I THINK THERE'S SOME LORE UNDER HERE

aw, no.  don't show me history
that is longer than my only career.
one thing to despise is the anchor 
that has been clanking "darling darling"
at the ocean floor 
seven feet too far.
a little but heavy thing, 
a curly trinket that can hold a hive 
of metal rooms put. 
aw, no.  i'm not ever too salty.
it's a windy catalouge of 
traditional lower-deck 
slang that bids my brain avast. 
it sleeps my 
night watch for me. 

STEEP HILL FROM ABOVE

you are lying 
in the chapparal. 
breathing in and
rubbing the aged 
skins of living fuel.
maybe you 
should look into eyelets 
of a discarded tarp
for one full minute 
without cracking open
the underlying casket, 
just playing around.
you should seriously spend 
eight hours at work
combatively ogling 
your facial moles 
in a mirror.
i predict your face
will flame up and
the lit moles in a fury
will draw back 
white tarps that 
drape kneehigh trees.
burned far enough in,
the ground will 
cough out 
applicable advice.

LET US MAKE A MAGIC BATTERY

a damning phrase i said

yelled into your instant

sleep some number of times.  

began the first

in endless years of me

, and years of being damned.

there's a history of using devices

as devices against.  i didn't 

check it for GPS but my guess is:

every ingestion is to some 

extent helping me to realize death.

if i'm muscled into a permanent grid

, and the muscles are mine.

that muscle is mine, give it back here.

i feel hot in the knees.

this is where i fell.

this is where i keep a greyscale 

of your voicing, i flex it by

reading. and then the mossy

corrosion.   

- degrees

while i want i will always be

slipping, brocading my eye

with spindles a'sharpened.

while i walk i will be 

trampled by herdings from

beyond the senseless valley,

a valley where i have sent

my money to buy me flowers.

my faceless landlord lives.

BROGUE TRACKS

using a road, approached a land
of hands healed over and the
shiny creaseless skin at birth.
burn a magnification of
prints onto the hands
the hands of the criminals.
now look, visible, their grubby
trespasses from here.

a salad

are you sure your name twice
did you know that.  your name
is twice as you circle the fits
of displeased densities.  you
mess a mess from the outset
into the inset.  spread around with
a scorched earth curve, melted in there.
keep your eyes out of the window
though, they are aiming for the head.

METALLURGY MELT (2015)

putting on all the costumes

eventually i can't see with my

right eye but we have more

of those.  who unburies any

mechanism from our shared dirt, 

theirs the whole thing to oil. but i'll

help you eat through your hunger.

out wading with the plovers not

a lick of language somebody taps

somebody crushes the grass and

it comes back in through the 

eyebrows. taken in under the

condition: we're here again

tomorrow.  

ASPIRANTS

leafy bracts

comfortless there is just

nothing done to be done.

fog thick to hold you back

i saw things i have said

in the textmouth of someone

i don't know at all.

clear the mouth out

with an index finger.

why don't we

know each other?

A DISTRESSING WHOLE

the spokes speak not together,

all at once, i think some of them

are screaming their belief sap

until it covers, spilling but not

wasted, the generation of

vast as fuck supplies.

GIVE YOUR BLOOD, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT

i don't care in my belly about
carlos beltran but this time tomorrow
he'll be playing for the giants instead.
though this transcript is weeks old
i just found a cache of interest
accruing in carlos beltran's
formidably well-made face.
he took his then team out
for dinner.
in the scene i’m eating butterpats.
the curtain lace not made by hands,
the table egg-like in the slightest.
my shortstop was starting
another beer and telling me
he was gonna miss following
the whole game into my glove,
but he called it a mitt.
he was asking me if,
as a giant,
i would keep the same number
of calories in my veins.

I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND AT FIRST, BUT NOW I'M SURE I WILL

actually, it’s completely reasonable to eat radically less.
remember that i have it all wrong, the way to consciously
heal my own minor abrasions (i say dry it all til dead and
start over the ashes). seems like hurting more
would indicate a positive development, like a birth. but
i would ask you not to listen to me, and i’m sorry i told you
that eating most canned vegetables was no better for you
than eating nothing at all. i’m not sure if i was mistaken.

SITUATION UTOPIAS

what is the chance that
landed clunked and splitting,
a fruit with follicles, a
dead on language. feet of
colts beat across the back
of a brave and absurd walker
overwalking to the point of
dance confusion. and then
there comes the emmer-wheat
down from the mountains,
here i point to the reliction inside me,
the additional shore in my drying heart
as all feeling goes receding.

THE THREAD BETWEEN ALL THESE IS “BOOTS”

scuff and a couple
good dreams middle dreams
i slept in the middle of today and
it shook the hell all to the bottom of me.
dollar bills i should leave there
in the shallow of the toilet
if i don’t want crooners in my brood.
a town all in a few movements
like an onion grows, the four
phases as graphed, did i see
my grandad and dad in the
preceding frames. well no.
instead i get over
the town where a room of
chairs sits. sitters will talk.
but this type is not the same
as a tank like an armadillo.
too small for that range and
hesititant. observant by force,
i came to this event to look around
and all the time i spent here
was not a waste, though in making
the choice to attend, i damned
myself to never become truly great
in a room alone, as i know i
can never be, and that is why
i have come to see you and fight.