SEE SHE HAS A COAT

brittle black plastic

is a path. 

are you taking it north? 

i was military

making dents occur there.

handily i fed myself

another mile of wind,

slept in a cold copy of tongue.

i pack a borderline now

as i'm moving.

i stick it to ground that is too long.

i'm diagramming my next bite.

i stick it to the beachless edge

where the stairway to water

is slackness then a fall.

my joints swivel in succession as

i petrify standing back a ways.

i'm waiting for my daylight to get 

to a tiny black hole in my eye, 

when my core will meld

to a column of cloud / a river of fire by night.

I KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE BEST

we succeeded in 

making books faster

than we burn them.

and we make trash and

we make noises.

right now i'm making a list

of all the pleasant poets

i could lock insides with

to make our attentions

a ductile cash crop.

books of hours. equivalency. 

raw gallons of a matter

that we could stretch thin.

uncoiled, it can span

into and out of the trench

over 900 times.

you could fill a gutter

with what i don't know

about being outside of my mind.

you could pour my mind

down a drain

and verily it would clog.

it takes a lot of disappointment

to drag a laughing through

the dead wetlands of sinking horse despair

and i've done it

with frozen white grapes 

heaped on my back.

i attract a damning heat.

MY BROTHER MY KILLER

do you want to watch with me
keep watch over the flake
that sticks in the tooth of your mouth.
the rustle of a breaking voice
or one that can’t go on talking
and does go on.

this burns a picture in COLOR
until its COLORS cover
the rockface you look out from.
a deadmaking in the desert
the force of your cheek muscles worsted. in thousands of lines,
i have been failing to smile at you.

the amount of time that can finally
push an embankment down.
i spit dozens of seeds
slowly out of a single tangerine. they felt like your canines thorns of your mouth
removed to mine. 

i’m going to have a dream and in my dreams you are
exactly the same, the difference is
that i display the emotions
terror and anxiety,
which makes me older than you there. 

DONATIONS?

i HEAR you down in there

and i could name you insults,

beeping heart. and we are

beeping from you, ear and nose,

but that doesn't mean the group

is exactly sick.  loud.  increasingly

gulping teas with smoke rinds.

burning my nursery with hearsay

pregnant with a turkey that is 

not foodsafe anymore, thanks.

what am i going to do with you,

my giblets, very irony. heart. nose.

ears. neck. liver blown glassy.

throw us at the window?

squeeze the madman's hand?

I NO LONGER LOVE LIKE A CRAZY

it's unclear if i'll ever tear my hair

or beat my steering wheel

out of disinterest.

now screaming because of discoveries.

i get angry and i wallow frantically

in the lobster legs tickling, but 

slow my breath of love.

i get used to you also laugh and feel a lob  i can evade.

i want to spend days getting a parasexual glob together.

was i somewhat full in my head at the time?

to glom is all.

to make us a peaceful, loosely strung.

and then keep my brain, trade after trade.