MOOSE NAPALM

jeffrey

2012-02-17T06:17:00.001-05:00

i love gnawing
mashing up fresh stomach techno
churning symphonic blends of bread and cheese and meat
oh!
the way cow can taste
the way reef coral looks
but
this was before
i chummed
my guts
up
with swollen rotten permanent gunk
burping the nights away
burning dry under these neon lights
the sharks breed in circles
they know
that my liver is raw
that smells the way an earthworm looks
all hard and dry and gasping
and all of the air and guts in this room are mine
go away
mortals
go away

pbr

2012-02-10T05:17:00.001-05:00

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..

2012-02-04T05:02:00.001-05:00

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

2012-01-06T08:11:00.001-05:00

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

2012-01-06T05:15:00.001-05:00

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

2012-01-05T00:11:00.001-05:00

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

2012-01-04T02:05:00.001-05:00

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...

2011-11-04T17:44:00.001-04:00

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

2011-10-17T19:44:00.002-04:00

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

2011-10-11T21:33:00.001-04:00

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

2011-10-01T13:50:00.000-04:00

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

to Adele...

2011-09-29T01:48:00.001-04:00

i click these keys fast
too fast
silverish emotions
abortions
hook into glands
no plans
tricks
beards
demotions
gold
days
i've been thinking about them
slow
sound
they don't
do anything
my senses
takes murder to break me from my block
the way i cut the best piece of me off
bobby pins on my night stand
long strands of clogged shower hair
it's the little things
they sprout slow
twisting
forever
forever
f o r e v e r
and then never
i soak my liver
it is a band aid for my body
it does not feel
my heart is gak
jealous of everything
gravestones
talent
looks
never mind
though
ill find something
in these bills: desperation
skittles: diversity
a 24 hour chick-fil-a: hope?

stop
the time of my life
is
who knows
hell
is
stepping stones
its not athletes foot
it is the flames
below
your shoes
cake batter

i saw what i was becoming
in the poems
below
but
this is the top
slow gold
maybe
fast hope
at this point i'd kill again
just to step on anything other than
the tops of hell

crumbling fool on the lam

2011-09-27T22:22:00.003-04:00

roll and rip my scrumptious? muscling gumps of heart apart
pop the pieces in your mouth
spoonfuls of grape jelly
gushers
gob stoppers
bad breathe

the things i like in the theatre
yet i may never go again
i knew it was going to be like this
before it was
maybe even as a baby
i knew
more than maybe
when my parts gushed fresh
no destest
today
insides full of so many loves
a filling mess
yes
the taste of my heart is not as good as it was once
i rotted it
from the inside out
no
doubt
though
i saw this coming
before it was
i knew...

From Here We Blink The End To Be

2011-09-21T01:36:00.000-04:00

all these fiesta's
and
i never meet a memory
but
i remember my dead grandparents
and
are they watching me from above?
hovering just over my shoulders
shaking their heads
hard
or
clapping and cheering me
because they know
this is what it is
to be young
or am i too old to be this young?
to let my heart roll around in pinball blasts cementing my plum color just skin been here for too long or not long enough or never at all a rock n roll liver and i am already in it to swim it all this liquid could fill up the future i leak from the eyes and beg for someone to throw me in the dryer or into the deep...

I USE DEODERANT?

2011-09-21T01:12:00.001-04:00

Relax, Intense, Explode

2011-09-09T01:17:00.001-04:00

i was meant for this
to be in my blood
is the only way to be
tonight
tommorrow
this means something else
but tonight
i am a lonely god
creating
destroying
things that took me years
i hand out fevers
always
never
too much
just enough
invincible in this darkness
i can pretend
i am king in here
"i am king in here"
i say it out loud
to the scary things inside the closets
to the scary things in my brain
to the gods that may be up at this hour and interested
always
no reply
never any sign of any thing
i snuffed that out
months ago
why
at the end of the day
tommorrow
tonight i am in my blood

Ya Mon

2011-09-06T20:22:00.002-04:00

golden zombie teeth

2011-08-25T04:45:00.000-04:00

how they might say, "fucking is forgetting,"
I think of all the pepperoni's we shared
and!
all the dishes we may have done
world war was a dust rag
to this day i can not walk past a cat
without thinking of a pillow...
we were the sandal's of jesus
the tape worms entangled
no longer even enemies
if we look at the stars long enough:
cheese pizza's begin to grow
ordered years ago
but now
we fuck around the room's we are in
and know:
the whiskey's gone
the people we meet are advil
I B PROFEN
...this devil has forgotten the way into the heart
robot mode start

5am

2011-07-18T13:56:00.000-04:00

the light to heaven in the blinking mustard colors before dawn where we are not sure if our brains are haze or fuzz
the ketchup flashes poke pieces of my soul onto the floor where they beam and dry
(shimmering wet hunks of treasure)
these are the days
i will collect as many memories as i want
i will risk the future
the time is now
distort the light before slow and certain chaos ropes holes in your brain
the light to heaven shines now
here in these relish hours
through band aid curtains
if i were to move just right
i think i could catch it
chew it up
and sleep
fuzzy love dreams fill me and i drift farther and further into goosbump mazes, rubber explosions
and still when i awake i have no missed calls
and i am starving...

Gut's Flash's Rich's

2011-06-12T11:53:00.002-04:00

bubble trap pop mink coat rubble blast lack sleep and smokes
trouble crap crop pink bloat shuttle past black meat and hopes

Pickled Farewell

2011-06-06T11:46:00.000-04:00

He is a sky engine, bursting fuel core of empty mango dreams, trails of chalky rainbow beams. His legs, long smoke extensions of crisp blunt force and mystic tickling echos. A stomach full of sad fellows. Some days all nights full of blow aways. Most nights just days, dull creamy calls from spear wonder frays. I move on because I held my head underwater and saw what was on the other side: a pickled farewell to the one she was and the he, he is. It was great, all grey.

2011-03-27T21:18:00.001-04:00

jesus with his dead legs
his facial hair a law,
a beast with super powers
we call him god
he is a super man
his kryptonite our flaws

2011-03-05T15:59:00.001-05:00

i write this from iphone
shitting meat
and liquid
it was either
a) this
or
b) angry birds

2011-01-22T19:27:00.001-05:00

• lie
(still)
lay.
thrill!

Back Into Hell!

2010-08-08T17:19:00.001-04:00

2010-06-15T06:24:00.001-04:00

just wanna split the space between my tv and the speakers, pour rubber honey all over my money-and sink stomach first into liquid debt- maybe clink together a sound, a couch, a pizza cackling from the oven-( trade it to you for a body by jake) - no! for an acre of space on the sun

2010-05-23T23:27:00.001-04:00

west coptors go thunk beating grunts into incredible adrenaline

Wild Sad

2010-04-15T12:40:00.001-04:00

frosty torsos
drag queen ghosts
angels with graffiti cans under bridge (the cops shoot stained glass bullets but angels have spare wings)
dusk fractures like back discs:
lemonade for sale
sirens off like confetti
the crazy man must have been thirsty

Just Marvellous

2010-04-14T12:33:00.000-04:00

ROLLING IN MELTDOWN DEW

ALWAYS THERE

BUT WHERE?

no titty explosion

2010-04-08T05:48:00.002-04:00

Turnip Beads

2010-03-27T15:41:00.001-04:00

Not Dead Yet

2010-03-20T13:27:00.002-04:00

just busy in the kitchens, free white horse return rides (soon)...

Anablephobia

2010-02-18T04:52:00.000-05:00

I know your down there, somewhere.

Soda Brains

2010-01-31T18:34:00.000-05:00

version 1: bathroom energy

glow in the dark socks
the state line just laughed at me
i take notes on the mirror when i shower

sparks!
quick!
roll around in the manure
i die in this place
i went out chewing gargoyles

version 2: high voltage cheese

fire bellied death oak
europe is mars without me
the city games are shopping, driving, showers, planks

stop!
drop!
parcels in my gut
money gloves on and steady
here comes the turtle with a shotgun
but
no
shells

2010-01-28T01:58:00.001-05:00

dear arnold,

i wanted your biceps

yup,
MN

The AM Outta Gramma and Me

2010-01-27T03:15:00.000-05:00

I think in japanese
owl alone
organizing my drugs
into the liver
lungs
heart
I replenish my body
from the neck down
my guts are a science lab
from the neck up
if I fall asleep
I will explode

Soon I Will Be Leveled Up

2010-01-13T15:04:00.005-05:00

NEW NEW NEW WEBSITE 3D MEAT...STARTS IN FEBRUARY ...PREPARE!

