ego my LEGO

one can only listen to the manifestos of the starfucking legion sociopaths of this damp asylum our fair city for so long before the din of their self-obsession is echoed in anxious infant refrain burning runes into charred foreheads in one's own paranoid visions of grandiose magic or manic determination to spite imagined machinations of some god or nature or ancient beastly visage keeping us each from fucking the beautiful or eating the weak taking what is ours killing when it serves loving when it serves our master('s) plan every empty prophet here has created their idol and chosen a personal lord from whom the anonymous impersonal submission to convention can be translated into the highly intimate language of direct slavery

the fourth

let's all 
sacrifice our egos on
the altar of
a history we didn't
choose today
biological tactics
and pink bloody scalps,
perpetual machines
built on heredity,
wealth and inclusion
at the limited time
fee of only 
your family identity
your tastes in love
your pigmentation
or your dignity
we can murder it all
for the experiment
most noble

inDependence

without urgency to thrive
i'm absurdly alive

priceless embraces
more valuable
than eternity's
moot orgasms

more deadly meaning
holding hands and
sharing secrets
than tasting secretions,
those addictive
involuntary admissions

these are economics 
to live by

confide in me, friend
for the next beer
will forgive you
but never understand 
the state we are in

our eyes meet
our chests press
our lips confess
and born then
mutual sympathy
overtakes the 
desperation
of sex,
the quickening 
of womb and warmth,
while expression becomes 
immortal ejaculate
fluid

dance free 
loose yourself
in my sun soaked
valley 
we shall become 
feline
we shall become 
the jungles
themselves
 our
     selfs

let the games begin

let the games begin

we picked each
other out
of the crowded
neighborhood cliche'

and for tiny precious
present
now lost back
there
we looked at each
other
eye level

how soon the circus
rolls into town
and leotards,
makeup,
and cars full
of failed mimes
and land mines
blow it all
sky high

spinning before us
the spiral so pure
everyone tries and
being no 
better than everyone
we touch it
but our grip 
won't find purchase

just let the thing
glide under your
calloused lovely
fingertips
like clay on a wheel
you gorgeous
genius fool

today

if the definition
of insanity is to
commit the same 
behavior redundantly
expecting different
results then you
can call me 
phineas gage

inkblot test
for one to project
their worried 
mindlessness onto

my worried
mindlessness

its fucking madness
and i am bathing
in its coarse bubbles

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.

hancock

some power glitch
has occurred 

the security lamp
under my windowsill
won't stop blinking

herbie chugs forward
braver and more resourceful 
than ten 
lewis and clarks
in my cans and
i crank the volume up

lightning precedes
the thunder
rising bright 
in my chest
like naive love
like psychedelic onset
like a sneeze
like cardiac arrest
like 

i just prayed to the
porcelain goblet tonight

first time in a while

the way i've been living
i'm actually proud of myself
for not puking more

it happens to my cat
every few days
and
she doesn't even have the luxury
of alcohol or foresight enough
to use the toilet

i flush
a winner 
in the lottery
of evolution

thatbondagemodel

the only truthful behaviors
like combat
prostitution
suicide
are discouraged
until
we talk only
about weather and time and
color and light and
defeat and
surrender

submission is 
decision
and restraint is 
a masturbating 
bondage model
growing
too numb
to get 
off

love withers
to mystical motives
that only drive 
the slave trade
until we're all
felt puppets 
with sticky
fur
and
no 
idea 
what just
happened

nature

           
 the nature of infinity
           -or-
the universe is an infinite sphere<?>
whose center is everywhere<?>and
whose circumference is nowhere<?>


its the year of the monkey
god tells me
when I enter
the search criteria:
2016 chinese zodiac year

I was born
in the year of
the cock

I am also The
Water Bearer
or
so they tell me

the goddamned 
cat
is scratching and
stirring 
and braying 
oddly at
the door

fucking cunt just
came back in
minutes ago

this might go on all
night

mantra

mantra


the days are
finally
getting longer.

the nights are soaked
in beer instead
of dread and
drizzle.

the keyboard hums
and wails.
the monitors
flare.

