new song

andy gibb hang a shower rod
andy gibb go free
andy gibb get a shower cap
andy gibb go free

sam beam take a paper route
sam beam to fly
sam beam with a paper cut
sam beam to fly

rufus wainwright on the mountain
rufus wainwright apart
rufus wainwright with an alpenhorn
rufus wainwright apart

jill sobule sending telegrams
jill sobule in tears
jill sobule on the telehorn
jill sobule in tears

gg allin renewing Time
gg allin on line 2
gg allin timing renewals
gg allin on line 2

lou bega take a break now
lou bega per mile
lou bega breaking them bones
lou bega per mile

kevin seconds on a hovercraft
kevin seconds is there
kevin seconds on the telecraft
kevin seconds is there

amy winehouse in a farmhouse
amy winehouse has been
amy winehouse on a bone farm
amy winehouse has been

andy seconds on a telebeam
kevin bega per craft
sam winefarm on the alpentime
gg wainwright is free

limit break mechanics

you can send this person
things over the
internet

you can make lead sandwiches
and mail them into
the wet century

you can go to art school
and wake up in a
finnish dumpster

you can break your face
twice in the same
glorious epoch

you can go swimming
in a vast sea of
melted vanadium

you can have twigs and
eat them, also
and are they ever good

you can beat ruby weapon
you just have to
kill two of your guys first

the kingdom

Us, kings of malaise
With the headlamps out
Kings of nostalgia
Dukes of crisis
Arch-earls of impotence
Serfs of oil change

On our thrones of
Two car garage
Subprime glory
Mayonnaise on hand
Histrionic and proudly failed
Our thrones of
Beaten down

In the kingdom of
Midlife sex
Hairlines in the oatmeal
Payments in exchange
Packages in the mail
Hairlines in the breeze
Sex in the wine cellar
No one has a wine cellar
No one has a hairline
With the headlamps out
With the hairlines out
With the pharmaceuticals out
With the pride out
With the despair out
Malaise, mayonnaise
No raise

Kings of submission
Four oh one, kay

hidden accumulation of sea vegetables (part 1)

A

Thorax movement
By the gods

Losing at Simon
Time and
Time again

Hands shaking
Call Guinness

B

Juilliard dropouts
Brilliant autistic jewels
Tarnished leather trees
Piles of krill
On the side of I-95
A red tide
An ebb face
A dropout

C

See some light below
It's the red wire with the blue stripe
Not the black wire with the yellow stripe

D

Trees with ice
Trees with corpse paint
Trees with failing skin
Trees under the water
Kelp under the water
Children in the kelp
Help
Kelp
Yelp

E

Seafloor antics
Juilliard beats
Freezing trees
Wheat charades
Massive options
Partial options
Partial beats
Seafloor trees

(Entr'acte)

barn of osiris

It's over there
Right over there
Yes sir

immortals wind-surfing

a pleasure cruise
through the halls of grendel
all time, all space
table salt and hydrogen oxide
axes in the breeze

and who will win
this severed trunk
this chest of ill gotten gains
this cursed rock
and who will win

blast furnace eyes
and windswept chests
biceps descending on
golden shafts of blood
sailing

pour me another manhattan
and hand me the Tyrfing
i've gods to slay
and gnarly waves
to ride

Adrian Zmed

Adrian Zmed
Your shining face
Your brutal arms
Your weathered hairline

Adrian Zmed
Your films of gold
Your wreaths of wisdom
Your icy jet

Adrian Zmed
Your time on earth
Your business there
Your time to rock

Get your shit
It's time to rock
Adrian Zmed
Adrian Zmed

mobile screaming face

it hovers
it hovers
it hovers
it hovers

it is looking
it is looking
it is looking
it is looking

it knows
it knows
it knows
it knows

oh god

wheedly bree

wheedle and bree,
he said

in the cold sun
we watched our subprime mortgage
burst into gray flames
and squealed

wheedle and bree,
he always said

old man macready
in the shed behind
costco

in the cold sun
we stood and watched as
our 401k
slit its wrists

old man macready
like a silver demon
like a withered god
like spinning shopping cart wheels
that lockup at the edge
of the parking lot