2009-12-21T03:57:00.001-05:00

just get deep into your car, any car and go, past all the fun holes, past all the permanent ink and coffee beans, past that place where beers are ripe sticks of dynamite, past everyone, through everything, go far, farther, then to bed

My Intestines Are Lottery Fields

2009-11-24T16:20:00.008-05:00

you run
long distance
light years
ahead
i juggle
pumpkins
in shrubs
the kids
piss in

2009-11-15T05:08:00.001-05:00

back from hell
i brought every one a little something something
1. a saturday without stucco walls
2. the greatest one liner*
3. invisible pets
4. itch resistant skin
5. a cartwheel at the bottom of the ocean
6. the devil baths in tabasco sauce
incomplete thoughts are ripping apart the dark that used to brew inside my heart to help me spew the rot in rage layers on pages after page i can no longer see anything but cell walls this room a compost of paper and strange noises ill never know books with covers that never grow because someone forgot to teach me how to get through these window days with light just long enough to teach me the real difference between midnight and noon mattress traaaaaaaaaps i am not a cowboy i am the prince of a dream farm...

2009-11-09T10:21:00.001-05:00

the glass sneeze performed under bags of sleep it aims to please like tooth paste breaths from lung gum chests it was a saturday when chicago claimed my name but i took it back back back like money dreams and neck kisses

Squirrel Graves 1, 2 and 3

2009-10-10T04:21:00.008-04:00

I. a heart beat pumping mellow
syncing hello with percentages and proofs
we meet
of all the streets in (fill in the blank)
electric blood roaring
we meet
and Harry never met Sally
no
not like this:

a brief description of what Romeo felt =

light bends, flows and shivers
the tips of me ascend
my soul grows bigger then my body
like third grade coloring
gorgeous
one million stuffed kermit the frogs floating together in the sea
5 am and nowhere to be

II. a heart beat ripple
all the belly lint I would have let him pick
wiffle ball
becomes
pills and bills
but first
some wisdom:

1. Never swing at the high and inside fastball.
2. Look for the circle, there is always a circle.
3. Shave your head once.
4. Brush your teeth no matter what!
5. Never own a TV.
6. Go swimming twice a year.
7. Alcohol is fire.
8. Change.
9.

10. through a grave yard
all the dead stones begging
"read me"
she is there as I wonder
which ones I would have been friends with
who I might have loved
maybe she wonders too
is that my last name
no
just an L
just someone

III. a heart beat tangled
and
I want to buy your tombstone
or scatter you silly like first grade glitter
just hold still while I grow old
while this proof sinks in...

2009-10-08T05:58:00.001-04:00

in a willow fright
from life nights stuck up in stinking
hunks of chunky lights
even the shadows mope
and she wonders why i have holes
in my shining
water proof socks
i swallow and set up shop
on the inside of my insides
home is somewhere
a commercial here
there
the buffalo roam through and through
oregon here i come with oxen and flower power
just one more fantastic shower
is all i ever wanted
and some japan

2009-10-02T13:09:00.001-04:00

the lime
eats rocks
with salt teeth
for dessert
baby slime

Karate All Over Your Deathbed

2009-09-23T03:38:00.008-04:00

good milk forms monstrous spicy clots, my thoughts are water proof, my ego has gone beserk, band aids all around, forgiveness for pennies, splatter all the ocean harmony, the fun love you make inside of things felt inside, one of us dies, somehow, just a little more then the other one, drum solo to break the advice, what we living for?

a sulfur summer spent growing up insane, a maverick sidewalk leads me years into carving baby thoughts with chalk, magnify flames chipping the skin right off my soul, stranded, that polar bear in the commercials, that's me, glacial and on my way out, streams of sleep stake themselves grave sharp into my mind stumps and maybe somewhere a great oceans howls, just me screaming decades into the wind...fuck

Key Fire On the First Floor

2009-09-21T14:13:00.004-04:00

HIS ACTIVE INGREDIENTS
SOON
WILL STOP THE WHEEZING
SOON
THE DRUGS WILL COME
THEY WILL KICK OUT THEIR JAMS
TEMPORARY IS RIGHT BEFORE OR AFTER HEART SURGERY
THE MOMENTS IN BETWEEN ARE THE MEAT
SOON
THE WOLVES WILL EAT THEIR YOUNG
THEY WILL CALL IT CLOCKWORK
HE WILL CALL IT GRAHAM CRACKER CRUNCH

Lesson #2: Heart Attacks Are For Habits

2009-09-03T12:56:00.002-04:00

what were we left with but a moat for a throat
maybe
we could just be
on a wheezing death bed
made from only the finest of chipped hips
do not believe it when they tell you
if i am around when you are reading this
thank you in advance
order me a pizza
with strawberry jam for sauce
maybe
we are vitamin c
maybe
we are the molecules dream
they come and go these days
these fits of saxophonic compost
we scribble all the ink in the world til finally the sun explodes
maybe
something grows

"Shut Up" = In Sign Language

2009-09-02T03:53:00.004-04:00

one tube of lamp shade blue glue fills my ears apart, suckling blister goo from a diary of page up and downs = we translate each other's lose change roaming on slippery scooters made from vein tongue crumbs, the trails just never the length across we need them to be, so I lead and they swallow = they follow really turning pages, a ravish highlighter sparks up a bowl here and there, now a days you are no longer what you eat, just how clever the name of the drugs are you smoke, or maybe the clever drugs you drink to keep yourself the opposite of that cup is half empty, who really knows anymore, i just feel = a jigsaw puzzle wrapped up sweet tough in some rough plane ride through a chocolate cake of clouds and brain particles farted out the back of a toilet boil, the entire year goes by and your plastic ponds would never leave you behind, i could never fit the few wonderful beings in my imagination into a heart that not only refuses to translate the rocky bottoms of champagne but also the soft planets that rock me to sleep in glowing fabric sheets night after night after night = when i flush said toilet, the glass indian next to my lamp leaks, i use these tears as substitutes, god forgot to give me the part that makes life funny, place the stamp here, the final piece in this creation, the post card from the desert you ate your way out of, fifty cents later a path stretches from jumper cables to yellow light, the last gift under the tree = remember the dinosaurs, like dynamite, a stick of gum for every ant your flower power forgot, mice children glide quick into any clock with promises of combustion, we are always out of vitamin c = I breathe fire and torch anyone over the age of 30 = this is how it always starts when I get the flu, homesick for pictures and hope that stretches just long enough to goo these pages up and down...

Filler Paper

2009-08-28T12:14:00.002-04:00

Chapter Pasta: On The Moon Eating Stars

2009-08-26T15:01:00.003-04:00

We were knifing up banana bread slices when weather alert alarmed. With a tornado fucking about, I didn't want to leave the kitchen. I was in what someone somewhere calls the "bake zone." Yes, test me for steroids, the "bake zone." Folks, my cake is good because I know secrets. Ingredients you won't believe. Oh, what a man will do for love.

SCREEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO! A few windows break out and I bust out my numb chuck light saber egg beater. I can't feel my hands when I use this thing and my cake turns to gloop. I'm like super nervous or something. I have a gut urge to play with midgets and click my heels together. I skip piss drops as it hails stampedes and somewhere wild buffalo sleep inside desert meat. There goes one like cocaine passed window 3. I'm no longer made from scratch and composition is like tying some shoes. As I'm sucked out the window I screech "Well, I've earned myself a couple beeeeeeeeeeeers. I'm out of here."

