destination meat

behold a corrosive vapor
wafting through the atrium of
forgotten wood

we, the lachrymose
full regalia and organic sailcloth
as burnt clouds

commander sipping a
julep, talking shop, talking
the time everyone he knew
was killed by friendly fire,
talking out the window

dripping guilt from every
hair follicle in the charring
heat, glasses on, lost

when you held my hand and wept
in the atrium,
i'm sorry that i stabbed you

it's all meat, right
it's only temporary

lots of things are a battlefield

we are not young
everyone knows we're wrong

today i coughed up
a ball of hatred, today
my oatmeal was cold
today i became a cloud

today was steps and flags

lots of things are a battlefield
only the penitent shall pass

Animaler

Had a fortune
Got a socket wreck
Got a wood shape
Now I feel it
Get animaler

Jumped eras
Turned on a hard drive
Sold my harem
Went down river
Get animaler

Piles of whatever
Had them all
Rained down a hell
Turned me burnt
Get animaler

Gunned down
Had a whale of a life
Saw the sights
But it's time to fall
Get animaler

Lichen grew
On the empty box
That held my soul
And what reward
Get animaler

story of ring current

young mr current
picked up the stuff
drove into a flaming sea of hope
took the day off
had incredible, grimacing sex
gleamed as far as anyone's eyes ever saw
became organization president
felt the normal force
whistled a favorable tune
had a lunch of milk
all was well
and the moral, then
remain steadfast mr current
fine days are calling

sorry-song

Kicking kids
The heads on the horizon
Weary gears crushing the nameless

Holes in the sky
A clasping mouth that goes on your mouth
Drinking ink from a trough
And choking on a bow
And we were sorry we ever
And were we ever

Kids go on
Right off the cliff
And we bat both eyes

And weary were both eyes

one port, no storm

a dinosaur sea stretched
not quite as far as
the eye could see

al chewed the scenery
said it was he, invented all
the armor in the armory

the night got old
our lungs had charred to dust
we drank in the cold

every night a new
finger in an open wound, in
retrospect it's all we knew

and time elapsed
and nothing ever changed
we made new maps

but never left the port of call
and the dinosaur sea dried up
and ennui killed us all

balls is a front

we were on the hillside with black lung
we mined our glory from blood ore
we scoured the land
we cleansed our souls with volume
we kept it in check
we were golden

balls is a front, it was said
once and surely again
and in the golden light of the triangle
we glowed

It's A Business Doing Pleasure With You National Mountain Parking Lot

It's where dreams come to life
It's right by a forest
It has the quantity of life parts that you need
It's like a bottle filled with memories

It's all OK now

a pants fire

a pants fire

a thought of a makeshift dream
a macaque in the foyer
a marzipan rule

a fool that steals your lashes

a clown in the basement
a clown in my eyes
a kind word from a dog
a actual talking dog

a pants fire
a nameless dream
a ass punch in the kidneys by god

Homograph Is For The Children

Living fossils may outlast us
Take some rayguns out and blast us
Homograph is for the children
Cyclomethyloxirane

When we dock our ships at last
And stretch and yawn and break our casts
Homograph is for the children
Supercritical fluid mane
Whaling tower in my brain

Bodies politic have spoken
Lesser limbs are shaved and broken
Homograph is for the children
Staple-gun epoxy fight

Living fossils run for office
Evil mayors at the hospice
Homograph is for the children
Neither are there kings in sight
Homographs of neutral reich

Field Study

There are chairs
There are chairs that were
Over the in the corner
And now they are here
Everywhere

A field with bright murders
A flying happiness
A penny in the hand of everyone
A concise reimagining
A compass

There were two people
One of them is dead
Over in the breakfast nook
And now we are weeping
Slowly

A plane of acceptance
A five factor model
A molar equivalent
A stalk of grief with sprouts, and
A chair

brain fall out

there it goes

there it goes


there it goes




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Awesome Trap

Awesome trap
Les jeux en fait
Your hubris will destroy you

Awesome trap
You fought your weight
You won the world in ducats

Awesome trap
I name you gold
I free you in the desert

Awesome trap
The time is nigh
The maidenhead has wilted



Shout out from any rung
The awesome trap hath sprung

Apocalypse Twilight of the Mind Whales

And so when books were shut
And all the children left
And skies were stained with age
And acceptance came to pass
And all the whales had flown
And minds had ceased to search
We sat among the toxic sand
Waiting out the end
Waiting out our minds

Waiting out the end

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Where are we
starhorse?

