A buckwheat heart
Hefty maple soaked
To eat like sex pastry
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
My Name is a Trophy
Evening love,
Blow that promise across bottle tops
I won’t take it as truth
Until a bottle top whispers
Drink up, My circulation’s harsh
Quarter atop walnut swivel stools
Your highness, so suitable for falling
I thought only of catching you
Of sweeping you away
Blow that promise across bottle tops
I won’t take it as truth
Until a bottle top whispers
Drink up, My circulation’s harsh
Quarter atop walnut swivel stools
Your highness, so suitable for falling
I thought only of catching you
Of sweeping you away
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Device
You know when I lived as a catfish in the Nishnabotna
I would hold my breath as I swam past pipe fixtures
Even if they were just floating by
Lost limbs of the pesticide factory
My whiskers erect
There goes a threaded leg
Gasoline rainbows enshroud a 1912 T-model carcass
Coziest machine hosts a home collection of impaled worms
Catfish love crucifixions
I myself prefer funerals
Sharp dressed skeletons sway
Cinder blocks laced to their shiny black shoes
They say bridges are cliffs of hell
See their soggy faces
I chew their soggy eyes
A dead sex machine fell from one’s coat pocket
Rubber lust stuck in the mud
He always liked to deceive the people he loved
I would hold my breath as I swam past pipe fixtures
Even if they were just floating by
Lost limbs of the pesticide factory
My whiskers erect
There goes a threaded leg
Gasoline rainbows enshroud a 1912 T-model carcass
Coziest machine hosts a home collection of impaled worms
Catfish love crucifixions
I myself prefer funerals
Sharp dressed skeletons sway
Cinder blocks laced to their shiny black shoes
They say bridges are cliffs of hell
See their soggy faces
I chew their soggy eyes
A dead sex machine fell from one’s coat pocket
Rubber lust stuck in the mud
He always liked to deceive the people he loved
Sunday, September 20, 2009
In Observation
The lunar lion sat, perched atop an exclusive hillside bordering a Neptune factory, my twin sister's doppelganger accompanied her. They ate pistachios and gossiped about amino acids.
Her innards spun like a flattening tire. She arrived to the party saddled aback an illiterate pony, escorted by an ebony swan; every time he quacked, it snowed.(One July, a group of children kidnapped him, demanding he chaperon a snowball fight.)They ate oysters and drank cocktails, then retired to the cemetery for an evening of granite and tears.
Impregnated and unaroused, the lunar lion rests in her olivine rocking chair, snorting cookie crumbs; her paper bicycle folds in the translucent rain. She picks up the telephone, though it's deaf, and tries to call me. I'm in the cupboard wearing my Hercules costume, drinking hydrogen peroxide, patronizing tea cups.
Her innards spun like a flattening tire. She arrived to the party saddled aback an illiterate pony, escorted by an ebony swan; every time he quacked, it snowed.(One July, a group of children kidnapped him, demanding he chaperon a snowball fight.)They ate oysters and drank cocktails, then retired to the cemetery for an evening of granite and tears.
Impregnated and unaroused, the lunar lion rests in her olivine rocking chair, snorting cookie crumbs; her paper bicycle folds in the translucent rain. She picks up the telephone, though it's deaf, and tries to call me. I'm in the cupboard wearing my Hercules costume, drinking hydrogen peroxide, patronizing tea cups.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
At the bottom of the sea there is an obese sea shell whose identity crisis provides her with the ego of a treasure chest. I stashed a love letter in her throat for you. Just ask her to sing.
The skull and flower preside at opposite ends of the table. Supper time. Forks have forged their identities. A vase stands centered. Did your mother pick those flowers? Or is that her skull? Either way, it's awfully thoughtful of her to flaunt her presence.
The cordless rang three times. Jupiter lit up in her eyelids like a dimmer light bulb. Four rings and God sneezes. A cue to end.
The skull and flower preside at opposite ends of the table. Supper time. Forks have forged their identities. A vase stands centered. Did your mother pick those flowers? Or is that her skull? Either way, it's awfully thoughtful of her to flaunt her presence.
The cordless rang three times. Jupiter lit up in her eyelids like a dimmer light bulb. Four rings and God sneezes. A cue to end.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
God unclenched his ass cheeks and out fell my smile. He didn't wipe. I get scared sometimes and start humming the soundtrack to my father's funeral. It goes... and trickles off into the sounds of gravel rocks and shovel heads.
Boom Boom and gentler melodies resonate inside the cadaverous eternity of your vagina. In your pants, time stands still. We grew old, paused there, escaping time, then the microwaved beeped.
Rubbing one out is more like a sneeze when you can actually get a girl.
Sharp dressed skeletons are climbin in boxes, slain by imagined fame.
What do they climb on? What is there to grab onto?
Nothin man, nothin to grab on these walls but old records. My dad listened to these. Why should I?
I want to hold onto a dick on the wall. Those are good and stable and sturdy. Never failed me yet.
You're tangled in glass again
Still, vain fear keeps you thin
Boom Boom and gentler melodies resonate inside the cadaverous eternity of your vagina. In your pants, time stands still. We grew old, paused there, escaping time, then the microwaved beeped.
Rubbing one out is more like a sneeze when you can actually get a girl.
Sharp dressed skeletons are climbin in boxes, slain by imagined fame.
What do they climb on? What is there to grab onto?
Nothin man, nothin to grab on these walls but old records. My dad listened to these. Why should I?
I want to hold onto a dick on the wall. Those are good and stable and sturdy. Never failed me yet.
You're tangled in glass again
Still, vain fear keeps you thin
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