After Making Your Selection

2009-08-20T03:49:00.000-04:00

The Funeral by Band Of Horses

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

American Wood

2009-08-18T04:39:00.003-04:00

with the smile of a child 15 twizzlers into his favorite motion picture i clap my hands swallowing the last of my juice box, the glue between eighteen and thirty, the nuts ive grown a thousand times letting them slip like drops of ketchup into and onto stuff not even the milk man could stomach, little promises here all wrapped up in cherry apple scratch and sniff foil, the only flavor i let my fabric tongue in on anymore, beer just so sticky, vodka just too russian, three bar tabs later just chasing the first sip, it's really less about how much electricity you use and more about what your condoms are made out of...

with the smile i must of flashed, teeth white as toilet, gums pink as nipples, always know i knew before you the way to sesame street, the freezing depths a chap like me has to sink into for electric versions of truth, the sap i have to suck inch by inch off the slime trails you people leave, the graves i dig deep down into just bored to death of the darkness i make flashlights from the earth, dirt snowmen, exact replicas of my friends magnesium, sodium, potassium and calcium, we are only allowed to hang out when our moms take prescriptions and juggle men around as if to say "could you hand me another twizzler..."

Jello Kayak

2009-08-11T15:03:00.001-04:00

The days now are rain
pooling up
liquid domino's
from under a rubber coat I rage
my body is a blender
shit smoothies all around

Fantastic and Slack

2009-08-11T15:01:00.000-04:00

death to camels
welcome home disco feet
had to much cola
mango sand smoothies
coral reef infection cream
southern maine
grapefruit muscles
athletical earthworms
nautical pears
plastic bake sale

death to camels
farewell money meat
had to o much o coka
flamingo band groovy
duck tooth calculator beams
subtract additional blame

Charcoal Corona

2009-08-01T13:34:00.000-04:00

Dirty Dishes, from the deep

2009-07-28T17:02:00.006-04:00

foam rocks decapitating baby cymbal tinks inside the left and right femur cloth dolls that recently attacked themselves to my medula oblongator teeth type deal which decides for itself when it wants to process english language into gas cob webby emachine digital gold lining the tubulactic plastic button bubble clots that no one has the guts to press up upon with carpet paper paint wireless croissants sliding into the ever glade spray cheesy acidic fathoms that just became and will forever be remembered as the mouse clicking futuristicly in your hand...

Fill Her Up

2009-07-24T15:37:00.000-04:00

jenny craig cigars
smoke the graham fat flesh away
exhale the piss mist, little stinky black mamba's
the periodic table flexing it's twisted muscles
oxygen on acid
you breathe in what I breathe out
betty spaghetti will never know your name
only that your lungs reek
and this dish is out of mints

Roast Ya Toast

2009-07-19T11:52:00.004-04:00

the men with all their pulpy armpits suckling beers in sogging sunlight crusts, fingertips blistered in lazor beam smoke rust, with milky flicks of the tongue they spit, gulp and munch the way through woman, work and woe, each word a hairy ray of light, a hellish basket bashing and basking in all the monday morning kisses forgotten in thrust love, as misremembered as lightnining bolts and bank accounts, who knew the world that we live in is just a cancerous calender, a saturday swallowing orgasms, snore dust and trying to make history for the first time in life...

SLEEP LEAK

2009-07-18T14:03:00.002-04:00

RINGING OUT MY SOUL
OH
I COULD SWALLOW YOU WHOLE!

A Little Bit of Downer

2009-06-26T14:02:00.006-04:00

YAAAAA! from the depths of my slungs....

2009-06-25T02:16:00.006-04:00

you are the pavement goo sucked up into the depths of my ever shoes
the blood current snacking against my now twistable love handles
candles would be better, I could burn them off
in the next sentence vegetable justice = horrible things
The vegetable justice.
the meat i shall beat off your face to make stuff with

like

awesome sandwich now consists of:

1. a drum solo with breadsticks, eat that Bonham!

2. serial killers with knife commercials/Jack the Ripper Knifes

(if you cant catch them, sign them
to lengthy contracts, )

3. the inside of anything you have ever wanted to touch or what electricity tastes like...

4. sour cream and onion gatorade

5. the grandfather who was you when he was you, minus a cell phone or two

6. the exact milligrams of any pill that makes you smarter then your current age... this pill is the exact opposite of enzyte...

7. the thing your grandma thinks is so much more then a thing as long as she is still thinking for herself (example: the education of her grandchildren whose first name reminds her of a lake she happened upon when she was "miss i dont know what the hell i am doing with my life," which is really just another way of saying "young," and neither will my child/ren or will they?)

fuck the ABC's, use the EFG's

Vocab Cremation

2009-06-12T04:34:00.003-04:00

this is a definition
sexual gestalt welcomes you
I hope your future is bright as I will now dim the lights
there are no exits
there is only the first layer of an influential piece written entirely too potato hot
if you have blue eyes and/or you are a mother stop reading soon
each and every word dreams out of the tips of my fingers like easy cheese
the tail end of a great piss
sneezing when your all alone
a picture of a girl you will never meet

/

peeling apart rainbows
eating a unicorn
pressure washing baby bunnies eyeballs apart
lesbian blood brothers (yes that blood)
placenta steaks

REDEMPTION INEVITABILITY IS THE VIRTUOUS EFFECTS OF THE PASSAGE OF TIME ON ONE"S CHARACTER!!! - p.17 JUNE 2009 ESQUIRE

I steal mail and
i've set the mood
now please jack off...

Why It Is It to Hate You Through

2009-06-02T04:25:00.003-04:00

CLAP ON
my biscuit shelves
my gravy is wet
my pavement is the ass end of an ass end
the torture puke
the black girl they call midnight
the security envelopes licking
lemon secretions
the only reason I get up any more is to clean up after my roommates
I know this as an alarm goes off and I'm greeted with morning wood
and NO AXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX E?
when everyone collects money
the real difference between the world and me
is how much more I am willing to spare
and sleep
and sleep
and I thought I said CLAP ON
if you talk to god you are bob
if he talks to you you crazy bitch
glass scraps
want to rub a bowl of drugs all over like soap
want to click my heels together and float
want to pick my nose on a stage in front of cape cod
I want a penis for a thumb
I will hitch hike from the ass end to the end of the american cream
all the way
like the dynamite fuse
the only way I'm ever getting off
is going through you
nobody puts baby anywhere
CLAP OFF

Tracer Bulletsssssssssssssssssssssssss

2009-05-15T21:29:00.002-04:00

UPDATE: !! The only thing everyone has in common is Harry Potter and my hands are on steroids...

Love Gulp Saliva / Flea Sides and Disparities / ALL THE HORRID BULL DICK OF APRIL BEING PLAYED IN MAY

2009-05-01T14:02:00.015-04:00

RAW SHEEP CHIPS...

EAT TO WORK SLEEP TO WORK WORK TO WORK WORK! - PIEBALD

with a beaver tail tongue slapping
bashing my best teeth around
marching the marches
washing the darkness
wiping the love gulp saliva away with my lungs
three deep ocean skin swims
up up and away
four wishes, one for each pocket

boot thick leather lashes
I float grouchy
drug dreaming on rugs
my wizard piss smells
somewhere elmo laughs
lime green and lit and eggy fume
matted fur floss shackles
ghost steps sprawling all over these body parts
beaming like virgin black bra's
I am a raider with a trigger finger blister
steinbeck's pointer swelled up smoldering
pop me with a bullet
I will bleed rainbow broth
follow the trail trail trail
cluck your heels together
and breathe in the ozone
sober

before your liver equips it's slippers
lets play frisbee with your fun tumor slivers
for the same reason they have never made computers with vcr's

smile stickers cover the fun cancer I got from too much sun in Cancun
removed one hundred days to late with a scaple one hundredth of an inch slick

Just maybe God meant to give her x-ray vision but forgot to give her eyes instead. Meant to give her a a dragon her dog guides her off the sidewalk and into the grass, he dumps, she pulls him, tapping her walking stick, trying to find that hard surface she was on before. Pulling, pulling, the dog wanting one way, the girl the other, spun around and before it's too late she has stepped in shit. It is this exact moment when I know I will never feel bad for anyone again because what I didn't tell you would break your heart. Across the street sits a 30 foot statue. The founding father of some college. The night before someone stuck tampons all over him. Around this statue cops on their tip toes pluck these things off, each one drawing boo's and cheers from the students who have gathered with nothing better to do. The girl hears this and starts to cry. From her point of view they were laughing at her and her shit shoes.

