life's a hole
you dig as you go
when the earliest time comes
and it is early
one can eat natural sugars then
in a spoonful as worship of the morning
if they want
and a slice of citrus
as the worship
like a crack
crusted with glitter

i drag my cross
daily
like a little fish i eat
like a little chicken bird i eat
like a little pig i eat
like knowing the earth
when one is the king of all wind
then they can make me do what they want
who tells my fortune right
but a foreigner
a little swirl in
my cup

a little dirt
in my pants
jimmy crank
we all know what it is like to speed
a fast car in the fast lane
wind blowing at night
like a fast car
dancing in the dark
like a bird dances in the day
forever young
like a prick

from a spindle
blue pure chocolit
i daydreamed us friends
and that we were laughing
and running together
how that all golden fruit
in one day is stinking trash
so if the desert is mocking the sea
then what are you doing?
i cooked your dinner in trash
and you ate it
father grandpa
came out
and a tree came out
grandpa came out naked
and my hair went white
grandma came out naked
and i saw in her trunk
a spirit with very red eyes
and a very stinky mouth
the face in the tree talked to me
and it had nothing to do with the wind
like a little baby monkey
i cling to your hand
like it is a mommy
like a small baby animal
i have eyes you could eat
and scary crazy hands
all baby animal
has naturally
bloody wet fur
with very rare scent
like a baby panda
we live in a bed of flowers
and suck on oreo milk bottle

we all have ankle bracelets
tying us up
we're all barely
human
and none of us
knows
how we got here
two bells ringing
together
like a cat pushes its eyes closed
i go to my room 
like a cat moans
i stretch
to lick the violet
just like a bunny nibbles a crumb
i wiggle my thumb
im gonna get a leaker
and smack balls i find on it
im a little girl
and both my arms are broken


i have a little carseat
and a little diaper
to make stinks in

i have you
a woods with no
dick
is worthless
sex is a boring thing that happens to dead people
heehee
I smell like patchouli
because I used patchouli bodywash
i may be on drugs
but i can still spell
dungeon
i turned my hand over
and shook off a small
brown cockroach 
very nice boys
only wear ties
very nice thighs
have blue ribbons
very nice beers
are frothy and cold
very nice kittens
even scratch
could make tea
and die
could
kill me

id fall for the trap
like a princess
of olde
fell for an arsenicy
sugarplum
i'm a whore
i get scratched
for money

i'm a dj
i am a cat
i'm going to meet 
him
be introduced
and puke
in the street
behind the
bar
did you tell her
i'll die young
and that i'm already sick?
and that I wear only
rags
and blood pools and rots beneath my eyes?
walked through the whole big forest
found some berries
but not one cock to suck
Is a peach
and a flower
the whole
set

and front
is there
red flower
that asks
small birds
to kiss
and eat it
with greens
all on fire


but and
dont forget
son
the soft
dark dwelling
between them

der
im a mystic tree
im covered in fog
my arms are many
and they are crossing
eachother.
and my fingers are crossing
eachother
and my feet go on for miles.
but all you can see is my
trunk
which is my stomach.
and the birds fly
all around me
and so do other animals
i have many holes in me
i only speak
when the wind whips all through
my fingers and arms
and forces me to whisper
upset whines
and mean secrets
just like a tall old tree
in a magic forest
i have a big hole in me
and an owl lives in it
like a tree in the winter
the balls hang off of me
in all different colors
like a christmas tree
im covered in a bunch
of shit
and im lit
like every night
three and a half
billion
sluts
in this world
i have a few torn dresses
hanging or in drawers
they lie and hang there
like little sluts
one man's shit
is a mushroom's
feast
at a masquerade
ball
naked ladies in the internet
naked ladies in the papers

naked little ladies in tattoos
naked little sluts everywhere
all over the entire world
we have gotten so much mail!
we are so attended to!
the maidens chime
they sing it to eachother.

the maidens all wear dark
and love films.

i love the maidens.

they talk to eachother
and agree.

they are so nice the maidens

they like food and to eat it
and to also cook it.
they like to be good women
and to also wear clothing
and make drawings that are
charming and nice
and to find nice things

the maidens do the best they can
they try to look pretty

they have men they treat well

they even know words to songs
and sing them!!

