dot.

2011-11-05T20:20:00.001-05:00

jasmine Belial

you spin,
fingers crooning succulent
lips
jasmine Belial,
dark basements synapse
focus point, madame
bring me
white-heat
neurons ache to burn
acid on infant skin
teach me unflawed
desolation,
jasmine Belial
fly like biowars
hail me queen
7 halves
3 & 1
iron branded x
chromosomes,
voices clouded over
mists, tumultuous
fried waves-
speak easy, jasmine Belial
fall to satin sheets
in mountaintop air,
occupy dark psyche spaces
with
unstable red wines

2011-06-02T07:15:00.001-05:00

free

opening acts with
indian exotic dancers,
swim champagne
charging for cuff links-
ride that elevator
downslide
to galaxy archives of
soul, let Telephant
whip backs filled
like baggies water, and duct tape
with insulin shots -
bucking like sideshow
donkees
popping under your Noon skies,
sending
messengerpigeons to
colonise and populace in
wet birth

2011-05-31T19:12:00.003-05:00

2&9th

5 squats filled with
heroin5 balloons
tied on the arm of
birthing rats,
busted trousers with an all
american order of greasy dreads
and a round on the house
of hepC,
parallel on subway
cars to HUMAN
TAXES
UPPER CLASS
stop 137
on the
downtown L
sammy steps at 131-
a partyhardy on HORIZON
TIDE, c'mon
we've got eskimos
iguana, jellybeans -
spange 30 for $40 and it be yours
pirate beards slit arms with juggernauts to
push
offers detailing
intravenously flying skyships
collecting orgasmic stars,
major tom finds space end
of
entrails
the white noise skin
keeps him warm on hardened
pillows
starched standard 7x4
complimentary patent
leather shoes and pallid combover,
unaware
bunked on 2&
9th
we sip beers
waiting for the bagman
to make us worthwhile

2011-05-11T09:32:00.001-05:00

cheat
rocky shamwise,
holder of magic
8s, twin-tailed suits, patched
armwork, buying split cigars
silky
cod-eyed effervescence
reminiscent of
slug
migrating down spines-
gaily watering trick
ponies, ready for
derby season,
connoisseur of wink
wink nudge nudge
hail mary charms
operates
downtown

2011-04-13T12:19:00.003-05:00

the writer
honeysuckle smooth
as downward streams, million
sensory
preceptors down vertebraes,
ink leads on
hand follows Suit
opium
addicted carpenters who
live apart
fly from bonds to nova
cast stages, riveting
audience's alignment of
stars-
Wrigley's
World Famous
Amusement Ride
veritable mindfuck
of the same sort-
jump with and
become mad, foaming
True align
ment on apartment walls
sparkler
fingers pave way for dorothy's
cute ass and brick roads
take lovers on midnight
rides
questions to
the Führer of st. anthony
underneath seats lay hand mirrors
if you possess guile to
look where the Man Behind the
Curtain has decreed
illegal,
shuddering emotional
physical spectrums,
microchips
malfunctioning
from the Carpenter's hand
a mother
heavy with child, poised to
birth on clean shores
but i work tomorrow, i
don't know if i can

2011-03-30T13:46:00.001-05:00

'pig empire'
penny had a flag; penny has her
chocolate moca skins, living
on yello- brick
roads; jalopy down and
out, mattress sidestanded
pink slip
bread line
dead son,
hands tied
under cultivated,
brewed Thumbs who are splashed
snazzy-fine
in oysters and lead, finished
off coolly with benjamin
ties- the
war crimes Angel
salute demigods, pray for
peace, come
fellaciate behind
pulpits
LOVE GOD
LOVE AMERICA
speaker drones
garble
from l/educational
children's tv
sponsored by
Uncle
pushing morphine-
inter-
cultural trade
run on backs of niggers
bulls-eye scapegoats,
$$ 'higher
learning', FREE TRADE agreemn'ts
bacteria nation

2011-03-23T11:48:00.000-05:00

fine winery

white hot
noise spins
surplus over-
load sealife circuts
fry
on shelves
bottled
1874
fouled by
misuse
of Dot
zealous curators
painted red In
zen
giants
"crowd pleasers"
destined for
top shots, slow
fine
mercury
ingestion
settling like
lead

