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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

Thus, A Ruling Was Handed Down On Tuna Fronts

Thus spake
The lords of flaky delight
Parted were the clouds
As seething shafts of light
Pierced the veil of
Hunger

With arms
And all flowing robes
Swollen with pulchritude
Did the lords say unto
The withered populace

Let there be
Tuna fronts
Massive walls of blood red flesh
Floating in on gusts of rice
A high pressure system
Of ichthyonic wonder

For all mankind
Forever

some thoughts on lemons

Lemons
Why are they clean

That she washed
And laid them in
The bloody creek

Before we went
To sleep for the
Rest of the decade

Before the cranks
Came out of the
Dead house and
Cut water all over

That tumbled out
The cedar chest with
Lockets bound with
Human sadness

Lemons
Cleansed thoroughly
Why, now

Why are they clean

EDIT. polar fry

polar fry
i loved you once
i love you still
i took the stairway to freedom
i became a ghost
i roamed
i made it to the west
i killed forty-seven miners with only my mind
i lost everything
polar fry

Sponges Are A Must

Sponges are a must
The drapery of milk
Across misshapen legs

The fortitude of dust
A hot collapsing barn
The sky a regal smear

Nothing here could rust
As dawn becomes retarded
Sponges were a must

#330

out again crushed
by the re-afterbirth of the
phoenix

i hold my books wrong
because my shoulders
are caving in

i carry something

i'm in a scratched case
a bag of blood, spots and marks
a walking glitch
a carbon spectrum

burn the safe house down
now my shoes are falling apart
and my hair is falling apart

i'm carrying something
why don't i set it down
where do i set it down

how do i set it down

unsettler

here comes the kraut again
i think from ohio
lapels straight

here's that wall
here's a sympathetic wall
ice fingers in your eyes
ice wall

leaves are coming out
of the faces of everyone
on the street like
so much junior miss chattel

in the morning
i missed dad and then
the coffee pot came on
by itself and at the door
it was the kraut

we climbed the ice wall
we slipped down

i am touching the wall

Curling Tune Frock

thumbing through detritus
on the machine of dreams
it's only thursday

quiz time at rite-aid
photos dripping everywhere
milk pants wilting
in the fluorescent lipids

curling tune frock
zeroes in the forest
no one lived

Slowly

Slowly
The lungs expire
The wheels sublime

As the weeping sun
Sets behind the
Layer mask
And granular buttons
Settle from their
Deathly perches

Slowly
Your face becomes
An indentured lung
Destined to serve
Eternity
To a grim master

Something crawls
From the organic soup
At the lake bottom
With a croaked message
For none to hear
"Stump phase"
And all is well

Slowly
The sun becomes
A rotten lifeboat

I Brought This Corn For You to Have

Here

I brought you
This ear of corn
Take it

I have brought
You
Corn

Here
Take it

Look at the things
I have brought
To you
For instance
This corn
I brought it
For you to have
Look at it
Look

Here
Take the corn
Please take it

There Is No Such Person As Judd Fruckens PhD

Yeah
I'm pretty sure
There is

No
Man
No there is not

Dude
Yes there is

No
There is no such
Person as that
There is no such
Thing as a gay
Robot either
No one has invented
A gay robot

Yes huh
It was him
He is real

No dude

No

maybe it was utah

We gave up the cover
Of mud and anonymity
Rebirth into the ether
Maybe it was wrong

We took our soles off
Hung them on the radiator
Stole a few eukaryotes
Maybe that was rash

We left the brooding solace
Breathed the nitrous solution
Blocked our mouths with nylon
Maybe times were hard

We crashed and were rebuilt
Egos dead in the desert
Simple things we couldn't grasp
Maybe it was Utah