There was this blind girl today. Her dog walked off the path to take a dump, she corrected him, mid-dump, back to the pavement. He goes back to the grass to continue, she corrects him again. This time as she pulls him back, he continues shitting, dropping his goods in the path of the blind girl. She steps in it, Across the street there is a statue that someone has stuck tampons to. It must have be 40 feet tall. Police are using unbent stretched coat hangars, like you might use to break into your car, standing on their tip toes, slapping these white stringy things off. Students are standing around in a circle laughing.

soon smoking shall be against the law
alcohol will be the only reason you go to church
pink will replace the red in our flag
children will be born immune to everything
they'll tell us we are better for all of this
but we will still fear death
while addicted to technology
and terrified that everyone else is leaving us behind...

College with all its yellow brick roads. Spray

painted gold, four years to scratch the surface.

Five years to figure out what the hell? Six

years from now knowing you were a destined

fuck up skipping along without a brain.

Give up. Go home. Save yourself the money

before you fall in love and find yourself

limping alone without your golden heart.

buffet decay
my intestines are solar powered
I once shit two D batteries while giving a speech on

"THE TEN PLACES TO NEVER GO SWIMMING"

IDEA! = death row inmates have to pick their death out of a hat...

Swirling my thumbs around, blue with boredom, my arms are magic wands and I never miss, even when I piss, sick of jamming gold spells down silver throats, in my lab mashing up potions that only ever last ten kisses, I knew this going in, that I'd fall in love with every town I ever spit in, every girl that ever grew hair passed the shoulders, citrus cooler gatorade, times when she'd tried to write her name in the snow, (she did not have a dick), melting from the inside out, stomach cancer, born with two arms but only ever using my magic one, everyone is sad but never sad enough,

I let everything in and tuck it away, swirling my thumbs around every single day, crumbling along, through times and temperatures coated in skunk piss, pissing away one day, one year, one life and a voice calls, "For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled,*" I jiggle my glowing arms around, pointing them at every one I've ever met, yawning, yawning, I sigh a magic spell, "Trees, trees, don't wait up for me, I've lost my gift, we can no longer be..."

broken left turns and heartache rights

close your eyes and fade away as the old men die and we live another day

*Raoul Duke

pick up the frog and eat him or throw him up in the air and hit him with a baseball bat over that fence that looks old when it rains because it is infested with termites that eat only after 3am on tuesdays knowing this because I set my alarm for this because it is one of the few sounds that there is no telling will make the shit hit the fan

On my back in a field glaring up at things I shall never understand. Our juices flow like cracked eggs. Our blankets are mops, our pillows are muzzles.

Sticking my tongue into your ear I want to clean your skull. All night long I am a q-tip. All night long we cum floods. I want to snort drugs out of your cunt. God damn.

My best friends are shedding. What I do not know. They wish they had been born a long time ago. I wish I was yet to be born.

If I were a giant pumpkins would be my gumballs, bags of concrete would be my salt, I’d make salads out of cherry trees, I’d climb up to heaven and take showers with god, the only thing to fear would be powerlines, tiny booby traps, now my head is really in the clouds…

Replacing my tonsils with a blacklight, my teeth forever white

My eyes see only what they want to be

My shoelaces are golden pubes,

Shave my beard with you tongue,

Hearts dropped like flashlights in the dark,

Fat barnacles and no one to tell you what to be anymore but has-beens…

Gummy bear clouds

My body whistling through the air like a waffle ball.

My palms started to cry grizzly bear owls.

That time we made out when we were both sick felt like warm molasses, felt like liquid fireworks exploding in my throat,

There is an opera in my backyard

The crickets search of saucers

Things I’ll never know are whispered

In the sand we search for ghost’s

Somewhere Blackbeard is softly screaming to me

Telling me all about my nine lifes

We start stabbed to death with toothpicks

We end choking on pudding

I am waterlogged

My eyes are crossed

Meryl Streep tastes like apricot

I ran over Milton’s foot

Satan told me to do it that way

His throat hummed with pain

My body is rain

Their blood, it's still wet. Still red. Still lonely. It wants it's body back. Instead it's got pavement. It's soaking, evaporating. Like a fish out of water. But it's ok, you never saw them. You were on some drugs. I wouldn't have seen them either if I was as sad as you. They were so green they blended right into the grass. Oh well. Oh well. Just get the hose and wash the pavement off. Before the kids get home. Before the neighbors notice. You were on drugs. Those frogs blended right into the grass. That's what you will tell them.

one of these days ill stumble upon something two good like three wishes to give me what i've wanted forever like five livers and six hundred friends all stuck together under seven thousand pounds of fun still screaming up laugher at eight in the morning so that when i'm ninety years old i'll have ten million memories...

She swallowed. She swallowed and once again she had a throat of mucous. Was she getting sick again? She had been drinking. She spit. Creamy, green mucous again. It reminded her of Slimer, yea from the Ghostbusters. She wondered what it would be like to have him as a pet. What it would be like to sneak a little bite out of him as he slept. He'd probably taste like lime. They would probably be best friends.
She'd been swallowing these gobs of mucous for months now. Her stomach was swollen with it. Where it all comes from? The nose is an amazing beast. Like the Mississippi or Niagra. Most likely it was cancer and she was dying, but who wants to wake up early to go to the doctor? She'd rather just die, oblivious, on her own. Save her family the money so they could go to Hawaii instead. Make a few extra payments on all their disease free merchandise.
She used to believe that she was allergic to toothpaste. I mean she had no choice. Everytime she would clean them, she would vomit. It never mattered what time of day it was.
An entire life spent puking and you'd think she'd be really good at it. Maybe develop some new techniques. You know something other than ulcers.
Turns out Aquafresh isn't all that great. Crest and Mentadent taste like

He had read the book before, before and before, back when, when reading was like watching the ocean play piano on the shore. He had read it as many times as he’d had an Advil. But this time, this time, something was different. His eyes were more alive, darting in and out of every passage, as if he became every word for a split second. The words, today, had meaning. The first time he read the book the cover was what had gotten him. The cover and its colors and of course the title. The title made him itch like fiberglass. It was a picture of a tropical island, covered in snow, with flamingos with flashlights for beaks. Yes the cover had provoked him, provoked him to read the book to understand the title. He had read the book before, before and before, maybe 1,000 times. Yet this time something was different. He put the book down to wonder, to wonder what the hell it was. He lit a fresh cigarette. He lit another. Another. Oh yes now he knew. This was the first time he had ever read the book sober. He was usually drunk. Not birthday 21 drunk but Sunday football drunk. The kind of drunk where you never meant to get drunk but somehow you did and you’re glad. He inhaled the cigarette and exhaled the cancer.

Saturday night has got me again, man, as if this was a game of flashlight tag, except my liver can never dodge the beam, just sling me a piece of gum, watermelon gum, because earlier when I chewed a piece I forgot I had gum in when I brushed my teeth and I blink 4 times because it doesn’t matter what time of day it is, I’m going to puke, because something in the paste just makes it that way, like an entire life spent hovering over a toilet, thinking, thinking, thinking, although no I’m not an airplane pilot I’ve learned a lot about bile, a lot more then you, or you, or you I’m sure…

I’ve got guts enough to tell you I love you but not enough to overdose on drugs while beating our kids so you can count me out for the Chinese torture sex party

FLAVORED SAND AND COOKIE JAPANS

Tobacco lungs, beer guts, white grass and hot breathe, grasping images of images, does it get anymore extreme then overdosing on drugs while you beat your kids?? Leaky faucets, Chinese torture, melted snowman, coal in a sinful stocking, camel lungs, bullet butts, The Great Flu is depression, coughing pink frosty beer breathes, heart attack after heart attack, and a Loch-ness monster that was beaten as a child, so he beats himself…

Vampires in tanning beds, werewolves with mouths full of spoons, cats to sip mountain dew

A grain of sand for every one of my sins,

Fills up a thousand jars, when did I begin?