2011-03-19T10:20:00.001-05:00

talent

whore's bath
taught grateful
taught Precious
minus
two hands youngin',
cakepaint see the
veronica francos mirrorside
step
stools embellished
KATIE
airmailed sequins
and dance
shoes gyrate
spectacle for
abandoned
sexually
whoresbands
driven lusts
for
small thigh-
house
goes Up
clap polite
his minds sweat
trousers
twitch
mommas palm
Rx, stupored
slurred love
vicarious adrenaline
baby's got her
15
minutes floorshow

2011-03-15T14:21:00.000-05:00

9 ward freedom fighter
meet hands
et kindred
ideology
hypothalamus stirred
hearts rubbed
clean
via brillo
pad,
inblazen
ed
furor
swing nights
hot
daze
social
burns laid
siege
amidst maniacal
theatre props2
light
Man's buffalo
ride
on sioux
downtown
encampments

2011-03-10T10:35:00.001-06:00

chips flow
deposit
regurg to
slot banks
fish top stage,
clammy ancient creatures
heat causes
mutations
of grandeur
genome,
hats&
canes paid
25q to see you dance
once
buffet lines

2011-03-08T11:43:00.001-06:00

juliana
oil and
your bostonbay shan't
mix sweetie,
8ball
spies
luscious rumps leading
erections around
beasts on leashes
panting like
hot
condensation,
foolsmen have
no pass

2011-03-04T10:36:00.000-06:00

compost
heaps, the
boy's just
cannon
fodder
cake specialty
shoving, that
money grubbing
whore
sweet cum, get
hitched
marital
bliss

2011-03-02T12:10:00.004-06:00

libido crack
addicts
cry martin luther king, painting
foreheads with
third Eyes, yello
chakras neon purple-
waxing jawlines
on
political reform
chasing cunt
in faux eyelashes-
oh, you
Aware one!
spinning
globe's genuflect!
blackboard
your pupily
listeners, itching veins
loins bothered-
bring it home now
johnny,
marionette
strings linger for
stances on
new age
jazz and
over-
population

2011-02-23T14:12:00.007-06:00

BRG.

negro
gypsywoman
libyan emancipation
thumbs stab,
up north grass
wilts, melt down into brick and
rum superiority wise
men\
make us
basketweavers
placebos in sun,
frustration, fired
limbs, run down
like canine

like swine
frenzied now our
stand-scythes
shimmer
distances
moving veins hot
&burning, catch
speed-balls and
break loose,
i will
gather
fire

2011-02-18T09:50:00.000-06:00

green-tint
walls vibe off
brain scrubbings,
leaflets for some
leftist party
declaring All-Fornication
Day
God's Love!
are spoon- catchers
dripping resin
beside clorox bottles
MOTIVATION HAS BEEN MOVED DOWNTOWN
HERE, WE ARE
JUST WAITING
FOR THE EL

2011-02-18T08:56:00.002-06:00

reforestation

those
wild men in libraries
pushing boundaries
in mumble fashions,
sporting
camouflage
and unshaven faces
books on war
and the samurai
aliensci-fi for aluminumed windows
at our
subterranean home
american-flagged, blot out
madmen in arms
eating canned peaches
bottled water from
locked micro refrigerators
pulp
fictions on hoover and cia
assassinations
finding links
to atlantis in
crosswords,
80 watt-bulb behind the
bookcase maxes shadowplay
heightens
quick-turn
staunch militia at arms
uncle sam
salutes you
soldier

2011-02-15T13:30:00.003-06:00

boy jon starts
immediate reaches
his smooths&
matchbook, inhales
morning
deafening subway
out windows, shuddering walls
10x11 taj
mahal
scatter cock
roaches
old mexi rent lady papered
walls with
yello fluorescent
notices
deadbolts keep out
fishbellies, records
jive-bop and
sax
zingpops
jon alive, boy
shuffles round siamese
feline names fex, jes
harlem shimy
brings females
smelling instinctual
heat of
funk fresh
soul brother

