The Already-Blast Swastika in Nightshade

I made a bima in the nightshade hammock,
equestrian nightshade,
the misfit-bite with cruel
nightshade-looks deceiving me, beating me
with the sticks of nights, nightsticks
of shade and wonderment.
Frisk me with the night,
epinephrine buff of magic on my half-chest.
It's moving
into tufts of mammal-touches.
The tides
that I swam against were heaved up into huge piles
of branches. When I think of them I think of the world
as diamonds.
My heart leaves me for you, a gesture
that someone figured was home.
Twelve movements
towards something amounts to a peripheral move
towards making something stay.

The Way a Leopard Sees

Is it good? / The leopard, to take a moment,
marching forward, two by two, into quadrupeldum.

In the lost sea, the leopard is the rarest of all dead cats;
its fists are extraordinary.

What are you doing?
Speak. Oh my god
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you writing?
You know how doctor Menke says writing? WriTing.
Like when the lady in the mountains said do you want any more Whatter.
She was like out of a David Lynch movie.
I’d smack your hands if I were there right now.
I’d spank your titties with a hatchet,
and they wouldn’t be cut off.
It wouldn’t hurt. Have you ever had your titties smacked with a hatchet?
Well, wait until you find out. Wait until it happens to you and you’ll know.
What’s that song that goes how can I explain, huh huh huh,
do you know what I’m talking about?
Oh my god I’d hate to be the mayor of chattanooga.
Does it even have a mayor?
Chattanooga Mayor.
I would have felt that sting willingly.
I go out when the werewolves come out.
Our penis. -+

Time to spin, making tiny blood crystals that shimmer.

Pulp dose plup
like combines
succour

I am an original problem
went to the party, and boners weigh kilograms.

The insides of trees and the way the wind
moves, like a wolf in the woods behind our house.
I'm sure wolves everywhere. The transparent side
of the wolf's face, the sideways look from the apparition
of wolf in the mobile home diorama.

The strength of shabbat.
Block of pony.
We all have a mint.
Sideways Rat.
From an electronic cave.
Make a song that sounds like rain that makes you sleep.
Relationship of age.
Time for silent hate.
One long blind gangster conversation.
Where are the cranes? Bring the cranes.
We've got to find out the werewolf rules.
Your hand should come off like a rocket.
Our speaking voice is diminished.
The length of memory.

Transparent Wolf

Having no continuing city, the length of memory is pulp
and is shoulder, four compartments of rosin that stretch
into wolf custody over the pines.
The cleared out body,
loosening into a tiny fray of tissue that commemorated
a low inward move, that chronicled breath like fabric.

Spectacular grass almost touching the transparent shell
of hindquarter. Finished wheat.
It issued a tiny fissure
of rays that eventually cranked the branches into loose
aerial piles, that finally diminished like gessoed light,
extinguishing the evacuated wolf enclosure into a nightly
balm of fur and powder.

GUTS = Exploding Flower

GUTS = Inside of Face of the Groin
GUTS = Wiggles
GUTS = Balls
GUTS = Blondes and Sheep Sticks
GUTS = Spilling Out
GUTS = Fancy Emotions
GUTS = Tug of Inhibition
GUTS = Timelessness of Great Poetry Today
GUTS = Limp Baby Dolls
GUTS = Sausage
GUTS = The Food Source
GUTS = Cheerleader Pie Eating
GUTS = Transparent Wolf
GUTS = Wing Migration
GUTS = Frugal Chefs
GUTS = Whiny Children
GUTS = Fish Brain Damage
GUTS = You Are on Fire!
GUTS = ANIMAL WISDOM
GUTS = Tons of Hay Woven into Hair
GUTS = The Essence of Man
GUTS = No Glory
GUTS = Pool Party Empire Builder.com
GUTS = Satisfaction
GUTS = Lovely Young Flowerings
GUTS = Fighting Championship
GUTS = Sharing It, Girl
GUTS = Fast Track to Suck Sex
GUTS = Environment, Nature
GUTS = Nerve Damage
GUTS = Matriculation
GUTS = Crotch Shot
GUTS = Candelabra
GUTS = Sheer Pleasures
GUTS = Slow Acceptance of Misery
GUTS =The World of Lice and Storms
GUTS = Faggot Time
GUTS = Rap Rap Rap-rap Rap!