want to be free?
it's america.
to fill all the way up
to spill over
to walk away from the on tap
to go back to bed
where's your cold sweet aluminum water
i keep it in the shower
i keep it in it's little place?

i drink it to rid myself of hiccups
and of pain

someone finish my parchment roll
don't be late
underneath the tub is a mermaid stomach
that holds my ears' breath
and makes it not get in
tall and soft
and pastel
ice cream cone
you are so
proud

i like you
i want to drop you
and watch you froth
meltingly
into the gutter
into a froth
the color
of unicorns
oh don't worry

i love dirty teddy bears

and their dirty blonde ponytails

and their threaded toes
yea
roll over and hug the wall or whatever

I like it Cold when I Sleep, anyway.
you think it's security?
you think those are bells and that's green?
tabitha's cat has lots of colors
and is eating chicken livers
in the back of the moss covered car

you know what a tin roof sheilds?
the starlight and also the rain

you know that this moss used to be leather?

this floor is now dirt
tonight is a new moon
and somewhere where there is a milky way tonight
every time i say your name
my tounge fucking flexes
unghh!
y'know?
and it's a wet factory in my mouth
like every time i say your name
seriously babe
i think your pink plastic lampoon
needs a cock ring on it
pukewad.
duke tushey
puke mushy
little labretto
forest of thorns

don't leave me!
i'm so charmed by your shitty art
this is a really nice place do you own this place?
no my dad does.
your shitty art is really great i'm going to talk to you in my charmy nubile voice
an octave higher oozing chimey sex dingles, ok?
your upstairs bummer hole is really digging me out!
i love climbing your plastic stairs.
lets go to your place to fuck, always!
i tried to draw a book of lovers
in red and black and nude and pink
not suprisingly
i failed
and my pens all got lost
and the book's pages were all see through
so there's all these lovers embracing on top
of one another and i'm
here ignoring them
unsuccessfully

pithy

tattletale river
where's your orca strings quartet at tonight
you veritable vinagery victim
behind a dumpster and moldy
i smell it
i sit on an angry rock
it penetrates my fleshy bon bon.
it gives me scrapearoonies.

when i open my mouth all the way
i tell you the opposite with my very
open mouth about how rocks don't fly
rivers do and light did
but now the universe is overrrr
that's how we're here on this iseland together.

where's the dolphin duo microphone quartet at
i'm just sitting at the cafeteria
all bored like a fool eating my pudding
i could use an update or some flavor
i have plenty of pithy florescence
you know me and my anti-filiality
i need friends come on where is my performance.
EVERYTHIN IN MY LIFE IS STU CK IN ALL CAPS
i'm not crying
i'm just trying to drain the doubt out of my eyes
i'm just a poor boy
with a poor bullet

i'm just a dead dog
with yellow snow

i'm just a cold old man
with weak tea


we're all cracked
an entire purple mountain rests in my backside.
I live on the crest.
an entire freezing lake gets made all the time.
i'd like it if you could just
get this kink out of my neck

I'll take off my shirt
and you can see me naked
but most importantly you should rub my neck
and hopefully actually work something out

because it is sore.
you could step on my shoulders

lets just look into finding a dinosaur track
in colorado
in the sunshine on the prairie where there are tons of spiders in the grass

the bells chime in songs and also in churches
but we dont play bells at home right now.

just rub this out of my neck and be an old man that tells me stories
of women with cymbals on their fingers that clink
and of aching knuckles that I give myself
through the worst ways
not allowed.
Let's drink cold coffee
and sit on the floor
and eat iceburg lettuce
and talk about sheep
and draw pictures of
wales
I thought that she embroidered 'dad' but she embroidered 'dark'
I thought but
i know i have a chance
one chance in hell
one chance in a song
in the morning

and also hark
the harold
angels sing

a morning song

that I wont and cant wake up for

with my heavy

with your grace

with your grace
I need a cactus
so it can bloom in colors
i can't see,
but insects can.
(to me the flowers look green yellow
like my hair under a shadow)
this will remind me that butterflies exist

the spines will stick in my stomach

I can water it once a month
and watch it swell up like Health.