2011-02-14T10:39:00.004-06:00

the hard-headed negro
keeping beat
to junior's tunes
passing bottles of
jack left-handed like
the indians
in co-op basement
apartment buildings
beside the
morgue,
two cats
in the corner chair wrapped together
little minks
tripping down
minds eye,
leos and
rams
shout to walls
scrubbing, squeezing
brains, for
Authority's
vacated
mister! hey mister you want
the audience well
here crowds
amass, now
bring rain
from tortured mouths
we are
waiting expectantly
chuckles
cocked-hat jaunty
beards, leanin'round
full of chips
dyin to pounce,
gasping daytrippers
cream
and
speak oblivious

2011-02-14T10:25:00.001-06:00

drive uhauls over
land mines; barrel
through
like dogs- splattered

intestine
hits my wall
in a rainbow arch

2011-02-14T10:14:00.004-06:00

on fading

dark ponies burn their
self-morphined limbs,
vertigo
trumps vertical-
sliding gelatin packs
grunt, and
runs parallel to london
pavements
war-kingd contract
cabin fever, typhoid
needle shots administered
to dead eyes
we are bound for graves
marked john
smith

2011-01-15T10:27:00.001-06:00

false prophets
shriek marquees
heads filled like absenthe
Boys
race libido
and motor
cars
downtown:
spectrum eyes
fix
like pinpricks
we pay to watch
girls dance

2010-11-23T09:34:00.001-06:00

to the addicted

mad cows graze
in pastoral kitchens, little
brother paints LOVE
in brain membranes
mum's linoleum is
slick
and
Bloodeels
leave their shelves,
open walls to feast-
powdered egg whites prop
as eyeballs

little brother feeds onions
to medical corpses,
running bare
knuckles down cheeks
in a comforting
fashion, our
picket fence
is pulsating, and
father's ties
hang in trees

2010-11-16T12:30:00.000-06:00

earthworms mound
with
liver disease, but still
pink-minded, so
the change is correct
says teller-

cymbals thrice
and i feel the sea
shake like
a quivering membrane
mister hoffa wins
best original score

for this stage
and
back of it, seven
sit, talking with
god and
krishna, breaking
lamps in the name of god
and the fly
traps
sit
beside the washer,
slightly neglected

2010-11-12T15:28:00.001-06:00

drizzle rain
wets
little french girls-
cinnamon sticks
in glass
bottles mask
smells of
sexual activity
waxing into spice;
flesh multiplies in
languid air and
dry, furious
heat

2010-11-10T10:59:00.001-06:00

there's a
cursed teller
of stories
in the foyer
down stairs,
weaving
octopi
and chum- out
his mouth
into
flashing lenses,
like figure 8
weevils

"we went
talking in the
skies" he
slurs, ballooning
stews from
his palms like
children-spawn, ooze
onto tile floor
where
lobotomy blondes
lap it up
like dogs

the room
smells of
meat
and sour wine, respectively

2010-11-04T13:30:00.000-05:00

malus
rushshadows, conniving
gypsies
that steal pay
behind backs
inout
on the walls, imaginary
artists
gnashing
for codeine, brain
scrapings rolled
with cigarette
papers-
the
flat's hollow
in whale stomachs
the spins
start, and
ballrooms
enlarge
from checkerboards-
i do enjoy the dance
cotillon out
of doors
with a matriarch
worthy of
yourself

2010-11-03T19:20:00.000-05:00

the street night's toasted
Brother,
what with
that ethereal
minus jazz,
your
Swine's in mud
now,
committees decree bi-laws
Maybe tri-
but grams
is still evicted
in the morn, hot
with
your brand
on her backside

2010-11-01T21:33:00.000-05:00

november
the grain
feels political, like
brown
outside
corkscrews in the pot
and we are set for slide;
bring bourbon
and
large-
breasted women
panting to be
famous

2010-11-01T11:59:00.001-05:00

flecked mista by the wall
his
bamboo fingers
troll beats so fine
throng brumbrum
reverberation;
thumb flicks
outside
pavements
downtown, guido
south

i touched the
wall- sage
brother says- i smashed
sidetops
with celestial
hammers
lined with lead

he wove his
immortality in
sound lilies,
with
kings and
moats
in the
lands of lost
causes,
exhaling paisley,
krishna
beads

i rode down- bearing
on a panda's
zen with a
cup of
grey, he promised
as i
hit

2010-10-29T12:13:00.002-05:00

husky oranges and
blue strings moan from
fingers that
can't play,
overwhelming pit auras take
over
to beat on
the wail;
vacuum sales
door to door, during
margarita hours,
the itinerary is
lengthy
and forward-facing
girl, i know
how
the pavement
shoves