wheedle and bree
wheedle
bree

YARN BARN

YARN
BJORN
TORN
FJORD
STELLAR PROBLEMS
ABYSMAL ACCORD
KEVIN BUSINESS
FELLATIO SWORD
HOARDING DUMPS
FIGHTING LORDS
FIGHTING PROBLEM
AWESOME LORD
IT IS AWESOME
IT IS GOURD
BULIMIC WINTER
VAGINAL ROAR
BARN OF OSIRIS
BARN OF TIME
BARN OF MANY
BARN OF YARN
IT IS TIME
IT IS YARN
BJORN
YARN
BARN

the

looming violence on the guilt horizon
hubris salvos from a wax cannon
lurid missives in the wet darkness
charnel breakfast in a carrion saucer
icy rhymes and jubilant beatings
all of this and deleted scenes
all of this and pretend genitals
all of this and despair clothes
icy beats and stilted choruses
angel breath on your dead face
men on platforms
children screaming
robots preparing solutions
protistans at the bottom of an acidic pit
cameras everywhere
best of times worst of times
and gleaming glistening groaning there
the









(wait for it

seething bliss

are you seething yet
how about now
are you crying yet
how about now
are you buying yet
how about now
are you fucking yet
how about now
are you breathing yet
how about now
are you thinking yet
how about now
are you getting yet
how about now
are you shedding yet
how about now
are you prying yet
how about now
are you dying yet
how about now
bliss in bliss out
fluid in fluid out
cash in cash out
day in day out
rock in rock out
in out
in out
are you there yet

well how about now

author's use of the prison

Symbolism
Embolism
-bol, sym-, em-, -ism
You got my baby cryin
You're a vegetable
Protistan
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Doomed to cafes
Multicellular
You are vegetable
On a plane
Guitar solos
Plucking eyebrows on a deserted beach
You can't feed the baby
You a vegetable
Handclaps and gospel choirs
Bell end in the ether
Balls right out
How does the author's use of the
P|R|I|S|O|N
Symbolize

holy gibberish nucleotides

flying out the back my covered wagon
i stand before you
holding a withered bouquet of shits
this particular amino acid sequence
determined that you are a
grade A douche

kanye vs. 50
faith vs. reason
free will vs. determinism
alien vs. predator
chemistry and physics
atrocities and crayons
parts and stuff
man
it's all there

driven to atrophy

prosser keeton

prosser
dobbs
keeton
dobbs
prosser
keeton
lafave
dobbs
wexler
baxter
drexler
paxton
keeton
lafave
dobbs
keeton
prosser
wexler
prosser

skip it, chris

stop sulking
and start living the dream
pogobal be damned
this is a time
for rotating
count your revolutions
and breathe easy
as the rewards pile in
let the naysayers drown
in a pool of nay
this shit is for real
skip it
it's the only way

the other time we all got shot in the face

weird cough,
beard-off --
near the county line
prancing through the midsection
baring our midriffs
to the middle class
holy fucking christ
the horizon belches out a sunset
for any weak enough to care
measuring our beards
in the dead of night
starved for complacency
sure of it

old man carruthers
on the back porch
clutching a handbag and screaming bloody arson to the junk sky
balls aflame
he went into kitty's and never came out

open sores, breakfast cereals
tales of a lost boner
images of elite minstrels
adorned, encrusted
sleek with hair
rotten to the arteries

then we all got shot in the face
it was a weird day

the will to ill

the will to ill
comes from tin
read the message on the
high school stoop
and as we pondered
our bleak futures
it spoke to me
laughing the laugh of
godless heathens
whither goest thou
mein hausfrau
will
ill
tin
the more you know

enantiomers

emasculated wraiths
on the outskirts of the industrial park
gather in heated silence
throwing their dice
and gnashing their vapor teeth
in anticipation
of the tasty brutal end

in the mirror
glucose rings
boxes upon boxes of discarded life parts
towers of entropy

making the band