icons Into Hay

A demonstration of surfaces and bodies becoming even smaller
Walls hug the ground like a fog
Altogether, these were twelve kings
pointed iron daggers without number

Lauren Goodman, Famous Americans

Fix a town
Boost up to a statue

The preservation of sound
an event recorded into a box

The benificent right side of men
You are a Popple

Square plain, the triangular plain
Trees need to learn how to make heat
or drink ice.

For the first half of the trainride
You are a forest
It has to stay hot

Little ribs, we are a phoning to each other
That's the rat hindquarter
Letter is the inverse of breath

I'm going to kill you tonight
A hatcheting blow
Conussive defense

Little Fists That You Can't Deflect

I hid my voice behind the senses
This is drama
What's one more regret?
Don't worry about your arm and your leg. No one will notice your arm and your leg
Change that mind
I'll turn my hands into wilderness
It goes inside his dream and destroys it

Modern Dark

'Wade into distance, into a miniature you.'
'I think of a century, build a sqirrel with 9/11 tears.'

Little Giblets of Gold

I'll possess you
Down to the wolf
Spun to alter ego & cessna plane

Coat
Pantheon of the new voice

Treble time
Apparition
Triptych
Lauren Goodman
Famous Americans
The silhouettes are pulsing
Priest

Lines for the People

Claymation
it’s 12:35 at night,
I could light myself on fire and no one would notice
dog is to puppy
hump a lot of hookers in their 40s (and 50s, to be fair)
I managed to come loudly at aardvark
they did it and their faces changed
the single gesture
old ways of telling
A giant abandoned baby
a joke, dead on arrival
I hate fantasy space
protest to a monster
the geometry of salsa
I passed a plate of limes to James Tate; he had the meatball sandwich
craft has to be written
the want that makes him lean
pride healing up the truth
like dating fears,
to my muse.
I like you, little bear
doesn’t that sound like the end of xmas?
I like you, little bear that popped.
Some lake, the most easterly
Climbing up stones while milking my cow
udders belong above the ground
I can’t read or write
found the
I just don’t want to be an object any longer
it’d be my tomb
because he’s a priest, like the song
hold your hand over your head, look at your elbow, tap it, and say ‘run to this’
play dead on a sidewalk
voicist
chomp chomp chomp like a little brontosaurus
there’s fear in the kitchen, something you fear
monterrey jack from chip ‘n’ dale’s rescue rangers
cartoon mouses eyeball missing
work camps are grocery stores
bomb the fruit
yellow starfruit
the summers at skinny camp
sickly man magazine
last specific time remembered
exact time everything happened
coach loudermilk
number system for verbs
86 all the verbs
old people die
replace sexual verbs with laundry terms
exposed meat
commercials for money
favorite thing to do is stop
hunt buffalo
I refuse powerchord, scared of it
stay away from these rocks, you’d be a walking disaster
my word on the tablature
a fatal car crash
my AIDS test is flawless
cliche the atmosphere
fish man
I dare you to have sex with the president and enjoy it
bobsled for love
close to someone’s face
the most complicated literary term
declare my pencil, other objects
turning your hair up behind your ears, like horns
the cover of the book, your face
and now the head butt
I’ve smoked six bowls and can’t tell you what you love
do you ever look into someone’s shirt and see thirty years into the future?
Pride healing up the truth
like dating fears,
to my muse.
Bring up reincarnations
after a couple of beers
Nuclear light patient
quote a big box in your lifetime
to let the last life off the hook
I think I’ll write
to what side is the question
push through the barrier of being stored
horn to the side
I like you, little bear
humping jeff’s temple
temple-humped
stable asshole
how do the chinese eat ice cream?
Talk show suit
died of some bullethole
library of war
silk worm
library of starts/stops
dickless wives, cockless
pay phone made of wood
damn purdy phone
moved traffic
time seems longer means the perceived time is longer while the actual time is lengthened
rambling and quick
life porn bombs handshakes appalachian music anal death hues moods bookends santa monica
gyrocoptery fatigue indeces catalogues hives oval
disappointment
electric word
slab of butter
library of codes
night show with a soldier
bring libraries on
dingoed in the head
naming ‘hush’
parsec is a parallax
gophers on a corn cob
the black hole is a filthy creature
retardification
cocaine through the nose, or blown through the ass
baking powder, burn and smoke
mexican voodoo, most righteous
clang ceremonial sword into samurai armor
two dogs make a horsey sauce
words make me cry
get my milk open
what a diorama?
what’s a battle?
Clutch cargo
the more people you can impersonate, the more disturbed you are
attractive people have the groaniest poots
if I hump anything long enough, can I make a hole in it?
If I hump something into something else, will that something make a hold in something?
Machine versus horse
technology versus horse
sneezing is a slavery gene
I vaginaed john lennon; now I’m 70
semen in an aerosol can
sighs
in saving, have something to put out
heaven of the gods
military heroism
money is a cultural retardant
you can hide merchandise; it’s totally legal
laced out
avoid a dark person who is hovering near you
steve forbert’s ‘jackrabbit slim’
treated that like smoke
realize how we’ve dressed up
no book should be worth more than $5
anything over $5 is just greedy
muck
gay day room
between holidays
poke our collective eye out
midnight error
I fireshadow well
foreshadow well
drive until we fall off the earth
turtling
wal-mart error
really anal dancer
held by one’s own hair
intermittent heart
lines outside of the quake
because we watch parodies of each other, we are the terrorists
of the overall, I 285 E or W?
The top of your street
go to medieval times
picture of me making a muscle, a profile
horticulture terminology about smoking marijuana (the terms)
hail to hail
it’s one mile before it; it’s two miles.....
All the millions of us, moving through
placebo test at a music festival
let the air fill me up like a liquid
absolutely no safety equipment in glass-blowing
I can reach to the extremes of my car
chump years
my life in the bush of ghosts
lording over everything else
seeing albums all around me
drowning in mexican spiderwebs
treeline coming closer
the part of the evening where I reveal my deepest darkest secrets
dark warlords
horse sings me to death
lying in bed and resting is 80% as restful as the soundest sleep
wage vigil
morsel
americatown
the courting process
hubristic
scream so loud the house breaks
gum-disease portion of your life
sun goes down on my acquaintances
in terms of bird’s eye view
cactus
cajun asian
that’s how english was supposed to be spuck