2010-10-27T20:21:00.002-05:00

the spanish brother's
beyond
beyond,
prickle sniffs in
brown grass; plaid is
a nice
juncture
for what we decide
tonight; let
this train roll
blood brother,
hop on
or hop out

we pass this
human factory
it's purple and blue and
inviting
the 40+30
overriding
nausea
just needs a scythe,
screaming blonde
and we'll snap snap
snap the shot complete

red balloons become
form, take
on mine,
with drunken
raucous
babble
drowning ears, we're
backstage the louvre
maybe some
other trashy paris boudoir
flesh walls, sinus infections
strawberry arms, you hep

cats,
h20 from
plastic bottles, parched
becomes none; paper
the world, hep
cats, fight his
wars, suck his dick like a good
wife

rubbish bins in
the back row
sporting hightops and hipster-
fresh jaw
lines
popping poppy's
rx, sits
in daze
watching pinwheels
inside shared
cranium, questioning if
mice are big enough
to
fight

rat-infested bastards pick
fistfights with
woman and
we are amused,
and better suited for tenement halls,
those brothers
fanatical
with finding god, the
cards say dawn
but i disapprove
of liquid interpretation

2010-10-26T21:10:00.002-05:00

glass frames and
vases
called strange ONSALE
smudged
feet and dirty
ankles stomp
on cowbells, pushing higher
mussing rugs, fugs

the light's out, we
smoked
a while
ago but
your jacket
suits you, and you, and
i's, the
corner souls
crept out to
touch, behind the banisters
stepping over ibanez
and his
offspring, the
motherfucking
holy roller

brown stagnant's beside
the bed, this
whole city
wails
but won't fucking quit

it gutter
reeks, and the soul trots
three paces to the
left, in tandem, i
thought
we passed this rubbish
and left you
down
stairs

you can join the white, out with
the bins;
our negro
brothers
push
hard and keep
cool

2010-10-23T10:59:00.001-05:00

her husband
was
deported, south the
border, and
she's got
4.25 heads to
feed, but we
toked there, outside,
and
slumped in;
the cops
were out, in full military
regulated
fashion, but
left us
well alone; those
LI flats ain't
worth shit
to them

strangely,
us with
tom and his
heartbreakers, we
felt
nearly bohem
ian,
sleeping on the
floor, in stupors
with the
mind dance

2010-10-14T08:01:00.002-05:00

hey cat
bad news, you
see;
top hat's too fine
peacock feathers
don't suit me
well, hand over down
or goose
and we got ourselves
a spar, cat

2010-10-13T11:52:00.001-05:00

15 cents
on the dollar
bill
& i can't spy the
burger queen
calling for iridescent
fluorescence

but maybe
i'm not meant for
that, you know
maybe
that's not
my cards,
flattops.

2010-10-12T17:04:00.000-05:00

we are
vehement
by
the fires, the
blue reflections on
her skin fight
sickly greens and
the blade pushes up
following out out-

stretching extrava
gantly, ashing
smoke into copper pots
sipping,
mulling pauillac over
in mouths;
her
satin legs feel
heat and
adjust accordingly

2010-10-08T12:11:00.003-05:00

whales slink
down to 141st and
hail cabs in
salmon satin, size
grande
and
NCHARGE, your diabetes
ankles
step on rats,
shrill and
piercing stomachs, hiccuping
blood,
we scrape down
on towards 140st,
screaming uncle, leaving
indian trails
of brain matter
and intensinal
juices,

swabbed off
our size 7s with
mommas
rope pearls

2010-10-07T11:18:00.001-05:00

come dance
on tip-top
bulbous mounds, and
shuffle
in time
with
brain legions;
techni-colour
fill holes bringing
nickels and folded
-up bills
bouncing
mahogany shawls
into slip dances
and
spotlight ravens