I’d say when I was sixteen, or six, or six months old…

When I was young and full of the cold curdling mold…

…Blankets, wombs, pillows, bilicals, lifelines, lifelines, lifelines to everyone and everything but active dialogue with nature, because if the white birch tree could talk, it would be the next Mariah Carey…

My whiskers are coated in slimy, crinkled thoughts,

When I’m bored I pluck them out to pick my teeth,

To pick out the nicotine and beer,

I spit and sigh, out air that could weigh a ton,

I need new things,

Hucking

Out breaths that were so much sweeter when sucked in and down,

Reflections in sleeping tv’s,

my yellow eyes make me a fat cat,

The couch is my litter box,

Had I of known college was like this,

I would have breathed in deep, sunk to the bottom of a pool and dreamt of sad sleeping cats…

One purple night, the three of us found ourselves tasting. We oozed youth and trudged on through the horror. It was on this side of town that we were scared. It was the atmosphere. Something was different. It was 42 acres of forest, a half dozen weeping owls, fences full of knifes, rivers full of ivy's, prickles, snatchers, stickers, mosquito traps and sinkholes. We were looking for money trees. We were sweating off our souls, tasting death and freezing.

When it happens I’m not sure if its real but I wake up and my cats a nightlight glowing like maybe the last thing you might see before you die maybe I blink a few times or I just shiver and fall back asleep or start dreaming inside of my dream but however it happens my alarm goes off and I step into a pile of puke and most likely its mine but I feel this urge to blame it on the cat and even though I’m pretty sure that I can still taste it yup I can I go ahead and smash the nightlight so that it shatters pieces of glass

T-REX says, "in the blink of an eye the fun is done"
PANDA BEAR says, "I lost a thousand loves because I was afraid of the sun"
ELEPHANT says, "I've never been inside of anyone, only people inside of me"
MASTER SPLINTER says, "your best friends are not trees"
DOUG FUNNY says, ""
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS says, ""
KURT COBAIN says, "

eat your ginger pills immediately
mischief is about to ride us all out of breathe
you will feel nothing for my characters
they are mucous graveyards
abstinent priests wet dreams
non-alcoholic beers
come back another time

and a hummingbird was a piano
and a shot of whiskey was a If an alarm clock was an orgasm
If Tinkerbell was a pillow

he plays a fantastic swirling piano, like if a hummingbird was a trumpet, if a glass of merlot was a bottle of flutes, if an alarm clock was an orgasm, if tinkerbell was a pillow, like when the red sox win it snows strawberry ice cream, like if conversation was white water rafting or austrailia, if saying your sorry was like winning the lottery, like if we sneezed febreze or hundred dollar bills, like if instead of burning in hell we all just kind of melted together into a giant shepherd's pie or a symphony...

There's only so much you can lie about in prison before the things that everyone thinks happens, happens. You will find that boredom is really your worst enemy. The guys on my block went so insane they used to play this game.

She wanted me to tell you that if she was a mosquito, well, you know

And that every time your alarm clock went off she had an orgasm

And that you tasted less like Australia and more like Amsterdam

She wanted me to tell you that yes, one day we will all sneeze condoms

And that saying your sorry is probably nothing like a wet dream

And that instead of burning in hell we all just kind of melt together into a giant boner

duty and responsibility,

obligation and task,

A bail of shit lumes over my head today…and has for the past year…

Today my birthday, the 262^nd day of the year,

Nothing more or less, just a day, like the one before and the one after

It was that month right after hot but not nearly cold or cold enough,

Those days of the year where you freeze if you go swimming but you can still swing on the sets,

I cry a lot, all the time it seems

I have bad eyes because of this, I’m terribly colorblind,

I see pink grasshoppers and purple ants,

When I fall and scrape my knee, my blood is black,

Today was someone’s birthday but after my morning liquor drink I’ve forgotten whose,

Today I was ten, I think, my so-called dad was at work,

So I’d gone outside to fry the green worms with the sun’s gold…

It was 8 AM and I took a swig of my busch light to keep making what I was doing fun,

Life is a bunch of boring surrounded by a bunch of semi boring that we call fun,

dreams, dreams

I have them all the time, especially on Sunday nights…

They make the days seem not so the same,

Your birthday is only fun for one reason and that’s because you know your friends are jealous of you,

For all the presents you will get of course,

So I was frying the ants, waiting for my party that would begin around 5,

Attracting the bastards with a slice of dripping blue watermelon,

Attempting to quench their thirst with the sticky juice and killing them, drowning some, frying the rest like marshmallows…

I was trying out my evil, my inherited trait,

Planting a seed in heaven that would grow to be large by my old age,

Sinning away the days,

Cementing the roots and growing into the apple tree that I know I would be,

The more I thought about what I was doing the less I drank and the more I smiled…

October, October, some Latin word gone wrong,

The one month of the year where summer loves are either walked off a plank or buried deep under the skin like a lime tick,

So desperate to live on 1 more year,

We are, and we will

Halloween is the only thing to look forward to but not for me,

My fathers a dentist, and a bastard

Sometimes I drink and burn pictures of him,

And pretend that he’s dead,

Somehow October is the only month I let myself slide,

Where I let myself kill,

And hate,

And sin,

Because last year my dad killed my mom,

In October,

But he doesn’t know that I saw him and the gun,

And that I heard the scream and the bullet enter my mom’s skull,

He doesn’t know, but I know

So I drink and wait,

For more birthday’s,

For more ants,

For revenge…

He was wrong. It is not vegetable love, it is a viscious dove. It is how much fat you can cover up with your clothes, drawing attention from your wicked waist to your nose. Not wealth. wealthy.

it is not vegetable love, HE was wrong, it's more appearance then anything, not wealth, maybe wealthy, five years of swallowing, sneezing, digesting, finally jump roping brain-nificent conversations, not cum, WE are forever forced to bite down hard, gritting and ripping fragments that make years melt away, choking digestion that takes all day, kissing because they brush my teeth and I don't, fucking only to exercise, IT IS NOT VEGETABLE LOVE, he was wrong, it's health, its really more appearance then anything, tommorrow's tommorrow, yesterday's yesterday, slipping into a tomatoe a voice swells up lungs...

for fifteen minutes I was the only person who existed. it happened while as I was sitting, staring, off into gobs of the sky above, the ocean below.

when then i wish for the ability to rename - like i'd call peanut butter / nut goo and jelly / fruit ooze - simple things like that - i'd wish for the ocean to taste like citrus cooler gatorade -

Jelly fish find me attractive is what I said to the man as he pissed on me

It wasn’t disgusting until I got home later and was watching Outbreak

It made me thank whoever for making sea creatures immune to diseases

I mean have you ever seen a shark with aids?

Maybe one of those giant glowing squids holds the cure…

The organ donor died when he was drunk. His liver was transplanted later that night into the body of a ten year old. We all know what she grew up to be. (Which makes me wonder if receiving Tom Hanks heart would make me a good actor)

I was out of ketchup so I cut myself, dribbling blood onto my cheeseburger and french fries.

Someone might call this Jack's diary. A priest might call it his confessional. It is only ever going to be a moment in time. I relay no secrets or sins. Only moments of emotion, of what feels like truth on any given day. A few days ago I had my fifteen minutes of fame. I forgot everyone I knew entirely. Nothing existed but the present. The past wasn't failure, the future wasn't hope.

like an amber left over from an eruption of the earth's adrenaline

the trees melt and burst into thousands of orange things

their cries are sharp and loud

they scream as chainsaws cut their skin and spill their guts

"I need more paper" is the loudest cry of all

"I need business cards and flyers and posters of all of my favorite things"

Zeus would not agree with any of this

he would strike us down with lightning

extinguish our smoldering bodies with tidal waves

in my world Zeus's bolts miss and start a forest fire

In my world the entire world is watching me strut through the streets in my slick shoes

all the while handing out my business cards...