pink pants got a little pissed
oh gosh, we can be festive
old people always need something they don’t need
try to rewrite our pasts
oubliette
mock soundtrack
added claptrack
cartoon moving
outdoor soundtrack
bring me a toolshed, for I am hungry
ultimate dissent, teacher asking how to spell
eyes the gate to the soul, genitals, and sock
coughing the breastplate of the dragon
how lovely it must be seeing leprechauns’ penises flapping against cows’ udders
1978 is broken glass (years poem)
ron poppiel
fondle gargoyle argyle latent air hump layered toe limb lanyard body parts
silent press
beehive many hubris
squirrel tank rhinus jostle scuttle cartoon africa
write your name in russian
really pronounced cuss words
autumn is a cat screaming at my groin
charted my emotions
run together, add punctuation, make sentences, etc.
poopypants schmeckel ochre mediocre write like this call in 6 minutes 65% letter Dr. Tinkle chesnut comanche pisgah bend book review pulpit niblet minkle wax seed vendetta head bad janitor velvet apple sepia jean benet ramsey ampy trampoline winnebago
inner strife
make excuse why something doesn’t work
camel
grow food
grow hard
kind of liberace with this; do you remember why you love me now
puddle of piss edition
bad character
baby, he was talking with a lower voice like a telephone
uncountable as sand
resembles an umbrella
they laughed at us if bombs explode
directed the floodlight of his eyes to the loads
defend our heads
the orchestras were always busy
something with explosive something
song back there, step down, wyatt earp, I don’t like you anymore
motherfucker sucker on your hand
positive scale of smells
mix up the chosen
attrition and celibacy
no one is the smallest
the mouth in your car, the mouth in your kin
I’m turning into a warm spring cider
need my draw-draw juice
the single gesture
ghettofabulously witching
mimesis
no gates anymore
while balls drop down from the center of the room
this fall the temper tantrum is coming back
mock-threatening threat (as poem)
latinas the newly appointed queens of minorities
sandy vaginas of the golf course
narthax
year of the beard
year of the flask
you taste so pretty
the insult table (fable) for my house, my children
pony up press
the serengheti plains where antelopes hop
inside of trees
picture of crowds, then pictures alone
the angriest face
on this stablemend
I believe you would walk out of your house, narrating
they look like a ghost, like pork fat
singing the word forage, or ouchies
keep the icing corners for yourself
no, zapruder, I’m not your bang bang
improv play on pet stores
party with the big boys and girls over 19
fall in water, forget to swim
mulligan is a golfing term
can’t talk about newts
up the questions of territory
whos’ fucked up now
xan, lame judge, hanging in the quails, you elliott smiths
beyond lame, beyond infinity
to make the movie cel the canvas
dr. fuh, md
spell bodkin to me
watch me typing it out, typing my love
it’s very halle barry on your face
I wish I could make toast in your neck
I want to learn all of the national anthems of the main countries
just a squeeler
fancy creative
acquiring the item
convince from the inside
I refuse powerchord, scared of it
my third toe off
advancement, my dear
having your eyes in mine
I wish you were an oracle
do you think I’m magical?
You are when you glisten
tasteful to be bordering
Shattering hte light around ovaries in my basket
lesbian acts inbetween scenes
arabic beauty, thank you
I thought I looked more like an ahmish princess
fever minkle
in this witch’s brew
incredibelia, ripley believe it or not
reveal your secrets
how the aliens sound in chinese
the burpfest burpfest
barbecue blowjob
stay away from these rocks, you’d be a walking disaster
my word on the tablature
a fatal car crash
swearing is important
lipstick
hunt buffalo
procrastination is thinking about baseball during sex
milk is the same in every language
my birthday is the five of pi
botany
it could have been anyone and it was you
israel’s national anthem seems important, but lost
what happened to wind
did people freeze together during the civil war? If so, why?
outside on a hammock, stoned, reading vanity fair
make smoke to meet yours, cleaning my hands
you don’t know what people’s hands are doing in photography
fuck you, my friend, and I’m going back to bed
next to the milkshake machine, there is a flashlight
you’re dumb and I hate your money
specificity of location
a fierce housbuilder
flipbook of paintings
we just passed a wonderful vignette
hammer out danger
tap dancer going home after a rehearsal
he died in a horrible train accident; thanks for bringing it up
that sounds like a dangerous mystery to solve
who put that mud in the freezer?
There’s nothing like being slapped like a girl and running away with your pants around your ankles
are his arms getting long? No, he’s going downstairs
you can’t see one star
there are some people I’ve seen with no more than a night shirt on, and fear them
they use mirrors, leavening
to the old folks’ home we’ll walk by slowly, and the incense cloud will flock quite incendiary
apron’s closeness
the saddest person eating an orange
when was the last good turf war?
Cars planning their distances
hooded eyes
so many takes
an actor is the most fragile, the most hankied
pulling someone by the wrists is the only primitive act we still perform
my favorite spelunker
claustrophobia in movies from the last 12 months
burial, tombery
threadbare to waist
ruffage
there’s something about gays in germany I can’t get out of my head
put some Jesus on it
running against george bush in 2004
movies are art in infinite vectors
each crew thing is a vector
each, each crew thing, each is a vector
I could make an amazing case for why eyes wide shut is the most artistic movie of the last 50 years
idea frequency
the epiphany frequency
americatown
turn your life into art
scratched up the tin man
rolf your inner spine
fashion show poem
I just want to know simpsons
hit felt like pouring salad dressing on my brain
buttocksing
self-proclaimed inventor of the spart
next to the...
Transcendent of gold
I’ve had a bad day I’ve killed the son of the police chief in front of the church
sneak chair
I just want to walkie-talkie jesus christ
like the wave of the future
first firework
picture of me with t-shirt, words on the shirt
make it rainbow, make it wilderness
I’ll put a heart in your dagger
make a traditional gesture
english is the forgotten sport
I’m a prehistoric bird
title attempts becoming poem itself
scavenger hunt
beating the dust out of the hocks
a bird event
my balls my compass
face ballons are an opening
did people freeze together during the civil war? If so, why?
What happened to wind?
Israel’s national anthem seems important, but is lost
you can’t be killed on such a day
bring it on, infected