2010-10-04T00:41:00.000-05:00

two days past
and it's turning,
reeling on e chord
junction station
was a
prettier time, with
those cum rabbits.
we

don't live
as we previously
did

2010-10-04T00:37:00.001-05:00

our skies are blue
but
in that cracked
way,
the opaque raisin teal-
not quartz through royal velvets,
on mannequin stands;
watercolour and
mud from the
mississippi
stained on mattresses
with cigarette
burns, but we
are not from this pasture
we
are livid
bourgeoisie
and proud- fealty to
novel
rains,
following columbus
heady space
expeditions

these chills
are yours,
i
fly

my half is
stagnant, still kept
delusions of
grandeur

you chased
i tangled

and jack and
jill
fell
down the hill
into morning
glory

2010-09-27T07:42:00.001-05:00

toucans and slugs
marginalise
into the background,
making waves
of un-focused flash, but
mostly neon
-just NEON
checkerboarding
galaxies, he and
i
perch
in the glare
of reflection
on the ball-
point pen
tip,
attempting
to jump

2010-09-24T09:58:00.002-05:00

what
do you have
that i want, hopperwiles
it's hot out here
and that spanish
bitch
has a nice ass

2010-09-23T20:16:00.002-05:00

the sea swales
pulling our backs
like slide-magnets,
creating dry hums
which frighten
eels
out of hiding,
embalming the hides
over twenty men's
feet

2010-09-23T17:24:00.004-05:00

the imported
transporter with his cubans
and rifle
shoes,
hollyberry crimson,
curbsits
outside the
cafés in his
long-johns,
gauloises to spare,
and
bends down,
privateering the
gutter
rats,
whispering
tinkling odes
under the steps,
bordering
on propaganda, starting
cranium
strobe-light seizures
in tails
and claws;
the rattus norvegicus
have
no concept
of white or black

2010-09-21T10:12:00.002-05:00

i am
working
class, i
am
illegitimate,
i've known
welfare and
the dfs,
but
you show
me
your upper class
pride
that
matches
mine

2010-09-20T11:15:00.001-05:00

i want
to race
my
lifeblood
for the
first
time, in your
woods, i
miss
the wind and
able hands, Jah
is present
in presence,
but
i do not feel
him
here

2010-09-18T14:53:00.000-05:00

manicure scissors
or roach
clips
depending on your
circle of reference
put on
the hat of Compass, and
stand in queue behind tarot
cards with
bitter faces, holding ale
pitchers
bemoaning lack
of souls (just
their empty
ones)
to the
black queen,
who presently loves
in methodical
order
your previous,
in banquet halls
of which
you do
not attend

2010-09-18T08:48:00.002-05:00

i hope the day
is blessed for
you,
miss,
you seem
to truly
love him, but
what i don't
comprehend - help
me here,
correct me
if i'm wrong,
you must
have played your hands
good, girl,
dealt fate a
mighty one and left
him reeling
so, i commend you,
miss,
on your card skills, as
you
aren't meant
to be blissfully wed
in the way things go -
beaming,
with poor-quality orchids
and your
heinous bridal party
when i
smoke my friends
and slosh
my wine
alone

2010-09-17T20:19:00.002-05:00

benzoylmethylecgonine.
i
spar with
the
gods
on the
daily
motherfucker
don't you dare
lounge
beside me
changing
my beats
trying to best
me
at my
own
game

2010-09-16T13:37:00.000-05:00

you
wear your
painted ties and pressed trousers, foreign
yet impeccably made
patent shoes,
the accent
places you in
dubai
or, possibly
somewhere further north
in ganesh's graces, you
sparred with
uncle sam and
were successful by
way of (fighting move here)
during impasse -
now you
walk
with a saunter
and you cheer
for the red sox

the surgery corrected
and perfected
the
marilyn farrah
lips
and you almost assimilate

2010-09-12T19:41:00.001-05:00

secretly i
should lean in
close and
maybe move my
lips
to the circles of your ears, and i
should
breathe abit, making
you shiver, i could
touch your arm
and pull
myself
elaborately
close to you, and
secretly i should
tell
you in 3 or 7
or 10
years i'll leave
you, as this
isn't
accurate

2010-09-11T13:36:00.000-05:00

circle, the
family unit
xmas and laugher, with
snow in the springtime
and well-wishers
it's warm
inside,
or, that's what
i'm told, because
you left.
in what sense, i
don't know
nor do i want to; i enjoy
painting you
the adversary.
the blame
lies
nowhere else

2010-09-09T12:42:00.001-05:00

you feed me my
black panther party, excess
of bobby seale, mmm i
want all 8
matter of fact.
and mister hoover of the
j edgar hoovers?
well i'll be obliged

2010-09-08T13:24:00.004-05:00

sam says
lobotomies and
chlorpromazine, why
didn't i
go to
medz skool?