cactus

I need a cactus
so as to prick my finger on,
in my nightgown
and in my long blond hair
that is really smooth

and i'll prick it and recieve it's poison
daily
and fall into a gentle slumber
that i'll only wake up from with
a prince's kiss?
listen to me,
listen to my extra parts.
they beat like a drum
and make my voice squeak more helplessly.
they are called.
Springtime, I'm not even thinking of you.
Fall, you're all about rape.
Tommy, your real name is winter.
Summer- I can't even say your name.
day two

and i'm in it

and the water's set to boil

in like 5 minutes

there's dust on the empty bottle

and a white animal

loose in the house

I have an extra ring.











+












































GET OUT OF ME


I DON'T KNEAD YOU


I DON'T KNEAD ANYMORE

I AM A BREEZE

I AM A FLOWER IN THE BREEZE

I AM UNRUFFLED

AND MY SKIN IS CLEAR

INVISIBILITY

STUDY

AND WARMTH

ARE WHAT I'M INTOBEINGINTO NOW
LET ME CLEAN UP A LITTLE BIT


LET ME SWEEP


LET ME POUR HOT WATER


AND WIPE IT UP WITH WHAT USED TO BE A DIAPER
IT IS ABOUT TIME

TO GET DRAINED

TO BE FLEXIBLE

AND EASY

IT IS ABOUT TIME TO GO TO THE WOODS

AND TO GET TO KNOW SOME SAP

AND SOME WET BROWN NEEDLES

IT IS ABOUT TIME TO PUSH

PUSH THE ICE UNTIL IT BREAKS

AND A WALRUS CLIMBS OUT.
LET ME BREATHE

BREATH OF PEPPERMINT



LET ME SHINE


WITH LOCKS OF GOLD



LET MY GARMENTS

FLUTTER IN THE COLD WIND



LET MY TABLE

BE FILLED WITH ROSES.
RAIN RAIN RAIN

COME TODAY

COME BATHE ME

COME LET ME

GET RID
ENTER IN









FLOOD












OF DARK WATER















STILL CLEAN










THAT FILLS UP










THE COURTYARD













THAT'S IN THE MIDDLE












AND DRAINS OUT













LEAVING ONLY THE WHITE PEICES















THAT COME IN PEAT MOSS















ENTER

THE

SMELL

OF PEAT.
ENTER IN







DOLPHIN








SALT






&







FOREVER FRESH








AND SPLASHING
my eyes sting and
my eyes cant stay open
and i went out because i had to
and I want to quit all my vices
but they keep me holding on
like a holiday inn
i'm quitting before i start
i'm paying too much for transport
i'm giving up my main moral
which was wearing black.

i'm wearing waffle weaves now
and a sweatshirt that my mom gave me
i missed your concert
i didn't even go to the venue called blackout
i didn't stay sober even, though.

i won a game of pool tonight & i'm proud
and I missed dr suess because I can't get it
all together
it seems
a little shot
in the throat
and in my heart
and in my politics
and in my etiquette


a little waffle iron

a little baked shoulder

a little pimple
my whole face is blown off
and flapping in the wind

my underwear fell off
and my nose needs picked

i'm a wreck
and i'm full, full
love is not the same as laughter
you always are standing outside the music
let me tell you a little about myself.
I have no self control
and I drink grapefruit juice.

Monday

the first monday

I looked him straight in his face
and thought I could definitely
learn his language.

the next monday

He looked her straight in the face
and asked her
what she thought of him.

Saturday

I'm kind of like a duck
but I'm made of glass
I'm a water pitcher

When you tip me over
and pour me out
a big drop of water
falls in my hand

It's daytime
and cloudy
but I swear it's a full moon
right now.

