bomb squad

these days when
i pinch a 
few hairs
out of my
beard
half of them are
white cables
a few brown
often one stray orange

like a squad
sent to diffuse 
     a
        situation
i must consider
from time
to time
the temptation
to cut 
the wrong
wire

untitled

the musky undercurrent 
of murder la petit
covered fractionally
in skunk flower aroma

i can smell what i need
in the seeded air
of spring and cog and gear
fear never the severance
of plot and politic
for these things grow heretic
as they evolve

charms of sweetness
cute animal expression
anthro-digression
hormonal premonition
acts primal and direct

leviathan (extended mix)

there's this mountain
driving up from 
the sea floor

i never know 
exactly where
to put it

shorelines 
beachheads
drown in my foam

rocks dance and thrust
undulating
til they're sand

preservation
in the face of
disaster

subdivision
of time and of
newborn crust

freshly aware
of the process
confusion
overwhelms me
while i try to
sleep close in

illiterate
in this language
i hang my
head in disgust
or is this just
orange rust

divide us
poseidon
conquer us

summon all your 
great blue green beasts
saline dad
and swallow up
the wasted 
confetti of
democratic heart

through great caged teeth
our intentions
dead and alive
swim down into
the basking belly

my romance is merely
plankton for the ages

bilingual volt fail

never to absorb
envelop or
otherwise
devour
these are the day's
ablutions

lessons like
mad leaps
off the self
same cliffs 
we call faith
love suicide
hormonal 
intervention
intuition
obsession
cultish self-
indictment

mood conquers
the event
and its
determinism
proved

no mammal fruit
of the skull
but overripe
spider plants
spindly melons
with chaos gait

i should have
nodded to Tuesday
i should have crept
out in the night
i should have had
lingual training

i should
have known
better

window dressing

never too much,
never enough,
together
under the dark
curtains

under those pale 
eyes
made up in severe
pinks and black,
somehow graceful,
somehow ablaze

she has firm
dry hands, and
she has a sense
of bloody humor.
wood chipper humor.
chainsaw humor.

she makes vegan
foods, and 
shouts
for noble heads
to roll

she understands
the nature of synthesis,
the aural 
implications
of voltage controlled

this one may be the
death of me.

I say
bring it.