copy down a dialogue as a poem (from a novel)
poem is a paraphrased movie plot/storyline
a threatening proxy
beans on my dick poem
maintain an abstract metaphorical situation (like ‘nailed to the forehead’)
wind tirade
they nailed the dream to my head again, nailed them to a part of me
end closest to what startles us, separates us
I can be a superhero now.
My power is lightning.
Explanation of the picture of people reenacting a painting
there’s something about a man opening his mouth and a chicken sound coming out
of the palaver, the incandescence, the things about which
I am speaking. Transmit the things, those about which
I am speaking.
a poem that is a picture of a written poem
totally legible/viable poem/photo
booberry, frankenberry, count chocula
cap’n crunch is not one of the ghost cereals.
They combined as one, became the tetrahandosaurs,
into the forest. *
What is a picture; what a poem?
Cheese and gold.*
I am my father’s shepherd.
Captain beefheart and his magic band,
the thing heralding; the thing built
to be there.
Door to door stripping
you’re the guy; you’re supposed
to get into the pool.
Warlock dance.
Compressed hail of bullets.
smug man, there’s no denying the strength
of a dog pulling a heist.
Aware as jewelry.
Not on my lord.
A canary, doing something.
Close only counts with grenades, horseshoes, and sometimes love.
Things make heat.*
A business emergency*
my elegant speech doesn’t do me justice
try your hardest to make your work pop cultural
I’m a hammerhead shark; I make no noise; I have no bones; my body is made of cartilage
singalodeon
30 point kitty
when you kiss me down there
mammoths is what interests me
I’ve got energy almost up to there
remember me? Remember roller skates?
Dick dale and the deltones is my father
go back to the hotel and have another fuck fest with steven tyler
my new year’s resolution is to not blow on your face
I’m too cool for that weed; I want to listen to meatloaf
the tactical consistency of a row of boxcars
dr. champagne slaps
*I choke myself
at home. It’s something I share
with a rope.*
Billy joel, the danny devito of piano pop, the dearing death
experiencing engorgement
erotic gay poem
my attire
sales pitch for a new reality tv show
drug parable
poetry died and became this
‘you’s da ho’ is the one phrase that cannot be pronounced with a british accent, because it loses it’s ‘in da club’ feel
no one can see me for all the bandanas
* * *
errata
critical essay on the medusa in literature
statue of liberty poem (July 4, 1776)
masque of the red death critical
frankenstein critical
elaborate retelling of events that take place in lithistory (mythology)
scenarios featuring mythological traditions
my beard looks better through a window, or a mirror
the power of the already known comes down like a fire
derrida’s head is like a lamp, is a lamp
or the absence of it, its absence
and he’s a butter lover
I’m mind christ
like hall and oates gave you candy