they dance nicely
and smile nicely

they are dark the maidens
in color.
they are friendly
i love the maidens i do
when she walked through the
snow that day
she had to keep her legs too far
apart
because of some things

then she got to a log
and tried to eat cheese
but the chunk
fell down in the ice
they were on top of the rock for a snack
and the rock was warm
on their legs
and also the food barely tasted
because of how nature was so active
the two of them were
definitely there
over a rock
for a snack

the rock was filled with
mica

one of those days
where one teaches
naturally
where one is a
natural teacher


no one had to ask
if the other felt
the water cold

it was so obvious
which way

also when walking that day
it was so sweet in the mouth
to take the big heads of the
grasses in it


very nice to find secrets in
the fields of grasses

very nice to see flowers bloom
very easy for them to bloom
he charmed her with a sparkling rock
and a sparkling glass of water
he gave her from a spring

she sat down on a rock
and could feel her stomach
strongly

she sat on a rock and could feel

they were on a hike
and there was grass
and grasshoppers
and siblings everywhere

very long ago
it was like
he said he liked me
or i heard it
it was so much like
a ring around the rosie
it was so much like a pink rosie

liberty bell

i'll grow up to be like
a big bell
that you cant even ring anymore

i'll grow up just like a raw
i lay here
like paint in an open bucket
drying sloowly
but still underneath wet
with a big comforter blanket
lots of this stuff
all over even now
all over me
banana skin on me
all over me to the top
which is long and hard and brown
and it is wharm in here where i
cant havve breithed
goinng to the middle of winter
like a little rabbit hops
to the thicket

now we are
even in the heat
o i waited for you to get better
for years.
now I know how to
cook for someone else.
Cool walks at night
were
not
but the house forest
was,
and shades opened
and then drawn
he's not a very good teacher
at all
i'm not quite sure what it is he likes
and from this much information
it looks like he doesn't exist much
he just comes down stairs
and i can't even understand a word
and now, after this, I swear I'm
changing a few important things
because this is just too much,
really throws the shit to the forefront.
Really, now just come downstairs and teach
me something? Ok and so i cant understand
because I'm in a different room
and he's not even talking to me
he's there,
leaning,
not knowing he's knitting his eyebrows
all over town
and when he sees the dog
he just loses his shit
and is like talking like a baby
and his hair is flopping all around

later he really,
i mean really, mops the floor
i'm ok
like a little field mouse is
or a cactus is
One says
"its ok though, it's all fine really"
or "ya i'm totally fine"
"everything's ok, not great"
"i'm ok"
i ate like 6 raspberries
and then put on my comfiest shirt
and now i'm just being productive
tea
that's been
in the cupboard
too long
is disgusting
a beautifully built one
well constructed
fit to serve
and hang
this one is good
very expensive
enough to not even give


then i get a kiss on my cheek
making things
like a little privelege
learning something
getting out
not taking
not taking
not taking
breathing while not doing it
breathing in my nose with smells
and thinking of babar
and of the plight of certain animals
and a situation i read in a book once
and not taking
and
then
eating watermelon?
when i'm having a good time
and the sun is setting
and the sky is blood red
or orange, pink
or purple too
and white
and blue and i see a
crescent moon
and maybe a star
or venus
i'm really having a good time
then.
when i'm thinking about you
and see the moon
it is my secretary
over there
trained,
a karate fighter
runs on the beach
takes small meals
prays
but who does he think of
when he looks at the moon?
fire
play
burnt
personal experience
maybe a song
actual warm
a fire,
people coming over
smoke,
"white rabbit"

true religion
summer fires,
golden as a little golden ring
leaving smell on One
leaving beautiful black behind
in a circle on the dirt
summer fires
coals
putting out them
washing the black ash off my feet
a whole cooler filled with ice
and a whole bag filled with charcoal

and the small room that the dark
makes all around us?

some grass,
some river flowing,

all the birds are quiet
too
"postcard"

"wyoming,"

"2008"

certain
living in a little hole?
eating little pickles?
living?

little stoves with blues
wittle tinky fridges?
little tshirts?