i feel my
potency
returning
though my
balls need 
a trim
i can get up
and run
today
like a crazed
dictator.

time is something i own
time is in my control

money 
is a 
pitch black hole

yielding to depression
betrays my lack
of imagination

all possible futures
and pasts narrowing
down down
down
to 
a fine filed
point.

until one
morning
after
all the wallowing
all the brooding
all the pitiful
pity
i remember
i came
to fight
.

harvest season

harvest season

conversation,
the naked puppetry of 
Raw Meat
while almond eyes 
of some imagined czar
gaze in appraisal

a wall
a truck
the czar 
is dead
long live
the czar

sizing up the 
steaks
carving
shapes out of
the viscera
animal
husbandry
made flesh,
made death,
made pray tell
what for, if not
to breed 
for cannibal 
oligarchs on
ramparts and white
marble steps
inclining
slightly down so
the red waste spills 
with the lure 
of gravity
til th reins return
us home
to chains
matted hair and
Brains
rot from the steam

fellow passengers
poached
in that
prison sauna
grey gums
grey teeth
give up in
relief

skitter to corners
trailing primary
colored smears
on a floor of ash

bone soot,
meal for bread
or gruel
time as cruel 
as the scythe 
kills over and over
in baby steps

none less divisible 
than the 
last
but growing 
invisible
before my caste

wilderness

the wilderness of
indifference 
an ice pick in my lung
keep outta the sun, boy
when you hunt
someone

i exhale piny rich smoke
onto the intangible
plane of morning light 
eluding the blinds

suddenly then dense
blue marble 
swirls before me
then mottled gray
then a ghost of slow white
as if the globe's motion was
at a sonic frequency 

i saw countless millennia
processed, purified
by distance and
infinity

patience is not the
purview of humanity
for we don't have time
to watch the minerals
do their long form dance

mercy offends mars,
passion and grace
we can only pour out
so long as blood 
will still spill
when our hearts open 
over the desert floor

black hole

you are a nail i
grow weary of
chewing
also
a point approaching
infinite
density
you will be named
and survive the race
that called you 
such a thing
and when they
are dust, cosmic
your vacuum it 
blows them all
somewhere into
your streaming hair
and the other hair
glistening
lashes, nipples, labia
ornamentation and
limbs, fragrance, 
folding time, 
light, the stuff
of viscera,
the stuff of life
into what it is,
what we are,
what are we 
but galactic 
pollen, souls
indeterminate fractions
existing nowhere
and two places in
the same instant
but keep dividing
apprentice,
without lies nothingness
something wicked
comes on the 
face of the math
revealing your sketched
dimensions in
these stellar clouds

neutered

marching across
the patio with 
fernet and a coke

she beams
rises
moves to greet
me

precious minutes left
i tell
her

she moves in
real and warm
we press 
together

i know the drink
will catch
up
before long
but in that embrace
the pressure swelling
my head
capitulates

my limbs should
feel like i was
just electrocuted
yet
i am absurdly
alive and 
ranting dramatic
overcome with
such a 
minor success

my romance is
childish
gorgeously 
naive

i'm in my teens
again
feeling too much
optimism
its bad for my skin
and worse
on the
heart

i read too much
into
these things

i tell
myself
not to get
attached
so fast

but this gamble 
of nature
neutered by 
reason and experience
is the only 
way i know

personal ad

degenerate romantic
drunk poet songsmith
seeking madonna
whore to infest
ingest and inquest

my eyes have been
called icebergs
but i think 
they meant
shitty blue marbles
catching the sun

i wear no jewelry
and bear no ink
my scars are faded
tracks and cigarette
burns from desperate
arguments past

lets meet up
and become carnivorous
felines of another
continent
we will smell
one another
paw at our pelts
and rip out throats
with our teeth

we can travel
imagined
without risk
without cost
within territories
prepared by
our paranoias 
and prophecies

we took pitchers

stilted recall
of your wasted ass
you flashed
your cunt at me
before swallowing
in the ladies' room

gerald tells me
its yr own ass 
in the world.
cover it.

i'm pretty positive
nothing is changed
from you to
this one.
nothing.