baby, i'm queztlcoatl

i cold step to your living room
i unfold my majestic wings
i drape you in lightning
i have an erection spanning all time and space
i offer you only eternal happiness

baby this shit is for real

gibbon farm

life at the gibbon farm

letting the sky have its way with you
letting go of the ghosts
keeping wind in the fridge
tidying up after the lost souls
fucking in a free republic
chewing on a glass of milk
locking yourself in a small tube
doing everything you can
wearing a red bull backpack at midnight
taking stock of your terrific life

all in all partner
it's a terrific day to die
at gibbon farm

down to death

twix and sunkist in hand
me and old man carruthers
we were doing horse-steps at the photomat
we were marrying ideas
in the long wheat shadow of agriculture
we glowed in the golden hour
we were anything

famous amos and code red in paw
we hung ourselves over death's maw
we took it to the max
we took it past the max back to the min
we went there and went in
in the long bloodpool in the back
we were definitely guilty

funyuns and jolt in maw
me and old man carruthers
we laid down in the horsekeeper's crypt
we traced stencils in the walls
in the long grey light of amorality
we both tried to hang the other
we twisted the ninth circle

you know what mom always says
feet go down to death
steps lay hold of hell

wonder drugs

a yawn issued from a realty
company employee posting on
twitter from the empty kitchen
of the model home
in the empty swath of land
where soon a mighty lawn
of identical houses would rise
to be cut down by tornadoes
just before the meth lab
exploded into caustic fragments
taking the lives of everyone
in a two-mile radius
including the young girl
who was to be the first black
gay handicapped president of
the student council at the
nearby junior college as well
as the man who would go on
to work as an organic
chemist for a major but
semi-disreputable pharmaceutical
company and achieve not quite
fame but at least financial
stability by inventing a drug
that would stop everyone from
yawning

aesop sysop

missense frameshift
goldilocks

cross-eyed bear
mutates in a forest
no one is around
to hear

porridge spills into
the hard drive
of fisher stevens
sending the entire world
back to the set
of short circuit 2

wolf blows down
a house made of amazon links
and howls an auto-tuned
yelp, the pigs are following
him on twitter
(amino acid deletion)

fetal DNA crosses
placental barrier to
maternal bloodstream and
many miles away in a
cottage on the shore of a
dark scottish lake some
guy beats off to "adult baby"
videos

tortoise decapitates hare
boy cries wolf and it too
is auto-tuned
ke$ha climbs to the surface
of a dark scottish lake

ribosomal RNA defects
now available on iTunes
not available in HD
in all areas

not by the keratin-deficiency
disorder on my chinny chin
chin
buy it now
poly-A tail

calendar

on the day of my death
i will gather my statistics exams
i will determine my bacon-erdos number
i will add up everything
i will bleed out slowly in the bathtub

on the day after that
i will get some milk, some eggs
i will draw my invisible pictures
i will wear my gossamer lab coat
i will clean up all the blood

the following weekend
i will drive my mirage to the lake
i will scream at the top of my ghost lung
i will weep silently into the crust
i will try to get my act together

eventually
i will check into purgatory

island warp

island warp
i feel your comments
i understand your place in this earth
i feel your soul returning to god
i woke up under a tree
i noticed the next day nobody was at the waterfall
i felt my face falling off
i stuck a branch into my exposed sinus
i grew leaves out of my orbital cavities
i knelt and prayed to a false idol
i drank from a carton
i felt great
i felt you
island warp

you're my best friend

you're my best friend
your my best friend is me
my my best friend is you
you, you are the best friend of me
you are my best friend is what
you would say to me
me, i am your my best friend
friend and friend
hand in hand we are each others'
my best friends
you are
i am

murder me with a socket wrench

a cold cup of lithium

a cold cup of lithium
for me and my dad
to fill in the plotholes
that we never had
we flew to rhode island
we lived in the sand
i killed a few hours
on a gravity strand
the whistles were silent
the bullets were true
i drank from a siphon
i lived in a shoe
he built me a rocket
i guess i was glad
a cold cup of lithium
for me and my dad

the graph

the season
the holy mind
the completeness of bears
the certainty of doubt
the rising fall
the passing whale
the absolutely devastating guitar solo
the gut wing
the mountain
the absence of muhammed
the back to back sacroiliac
the flame of reason
the blood of treaties
the syrup of human error
the milk of magnesia
the time
the forest
the vulva
the wheat
the eye

the graph

facklemann kretschmann

i've handed you things
and no respite
elixir doesn't
last all night
two swedes in a wood and i
i killed the one less alkali
blood's no ether
blood's no eye
i've given you license
to wipe me away
maybe you will
maybe someday

it's cold up there
it's alkaline

grail diary

i say, i saw
i took it to berlin
into the lion's den
i went out and
came in again

i went out and
scraped death again
i see, you see
i see the knot that
grew on history

i grew, a man
betrothed to history
i went out and
kneeled down again
i'm penitent, you see

i belong in a museum

flying piano saga: new moon

flying piano
hand me a taco, pal
hand me a mystery

flying piano
i'm caught in the rain
i'm a pina colada
i'm a half-brain

flying piano
cordial prostitutes
lemon and rosemary

flying piano
hand me a tourniquet
hand me a hand
hand me my grief

hobbled by quarks

lever pull to golden raygun
neon ghosts at the sandwich shop
knowing the word of dog

moustache rides in space
let's almost get wasted
let's almost do anything

can't feel them legs

abstinence vampire

abstinence vampire
shimmer and brood
shimmer and brood
abstinence vampire

abstinence vampire
sulk in the trees
oppressed by the sky
life sucks bro

puking stardust

this solemn lieutenant
got a shaky magnet
big as the argon sea
big as anything
field lines strafe a face
radiating pulsars
sewing up the space
tight as anything
and would you all believe
its lockstep march to sea
it's pulling him apart
blood as anything
blood as salvo salve
blood as human tree
i'm puking stardust now
i'm magnetized
to history

ballad of waterhead

he got a no name
he got a bunk prize
he got a skin rattle
he got a chin chuckle
he got a never limb
he got a breath waiver
he got a club nub
he got a paper bag

but end up
all he got was swell right up
and lay out to die
in a ray of grey light
from a vaccine sky

is this thing on?

testing testing testing



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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