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?