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

sap

apple rotten end
the core of oblivion
oblivious as to what rock bottom really is
i still wear the same shoes that i did at the top of the world
sometimes i sit and stare at them and pretend
i tell myself i shall never throw them away


the galaxy is full of so so much
too much
and now i know:
that the bottom is caked in a crumbling goo
and ill never get off these shoes
i will never take off these shoes...

Plum Island

i squeeze anatomy always letting my mind drift as if my brain was stuffed inside a bottle bobbing lonely in the sea even though lonely is not the proper word it will do
i wake up next to pillows and new loves with the same cases my old loves used to wake up next to
my sides of the story are plinko chips, rubber fleming beats im not sure everyone can understand, but they happen even though happen will never do me any good
i need things to be ROCK!
i go on as my anatomy swells and rolls with the phases of the moon
tommorrow i will buy new pillows
today i'm not gonna leave the bed