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
Mary pale as ground xerox coring apple pallets
My mother foreign
I wonder what I’m hiding from
She’d rather give away my syllables with long stems
Absolution
There’s a lapping tongue in her vagina
Halliburton is president
Patches of dark sky along the riverbank
Everything around me has veins
Still wondering what to do about some information
Words draw wads of dew across sorcery
The moon’s anger scars vinyl
Waiting for the man
Her mind in order
Ephemeral, late
Distinct
Heat below the clothes
Shaking and popping down Clifton ave
The rat’s house, underneath
I am shaped like water for you
The soft cigarette
Car alarms chittering across cubist blocks
Breathe out, breathe in
August sugars geysers of heat-dancing now
It’s standard
Little Orange Pills
Everyone hurts
These clouds quiver like hammers dousing
A panel will call for changes in the planning, construction and operation of skyscrapers, according to officials
Morning light thick with the Agent
Wake up, cocaine
Skinny brillohead kid lifting cars in iffy neighborhoods
To be liquid in distance
Gag reflex
Limitless it-ness
You’re in Hershey formation
What it’s like to be clean
Your pride still hot in your belly
Joseph reckless on the server
Why all this naming in nouns
Black cats bounding over everything
Our little dog, Two
Grape Kool-Aid
Choking
Or I fall in an anchored room
O Spring: your lamps blare into the street
This sudden comfort, unhinged and surprised
The Agent redraws her sight
Glazed
These clouds spinning over the parking lot
The Street
We take turns coming
Once a week
The moon hides when I’m hard
Arial, Helvitca, Sans-Serif
I carry with me the grid on which I saw it all
The delicate explosions
The soft white birds
dawn prickly wet on face