Deluxe lesion eventually–never mind
the numbness alone and a cold bites
bones you thought you didn’t have
the balls–Tools and the smudge
on the very edges jelly of the sides
of the eyes scattered over
everything you see
here was before I got hired in–
The Dr. Spock nostrils, the waxen
efficiency, that cold-ass Nurse
Ratchet–And clangs languid blisters,
language photographs, shred docs from
a mansized safe–
Nothing the size of a man
is safe
Inside all day, disemboweled
Leave that up so I can look at it
You deserve to die, you live below the sea
My sound is the harsh in a brass dog
Smiling, Tasting
Punching into the screen
Black kitten teeth thought over fondly
I’m sinking into myself
I’m pushing holes through myself to accept more that is foreign to me
Perform
Bellowing
He’s bored
A perfect solution exists
Pink after midnight
The candy sat in the rain
Mary waking sweetly on me
Her sex is narcotic and spiritual
The moon lures me along dark woods
Color bites the hand that feeds it
Through the pores
Mary distills crystal dawns to a hierarchy tree
This line is for Ted Warnell
I try to light the wrong end of my cigarette again
That’s why I never accept love
This room holds heat
Yes, all the stores are closed on Broadway
Rob Myers
Coming and going
More critical terms, out of your mind
Spitting temporary metier
Black concavity of sleek mission moves
Pink after midnight
Running low on weed again
Erasing relations
Everything about debris
Smallish squeaking animal
Looseness of Lorain Porch Life
Jeran playing shadows on a black kitten
Slippery faces deflected in rain
The lights go out and we’re lost
Time emptying out into Mary’s white arms
Your rite
I stood, aghast, vaporizing
Art Radio
i think often that in many ways
This sentence is a curve around which headlights turn
I’m a virgin for you
On Mars, the candy is noxious
Sigh of the Agent, staring over the edge
Beginnings and endings are arbitrary
The Sun into Cancer this arvo is hitting in your Higher Mind sector giving you The Edge
Punching into the screen
Light bending over
These clouds settle over our toy lives
Your definition violates want
The moon lures me along dark woods