18 July 2008

whimsical fun and smiling cats

Everything is great
Cats are flying around
People smile and say,
I like you
And there's a ferris wheel
For all the kids
And money and free snacks
And Jesus Christ
Shooting hoops at the YMCA
With a cadre of paralyzed children
That are now able to stand
And the air is filled with song and
Everyone is happy
Fun
Smiles

today

clocks tumble out of the dead clouds and springs impale the unlucky passers-by as dead cells crawl out of the rotting centrifuge and the sky is bright yellow and the men in the hazard suits are climbing the building with giant tentacles that grow out of their diseased faces and July is so hot that people are bursting into flakes and liquid titanium is pouring out of all your sockets, your mouth is packed with gauze and yogurt and there's a hole in the earth now coated by insurance and vinyl siding and the clocks are still ticking but it sounds like ten million crickets being lit on fire and in the night the sky is still horrible and ethanol rains down from chimneys that just hang in space like dying missiles and everyone is laughing, the children are running free in cages made out of beating hearts and a giant brain looms over everything like a sentient war penis and meanwhile the laboratory collapsed and no one got out alive but the experiment splattered everywhere and the hazard men are drying up like salted slugs and robots are coming out of my face and it all hurts and July is covering everything with disease and the sky is making a terrible noise like a musical chainsaw, and Thor descends on a golden shaft of Ebola and suddenly it's Ragnarok

killed by residence

Argonaut wraiths
Haunt the fireplace
Carving up oxygen
Spots on photos

Wallpaper peels
Where cold spot hangs
Lamps a-flicker
Sucking wound

Chemist apparition
Concatenation
Blood on the causeway
Eraser shavings

Poltergeist
Clean and friendly
Tears muscle off with
All due respect

Stairs are gum
Cannot close eyes
Wax becomes lymph
Screaming deer

Nightmare business
Teeth peeled back
Walls are fleshy
Porphyrin spray

Sidewalk opens
Sky swallows
Caked with plasma
Basement choke

Help
Help
Help
Help

WHELM

a trenchcoat hanging
in mid-air
fedora slumped to one
side

grey on grey
cardboard skin
clear mascara
shuffle

a photo of
a house before they
moved in

beige on beige
wood panels
recessed lighting
shuffle

nothing at the
bottom of the
stair
grey on grey
whelm

17 July 2008

tiny ambulance

lord gold
i'm ill
not sick
take my hands
in a tiny ambulance
and make
everything
right

an illness here
an illness there
lord electrum
drive the
tiny ambulance
to freedom

10 July 2008

tuck pendleton machine: zero defects

i keep a case, a bag
in the back
in case of anything

i've got robots
pouring drinks
before i finish
opening the door

i keep options open
i might be small
i might be dead

i've got soco on tap
love on hold
life in fast forward
landed a plane
in zero visibility
balls to wall
as always

i keep a pack
in the back
you never know
just in case

where's the head
in this place
anyway

07 July 2008

human lichen

human spray
cold water
death chemistry
carbon brain
dying star
moss grave
human lichen
saline dreams

04 July 2008

summer death/dreadful sorry

Laurels stretch the length of road
Of our apology
The sky was open, sucking skin
From all the minor trees
Blood was running thin and cold
We had to eat the young
Although charisma got us far
It cauterized our tongue
July was tough, August was hot
September seared our flesh
Marriage vows and maple syrup
Claws and wire mesh
Cult is canon, laughs were looms
The fluids run to sea
Give my regards to Clementine
But no apology

fruition

Young apprentice
Fear the dream
Taste the ride
Use your fingers
Fill the gap
Entropy

Control
Gaps are filled
Hands are working
Rides to space
Thoughts are lovely
Student becomes master

03 July 2008

coming down with syphilis in the bering strait

Damn!

It's happened again
A case of the whatnots
Here at the edge
Of civilization

Man the forward shit
Lifeboats ahoy
Things about to get
Serious
Up in this piece

First mate
Please give my condolences
My apologies
If you will
How could this happen
Yet again

Out on the ice
It's survival of the fittest
Up on deck
It's a war
Of the worst kind

God damn
It's happening again

ballad of whale attorney

Approach the bench
Approach the ticket booth
Of a life spent suited
Constant fighting
Baleen glistening
In the recessed lighting
Clients brooding
Breach sighting
Out to lunch again
On company dimes
Excuse the handwriting
But holding the pen
Takes a little time
And it's dry and hot
And the people are winning
Approach the bench
With blowhole held high
Aquatic indicting
The time is nigh

Whale attorney
The time is nigh
Cinch up that tie
You're in the right
It's time to fly

