pbr

you do not know me anymore
i sleep naked now
everynight that i can
remember to
i remember you
sometimes
most times
when i am alone where we used to sleep
naked
and i know that i do not know you anymore
but i used to
and everynight that i can
remember to
i remember you
and had this poem ended right there
it would have been like a country love song
but
as i am naked now and not alone
i fear i have fallen in love all over again
i love you pbr
i love you

t-minus 10 - 9 - 8..

is this real life or am i a corpse?
i dream of zip codes and strangers
bra straps and zippers
lands chuck full of adventure and anatomy
as my time ripples and burns chunks of my gummy soul into the ozone
my mind twists bubbles and pops
some of me is up there
somewhere
sometimes
i am never really here
i dream i have floated past the moon
alone in my space suit
earth is my long lost college roommate
i tell myself to remember to breathe
to swallow
this is not the end
i need a stick of gum
thirst is the only thing that matters
but of course
things could be worse
i could be lost at sea
bobbing up and down
salty and mean
waiting for the scary things to eat me
because
it wouldn't take much more
just a nibble or two
a sip here or there
and if i get lucky
ill wash ashore in hawaii
ive always wanted to go
just maybe i am a jigsaw chameleon squeezing the bright colors of my light tight
a coral reef of pillow sweat
missing everyone like pieces
EVERYONE
i need a physical and a massage
before i blast off into the unknown
boston is the galaxy
and dreams are not meant for corpse
they are for the undead

orange soda on mt. everest

i have no chums in the day
where they go
i wonder
they are not vampires
they have not bitten me
yet
so i wander around my wooden floors
pretending they are planks
that at any moment it will all end
i'll step clear off the edge
and god damn it
i've never even been to Canada
or held a spider monkey
or pulled a fire alarm
or cracked my own lobster
this is stuff i need to do before the end!
i pace and tread and stride
i pace some more
my movement is a drug
by now i could have walked clear to Calgary
but thank god
it's near dark
my chums are on the rise...

making love to a toilet

i puke troughs of bouquets where other people shit out slop
glowing throat loads of intense gut paint
somewhere i would be king!
my commode creations are dazzling
i can never bring myself to flush the marvelous goop
imagine! (insert your favorite painting here) retched back up in cosmic neon juice
i kneel next to my throne like a knight
i am a vicious interior decorator with acrobat wizard intestines
i juggle elixirs in my bowels and
slather the belly halls in slime
somewhere i would be king!
but
i lost my true queen in my stomach potions once
she
sunk
slow and sad and sharp
now
i sob til blood comes
i butcher my soul one toilet at a time
with troughs of bouquots where the world shits slop
sometimes
i spew brilliant bright pieces of my queen out in the dark
she loved flowers
i never said i was sorry
now i sink proper...

broccoli pillow

morning sun beams leak from the galaxy oozing and throbbing and alone, "it's much too early for money," so i blast off back into the snooze button unknowns...

vacation fund

when i came to the seat belt sign was ALIVE! and SHRIEKING! but the plane grazed on snacking somewhere miles high inside and out of earth vomit and cloud intestines we gargled each others farts and all we were real zombies then chewing the ass exhales swallowing the snore meat pretending not to want to kill the human next to us or just something somewhere miles up i told myself not to look down but i could barely hear myself over the feasting so my stomach stayed fastened...

the love inside the blood remixes in the eyeless dark
a foaming spark
this is but one way i know to regrow your heart

pink cups of cold cubes

i inhale fog thinking it may be the last time i ever breathe again and again it drifts into the swollen moonlight a new kind of rainbow i have created and destroyed so much my cells need batteries because it is so late and god is watching everything and he knows what i do when i am naked and nobody else knows anything