2010-09-07T22:44:00.000-05:00

i feel your
words
stuck in my mitral valve,
the pen caps
and turbulence
drawing
ink grapes, captain
we're headed down, i
fear
that ink and
erythrocytes
don't mix
outside the infirmary

2010-09-07T09:48:00.001-05:00

i
love you
boundlessly
those bodies
are rotting, we
buried them
together
and
the murder weapon
too

2010-09-05T15:24:00.000-05:00

it shimmers
and reminds me of licorice
when i had change for licorice
under the scope
it's actually
toluene and xylene
finished with styrene-acrylate
- then the box, so
by gods
enjoy your licorice.
in a few, i'll
wheel you around
and make
friends
with your nursemaid

2010-09-03T20:21:00.001-05:00

he doesn't want the
eels out your lips, smacking
around on the nightstand
breaking my china, with your
jaws unhinged, vomiting
on my floorboard
in your tux and daisies, not
forgetting back seat
fantasies
and knocked up womens

2010-09-01T14:32:00.001-05:00

handsaws and
nine-irons exalt them
selves, ripping cloth in time
with the drumline that
set up shop in the studio,
blowing smoke
rings, unhinging jaw,
wanting to bass jazz-

2010-08-31T17:01:00.002-05:00

the garfunkel and
indian scarves
lighting rain incense swirling
with deep hookah
arms and lungs of coyote, this
4 wall smoke, as we jive and spirits
the single light flying
with upward spiral
inflection and coming
down - on leopard sheets
and a red plaid, as if xmas on
the concrete shakes, as we hep fools
slide our feet

2010-08-31T14:45:00.007-05:00

spiderweb veins don't
last but drives the
anchors (plural)
deep-
down, where Rasp-
utin calls trinity's Son
on common terms
we
play tysiacha, and smoke,
winning
with our queens down

2010-08-31T10:12:00.003-05:00

there's crackle white noise coming from rigola street but more specifically number 186- facing south, you know the one with the dog and that guy with the face and the job sometimes i walk by counting house
numbers 186 186 186 186- i
sat down and had a chicken and pickle sandwich there once right outside 186 186 but
the guy with the face and the job didn't appreciate that much i think
i mean he comes outside all afluster excuse me what the hell are you doing and i
said oh hello you must live here i enjoy 186 186 and he said ma'am i'm gonna have to
ask you to
leave my
family and i are eating dinner- and i said oh fantastic me too what are you having? and i think
this was the crux of it, he
got his pointy eyes and pointed them at me and
said listen.
i bought this now
get off my lawn

2010-08-30T08:57:00.001-05:00

last night, you
were with me, you
had your buoyancy
and retained it, even
though
the water was stagnant, and
your bronze curls didn't sink

2010-08-30T08:54:00.002-05:00

i found the brick
road, this shade of
yellow, like
a nice citrine, but
did i paint it, or
was it
truly meant to be
citrine in
the original script
with original authors

2010-08-29T15:45:00.001-05:00

burkas are
my thing, but
don't
tell her that

2010-08-25T17:58:00.000-05:00

your suits
corner ties, bibles
that fit on sundays
wife's bloodpearls, her
spiced satin in rows
like church pew ovens in august, or
humid climates
"hey nonny nonny"
in spring water, jump
and claim god's will, but only
for the ones fortunate-less and
under three

2010-08-24T14:21:00.001-05:00

we're now
fixing
like dogs, and
the prime universe

lungs are blown
to open nature gasps,
inhale ozoneholes

and the splash is wet,
satisfying
on the eyes

2010-08-11T03:55:00.001-05:00

and i'm boiling
you cockshit
let me
tell you why
oh i am just
waiting
my friend, to wax your ears
come sit aside and
i'll buy your bus fare
that dress you like
yea i'll buy that too
will that
give me 4 minutes,
4 minutes of your goddamn sweet
time

