Tuesday, May 4, 2010


take dorito bags thrown down by skinny legs into a shopping cart
telekinesis fastest thoughts 
of where light starts. 
the word 'recyclable' drinkin itself from the clouds.
cause heaven is our trashcan now.

you were the baby in her womb
she replaced it with no one new but that's not as if, not to ensue,
crows didn't shadow midnight but on my face she was tattooed,
and it was okay cuz that day i crossed your name off my shoe

blue gum glued the rest to the street where youll end

stepped past solar trash compacters threw a bracelet on the ground
liquid skin dipping in and out soft and quiet or was it loud?
can you see it in my eyes before it comes out my mouth
why do you lie about not liking crowds?

im a werewolf at night i bathe in street light cocoons of artificial sight
wrapped in your jail house  of pocket filled ripped plastic bags
 licked the insides on the way back on the train

i remember

you wrote a love note in the dust of an antique table, smeared the must. i wasnt able to see, somethin about 'us'
you wanted this but were broke,
the table or my corny jokes?
you know, a river of words don't believe in no happiness.
it's like nothin flows out when you got that kinda heat down in the south.  ghosts blanket my hair raised in cool flashes of death and its loneliness, grabbed your breast


i like warm milk to sleep
you can microwave that easy
she said
'anyone can be a stripper
and zombie tattoos are dumb
why does everyone
want to be the same person'

attention craved diamond face, a million little mirrors reflectin back your legs as ur hands sway forth as you pace and figure out if he was really worth any work. 
just a romantic idea, it's cool to have different stories to different people you can pour ur lemonade onto like scat porn or the truth 
Pocohauntus on her month long cruise.
did he like you or just use your words

when you say

'that's why im moving North to where people are focused on real things like money and divorce.
wealth as a means 
to buy my fancy antique tables and nice things'
 but I mean
I'm not a starving child, i dont pretend I just dont eat
the difference between isolation and solitude
are these the kind of things that get used against me and you?

under my feet, i step on every crack i think
if i could avoid superstition and demise
i stopped your fan with my mind
ive studied black magic at nighttime 
studied aloneness 

sent wolves to watch in windows and claw 
at the bars of hospital rooms and voices talk
to me i know it's god
got bit by a dog 
saying that i am not
i'm just a marabout
wiped my runny snotty snout on your shirt
nothin really hurts
just nothin heals 
heal like a dog
fur like a beached whale
cut myself like a fresh cut lawn

my armpit embraced death
or a spot on my neck
more death. dead dead dead

raise the sun up to the east i don't care where the sun will hit my feet
it's almost nighttime
like a sun dial is set on
when i die

i wanna kill myself
been thinkin about it all the time
rainbow prism in the sky
pictures on my phone

clock in the sky
have everythin to myself when i die
tumbleweed on city street
it looked like someone pulled out some bitches weave

you asked what's freedom but more choices to ruin your life?
i guess i said if i had a choice I wouldnt have ever been alive
i got slapped by you.
you said livin was beautiful,
you were once a baby in a womb

but so were you

in the grass i leaned
rubbed off the letters of tags
of tornados i dreamed
drugged, beaten, dragged

alive to just die

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