WHEN THE GUM KICKS IN I"M BLINKING BRICKS MASSIVE LAYERS OF SWARMING

a frog tried to eat me the other day i had not showered in a few days so i didnt blame him i must have looked so much like a bug i tried to speak to him but he would have none of it so i just picked him up and gave him a kiss altho0ugh it could just as easily of been a she

I'm not sure anymore. of anything. I might miss my friends or at least the three that laugh. or I might just miss their phone calls. maybe knowing that they are there is better then them. who knows anymore.

they were outside. there was a river so they could have been in the water. they could have been underwater but then the first sentence would have read they were underwater and then they could have just been kids underwater in a bath tub. they were at that age where they knew what they were doing and as long as the other one was impressed then the consequences never seemed to matter. they had been outside for days.

Captain Americock: "You listen to the way I snap my fingers. They say it will give you goosebumps on your kidneys. My mother used to stir her coffee with a dildo.

Rather swallow snails then spend another dime lashing up my time in the town, spilling past fields where my body had yet to betray me, where stomach ulcers were strikeouts, you came, more than one time, it never mattered which side had more lightbulbs, our scoreboard always read seventeen,

I wasn’t always like this. Finding excitement in things that I will never remember.

It was a little over a year ago, when my friends bet me I couldn’t use my left hand.

I’m bubble wrap. I pop when I get mad. The sound drives me insane.

I paddle north with southern oars.

Every time you read this it will be like our first kiss.

My prayers have become nightmares. There are things in my stomach that are exploding.

The Salted Snails Wrath I had a depression where you couldn't not remember to take your pills

Swing from the shallow ends of your moat, your throat did when his hand went missing deep into everyone else, your talent is smoking, playing offense with cigarettes,

Candy Penny, she’s sitting in a room, no bigger then the one your in, cutting off heads. She glues one over the face of Reese Witherspoon, another over Halle Berry, one over her mom.

The Pumpkin Hunter makes his own gum. It’s supposed to taste like death.

I wanted to tell her that somewhere around November I had made some very fashionable decisions. I was no longer going to shave the little black hairs that liked to sprout out of my nipples. I was going to bite my toe-nails and I wasn’t going to floss anymore.

She probably could walk on water. All I know is that I wanted to gargle her.

Everything you do is an art. Just knowing you are going to die should be motivation enough.

I didn’t like the music so I made my own. Grew it from this feeling in my belly and grew it good.

When the devil’s on weapon was a piece of fruit and look at what he has done. I mean replace the apple with a banana, a cucumber. We were lucky it was only an apple.

Money isn’t everything I learned that from a tree. My stomach lining is torn from the constant butterflies.

THE PARADOX EFFECT

CARD BORED GUS

The light bulb that was on has just popped and I was only just able to catch a glimpse of what now surrounds me in the dark.

It’s easier to sin in darkness.

Slopping around on the beach, I watch seagulls make love. The sand dances in the wind, the waves high five the shore. I bury myself in warm sand, pretending I’m young again, a baby in mother’s arms. The ocean tastes like sweat tea. Slopping around on the beach.

I wish my cat would wake me during the best part of a dream,

so I could never ever realize what that dream was to mean…

I wander through life, like a buffalo dodging arrows,

I wonder what will happen to MARIO when technology brings us a 4^th dimension…

Instead of my mental night dream, I die slowly, with dark thoughts, instead of quick in my head as I slept

The guts are bubbling up, they are conclusive, and giant, and explosive

Shattering and flinching, its shocking, you will forget this as you grow old

The brains will spit up, the bones will melt, your eyes will sneeze and crack and blink

And go on living even though it was all you could ever think

Pink marble bowling balls hit for 500 foot homeruns,

Crushing the pink hearts of fifty year old fans,

No one ever has a heart attack and screams “finally,”

Lungs suck in heavy air and fingers grab at rib cages,

The saddest rib cage in the world isn’t empty at all,

But full of drunk love for drunk people with drunk personalities,

And isn’t that why we drink?

Right here, for this?

To say things we would just think

To scream things we would just speak

To laugh at things we would cry about

Alcohol is nothing but a moment

It is a rubber band

Stretching and stretching our stomachs

Pulling on our skin, burning us from the inside out

The only thing not afraid of the sun is pubic hair

Drunk pubic hair

Ghostly white and ghastly deeds with green goblins running around spitting on the healthy trees,

Solid gold ink

When new ideas smell like fresh slices of peach pink,

Our rib cages weren’t made for bullets,

I ride around with loaded guns, go out on Halloween hayrides and shoot pumpkins with shotgun shells,

I imagine each pumpkin looks like a kernel might before it explodes into a piece of popcorn,

Oh a flash of pale bright white,

Of orange juice dripping guts,

Of life,

It all boils down to 3 left turns,

To 3 left turns and no fourth,

Soon sharks adapt to the beach like crocs did the swamp,

Soon Nike makes shoes that let you walk on water,

Jelly fish find me attractive is what I said to the man as he pissed on me

It wasn’t disgusting until I got home later and was watching Outbreak

It made me thank whoever for making sea creatures immune to diseases

I mean have you ever seen a shark with aids?

Maybe one of those giant glowing squids holds the cure…

There was an earthquake inside of my guts just now

I am now either smarter or sadder

I am now best friends with Richter Scale and he just bought me an aftershock

My left foot has shattered

My left friends are fractured

My right friends are gone

The cores are pulsing full of broken hands to mend

These ruptured bones and hearts are piss drunk black parts

Dear god, wife beating knuckled darts

If you want angel wings

If you want to ride dragons

If want a cape

If you want a private jet

If you want a parachute

If you want an umbrella

Just close those eyes and grin

And jump jump jump like ache corns from sunny trees in dark times

Oh david woe is me

Oh Solomon war is me

How could you let Shakespeare out do you?

How is his ink brighter than yours?

How can a bible be no match for a Juliet?

An entire bible with no great reason to love?

If fear creates wisdom then it also creates doubt

Because what good is believing everything you read if your not smart enough to question it…

Shakespeare’s pen must have been full of noxema, so clear it all is…

Taking time off to live a little without documentation…

Sanka, Ya Dead Mon?

2009-04-27T23:18:00.003-04:00

nah mon, but barely a jewel left in me lungs, nothing but chaos and crinkle fries left now, this could be the wolfy bends, my teeth done reverse lathered, stinky mattresses left blaring off the bog each time I crimp down, chalking up me daisies now scratching invisible visible stripper hair, no more pearl plants round round, shots of snot limp paraplegic digestion frowned into me best chest holes, nah mon, me ain't dead, but I ain't human no more...

Paper / Rock / Chainsaws*

2009-04-06T00:14:00.006-04:00

pink marble leak
into handle bars that make the toilet sound
sand dollars for summer tips
dead beat everything
pick the salami pits from the peach globes
pluck the fun right from the dirt notes
the sound of my cleats
the fizzle in the fingers of the innocent skin
now a wash
a soapy residue spins yellow down my sides
bleach my brain
comma chameleon
crust shutters
the pause button on the light speed
the spider shitting his web
skin is a zip lock bag
on auto pilot in a violent silence
the advil puppies
the sun runs heavy in malibu's
the bright gas bears just tanks of highways away
the un-clicking of a gator door
flicks me out of bare feet
into a monday's monday
black musts fill a belly
a right hand made of jelly

*FORE!