On the song "baby blue" by AAron GAyle BArker

baby blue is the sky
baby blue is some people who are sharkses eyes
baby blue is not the grass
but it is my only love

baby blue is so heaven
so breath in my lung
so not the moon
so fresh unlike the moon

baby blue is all that there can be
it is all that ever was up there
it is so breath
baby blue is so clean

my name is baby
my name is blue

every time i'm punctuated it is by baby blue!
I didn't used to love it
I now do
-I'll tell you what young child
get some exercise in the sunchine
see, sometimes
you get all drunk
and eat the fat
in big gulpy type bites
and the fat is sweet.


sometimes,
when down
you buy a pack of m n m s
and you eat a few and throw a few
on the wet ground
and eat a few
and throw some on the ground
and they taste sharp.
huckleberry finn is calling me


someday, I swear I'm going to lose it
I'm going to walk in
and I'm going to say
"Tonight, someone let me out of the box"

and from then on it'll be
all gone
when nannies used to make
sugar tits
out of hankies
and sugar
and a ribbon

and put it in the baby's mouth
and the baby would suck on the hankie with sugar
and the nanny would sing lullabies
maybe there would be a porch swing or a crib
there would definitely be wood
and heavy air that smelled like agriculture
like fresh
there would be birds back then.

the nanny would mend clothes too
or knit socks
and there was heavy songs
and heavy throaty voices
and sugar tits then
thank god for all the men who wear
light blue
and for all the wives that buy them
light blue
and for all the workplace standards that require
light blue
baby blue
like the colors of the eyes
they wear them and
Heaven
is put everywhere they are
I'm all grown out,
pits and pubes.

all grown up
i'm a big boy now.
uh, wallowing here!
let me out of the place
that is outside the golden cage
where i'm going to get my future
children!
my dusty children!
they will chirp!
I want to get so dirty.!
I want to get so dirty
that I get scabies/rabies/leprosy.
because I'm not me
eat the dust on the grapes
and the fat on the top
and the fat around the edges
of the animal products

eat animal products
use sauces

you
flaky
flower.

SAPPHO PROJECT

(IN THE WORKS)
SAPPHO PROJECT: TRAKL


Black swans black swarms
Laughing blood plunges
Sheep/sleep is black
Broken arms/Fluffy

Silver soles
Broken waves
Wild wolves, broken

The dark eagles: sleep and death
Whose voice

Not your dark poisons again,
White sleep!
Flutter like a seal

Red cloud red cloud

SAPPHO PROJECT: MUELLER

1. FROM TWO LETTERS

Sixty years. Of power.

“Gasp for souls not bodi,
Frank/Hamlet-actor without a face,
I see you.”
[Great wall_ under the sun]
“Stamp hole to hole to the last hole.”
Third crowing of the
_cock
_bells
_blood drenched mist
_Necktar

For us the span between Nothing and Little


2.
I AM DEATH COME FROM ASIA


3.


When the light says, I am the gloom
It has spoken the truth.
When the gloom says, I am
The light, it does not lie.

Best of all
is a stillborn father.
I wished my father were a shark
Which had ripped apart forty whalers
(And I had learned to swim in their blood)

vibrating mouth-
gag
vain
luckless angel
mighty wing-beats

the trees belong to the dead
enjoy my privileges
airplane whiskey
Queen of Hearts

Any idiot can die_ drop_couple
Kisses, Nietszche

SAPPHO PROJECT: BEN MORGUE

Flower

Slid into the brain
Drink your fill in that vase,
Rest in peace.

Mouth
Chewed up

Rats
Living off liver and kidney
Drinking the cold blood
And enjoying a fine childhood

Only earth should return to earth

[Sun stormed in her hair
Brownish breast s
Purple garter
Of blood
Around her hips]
the bodies give birth
Brain to balls
Two
One womb
“we are ready when you are sir”
keep sterile tampons in store:
raging rattling her bony sword
Death sneaks off to the cancer ward
lift up this coverlet
once
ecstacy and home
has so much blood
down to earth
earth calls,
salute.
(anointed with urine and feces, too)

chaste,
full of caves
hardly scent
it’s only a sweet leaning toward of the air
against my brain,
almond thirst
in us .
Dark: underneath her garments now it lives:
White animal only: loosed and silent scent

Poppy
It makes you think of blood clots and menstruation
In short: the murky path of mana







I want to make so many rules.
I rule.
And I want to give presents, but I don't.
I would give a christmas ornament if I had one.
One of the ball ones.