"love"
bathtub conversation
what to do?
ground that holds all
the whites
ground that is moist
ground that kisses
my forehead


ground eats electricity
ground drinks water
ground spits green


ground


also winning,
inserting.
sitting round a
table with small
pink flowers
in a cup

"tea lights"

tea: ceylon,


"life"
five small men are somewhere
playing cards
small table
just come over here
and stick your hot mouth
over this candlestick, see
suck it in to blow it out
and then there is smoke to deal with
over dinner
all the way on the constant
all the way on blacktop pavement
let us go to the desert
and let us believe in dirt clods
a little bit over the crust
and over the edge

of the green hill
in a red shirt

and believe in
no moral cause
my friend
but that of
the orange you're
eating

for me!
a big number
for you!
small boxes
filled with
tinsel


for you!
new mexico, 2007
special candy
in a cupboard
with words on it
children words
new post privat
queen of
cards
of a table
she's like a little bell
that keeps needing
to be rung
this is a song.

can you see what i see?
a star a star
shining from afar
and it twinkles like a little
eye or hair

twinkles like a bell
and a voice
saying things
it
has
said
many times

twinkles like a drip
in a bucket
ding ding ding
every shine in every eye
and every smile on an inanimate object
every figure in a cloud

and all the dances in smoke
and all the flashes in the corner of your eye
and all the spills that make shapes
and the faucets that talk

the purple towels
the lilac pens
the periwinkle fleeces
the violet stationary
the smell of uncooked tofu
and it's juice

a living room with no windows
trees
tree
trees
cut the sky
cut
cut cut
"play"

is never play.
it is perversion
and hellbentedness
and boredom
and grease
all them sit in a circle
and they hold hands
and they sing a song to the food that they have

they sing a song to the food and they are children
and they don't care about the song
and they don't care about the hands

they don't like the food.

the whole sky is filled with ice crystals
and there are golden rainbows in it
and the whole ground is full of confused children
who do not care
three old teachers
like the dog and the rain and the horse
three old benches

the dog follows
the rain falls
and the horse is somewhere

the dog begs
the rain whips
the horse won't let you too close
but also will let you pretty close

the dog barks and is scary
the rain makes crops grow
the horse is a little horsey and twitches with flies
five dimes sit there
five movies play at the cinema

a whole field of grass is dry
and flows in the wind

a whole field of poppies:
does it deplete the soil?

five worms
fed to one big fish

five days left
before the deadline
folding napkins
eating flowers
climbing waterfalls
eating coffee ice cubes
swimming in red water
tasting wine
eating trees and looking
at trees
eating frozen fruits
riding a bike down a hill

the finer things in life
a tiger roars
it sounds like choking
a frog croaks
and you can hear it
and we are all speaking the same
language
you guys we both exist
and there is a sky
with a kite in it
it is about to get weird:

i'm about to get into raw potato

i know.

the thing about starbucks is that they play bob dylan

which is neat

the thing about life is that there is ground

and potatoes grow in it

and there is bob dylan

he sings about my feelings

starbucks

serves delicious frappes
when i worship
lord god
i love to drink water too

when i drink water
i am worshipping lord god throat
no perv tho

when i worship lord god chocolate
i have to ask my friends if any is
still on my face
when bears worship
lord god forest strawberry
or lord god gooseberry
they really worship her
lord
it has been awhile
since i have had a chance
to worship lord god strawberry

i would like to worship her on
some angelfood cake soon
too real?
bathing in a pool
bathing in a pool
dogs swim all around
and there is lemonade


now it is night

i ate hot fudge

there are flowers but not as many
as there were a couple months ago
every day is tolerable
if i can bathe.

very nice kittens in boxes on the street
very nice bike to ride
very well behaved things

folding napkins.

lighting candles.
what happens when you wear a face?
somebody said "we all have many selves"

the girl over there
has said the word "honey"
repeatedly
i can chant my own name for hours
i chant my name over and over
i chant it on the internet
also on my phone
i chant it around fires
but only when i'm by fires
i'm a very modern girl
i own chickens now
they live in my back yard


i have a cage in my room
with singing birds
that are blue

my chickens are black

i also have an entire
herd of guinea hens
that think i'm their mom
and follow me everywhere

i only wear leather
i eat mostly radishes
i can climb waterfalls
i can see the stars in daytime
i can do whatever i want
it is really cool
there are roses here too
if i was a little mushroom
i would be red with white dots.
you could eat me and die.
there would be people who
loved me
and whole civilizations
that used me
if i was a little mushroom
i would be under a big tree
and i would eat poop.
if i was a little mushroom
i would be black underneath
and i would digest rotten things
if i was a little
cat owned by bob dylan
i would be in a different life.
exactly what i want now
exactly for me
four heads of broccoli
and they can be cooked
anywhichway

yes yes
i spend all my days
walking down
the very streets
that bob dylan walked
merely 40-0 years in the past now

it is just important that
we all get our leafy greens
and our connection to music
in a tough day and age like this

not
attention to me


five seats around
a round table

five cups




my night
my cake too.
i'm not quite sure just what i've lost
it's a whole nother forest, i know
the woods i'm in now, though
i'm sure that there's roses here too
fiorucci
forinaria
forever
for ton
liquid energy!?
hot milk and water
to drink.

