inky despot (a dateline exclusive)

A.

how come
you go out one side
you come in the other
how that gonna work
how that be real
not even mention
the dots we eat
how come

B.

your throne is weak
your carpet threadbare
your eyes belie a grave truth
your slack mouth
your immaculate forearm hair
your creased ears and
your cigarette bruises
your time is up asshole

C.

at dawn we rose
and went to funplex
it was the same
as any other day
and we laughed and spent
our currency
broadly
at dawn

D.

inky
pinky
blinky
clyde
i ate them all
and now what

gel flashbacks

flew around hesperia
on the wings of dead pundits
in a ray bath

echoed off the canyon walls
a distant groan
from michael richards

i know you were lying
when you told us
you were lying

i spent all this money
to tape my penis
to a famous futurecar

remember the time
we emptied the tiny shampoo bottles
into a pot of gold

i don't either

wallop-packer

go forth i said
cleaving a prattle bike
and hording the wallops
singularity swallowing
your bloated face
ululating wildly from yon treetops
jalalabad horse blues
tananarivo rice importer
banana cream futures
muu-muu elf party
xoxo, brit-brit

shawty snappin'

letters to ghost dad

dear ghost dad
i just switched to geico
i just painted your face
on a holy mountain
i just caved in

dear ghost dad
things haven't been the same
since ol man carruthers
hung himself
in the back of an adult cinema

dear ghost dad
we're on the brink of sanity
we're taking it to the limit
we're dancing in the streets
we got served

dear ghost dad
i learned it by watching you

get out of my dreams

also get into my car

binary breakfast

you're a real card officer jim
you're a real character
you gave me a trapper keeper
you made me this origami pan flute
you made a lightly coded breakfast for the whole family
you took us all to wal-mart and we saved and saved
you cleared the nearby forest of landmines
you danced naked in the icy streets
you brought hand stamps for the kids
you got both ill and busy
you shot down those who would seek to destroy us
you drew us pictures of flying anatomy
you sold us a shitload of freedom
you're a real son of a bitch officer jim
you're a god damn diamond

leviathan camp

bus came early
grabbed my rucksack
mom pats head
shoves out door
breathes relief sighs

drove to the ocean
singing screaming squirming
one last listless gasp
of pre-adolescence
on the road to the abyss

tentacles of the kraken
from the horizon rise
we stood in awe
sea of small mouths beckon
wall of cephalopodic horror

hey mom
it's alright
i'm doing OK
here
on the ocean floor
in the arms of
leviathan

24-Hr. Poor

the last time we were there
our skin fell off
and a chorus of carrion flesh
sang a grim chorus
to no applause

pockets empty, hearts aflame
romantic notions, fond memories of
total bullshit

caroming off the walls
ears and eyes ringing
blood and sweat remoulade

if
you shut your eyes real hard
you might almost imagine
you didn't do the things
you did

you better call tyrone

A Large Bacon Statue

Across the feathered plain
Clothed in grease and light
Iambic and carnal
Beckon

Multiple throngs of feral children
Jogging through the night sky
Varied and apoplectic
Fluid

Crunchy bliss
Marital aid symphony
Translucence

Marvel
Tall and porous
Calling to its retarded flock
Bilious above the crumbling interstate

Starved
Empty and passive
Willing brains for repurposing
The cold hand of a bacon demigod descends

mon petit mouchoir

eek verbeeken
rijkstaad kanaalstrasse
ja speciaal fries

ich bin problem child
eine kleine washout
ach mein lieben, ist verboten
wolf it

kore watashi no meeshi desu
welcome oprah fans

une certaine je ne sais quoi
un boner
il y a des sandwiches dans le refrigerateur

aye yai yai no es bueno

tongue charnel

savory breakfast melodies
impartial yarn champion
summoned hair beast
fruitious amuses-bouches
guv'na

self-effacing scream
threadbare childhood

the wrong are right
philosopher, philanthroper, philanderer
fellater
fluffy pillows so delicious and golden
doing lines off a waffle press

black your tongue
nobleface

Brain (Protected)

Here the feel
The caress
Of my brain

Beckon yon gusts
Of farthest land
Heed the call
Brain

If this be death
This be some serious shit

Protected, protracted
Impacted, detected
Genuflected
Big-ass brain

We were youngins then
Picking churches out
The interstate
Waifin' hard

Brain
It is brain

Brain

On Meat Scaling

Stroke a forehead
Make it rain on them hoes
When we gonna
Scale back that meat

Taping a beating
Foot races at Wal-Mart
Jump into savings
When we gonna
Scale back that meat

Monstrous ischemia
Forest of barnacles
When we gonna
Scale back that meat

Window to hysteria
Unnamed landmass
Back to school sale
When we gonna
Scale back that meat