Cherry Ambush

2009-04-03T02:48:00.002-04:00

we kiss each other for a blink
we are ice cubes, thrust together into cups of stuff
melting, matches too far apart to puss
we are weekends, love blankets that wrap us up right
shoelaces, tangling in these carolina nights
we will always remember these games
in fits of lonely gushes
in chairs
rocking off our rust
in all the gas money you ever gave away to fuck
the speed tokens you toss flipped to a god who has never even driven a car
by far the worst moment of your life having to admit you might forever be a moment
a complete cell of knowledge knowing nothing but the difference between truth and beauty
because in the absolute flush end of life
everyone you are trying to impress is already dead
and truth is your father pissing away every taste bud in his body
and beauty is a blink

Clark Kent's Left Eye = The Rodent Crumbles = Nursing Home Pete

2009-03-26T20:28:00.003-04:00

again
chocolate chip cookies
wrapped tough in tin river jigsaw robes of kaleidoscope foils
by grandma
oven hands
blended from tropical bengal tiger breathe
years ago
now
hands dipped into blue whale blow holes
ice chasms
flay open and steam warms the blue from her veins
pray open and hope churns the goo from her brain
for a sliver of time
years ago we knew
frozen
a mind full of shivering fish
brain cells that used to make the weight of the world melt into cool drinks
fit to share with wonderful people who could never leave you behind
but left you behind in mid-creation
on the brink of your imagination
a blizzard began to rot
rusted shut in hallucination
held together by a heart refusing to pump oil
with oven hands
refusing to warm
grandma is now a chocolate chip cookie
hibernating
saving up all the flavor she can
and as she bakes in the oven
the people will say
"solar blue ventricles flesh bars that let some love in flares crushed silk glacier pillows inside I know we are God's science fair project Jesus should send us a letter at the halfway point tip of the knife your murder gets two thumbs down it just wasn't sharp enough for anyone too quick to enjoy a grenade of strings all snapped some gleaming some Christmas lights could make me cry cups of tea to the beat of the tapping snow death blankets for the willows inside somewhere god could snap his fingers give everyone two thumbs up for trying because at the end of the day we are all illegal immigrants trying to sneak our way into heaven and when they baked grandma she smelled like kittens and the weight of the world was nothing more than cereal"

COMING SOON...

2009-03-20T01:23:00.003-04:00

STAKE JACKSON
MISS PURPLE CHUNK
SENOR PAIN SAUCE
MOOSE NAPALM
RUBY JUICE
BOLOGNA JONES
DYNAMITE JELLY
and CAPTAIN AMERICOCK

in

RAW SHEEP CHIPS

Fossil Broth

2009-03-18T01:34:00.005-04:00

my children's children's folded up crisp and twisted just right like the string on a kite
A father stuck lumped at half mast decades into a future roasted together like the split ends of God's charcoal thick hair
I was once one hour away from exactly the way I wanted to be
a child with his intestines hung and strung in all the right places, like the streams that grow and swell with the color of the clouds
now canoe slime stale, I breathe to keep my mother breathing
and just minutes into my first credit card I taught myself how to kill myself
...
Vonnegut once said that smoking is the slowest form of suicide
and I'm the jesus light at the end of the tunnel

Back

2009-03-16T16:35:00.003-04:00

vacation was a short story, a single chapter with just enough action verbs to get me through another year, for two weeks I was in charge of what went into my body and what did not, I was the custodian of my own soul, yes, now I'm back, with enough special effects to become the last line of defense between the real world and the world I don't need a bank account to create...

French Life Jacket's

2009-03-02T16:54:00.002-05:00

Oh! The Places You'll Go!

2009-02-25T01:29:00.005-05:00

It was in that stench of a summer that I started to wear perfume.
Displaying and spraying it on all the skin I knew she would admire most, in the secret places I knew we would end up later. A couch, a carpet, a closet.
We were caterpillars packed tooth tight into cocoons of crackling light, just flexible enough in all the right places to click swollen glances into the glasses of the other's swelling eye's. We reflected the invisible things that God gave both of us yet did not give to himself. A conscience. Compassion. A clit. A cock. As elegant as I know how to say it, at least we will smell like cherry blossoms as we burn in hell.

14 Minutes 69 Seconds

2009-02-20T12:05:00.007-05:00

grandmother is dead again
her brain has spoiled
all the silver lining in her memory slivers
gone
her daughter's children
her favorite pizza
Jeopardy is now a rubic's cube
waking up is now a mystery

they carol as my teeth grind

find these numbers in a movie for a gift: 42 + 85 596 + 287 hint: sticky tongue christmas witch

Cracked open and chugging. I could feel myself twisting, warm, through her intestines. How blood tickles when it trickles down you. She screamed, "There are bee's in my blood." Later, it was dark. She could of been a pile of manure.

I have visions of turtle doves hanging upside down on birch trees, waiting, with little pens and pads of paper, scribbling chicken scratch, stuffing notes into thick envelopes, cramming them into the mailbox down below.

I time myself doing everything. It all started on my 12th birthday when my parents got me a stop watch.

Lucid Gloomy

2009-02-19T20:25:00.007-05:00

w e
ar e
noth ing

b ut
th e
cha tter
o f
o ur
bl ue
je an
zip pers
pic king
thems elves
apart

The Rudest Of Rats

2009-02-17T18:50:00.003-05:00

I'll be around in hearts lined with sandwich plastic, cherry rivulets of cheap thesaurus cola lining the skinny bag tissue that is my laundry cave, oh the places I've hidden over the years, cleansing and sewing, knitting and scrubbing my lemon scars, becoming more and more concentrate, noodle like in my river quests that begin in the spit I swallow, a moist treasure map with dog slobber helicopters floating decimals through an inferno network of blood pulse, it rains ball point pens in my mind, liters of Octobers and thick octopuses, constant shooting star spare parts, napkins for paddles, super soaking up all the bile from the beehive rampage's that have slit me shadow to soul...

Crumb Thrillz

2009-02-17T11:13:00.002-05:00

AIR FRESHING DELIGHT!
PINK LEMONADE
GULPS
DEEP
INTO THE NIGHT!

The Who Knobs?

2009-02-12T15:46:00.003-05:00

?
Moose Napalm shall return February 20th as I am currently in a state of absolute jelly...
?

Fucking On Cheap Tequila In Greensboro

2009-02-09T13:57:00.003-05:00

CHECK IT OUT

I'm No Longer Sure Why I Need A Left Hand

2009-02-06T01:05:00.005-05:00

Basting my body in cologne.
Trying to attract things I can devour.
Even as I smile at myself in the mirror
I know how sad a man is
by how late he stays up.

S:

2009-02-05T12:24:00.001-05:00

GLOW SLOW CHAPS GLOW SLOW

my tongue chops chunks of comets out of my chomp pit, clucking these tangled, rotting masses of streaking, soaking, stinking, swelling sentences up, up and away, each one a different scream, summer night, sex dream, spiraling light with no strings attached, just up into cotton sticky clouds, grey snapping turtle's with shark skin for shells, somewhere the moon is a just a lozenge sucking every single person to sleep, the muzzle of a shotgun blasting chest full of superglue, sweat, sheep, grinding all those sunday sinners into toliet seat meat, my cheeks swish eyelash splashes of stories around like rope swings, the only listerine I'll ever know, it's in these sentences that I sizzle, clap and fuck like a clock...

she's scrubbing now in tubs of holy water sliding quick! into chum seas, spoiled paper, soggy peas, sailors with nothing but seagull blood for rum, the reason her mother drinks gasoline on sundays, turning her sips into bullets...

The Werewolf of Disco Fever Swamp

2009-02-05T12:00:00.003-05:00

CHECK IT OUT

Some Flesh Mist

2009-02-03T11:37:00.006-05:00

it's not butterflies = it's curdling blood
it's not hope = it's being scared of what is to come
it's not seeing = it's choosing what your shown
it's not sleep = it's shutting out the world

crows everywhere babble nab two of them junk their crust feathers off coat them in pastel paste them on my shoes jog attempt to keep up sprint spray paint my spirit passed me the ball tommorrow my hand shall be slick but I will be so open as a lid pearl clam hands dry think I might fly too jungle to trade my flight shoes for the answers to biology end scene drop from heights could make your dick shrivel like salt slugs earthworm wet popcorn I see bottoms beneath the bottom please grab nab me junk my skin off plaster it make a rug mash step groove love to keep boredom from becoming everywhere shrivel or fly

SUCK

Polar Bear Blood

2009-02-02T16:19:00.005-05:00

Jargon Sushi

2009-01-29T13:41:00.004-05:00

We dipped boa constrictors in pink paint. Smiling as they slithered around the house. I suggested we dump a box of them onto our bed. We could play Indiana Jones. Anything to scramble up the sex.

Her Name Was Sarah, Her Nipples Were Saints

2009-01-27T10:58:00.007-05:00

my lips, stop sign red, always running
forgotten
forever
buried alive
under men's moustaches
gloss sticks
dicks
Remember when we were new?
with all our tags still on,
Yours read, "Love me like vacation air"
and I did
till they chapped

the bugs are getting so big
they sound like go-carts
if you cooked them
they would sizzle steaky juice
that's not a crow
NO!
it's a hornet
a HORNET!
no more, "I'm so hungry I could eat a cow"
give me the wingy meat
the buzzing hunks of flesh
I'm starving out here
Hell, I've been in this jungle so long
I might even let the mosquito's
suck
my
dick

PUT ON YOUR TRANSMUTATION SOCKS!