somebuggy will tell me
what to do
somebuggy will give me a
little break!
a little crunchy break!

five o clock coffee
sweet stretches
shotput eyes
out breath
i'm enrolling you with my face and neck filled with flowers.
Me?
my kitten?
long black eyes
scabby lashes
scrappy face
black red circles
really veal
un
rubber loon
sweet lake with sweet birds on it
sweet stars in the sky
sugar stars
dessert.
sweet air
sweet wind
sweet children
pure sugar picnic table
sweet puddle
sweet golden pinecone
sugar globe
ice sugar dinner
love of nature
what kind of ghost is this?
irish?
a fresh green ghost?

what kind of mexican ghost is this?

a bloody dog
i'm a little teacup
thristy
thirsty for brown water
i'm a little teacup
pour water on my dry plant
and then give me the water
and then put it in me and
then i'm full
and then i'm thirsty again
im a little teacup
sometimes im dirty
sometimes im clean
sometimes i stand on my big hole
sometimes i stand on my flat
i am so useful in this world
i'm so thirsty when im empty
pouring
spring is s-rung
pring!
wood planks hold dark wet spring together
wood sticks hold white spring up in the air
wood is wet and smells springy
wood is green in spring
wood cups gold green thats new
wood holds
a little home on the prarie
in a tree.
with a carrot garden in
the cabbage patch
a little rain falling down on the ground
a little play shown
with red cloth
a little gunny sack
little sack of bugs that
i carry and sing about
i will sing you a whole song
all about a bag of bugs
from my sweet home that
you stand outside of
a sweet home in a hole
in a tree
to you
standing in my patch
with a little budget
a
little badger
little money
little hole
anything can be done
with a stipend
even a wet little home in the ground
even a small little movie
for entertainment
as long as you have a blankie
and body heat
you have a dirty burnt pot
and a sense of adventure
a pattycake
lick my drool
i've been a book
my whole life
a hard bound
classic
 but when i leaned over
to see if my pages were gilded
on the edges
my spine broke
and now i'm all wobbly
have to be careful
when you p ick me up
and the college bookstore worker
wont take me back
except for recycling
I'd rather work
and give people juices and foods
than for even one second
be back in the woods
with you
and my old self
The silver buttons on my shirt are mocking the fadedness of my clothes and the brightness of the moon
Sweet dinner
of meat
with fat on it
eating not for hunger
talking solves nothing
of movement
of gridlock


of needing
the spray of
la mer
Ten thousand degrees
all the lights on
lot full of engines running
sun bright
hot day
funeral
lots of layers

invitation
cheeks bright
head light

aurora borealis
on the plains
biting
unread news
My old cat
Randy
remembers me
he used to be fifty
and now he's sixty five
and he's lost a lot of weight
i hope he doesn't die
and he loves me still
and likes when i pet him
and sticks his butt at me
with his tail up
and buries his head
and places one back paw
perfectly in front of the other back paw
god
if only dolphins were like lions or cheetahs or tigers
wet and pursuasive
not that dolphins aren't pretty or warm but what if they were
actually pretty and warm and furry and had
those huge eyes
and those huge paws
and if dolphins not only did sonar but read souls like a big cat does
and not only were sexual but looked sexual too
then they would do flips like they do, but also pounce and kill
by ripping necks out
then they'd be like humans are
god
if only gorillas were like bears
you know if bears were smart as gorillas
but gorillas were as cute as bears?
then they'd be like humans
god
if only flamingos were like pelicans too
all pink how they are with skinny legs but plus
having a big flapping gigantic beak that they could just
stuff
like a turkey gets stuffed
and flap around in the wind
bobbing their head up and down with their tiny
chopstick toothpick knees to get
their catch down their throats
but they were pink too
then they'd be like humans
god like i am the opposite of a fish
a big transparent fat whiteclearfleshed fish
that is orange
i am also not furry
i'm a person
but different


when you're blown open like i am now
not like a fish
at all
not at one with the water or the flood or the dam
not like a pelican that eats the fish
first holding it in its mouth
not like a flower
because flowers arent full and warm like i am
not like a bird
although i can't feel my bones either
when you're blown open like i am now
other people know
and tell
and they stay away from blow
they know that they can't say anything to you

