iron thymus

dead throat organ
movers in the blood
shakers in the stream
tupac shakur concrete
gerald ford the river dysentery
lose an ox or rash of bear
spread it through radar hair
spill intestines on the causeway
spill a filament or three
infection isn't me

iron thymus
baking immune cells for free
poison'd in the laborat'ry

you're sick and will be

when you do anything

words of caution
when you do anything
when you step on a street
when you step on a crack
when you go into a submarine
when you descend in the bathysphere
when the lights go dim
when your handds shaking light everywhere
when your face comes apart
when you're center left and justified
when you can't get arrested
when you do get arrested
when you don't know who you have to
when you know what you have to do to be well to do
when ghosts start farming out your hairline
when rabbits are bears
when there's hell in the cornfield
when your beauty is long long gone
when your mind grabs hold
when the ladder is broken
when the streets cross you
when they launch the nukes
when they carve you up like a nutriloaf
when the author's use of the prison symbolizes _______
when your friends are little bits
when your spirit ascends to walmart
when the ghosts get all access passes
when you shake
when you pale
when you log out
when it all does one thing or the other

then, i don't know what
maybe go for a walk

congenital sandwich

congenital sandwich
joined at the crust
two slices as one

congenital sandwich
a matter of tastes
a glitch in a fridge

congenital sandwich
cold cuts combined
a meal intertwined

when lunch is a twin
you win and you win
congenital sandwich

barnacle town

it's not a long way
to barnacle town

happy dreams are king
yogurt buns are free
at barnacl town

the faithful get weak
in the knees
test missiles are free
blood under the eaves
sugar geist is waiting
in the library
in branacl town

yo ho ho ho
i love everything at
abrncal twon

face expansion

you see all that white
i can't manage the light

you're a dead language
i'm a crab stylus

you went to the deep end
i jumped off the gallows

you have twenty years
i have nothing but eyes

you ring up my place
i'm expanding my face

christian beasts

Christian beasts
In the forest
Making arcane hand gestures
Living real hard
Fur on the cross
Ghost pans in the stream
Moss on the teeth
Teeth in the wind
Living real slowly
Worms on the mount
Sermons in the wind
Tablets for arms
Legs for teeth
Ghost branches for crosses
Not doing anything wrong
Living teeth
Undulating wildly
Jesus in the stream
Jumping out of your teeth
It's a hell of a week
Christian beast

human plant

climb out
police the elementary
have a job
get ten thousand mortgages
die in a recliner

human plant
1950-2010

gibbon punching (don't)

For you shall not
Punch any gibbons
About the face

For you shall not
Want of gibbons
Just leave them alone
Okay

For what is wrong
Shall now be as
Decreed by law
Section IV
Title IX
Paragraph III
Line XVI
Look right there it says
Don't punch any gibbons
Stop it

For this offense
You are to be left
Gibbonless

on device touching

someone touch the device

someone touch the device
hand lull null
make them fingers go
little tiny fingers
little stalks of fleshy gold
clap clap clap
clop clop clop
horse hands, jazz hands
fingers hand
negative not-toucher

now you are legally required
to touch the device

someone give me a hand here jesus

comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
COMME UN G6,
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

it's hot and time travel is hard

frizzle frazzle
sizzle


i'ma here from future
i need to cool off

ow ow ow
ow

quail jam

my fingers poised
directly over the keys
on the keyboard
as i type the words
into the field

quail jam

nothing doing pal

swimmin robot

swimmin robots

halcyon mornings
out on the bread tanks
on the road to
america

disabled for two hours
due to maintenance
due to
thor fucking loki
in a motel 9

swimmin robots
all salty all rust
all getting they syrup on
on the road to
dallas

dystopian bread mine

tiny skeleton
malcontentedly chipping
away at the slim little
ghost vein
of stomach gnawing ore

he opened up his mouth and
then the breath came out
all twisting and swirling
around like little tendrils
of black bread

20 years later long since
the canary died
squaring off with god
at the gates of the
denver international airport

please keep clear
you are delaying the departure
of this train

salt preserved

dry, red
not cured, but cured

place reserved
bucket made of boards
under the deck

salt preserved
while the legs bow

frozen dead
not expired, but expired
can't last winter

sketches from ghost farm

in spring
when the leaves fall back
onto the trees
neon green
neon black

pour me a milk
i said to the
female ghost
i can't touch anything
the female ghost said
to me

i'm tired of
haunting the stable
i'm tired of
existential limbo
can we order a pizza
no

in spring
i rustle my sheets and chains
i change the trough water
i clean up them tumbleweeds

pour me a milk
pour it right through me
right through
neon black
neon green

manage blogs (1 total) 2: dark territory

sparkles at the forest factory
riffs in the night

puking lawnmower

i have traveled here from _____
to relay a following message

touch me i'm benjaham

Blocks

You will never win

Apple core
Empty pen
Giant air-conditioned computer
Ululating infidels crashing into themselves
Giant heated brains
Weeping sores
Massive kites emblazoned with jolly roger blanketing your every move
Yawning chasms of doubt
Spoilt milk
Death

Forgot to close tags
Forgot to turn iron off
Forgot to be avoided
Forgot to cancel hitman
Forgot

It's like this, kid
Give up early

tale of personal assistant

i hired a personal assistant
her face was made of solid wood
her golden tresses black
we startled each other
a large bus came by the compound
i heard a dog
in the night, our eyes touched
the stars were all shimmery
shim shim shim shimmeropolis

and god said from his fiery cloud
long shall your limbs grow
my sweaty child

write that down, personal assistant
write that down

phantom jaw

phantom jaw
chewing but not
talking but just spraying saliva everywhere
failing at cunnilingus
brushing toothpaste onto thin air
not really whistling at all

life is a mystery
phantom jaw

the time i got halved

as spectral light broke
across the golden boughs
of the iliac trees
at dawn
casting supple shadows
on our hands
and love was real
and time was only a thought
and the deer were barking
softly
softly
and everything was a miracle


i was sliced in half

TTS MGMT Update July of AD 2010

Hello all,

Please fucking notice the new layout.

New transmissions from the gods will be coming more regularly as the stress levels have skyrocketed allowing continuous delivery.

Do not attempt anything or you will be halved.

THX
LAS
TTS

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