Ooh that meat

inertia ward fury

I don't think there was any head on it
that she slept only hours
I don't pretend God exists, I'll tell you
the old man is doddering now
choosing the right programming,
the crypt ceases to rock

in order to avoid the sky
the rest is expected to be used to create
offshore artificial reefs
or head for "upland" disposal

although I am not in the position to assess,
I slice proportions by dragging
Changez Chamchawala's reply
a fine and happy irony, two boxes of gold
how you want to handle log entries

I don't think I could leave if Moiraine told me I could
I don't ever had a membership card anyway
I don't want a woman as couldna shit nor piss

note that the background mode does not apply to bitmaps

oh no vato

get down vato
surely get down
beasts of thunder
valley high
stolen moments
a fire below
get down vato
it is time
take your gats
and become stoked
o puerile vato
strong and free
it's time to rock
fuck this shit

BASEMENT DOWN

live through a rain of small people
we came through the wax forest
with AB negative for everyone
who's thirsty

and jaws dripping with syntax
we did do the 5 for $5 deal
we did eat some sandwiches
we did come again

pants down in an antimony cloud
fearful symbols emblazoned on the apple cheeked laser printers
intravenous love and extracurricular death
taxes, weight and marzipan
do all we can

live through the age of ebola
chiptole BBQ snack wraps and heavy breathing
stomach churning sex and easy money
word jumbles and sudoku soaked in spinal fluid
tires thrown from buildings
cables, tin cans
imminent astatine, permanent chernobyl

do the rockaway

and now

surround sound unemployment
deluxe poverty
empty checking account w/bangin' rims
rich corinthian destitution
stack of unpaid bills w/mountain view
stylish, upscale despair
haute couture failure

i make frustration look good

magic tag

we know this
we hold this self evidence to be true
we came in on business
from bismark
to get busy
we don't even
or maybe we do
we luv jah
we bought the secret ok
we were out back smoking a side of ox
we ripped the tag off
we look good in lab coats and sparkling strap-ons
we know where
we know why
we practice magic in the basement
we live in the basement
we basement
we hold this tag
we hold you in our tentacles of erotic fortitude
we make maps for them
we get motherfucking busy
all us

man of bismuth

A.

cold step
grills blazin
you couldn't share
my umbrella

B.

ella ella ella
hey hey hey
ella ella ella
doing lines in the back of furrs cafeteria

C.

dermarr surveys the scape
nods frequently
adjusts ice
prepares to blow the shit out

D.

good bad gone girl
this hot is why i is
now, it walk out

E.

life support
tech support
chain support
shoulders groan and creak
download this hot new ringtone

F.

men of bismuth
men of ice
girl of business
child of dogmatic pragmatism
family of penis
we surround you

summer chum face

inbred laughs
solemn feast
take the mumps
stroke the beast

summer chum
fetid gifts
surgical magic
forehead lifts

faces wrought
limbs a flailin
just gave birth
to ed van halen

you opened wide
to show your ice
and when you roared
we heard you twice

and so with heavy
heads and hands
we started hella
klezmer bands

that summer was
a world of walls
please stop trying
to touch my balls

internet (not internet)

zeroing in on
youth explosion
lobe erosion
internet

massive psychic
sex disruption
hormone eruption
internet

shrine to semen
shrine to commerce
for better or worse
internet

making stars from
worthless chattel
so many cattle
internet

the highest lows
the lowest highs
close your eyes
internet

down the road
recoiled in terror
stone from stares of
internet

keeps on ticking
keeps on growing
where are you going
internet

spoiled earth
retarded zenith
vagina + penis =
internet

marburg outbreak at the waffle house

syrup for blood
waited outside the place
yellow yellow tape
biohazard suits
and childish horror

adolescent grenades
young wonder liquefied
pouring out your eyes
there went the
neighborhood

rhesus nightmare
homework left unfinished
black smears on a
pre-algebra worksheet
siren flash

level four operations
suits in suits in suits
military conspiracy
and still there remains
my waffles

Mycorrhizae

more ice than a jacob cross
more man lumps than a symphony of male anger
more shotgun than a weapons storage bunker
more amphetamines than suburbia
more wind than a field of cinematic wheat
more player than any club in dnvr
more echo than a gigantic resonance tank
more think than a series of brains
more size than a girth convention
more juleps than fourteen rows of horse fans
more youth than an arrangement of fetuses
more helicopter than northrop grumman
more bounce than an 808 buried in a jheri curl
more sky than underground sky parties
more water than the extras case at starbucks
more laser than 10 robots
more fungus than all forests, ever
morel

Epicor

Sexual system
Open system
Magnanimous system
Ampoules and lively stars
Headphones and horse programmes
Making wood and making qualm
Wolving up
There, down the freeway
Stood that system
Gleaming its grey light
Across the opolis
Your time is entered
Man the forward shit
Get into a programme
And get paid

Epicor
A place for your mouth
And your mouth
Shines
Brightly
Hella
Epicor