smack on the crust of our planet.
shimmying doesn't help me walk
off the mountain. trotting
that blisters my digits unmindful
but carries me.
i could quote 'the adamant' only
by quoting the entire.
mouthing around the dry pit
of the peach.
another era made from learning words
where the words are
felt understandings of song phrases.
pouring slowly and forming
an encasement of cave particles
around my face and below my face
and under my face and in my face
and over my face
and in place of my face.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
WATCH IT
i think it’s weird you think
that it is lazy to use the words we all use
in order to say what i think.
where do you think anyone gets
the combination?
from the melted energy core they are?
i think it’s weird
that we are chopping
but do i ever love it.
simplify something that still exists
into a new smaller thing
the emblem of one take.
this could be what is so great about having kids
except for the fact that they
overcomplicate into us.
don’t talk about kids like that.
some kids learned too early
how to cut parts of themselves away.
they grew up into my friends.
i arrogantly assume the roots of problems.
no no i hypothesize.
each one has these things
that everyone loves
and these other things that
some love and some do markedly not love.
that’s why you can’t hack out what someone doesn’t love.
or why it seems like a real stance to
that it is lazy to use the words we all use
in order to say what i think.
where do you think anyone gets
the combination?
from the melted energy core they are?
i think it’s weird
that we are chopping
but do i ever love it.
simplify something that still exists
into a new smaller thing
the emblem of one take.
this could be what is so great about having kids
except for the fact that they
overcomplicate into us.
don’t talk about kids like that.
some kids learned too early
how to cut parts of themselves away.
they grew up into my friends.
i arrogantly assume the roots of problems.
no no i hypothesize.
each one has these things
that everyone loves
and these other things that
some love and some do markedly not love.
that’s why you can’t hack out what someone doesn’t love.
or why it seems like a real stance to
take a specific opinion into your wiring
and let it flip the burn switch without any oversight.
and let it flip the burn switch without any oversight.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
LEAVE OUT
i don't know where to be for my friends.
my idea of "here" is stirred by a love for sent text.
flipped over by fifteen hours on the
brittle strip of nothing that skims past
the Flying Deer of the universe
who pretend to be standing on "ground"
while they drink from my headlights
and i cruise away screaming.
my friends include someone who broke off in my guts
before my guts were grown, and i think about how
little i was and how little i knew him before
the day he broke dishes accidentally, trying to
help me get away from my entire life that he lived in.
the span is an albatross of years.
not the kind around a neck,
the kind me as an elegant mouse can fly on.
can a child ride an eagle?
/can a child ride a dog dragon?
windows move. earth moves
around windows that stay still.
i heard you yelling from that space between
that and that that a familiar man calls
"the slices of twilight pie on your tongue
though they escape you while you're still tasting the story you'll make up to see later instead".
my idea of "here" is stirred by a love for sent text.
flipped over by fifteen hours on the
brittle strip of nothing that skims past
the Flying Deer of the universe
who pretend to be standing on "ground"
while they drink from my headlights
and i cruise away screaming.
my friends include someone who broke off in my guts
before my guts were grown, and i think about how
little i was and how little i knew him before
the day he broke dishes accidentally, trying to
help me get away from my entire life that he lived in.
the span is an albatross of years.
not the kind around a neck,
the kind me as an elegant mouse can fly on.
can a child ride an eagle?
/can a child ride a dog dragon?
windows move. earth moves
around windows that stay still.
i heard you yelling from that space between
that and that that a familiar man calls
"the slices of twilight pie on your tongue
though they escape you while you're still tasting the story you'll make up to see later instead".
Monday, July 30, 2012
THROW
armpits smell like limeade now
food smacks of rotten tooth.
it's too unproved to say it, yea?
blankity blankity verse.
you know when's the last time i wrote a poem?
i've never written a poem.
how moved i was along the bank:
dad asked to hear me read
even more than i'd planned to read.
and it lightened far away.
my foot has cracked its foot-spine line
and i knotted when i ran.
i have stretch marks where my butt inflated
the day i turned fourteen.
this must be where i stop wondering
what the internet would think.
there's burnt beet sugar smell choking the house
but i'm going to eat the beets.
food smacks of rotten tooth.
it's too unproved to say it, yea?
blankity blankity verse.
you know when's the last time i wrote a poem?
i've never written a poem.
how moved i was along the bank:
dad asked to hear me read
even more than i'd planned to read.
and it lightened far away.
my foot has cracked its foot-spine line
and i knotted when i ran.
i have stretch marks where my butt inflated
the day i turned fourteen.
this must be where i stop wondering
what the internet would think.
there's burnt beet sugar smell choking the house
but i'm going to eat the beets.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
154 KIDNEY LUST
shaking ejects food from my mouth
and i fall to the table grabbing all around me for it:
the thought which will describe my structural failure.
my noises are strangled out of me
and it is exactly like i am vomiting from the center of my brain.
i sit back down to try and eat.
a whiff collapses me again.
Monday, July 9, 2012
heard length
i am born to understanding in this month
from where those pleas originate.
i feel them prying my throat and
readying me for my bursted scene.
people have been collapsing this whole time
and though i haven't withheld comment,
my draft is unmade and rises out of no bed.
bed bed bed. everything is a bed that i hallucinate from inside. draftless an animal.
all sexes appreciate beautiful girls.
the right sexes appreciate innerlit mortal beings,
especially but not limited to Joan of Arc.
open the window. may you never want to crawl out it more than breathe it in.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
151 KIDNEY LUST [FROM 149, 150, and 40]
make my lungs double me in
guessing. there’s too much beautiful
blank fuzz to dedicate.
it’s more than ok.
take me into sleep and
get the roof out of it.
physically in the desert
where nothing compelling happens
until sunset.
from now on this
lesson is learned.
was i repairing?
your skin, once it busted apart,
along your bended seams.
you must crawl on your belly.
all over.
even when i was a bomb’s
fat growl,
you covered my ear
and muffled the effects
to take the world easy on me.
i remember
everyone i love the most is shaking.
don’t think i’m going to stop that now.
- collaboration with PHC
guessing. there’s too much beautiful
blank fuzz to dedicate.
it’s more than ok.
take me into sleep and
get the roof out of it.
physically in the desert
where nothing compelling happens
until sunset.
from now on this
lesson is learned.
was i repairing?
your skin, once it busted apart,
along your bended seams.
you must crawl on your belly.
all over.
even when i was a bomb’s
fat growl,
you covered my ear
and muffled the effects
to take the world easy on me.
i remember
everyone i love the most is shaking.
don’t think i’m going to stop that now.
- collaboration with PHC
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