when you say things and other people say things
and when you're with people and other people are with people
it is just hooting and hollering like a pack of animals.
just rituals and patterns
speech is patterns
people are made of dna
which is patterns
and we hoot and holler
and i know im a person
but i'm doing what i'm supposed to do
when you're blown.
i don't know why i ate myself so full
of the sandwich that was made especially for me
or why i don't need to eat it all of that i made for myself
i like to spit out food
you know this about me.
when the pizza was made especially for me i ate two pieces
in little chunks and with my hands pulling off little chunks and chewing them.
i like to rub my hands in honey
and then the dirt
i like to put my feet in the river
and then complain and wince
but then again
when nobody expects me to
i'll get in the cold water
with all my clothes on
and stare like a dead fish
at you
and be indignantly complete
but not so fresh of soul
i understand better now
the urge that monks have
to comb sand
to make sand stand in ridges
that make sense
and how wolves and dogs howl alone
at the moon and at the sky

i dont understand as much why the urge is
to be under the milky way
why i need the stars
and also why i need to be outside in the wild
but that's there
and that's that
i wrote a bunch of postcards
and i didn't even think of sending you one
i guess that means that I can do what i'm told
and that the heart is organic after all
not metallic
or mineral
I guess that means that the grass on the other side
and on this side
can regrow
there are all different types of grass
in all different types of yards
all around the world
but when you look at the earth
from space
the grass is green
and the oceans are blue
and i'm still mostly blue
just like the earth
so many green lights
just telling me good!

@
touching the chocolate
will not make me rash
will not make me complete.
I touch it with my hands
and with my nails
but i will not touch it with my mouth
which is red,
or my grey skin
and what is presumably my
grey innards
never.
i ate a candy at the bar last night
a candy from an old lady box
like my grandmas and everybody's grandma has
which percents

i'm not even tempted by many layers of cake
with cremes
i'm not even tempted by the holy
lord god raspberry

i'm not tempted to smell the fresh mint
or the warm wind blowing tree's flowers
i'm not interested
in anything but nostalgia

and everything i taste is sharp
the politic loud
that makes me shake
with caffiene
I'm not going to live in a caesura ,
someday it doesn't look like,
in the globe of crystal -
like i'm ever going to have a lover

who makes me fruit salad
with seeds of melon still in it
and caviar
and cream
in a tin
All the knobs were red
Age, texas, chaff
playing with chickens
playing chicken with
too many people
and
I don't like
in the end
laying very still
watching some
darth
hear him thrash
and scream sex
in some undone garment
Recovery Act:

eating polenta
in the wind
under the sky

alone.

and remembering
how much old lovers
miss me
and if we were all wearing green velvet suits
while we fought our own selves
by fucking each other
it would have been
Art.
A Great Art Object.
but no,
it was something else.
little Us
under little Os
and a little cat
and a little kitten
with wet mouths
inverse v
goes up from my legs to my chin
regular v sits at the bottom of my torso
and at the bottom of my head
I am the alpha and the beta
the pink like an eraserpink
a lifter like  a logmachine
a god like a golden tapestry
a unicorn like a plate glass window
a forest like moldy picklejar
 my long blonde hair
 the sunlight as it plays. 
 the moonlight as it makes me glow. 
 hear the mockingbird and the robin sing to me. 
 be a mermaid! 
 live in this palace of white marble. 
 the green green plants! 
 my sweetwater swimming pool.
 my fragrant grass. 
 hairless body underneath my sheer blue gown. 
 my glittering sky of stars, 
 the rich soil in the ground. 
You are making up your breath
it is fake. 

you make up your food
 at five o clock 
and expect me to eat it

meatballs? 
 fauxballs.


say the word 
and it's yours
and the sky said 
i won't take more
than your breath
and sound 
and i won't take more
than the rain
even the mountains say
that the sun is enough
but I am a world 
and a wind
and i know 
and the words say 
all of breath 
and the food 
is made up
and being independent
like going and buying 
my own 
red fruit


for doing one's own pavement


once out on the road
it's hard to come back home
it's hard to know a bunk
when you're an angel


studying the arrangement of flowers
and the breeding of chickens
and how to feed a pet
is as hard


don't knit. 
johnny walked 
all through the woods 
picking little berries 
and stepping on soft grass

he came into a clearing 
and read his own palm

it said to go up and fork 
and then to go down and fork
but not like a pitchfork
like a meat cutting fork instead

so he went down and split
banana split
split wood 
apple sundae
and then he went up
and split
a whole in the skye