Ornaments are usually stored in dark rooms
except for two weeks or so.
very dark rooms
your
breakfast
menu:

white eggs with white sauce on a white plate with more white sauce on the side on a different plate.


It'll be gross.
ducks honestly don't even waddle
they just are so graceful
and so well behaved
and like to go for little swims
just like I do.

they eat all the bugs out of the air,
and it is so cute.
they just peck at the air for hours
and then groom their feathers
and then go for a swim.

I love ducks.

there are white ducks and other colored ducks.
they are green or grey.

they don't even waddle.
they are so cute
and their feet are so flat!!!

"CB"

tickle me pink
poodle skirt

more like
poodle skirt
umbrella

with a real tail underneath.

that i'm reaching up
the devil's teeth
are soft
like the devil's belly

when you pull the trigger
of the gun
there's backlash
whether you hit the target
or not


Good is
Hot finger
on temple
carrying the knife outside the pants,
Good is
Hot ham
and a woman like a hellebore
Hot cheese,
a good woman
who doesn't talk too much
the mosquito with it's dark nectar
it buzzes too,
like a bee

(serena)

the bridal shop is
full of kindness
& thin plastic
& wants me
but is hard
to find the entrance


and I'm with a Dark Marilyn
Mon roe
anyhow and don't have
time to fill out
fill out the papers
and Dark Marilyn Manson Monroe

she reminds me
Where is the beat?
Where is your different personality?

BIRDS


1.
a big pink flock of robins
pink because the sunset + their breasts
eat worms despite
a hotter earth

2.
and all the cockatoo could do
was lick with its five boned tongue
and peck with it's two boned lips
and speak to us at an angle


2.
to
"fuck me"
like a blue bird
with a black song

and a red beak
that picks at dusty crickets

to
"fuck me" like a
bird that
lives in a dark wet fir
one that is still alive inside
its ribs

and not the chapel bells played hastily
that old tune too fast
that old mary had a little lamb
but ultra tempo
not like that
we'll put it up there
its sour
but up on the mantletop
the red easter egg that
won all the competitions
and is such good luck
it's rotting inside the case on the mantle
it's been there too many years
it's begging to be let out
with its red cry and its laying down
inside crystals
inside a dead house
inside a bubble town
inside a healthy state
inside the west

Bob Dylan Song

walk two moons
get a tootsie
roll
walk three
get a bike
walk one moon
with me baby
walk one moon
and be mine
run one moon
run simple
feel your knees
bump and grind
run one moon
i'm at the end
of your finish line
your ankles
love eachother
they rub and bleed
bump one moon
bump the moon
bump the moon
here we are on the brink again

the sinks won't close,
they hold back
with a whine

we're on the edge, we're edgy
we play
palsey and polio
brands of our grandparents

right now, this millenium,
we have less dirt,
less shit in our faces,
less gingham and twine
more porcelain more porcini
more granite floors
less aprons but we're exactly the same
100% bdsm
and we're not even faster.