Banana Cream Tarzan

2009-01-15T09:44:00.009-05:00

my telephone rings and its rooster again, sweating, stretching = my body glides many levels into atmospheres with names too long for sounds, my arms flopping like fish dimensions above my head, my muscles could be guitar strings, bra straps, tuna nets, I strum my dick for strength, we are out of milk, If my wife were pregnant I'd have something to go on my lucky charms, she never is, she never will be, her ovaries are goonies, booby traps, chester copperpot had more estrogen, the shower is so cold I scrub my body with texas pete's, it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface, I do not shower for the cleanliness, I shower for the smells, I towel off, on rare occasions as my reflection smiles I see all the things I might have done, all the great people I might have met, my unborn children laughing as I read them off to sleep praying that their dreams come true, praying that when I'm at the gates of hell I'll crack one giant smile full of every good thing I ever did for anything, the gates of hell open and I flush the toilet, for lunch I bid one dollar bob, how much for that life, how much for that one? one dollar bob? I'm in the showcase, I bid 22 dollars on a case of miller lite, two lartabs and a blow job, surprisingly the hookers name is Lester, I don't care my feet smell and I'm horny, halfway through I realize that my life is melting and I want to trade Lester for a cigarette, any brand, any flavor, GOD JUST GIVE ME A CIGARETTE, A SIGN!= a letter arrives, it's written in purple ink on purple paper:

Dear Pen Pail,
"How will I know when it's happened," said caterpillar. "Well, it's like eating a caramel apple, you know that fried chicken feeling you get? Sticky gets all over your face and you wish your wings were napkins, papertowels, anything. After that first bite, your buds are blastin', your tonsils are tinglin', your gut is gloatin'. You know nothing will ever be the same. It's like swallowing morse code. It's rainbow lightning. Like if you were born an egg what would you come back as? A chicken? I'll find frog and ask him." And with that the butterfly floated off into the night, leaving caterpillar warm with thoughts.
Sometime later, frog was lilly paddling around when butterfly came slipping along. "Why are we here?," flapped the butterfly, "What makes us so different?," "Well," croaked frog, "that is quite a different question all together. We are different because we are curious. We are here to quench one another's curiosity." And with that butterfly rippled off into a curious haze.
Sometime again but much, much later. "How do we feel about recyling?," said tadpole to the group. "It seems to me their is a very fantastic connection between recyling and evolution." "Oh, tadpole," said caterpillar, butterfly and frog in unison.

-Miss Purple Chunk

Shakespeare's Shotgun

2009-01-14T22:51:00.003-05:00

CHECK IT OUT

Green Glass Blisters

2009-01-13T12:41:00.004-05:00

My mother asks me why I don't shave anymore. I say, "Because she's not into sex, she's into moustaches."

I bought a flamingo today. I took body shots of tequila off it and rode it around my backyard. I threw it in the trash after I broke both of it's plastic legs and one of mine.

Sugar Free Bible

2009-01-10T12:17:00.001-05:00

Scrubbing the dishes, my teeth are feathers I pluck out of my gums. My mouth is a chicken. This is what it’s like to talk to god. I twist my fingers into the ever crispier depths of my ear canals trying to brick up the sounds of the earthworms wiggling around under my skin. I flex my biceps, trying to show god how strong I am. He looks down as I look up, but I forgot to wear my sunglasses today. If I were a camera I’d waste all the pictures on clouds that remind me of my mother’s grave. Thrift store shopping a bible made of bubble gum I place it into my mouth and rock it to sleep with my tongue. Forgetting to floss today, I blow bubbles full of dirt and swallow. Seven years later, an earthworm falls out of my ass. He looks up at me, I look down at him. My mother would tell me this is what it feels like to have a son. I squish on some sunglasses and crush him. He screams like her. I want to show god how great my triceps look today.

Drinkin In My Time Machine

2009-01-02T21:06:00.004-05:00

we gargle
who gargles who
?
you gargle me
I gargle you
!

"But if you understand something, you don't forgive it, you are the thing itself: forgiveness is for what you don't understand." - Doris Lessing

It Ain't Me Babe

2008-12-30T12:26:00.009-05:00

into the tip top sloppy depths, trolling along in my crispy bacon boat shoes, this way I never have to worry about dating vegetarians, you are what you eat and I eat nothing, I don't even want to know how far down this goo goes, what if the bottom isn't made of rock and I drip on through into another sloppy depth, my heart beats me unconscious...

Monday- Queen Frostine churns my soul up out of my body, wads it into a snowball, dips it in caramel, and lobs it back pleading with me to tear it out before it melts, I never make it in time...

Tuesday - Lord Licorice takes me bear hunting with gummy guns, we blast everything and come back happy...

Wednesday- Gloppy the Molasses Monster takes me swimming, we high dive, we high five, he has a brother named Grimace, some day's Oscar the Grouch comes over, he has death breathe so I never sit too close...

Thursday- Princess Lolly boozes, I always come home with hickeys...

Friday- Mr. Mint snoozes, so I troll back over to Lolly's for... things

Saturday - Gramma Nutt is insane and thinks that my name is Hanzel, I spend the entire day explaining to her that I'm not, it doesn't help when a cookie selling girl scout named Gretel shows up...

Sunday - King Kandy makes me paint portraits of him in his Cu Clucks Clan outfit, it's basically just him dressed up as a chicken, he is the only member and he begs me to join...

Jellyfish Find Me Attractive

2008-12-28T20:10:00.005-05:00

THESE CIGARETTES ARE STEPS TO HEAVEN EACH ONE BRINGS ME CLOSER TO GOD

The Reason I Breathed

2008-12-21T04:49:00.004-05:00

I slice a forever smaller sliver from patience. For the second to last time I have drank myself happy and listened myself sad. I want to tell you that. I want to tell everyone that. I am on the verge of something decent. Something that might finally make me FULL. I really only ever wanted to be remembered by one person for one sentence, to buy everyone I ever knew a castle. What hasn’t happened yet can still happen. So I steam on lobbing words in every direction I have ever felt the wind blow, wishing I could roll my tongue up into one giant snowball and sprinkle the world. Put on your parka’s, a blizzard be comin!!!

Thee Only Moments We Were Ever Alone/Collapsing That Light Into Earth

2008-12-16T03:30:00.002-05:00

*Explosions In The Sky/Porcupine Trees!!!

Middle Butter Finger

2008-12-15T02:50:00.012-05:00

a b c d e g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t v w x y z
a b d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
a b c d e f g h i j l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Oh, The Games That Remain

2008-12-12T14:50:00.005-05:00

I went trout fishing

with green gummy worms instead

I didn't catch shit

Two Disco Dragon's

2008-12-04T16:44:00.006-05:00

Break.
Snow, everywhere I want to be but watching the History Channel while not making any history. Everyone wishes they were $twenty deep into a bar tab. Rather spend then rot. "Debt over snot," as my old man must have said at least once in his life. I pray at least once.

I sit in the corner as the Pinyata bursts, laughing less and less everyday. They remind me of mice, gobbling up any old thing thrown their way.

They pin down habits, I make up new sins. Somewhere snow falls and I melt thinking "Rush hour traffic is my best friend." I am the grilled cheese sandwich my mother used to make me for dinner. Sad.

The only thing every creature has in common is shit.

I text, "Let's hang out tonight." They text, "Skinny girls get jobs over fat ones." An entire local news channel in my head with nothing to cover. I uncover that I am led around by people I will never meet. But the commercials are over. Happy.

The Great Miss Winston Grape

2008-12-02T16:59:00.005-05:00

calling all cars, slugs, bugs are annoying bugs, gnawing thick back aches into my back strap, we are not hippo's, dear, we are cuckoo birds, stitching each other up with shrieks, phone calls, you are an egg roll with an oriental rug shell, ugh...