unholy
beautiful man of the streets
not sold out america reality beats, airplane dreams
your america in your recessive carry on
break your glass flowers, shatter em in the wards
to recess brain stem intermingled with the flood mississip,
muddy clogged resin a steel wool to circumnavigate
vasco de gamas washed up golden hindfleish
pawned in seedy manipulate to perform miraculous simple gas grill transubstantiated
globular bits, the seams bulged and the golf ball hail still unintroduced
you sandbags
thy shall falter this timid dance distressed
theirs no literary high, theyve destroyed it in pakistan, stomped on it in pompeii
theirs no great smack record, tablature, everyones sober misinformed mothers spine,
bearing such tight pants implodes a childs doom to the hot cement
-I pray these hard rains will cleanse this filth, this realism lint
but we shant give up, to see smart cars with pontoons engineered on hot gas,
a suburban urban vehicle to trespass over filled up reservoir selling
-hot cakes? aunt jemimah the sizzled flatpan commercial grease,
harbor fearful invested dirtied scratched designer pants for cinemateque
golden flax!
hell! load up all the doodads, human remnants for grand venice sale
collected joints transvail-- I just need your face for hat, your slick skids for skis
time to migrate south, I wish so dearly our virginia households and sam houston whiskey,
this daniel bowie I wish so desperately to howl into this mouth organ for kindred letters academy,
but am left alone to my own sick devices, masturbating your thighs, your lips
please
kiss me
please let our tongues freely kingdom this soft vanity and disease
for repose
ransom
purpose amongst this wasted constantine, your nipples cyrillic
us in hadal zone with to much food to show blessed light
soft red clay where the dust covers all
a gone
red stickered corolla into the dust of south texas, passing mercedes, harligen
to void up the steps the knocks of the left over houston
shes 50 and sucking my tube cock
all for the perennial burst, the derby let out of gate we bonnet haberdasher
hold dhu al-faqar silent in reclined seats, murmuring ode prayer for ali
oh emerson, oh zacharachi, you template priests to forgive us this text trespass
for in immersion we prepare presbyterian
give up the stone child for you to swallow
and grant us titan relief
you ask so much of your left over social constraint, fear not
for theirs rumors were still breathing
maybe typing up our tombstone britannica entry
why must you pelt,
you've always skinned rock
to be first to throw bone
when now in your most needed require
but beknownst only in hyperbole, infant numbered peel to the depth of script
we are your brethren sucking slight breeze consumed with your unthought memories
of that section, that syllabic verse struck passage crying evangeline
we gather raft out of left over thrifted cotton, unused condoms
hold near the few seconds of air, of our few fellow social reprieves
and ask not who is maker
but where in saturate, filled up sodium, sugar concocoction
do we stir you to the loft whim of harking drowned damselfly
to seek to heal you snakes, slithering legless being
and transpose over sand dune the few heights
blest not but sea, but true beauteous beings unfettered
elevated when your rome comes fruition
and make not a hollow home for selfish egotism
but a heartfelt hearth of survival where we few can breathe
