FRESHWATER DRUM

you mean for us to starve
walking and crying out,
against a bladder of milk,
"leitmotif leitmotif".
not right there with you.
tablelegs sinking into
cousinwood floors.
a cottonwood fell on me.
i watched my grandpa
hit the head of a living fish
until its earbones fell into my hand
and i join millions
in trying to feed the sea humans.
i don't want you
to hear everything in the morning
and most things all night.
when the weight swings my invention into action,
block with your face.
it is sick to describe anything to you.
i must be sick.
is this the end,
now that the first end
has faked us out
and turned me into
my own fucking saga?

MOW DOWN, GOES US

you have a good need knife

to run the room with.

speak up, person whisperer.

at the top of the cabinet

i think instinct says jump off.

cloud gathered across the street

with a century of total waking hours

in the whole thing.

it poured all over the one and another one who was trying not to let it happen.

decide to make the knife a tiny plow

no for dirt. for dirt. 

only use this on the ground.

blow out the dusty glasses.

i give this 5,000 more years.

from a dozen billion 

drowned to nothing.

it is that ashy, i wouldn't like it.

kill me in a slough at the end of the day. 

preparing to speak

it wouldn't hurt to
let the cumulous
fill your sealed skin.
in fact, accumulation
is one of my favorite thoughts.
a cruelty barn holds
innocent chickens
and baby lambs
with venom tears.
i don't wanna wear gloves anymore.

two new poem fodders for the rachdar collabo

food money

you can’t have that
i’m picking up bags of
waste product salted
i don’t put a ton of limits
on what i will buy to eat
like sometimes i buy
really too expensive fruit.
i’m buying antiques
because i want to make
blood gush in the loins
i want to stand
on a frank frazetta pile
of dead little debbie cakes
with a money­burning torch raised 

and a shirtless male poet clutching my leg.
HA HA HA HA. 

i want a hug

i want a pretty specific hug

i tantrum about it
milky hotness and honey blessings poured into my colon are the only cure
for my rabid flashplans
to eat the world and shit the world in silence 

SHAKY HANDHELD

i could really use a year of free movies

there are people in the street

making noises with their throats

like a siren or it is a siren

and either way i think it means

some rod has finally snapped

and i won't go to work tomorrow,

i'll start the work of becoming

a target for forces who want to

ride the power vaccum to the canopy.

why do i fantasize about collapse?

i don't think it is romantic, i think

it is terrifying and easy to die

inside of collapsed times.  'time of the wolf'

among others. 'the last night'.

the french revolution. other revolutions.

movies about acute bustedness

of a civilization are my school

for what it looks like

for the schemers to rise and what's easy

is i think that i would rather die.

THIS IS PISS WARM

murder sounds fun 

to the untrained dog

children write on it

with dampened chalk

because i told them

a war is on

i'm waiting for an

alien to blurt from my body

i'm watching a mouth

getting hammered by fear

i used to think about 

inventing something new 

that everyone would want to buy

remove our traces
by taking bullets back
like a hatchet

what should meeting mean

in this age

it would take hours to

cook rice in my mouth

and i'd need to be lit

i'm thinking 

how easy to starve on a farm

a revolt will fail in twenty years

nobody has to lay in the swamp

this time

i don't know that for sure

if i am in the swamp and you have a choice

don't lay next to me

a dog looks like a horse

when it runs chalked

over the blown back range

from each dormitory room

where families live

escapes a chest swelling breath

to find a swamp

i'd have to walk in a direction i don't know

LONGVIEW

an honest rock

is sitting next to some trees

after working for

a bizzare length of time

with the help of ice.

hardness is an absolute limit.

which is why the hush

as i smother my want 

to move toward you simply

for a moment of comfort

is also absolute.

grass is always dying,

i've only lived in one place

and the grass dies constantly

but my brain made a video of 

time lapsing

and my eyes are useless against it.