we hold back all the time
hear voices in the water,
we fall over the edge
black tadpoles on a dam.
you have my million wives
by the pomegranate
by the bowl
I just did it
did you hear?
Hurts
only a little
in this town
it hurts
in
In
a different spot.
we stayed at motels
and they always gave us
two beds
and not because we're two souls.
but because we're one soul
that's too young.
And the wind blows sideways
defying gravity
because the wind
is another force
from another place
and the sauces
matter
sauces matter
especially the
savory
sauces
you have all my lovers
and you won't give them back
persephone
i'm ruddy
to run
I'm messy
and friendly
and rough
ready

knowing
i'm right here
just it'll take
a second to spruce
up
i'm the loss
the thing is
i may
not
come

around,
come
ten moons
ten moons
are a black
umbrella &
the coolness
of a bat
competitive
bats in golden
caves
piles of berries
piles of cherries
piles of sour
for you and me
and take it slowly
i do like dropping out
i do like letting go of
invisible force fields

what's all this phantom pain?
I thought I got lice in a
French boomerang house
in a plume of a boomer.
scrape my shoulder in a
move i never make

someday i'll get glinted
differently and maybe i am already.
incredible india
lots of numbers
i'm not eating right
where's my line?
my figure.
my acupuncture
acupuncture me.

fellowship :
a gate that clicks
after it swings

wash me.

is it a fast day?
ouch
ouchstop
0 I'm ready
ready for +
and phantom pain's A-ok

guns

the boss was right
about hunger
and
wanting
productivity
does he have moles?
i dont remember
even where they would have been
a big U drawn under my belly button
and wanting to get even
and not caring
about
breaking
breaking even
& if you wake up early
you're ahead
it means you got the worm,
that's how the
worm works.

marina's story

joey crosby is just the shit
he just talks all low
8 years old and naked
TENT FLAPS OPEN
and he belts
i'm tnt
suck my dick
i'm tnt
i'm dynamite
i'm willing to fight? no.

the end
(cape cod, baby!)
bitches are the same up close as far away
hairy breathy and won't look at you
wont look you in the eyes.
wont do it like that for you
wouldn't've anyway
that song cathy's clown
"dont want your kisses that's for sure" (~chip~)
don't know about ray charles, not in detail anyway
don't know about peres v netanyahu,
don't care.
posture posture
make your neck long
focus on the collar bones
focus on your tits.
sit crosslegged and let it all
fall out of the downstairs
let it all drain out when you
sit there indian style.
hold your cauldron
but don't stir your cauldron.
you're being regal
your elbows are out here
and your hands are together
they 'inter'lock'
now focus on your knees dropping
and let it all flow out
from downstairs
so nervous
and so slow
so so right now

cuz you're so fingertips baby
so inside flat of a pinkie finger
you sweet,
you Boo.
like a candy corn pinkie baby
just common like that
just so normal for an american
y' don't dance too good, don't know
cotillion or waltzes
but knew about the back of a pickup
once/intuitively like a dog

think y can make music but y cant too good
cant love too good
don't want enough
too still,
too equal to women
to push push it

y never buy green or blue dyed carnations
or get dusty from roads or
greasy from machines
shame on you
jus good at bro-ing down
good at boys
and at hardworking women
who are equal
when your feet revolt on a roof
the sky is full of asterixes
but later
later we might do it
There's a line through your face
like you're bleeding from your third eye
and it goes down your eyecrack
and in your nostril side
to over your lips can you taste it?
aint wipin that off.
you have flowers all around your neck too
and there are leaves on the flowers
but behind you is all black? is it flat there?

when you hold it back

a full brush very bloated with dust
is also like a cheesecloth filled with cream
do they hold on to things that should be let go?
Playwrights are rampant, boredom is rampant
male water buffalo go on rampages
strings are plucked not so often as one may think
and the window sucks the curtain in
and holds it there.
The window is not an eye it is a large dry mouth.
if you pull a string and hold it long
does it pluck louder when it is let go?
maybe the chicken knows, the chicken knows about plucking.
on the edge of towns there's this crust
of those welcome buildings that are also exit buildings
that are also shat on

That crust is the same crust that's on biscuits served there
mmmmm.
he wrote all about childbirth hemmingway did
but it doesnt even matter honestly
b u l l .
and war? what the fuck is that? honestly.
I have no clue about all that fucking bullshit
war and childbirth? give me a fucking break.