Manage blogs?
One total?
Personal loans?
Inner disquiet --
sandwich triumph;
beaten senseless
at the gates
with charm enough
to disarm
while vomit-hued
Toronto skies
stick needles in eyes;

Another round, starhorse
for blessed lepers
and personal loans
and needleprick job fairs

for a horse that cares

Send Me a Whale

Send me a whale
Anytime
From your mind

Among the ice
I see the light
I see my insides
Fall apart
I see the whale
A spout of grace
Some fins all huge
Fucking hell

It's time to fight
It's a gilded wreck
It's nameless bliss
It's time to die

Send me a whale
Fast and free
Milk of doubt

Anytime
If you don't mind

mea culpa

sorry i came
sorry for no nougat
sorry for caressing your shirt in a field of wonder
sorry for my ears turning black
sorry for cursing the ground you walk on
sorry we ever met
sorry for the whole turkish prison thing
sorry a stream of blood poured out of my brain
sorry about the king
sorry about the bones in the fish on the anniversary
sorry i blew up your face with my mind
sorry we became jewels in the hot sun
sorry i recrystallized your bromobutane
sorry about framing myself
sorry about velvet elvis
sorry about all the reverb
sorry about achieving an erection in the police station
sorry for turning to dust
sorry for everything
sorry

metabolic wasteland

scale the wall of doubt
clad in hormones
sore at the bends
tumble back down
bored to outbreak
dripping with anything
ready to shrink
ready to boast
ready to doubt

solid gold your face

old man carruthers steered the ship
to freedom

we were torn between making cakes
in djibouti and drowning in
a pile of sand

on the horizon jesus came out
of a cloud of bricks

our bandages were covered in lymph
and we couldn't see through the
haze of skin

with one final yelp of captain the
ship was lost in a whirlpool made
of mealy doughnuts

emblazoned on the horizon a solid
gold your face

Now I'm President

Imperious minds above the pyre
Follow my legs at every turn
Walls are dripping ichor syrup
Now I'm president

Kraut on the phone, line two
He's looking for eight pounds of skin
From the decomposition museum
Now I'm president

Julienne eyes with hair reduction
Soda rocks tumble from dead clouds
Sick marbles on the alien highway
Now I'm president

I took the bridge to quiescence
I crashed my tractor into a telescope
I'm throwing up blood for all to see
Now I'm president

scum winter

and as we passed
the crying field
we soaked it in
we laughed loudly
us with our
clean wrists
and bleached memories

scum winter

and when we looked
down from towers
holding water
making love
we gnashed our teeth
and smiled pretty
we were free

scum winter

and now we die
our foreheads blank
of telltale lines
we never deigned
to visit hell
we held our breath
we died in winter

scum winter

bromonium

help the stable children
help the horse cops
jump over siddhartha
jump over insurance
kill the elder worm
kill the cornucopia
help me get right
bromonium

help me get right
now

hyperconjugation

fall off roof
die in fire
go to sleep
share electrons
kill messenger
obtain pants
drive to walmart
become ill
share electrons
get the mumps
drink latte
wail on guitar
scream at ghosts
set alarm
rub the buddha
share electrons
hang by thread
lick your teeth
achieve climax
jump from building
get swallowed
perform calculus
fall from grace
share electrons

ask for god
get no answer
obtain alcohol

sweater jam 08

eins zwei drei baby
it's sweater time
hold my bankruptcy
hold the line
infidel eyes
american swine

sing the sirens
sweater time
lovers bleed
crossed stars align
your call is important
it's sweater time

i've got yours
you've got mine
we all got credit
everything's fine
a bitter cold
never you mind
heads in the sand
it's sweater time

We'll See What Happens When You Are Thrown Off of a Tower

We'll see motherfucker

We will see what happens
When the rain turns to gold
And your face shines

We will see what happens
When the fields come alive
When all there is is the sound
Of tiny metal legs
On frosted glass miracles
In the red snow

We will see what happens
When no one has opposable thumbs
When the night is cast out
Into the ashen trough
Of insolvency

We will see what happens
When you are thrown off the tower
When luck is just a myth
A Joey Campbell footnote
An archetype of failure
Tower faller

Motherfucker