"Fat Poem"
Lick the capitalized handicap of restoration -
in the mouth my field of mice -
under the tongue where the nest of maggots pilot their anti-terrorist condoms -
sleeping eyes -
bridges where famous poets jumped into icy pools -
by this they told us to stay out of the deep end -
and never hold a scalpel to the congress of fruit.
any energy is spent like a slave while we worship the locomotive and advertising matrix
store window mannequins more erotic than the girls on the streets -
where is the oval / the bended over sac / eat what I say - and keep the radio tuned to fuzz. the organ of the innocent woman. exclusion from a flower. repressed unfettered body. language.
"Heat Poem"
It's happy to be loaded
skin flickers
holiness the blue wall
gun shot majesty
carnal flaunt
fit for a queen
inside the raging mouth
whore I am the color red
bad fever
all my dolls are missing heads
don't baby my wasted thighs
this hollow juke
fat winter
I want to feel your chemical slash
reject sodomy
drill my good hole
suck the scars
the sun burns my tires
ooh you've got a big one
felt a hand
guillotine wire
synaptic motor mouth
hell in the gash
star tissue
pill daddy
I want to be fed Vietnam through the ass
hipper lick
Lysol dichotomy...
"Paris Poem"
All will be well
the laughter of your toes
campus snow
renegade I'll show you the highway
my keepers against the sad byline
fascinated plus detail
my rusty heart my tire swing
ocean swell it was 2 a.m.
on the boardwalk
madness cried at the sea
the sound of stolen children caught in its web of waves
certainly spew me out
if I can remember
I want you to show me
the aqueduct covered in fall
history of the blind inventor
my race to your bottom button
where the silver mark of a scar shadows my tongue
answer me moon
why the road forever
why rejected like a foot stool
from the girls who swing their wounds too close to the sun.
I'll be more and waiting tiny endurance
for the fragile attempts to see past the drunken lady sprawled against the cab at pier 17
did she love me when she asked for a light
I hope so
there are no oyster shells in this sea
they raked them clean
and the bars are blue / why not gold
I dance with the self
which on some nights is enough
and on others is not
I say a prayer for the lost shells artificially moved to the plasma tides near...
where was it?
I took a leak in an alley in wall street
my cousins were laughing near a street lamp
pray for me that I last like dust
and if the fray ( red ) surface congeals
give me the last nod
I will know any way the star points is home...
Lick the capitalized handicap of restoration -
in the mouth my field of mice -
under the tongue where the nest of maggots pilot their anti-terrorist condoms -
sleeping eyes -
bridges where famous poets jumped into icy pools -
by this they told us to stay out of the deep end -
and never hold a scalpel to the congress of fruit.
any energy is spent like a slave while we worship the locomotive and advertising matrix
store window mannequins more erotic than the girls on the streets -
where is the oval / the bended over sac / eat what I say - and keep the radio tuned to fuzz. the organ of the innocent woman. exclusion from a flower. repressed unfettered body. language.
"Heat Poem"
It's happy to be loaded
skin flickers
holiness the blue wall
gun shot majesty
carnal flaunt
fit for a queen
inside the raging mouth
whore I am the color red
bad fever
all my dolls are missing heads
don't baby my wasted thighs
this hollow juke
fat winter
I want to feel your chemical slash
reject sodomy
drill my good hole
suck the scars
the sun burns my tires
ooh you've got a big one
felt a hand
guillotine wire
synaptic motor mouth
hell in the gash
star tissue
pill daddy
I want to be fed Vietnam through the ass
hipper lick
Lysol dichotomy...
"Paris Poem"
All will be well
the laughter of your toes
campus snow
renegade I'll show you the highway
my keepers against the sad byline
fascinated plus detail
my rusty heart my tire swing
ocean swell it was 2 a.m.
on the boardwalk
madness cried at the sea
the sound of stolen children caught in its web of waves
certainly spew me out
if I can remember
I want you to show me
the aqueduct covered in fall
history of the blind inventor
my race to your bottom button
where the silver mark of a scar shadows my tongue
answer me moon
why the road forever
why rejected like a foot stool
from the girls who swing their wounds too close to the sun.
I'll be more and waiting tiny endurance
for the fragile attempts to see past the drunken lady sprawled against the cab at pier 17
did she love me when she asked for a light
I hope so
there are no oyster shells in this sea
they raked them clean
and the bars are blue / why not gold
I dance with the self
which on some nights is enough
and on others is not
I say a prayer for the lost shells artificially moved to the plasma tides near...
where was it?
I took a leak in an alley in wall street
my cousins were laughing near a street lamp
pray for me that I last like dust
and if the fray ( red ) surface congeals
give me the last nod
I will know any way the star points is home...