Negative bell
Searing Pain
Tetrahandosaurs

first, the sequestered “I”


Eggs coming up from the subway.
Quirks to human life







Make your applications scream



Glacier Pony

Band Names for Steve and Lawrence

Transcendent of Gold Gigantic Black Eye Holy Moments Negative Dollar Extra Old Medieval Future of Ideas Fate of Ages Manifest Video Game Rain Something That Will Sound Like Shit Later Sheer Chest A Call On the Outer, Miniature Self Prequel Cell Dog Imitation Silent Looks Silent Hate Mountain Jack Abacus Pay Grave Block of Pony The Strength of Shabbat He is Anthony Hopkins Travel to Germany Sideways Rat The Broadbased Standard American Sound I Spy Because I Care Asians All Over This World Nice Rope Suspension of Death In the Next Generation Inappropriate Sound From the Forest At a Tender Age a Prodigy Dutch Boy Plop Brown Waste Turn-On Short American Grace Ass and Vag Dermal Pimp The Midget With Four Boobs and a Wing Every Moon Song The Chandeliers of Words The Length of Memory Glocks' Balls Jet Inner Tooth Diamond Floor Chandeliers in Air Toy Ant Stuffed Animal Knife Little Statuettes of Men Where Are the Cranes? Bring the Cranes Hotel Art Boners Floating In the Sky Workplace Diamond I'm Your Kid's PE Teacher Worldwide Erections Precious Trenium Baby Genitals Wax Molds Lobster Attack Piano In the Dark

So, I've been thinking about the accident that each of us has within us, and what that means about the necessity of accident. I find that the root of what drowned me is water, and I now entertain scenarios of certain depths and the act of giving up, the scar and scare of the accident in youth. There is a newly compromised youth behind each of us, but no one is willing to smash any phantom so that there is a sustained pose--a static look to the past that prevents any unique signs. We are each a set and a river; we are all the property of thought; nights come by where we aren't chosen anymore.

Motherfucker Ointment

Opened up into a life
four windows, like a life
fires in the dark
God is in your video
You should be able to circumvent blood.

Trees and water
into a river
more now
a giver than a knife.
More now a mirror
than water or tree.

There is negative bliss.
Ice will drop beyond the call of naming.

A duck, a diamond,
a pond and some wheat.

Don’t make me put on my grown man shoe
mutlivalent
that’s how things submerge.
In a day I’ll bring you back your voice.

All of these desk jobs
I’ll stab you with how my hate becomes something real
tiny tears on the cheeks of wolves.

You’re not listening to my say,
bats hanging from the walls.

Write it on a forcefield
some of us could be hunters
and some of us could be deer.

Liquid metal.
My drink is like a little beating heart
exploring snow
twelve originals and seven lights

Sometimes a little robot
materialized
the sound is as if from on a chain
something that threatens me.

I’m sneaking out of life.

How about an obstacle course
introduced by the sharpness.

I’m still stunned by the filmic
or accident.
Straight from silver
sent back to the womb
water nexus.

I warn a visage that will actually be covered
for a phonograph, into a ruby. The horizontal
visage meets satin collage, meets attack’s proliferation.

Cross Country Tapes

"A voice, please, let me see
if this works."

"Like running through corn
with your hands at your sides."

"Dirt like a hawk, night, falcon
hawk night.

Dirt like a hawk, night, falcon
hawk night falcon."

We are broken into a movement back.
I want to start turning things into five coins.

Ain't That Delicious?

Food is the only thing keeping wolves at every station. Slick animals behave less modestly after comsumption of the evil fields of hollow regret. Don't provoke any famished wolves, for their animosity approaches another maximum level. Safety in ignorance affords onlookers a carefree glance into suspended wolf-drama. Mirrors
only save bystanders from instant death, only participants move about their realm in complete stillness, unrecognizable in fog.