I know all about some SHIT though, really like pink snowballs that you eat
but they're so sweet they're salty they're just so stimulating
its like UMAMI, the fifthe fuckinge taste
except in shad-ow f o r m.

just with war you don't even feel about it if you're me.

best story ever.

ode to how all the mints make my breath and tummy
the best!! omg!
york mints, after eights, jr. mints.
they are anti-afrodizziacs tho. o well :(/;)
liver for breakfast
next week
hal-le-lu-ia

livin on sunshine n
vitamin D,
Cokakkola, we All walk like egyptians,
duh.

Heresay if i daresay
bliss is in my name,
i am ultimate and absolute bliss
bliss I am.

I daresaid there are two ds on that woman, woman with a yoni
that flop and
her waist just not even there and those
eyebrows are absolutely me and you and
nataliya voliodovnanana
yorn and yule
puke and drool
See,
You are in the food i eat
i eat you everytime i eat.
and that is why we are so close
everytime the woman walks down the street
in the sunshine
and we feel so good because we're not deprived
and we're so eachother?

different poems.

1.
what the fuck is that O doing in the middle of that word?

2.
just because we all
have bob dylan in common
doesn't mean we can dis shit,
honestly,
let go.

3.
I'm not talking about how triangles are
all there to create whatever expression of harmony
amongst the discord,
or your bent or unbent hat brim
THAT HOLDS AND LETS

4.
seasons make such a difference, i'm all season myself.

5.
going out on limbs is really legal.
the limb does not want you.
and neither does the tree.
i've always been one who could go out on the road
with my pitchfork
i have soaring confidence
because I can tell the difference between some birds of prey
like red-tailed
"chippewa
chippewaa
chippewa/chickadee"
those birds all have breasts
but out on the range all that matters is long legs
some dry nimble man flexibility
keep going like that
and loose clothing
but mostly effortlessness
Is that soreness, pleasantness, itching or burning?
Is this cliche?
Do we all know about it?

some people know about it
and other people feel about it And Don't Know Just Are

there are only good people in this world
that is for sure
only pureness and unadulteration
all the food in the world is kosher,
that's for sure
there is no evil
only confusion and judge ment
because we just did it that way


Some tribes run on smoke and some on corn,
that's for sure.


All some tribes
include the actual shit
and include their children
but not nowadays
except in secret dens
in inner cities
that are illegal
and on tv

death year here

he only want police
earth raw lorax
utica we kortland
jutinder is an iowanker
porkers on terhan
and terhan's vintikation
eats and pluots mirabelles
huttonston variety
lily, quiet, reeds in winter
guys in town
yonkers and bonkers
joint
and
polsters on the walls cry
huyindon leaders
mice and rats know
hey how do people restrain themselves
and the power of positive thinking
making when there's layers might be there
you are lazy
there are gutters on this building rotting and heavy
there are so many worms here probably
there are glow bugs too they all itch
it all itches when it gets bigger

live nights are also growing boners
moving uncomfortable unstoppable
cats just keep pushing at you with their sides and heads
and sexuality. their purring is actually them sexing.
live nights leave loners scared.
what do you do to push like a cat
stay empty and happy
and remember you want people

dont

don't let it ruin your night my sweet nothing

all text

jokes:
1.
11 months out of the year it's italian but in december it's christmastime!
2.
Learning experiences
are great like vicccss66
and how it is alchoholic in a way that makes my butt hurt
heres some cheers to those who get way more stoned than me
who get way more boned than me
heres to medicine head
and being on the losing end of it
one night playing violin, I think i'm ok if i get out of the house
just like most of us,
and fear of unnavigation
and hasstlement
what's a man to do with an electricfeather breath like me though
what's a man to do here in this weather?
I'll give some pennies to poorness that spurs
i'll give some pennies to the sprue that is in me
that makes me only eat potatoes.
And here's to not getting back to me
here's to the hangup calls from all from my uncle to my longest
here I am,
i'll wake up early tomorrow.

wack

dumb