02 July 2008

throwing up dreams

so then we drove the chinese tank
all the way to kingdom come

so then we jumped off of thirteen buildings
one right after another

so then, brutal creatures came out of
the mist and attacked our caravan
in the middle of the hungry night
and bled all over our trousers
and scraped our faces clean

so then we threw up our dreams
and threw up our hands
and left the planet
only to return as
very, very short ghosts

so then short ghosts bought us a round
of drinks at the tuna bar
and we sipped slowly
and laughed
and bled

so then we didn't wake up at all

now press triangle

old man carruthers
at it again
out in the shed
out on the plain
carving out existence
jaw askew
dodging the scythe
needlessly

now press triangle
now press square

old man carruthers
it's time to die
motherpuncher

c-c-c-combo breaker

two giants fighting at a strip mall

there, in the ether glow
the wondrous evening smear
of the milk of the lights
just off the side of eye
twenty five

a cluster of commerce
beige bricks torched by
sun's cholesterol glare
dusty doors and toothless
smiling patrons

there, with arms swung out
two giants are smashing hands
pawing at faces with
desperate and unholy loops
of flesh

the smell of gasoline and
crushed dreams and just hanging
in there lingers on the bloody
air like a pallet stacked high with
choking failure

it isn't so much a matter of
who will win in this ghastly
battle but a question of how
in the world did two giants get
out here

i'm trying to kill you

Hands up
Stars clean
Into the barrel with you
Put down your
Welcome wagon
Your
Finger signs and
Severed smiles
Can't you see
I'm trying to kill
You

Jukebox wobbles
Bar collapses
Stars spin out
Husks fall from
Dying fluorescent
Bulbs and people
Are standing, screaming,
Walking into walls
Collapsing

Drink into spin
Spin into star
Husks into smiles
God favors those
Who smile
Who scream

Can you not see
I'm trying
Very hard

09 June 2008

hangblow III: wharf of destiny

Rolling blood
Idioms spill
Faith in treason
Iron will

Hanged are men
Thought are thoughts
Neath the causeway
Polka dots
Microbrats

Heaven help us
Laser guides
Stairs to freedom
Simian brides

Blown to whiskers
Cast ashore
Hang us all
In pinafores
With open sores

Destined now
To stalk the seas
As blood runs thick with
Antifreeze

Microteeth
Centipedes

05 June 2008

new post VII: the dream child

As I climbed the mountain
Sunset in hand
Pointillist verisimiltude
You know the drill

Stars burned down
Hands fell off
Weaves were born, and died
Heart possession mode
Engage

New post
Lead us
Lead us

22 May 2008

Every Belch A Wanton Farewell

Every belch a wanton farewell
Every sigh a landmine
Every raised brow a cleansing of doorways
Every cough a brownout
Every yawn a childhood trauma
Every climax a streetlamp
Every itch a familiar face goes black
Every stumble a gas chamber
Every scream a flatulent wrist-slap
Every thought a colander
Every belch a wanton farewell
And I a fellow corpse

21 May 2008

brain treatise, article 1st

who are they
who have the pile of brain
who speak to us
who julienne my cash
who stand arms folded
atop the coronal suture
eyebrows groomed
and stems connected
who are they
who, indeed
when i jump into
a pile of brain
it scalds the skin
it sears your tongue
surely they seek
the same as i
who are they
pockets turned out
faces on the soles of their shoes
hands on the soles of their eyes
in soviet republics
brains have you
who are they
who, indeed

13 May 2008

hidden accumulation of sea vegetables: III

I

Horrific ghost shackles
On a bathyscaphe
I can see no house from here
Just a diatom river
Summon the cephalopods
My love

II

Giants
Pile up at the edge
Of the jet black trench
Eyes all big
Teeth all big
Faces block the void
Bask masked organs
Sing us down the depths

III

Caught in kelp?
If you'd only ask for help
Dying waterlogged yelp
Top continental shelf
Another round of salt water, then
Gulps for free
At the dead black bottom
Of your sea
Cast-iron will
Salt and sympathy

IV

Knew this was one-way ticket
But you know I had to come

a haiku regarding chemistry finals

chem II i hate you
you are way too hard to do
someone's fucked; guess who?

11 May 2008

the loop

driving along the
loop of henle
in a finely tailored
batmobile
wind in hair
handing out signals
and iodine smears
to all the epithelial
kids
passive absorption
active transmittance
no admittance:
closed loop
a banshee wail
body shuts down
sodium siren song
salt goes to earth
sober sisters
sympathetic solvents
solutions
and such

all along the loop

stabbed in the tiara

see the pictures
stars
they are just like us

they are just like us

skull collapses
on coal
and over many years
forms a diamond
forming a tiara
atop a pile of innards

reduced to carbon
reduced to nightmare
just like us

06 May 2008

Grinning Red Skull in Foyer

paralyzed
it's the fear again
feels like marbles coming out of your
thorax

trapped in the
foyer, tuesday morning
with the giant skull
how many times
now?

drips blood
all over the mirror
all over the pantsuits
all over the dog
tears at the seams
makes the ceiling foamy
and sick and drip
drip drip drip drip
drip

grins and hollows out
your countenance with no
eyes

i just went to work
but i know what
will happen when
i come home

it's still in there
smiling

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Today
I held a beating human heart
Out the window
Of a Chevy Nova
In the rain
In suburbia

Yesterday
Clothes came out of my face
Years crawled into my scalp
Dust fluttered
In the basement
Crying hands

Last week
We made waffles in the snow
Dark red waffles
Laughing constantly
Clothed in doubt
Sanguine sugar

Tomorrow
I'll take a rain check
Exploded view of finance
Narrow stairs to freedom
Dumbwaiter to America
Truly choking