2010-08-11T03:19:00.004-05:00

step out the ring
and let
the actors ride;
flowing flowers
rhyming rhymes
with poise-dexterity
spotlights hold
propeller boats and
wally floats
purple green green lime
as homosexual meth
shooter points,
dirty blonde facestreaks
flop(in) hallways
&incandescent lights
strung along orange fields
picking grapes.
the clink-splat eyes
with road lining, asphalt makes
wiper blades
blur, but
the mirror freshener still
smells like cherries
and tar

2010-07-23T17:55:00.001-05:00

the squigglysquiggly
of my neurons
to the heart,
passing brain
that pick up passengers with
their baggage
and handbags
that mixmatch
but their patent shoes
hold intestines that rot
into children's pudding

2010-03-12T10:37:00.001-06:00

bernice, i dreamed of you
last night
between the 8 and 9
you were wearing black stockings and
pumpkin orange heels
that you would never
own
in the daylight
and conscious hours

2010-03-11T15:15:00.000-06:00

there's a box
above my mattress
- it's tye-dye and
enrapturing to trance at
past four ounces.
facedown in the reds and blues
and shoots of purple
like baby jfks
exploding
and popping
in a haze of techni-colour
and woven
spanish blankets

the box, coming
back to it
has become a catch
all
it seems
fried
tortilla chips
from my grandmother
which i really only
eat after
a gratuitous amount
of thc consumption and
a bottle full of blue
shampoo; 1.35 and
cruelty-free
also from
frau olive or more commonly
known as the
patron saint of lost causes;
four
seven ounce caps
which have given me this
nervous tick
of twisting my hair around
my fingers
furiouslyand
a squashed cigarette pack
camel 100s, long
menthol.
sadly empty but
slightly redeemed by
the fine
sprinkling of pipe tobacco
settling on
the box bottom

2010-03-11T10:44:00.001-06:00

flashing blue veins, pounding
like retinal scans
leave impressions on backwards glances -
i fell.
irma, you dirty bitch.
i need to sleep.
i should have vomitus.

2010-03-09T22:23:00.002-06:00

i am sluggish
with pupiled eyes of grande
and laying on my stomach
my heart beats faster and
the screen
is lining
like notebook paper
or on tv
when the tube is on.
leonard cohen stares at me, circled
atop M. Ward and Jordan 476 59 -
i rub my hands up my face
stopping at the indent where the nose and eyes meet
applying pressure against the pressure
and on up to my temples, repeat motion
with added circular twists
and into my hair, my scalp.
my face is a sponge
and i notice my chest is tightening.
from the maddening shakes earlier
to the point where
standing
and holding my phone was impossible
and the throbbing breastplate
along down
and tracing my ribcage
i was a bit worried, before.
squatting on pink carpet
beside the sink as the air up there was
making me dizzy
the ground was stable
and the horses stopped
and all i wanted was a goddamn shower

2010-03-08T22:03:00.002-06:00

dresser with knobs of silver
revealing black silk wine
hairpins and reflections with
ornate handles-
splintered howling while
the spincter spirals blue
and orb -
dancer making languid eights of figure
across the sand rouge and bow
ice crystals break the eyes like porcelain dolls

2010-03-06T15:05:00.003-06:00

now, hiatus.

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

- lawrence.

2010-03-01T21:11:00.001-06:00

her form melts into a gelatin slide
that which can fly also stands on one foot
and bends.

(+jacob)

2010-03-01T00:41:00.000-06:00

sitting cross-legged in the sag
blue recliner and
twirling
my hair which looks so much better in a photograph
prying the scab off burn1
the edges sting
and it starts to bleed a bit.
the underside is dotty, pale -
&inexplicably reminds me of calamari

i put my hair away and strike a menthol
i am in no mood to write tonight.

2010-02-28T04:07:00.000-06:00

on the beige and green carpet
in an aztec square, methinks

i cross my legs and find the blue vodka and atlantic hydros.
my cigarette in the ashtray
thirty others,
and i am fucked up.

the gideon bible in the nightstand
does mister big proud
and sits in my lap
as a fine dusting of white trinkles
down
between the pages

2010-02-26T16:37:00.000-06:00

sticky underbelly
the singular.
brights and rouge

saunter through cellar door
karmatic haze and jazztaps
on your spine -drapist pearls swingwhile
coy smiles run fingers across mounds
and rocking forward
white lace panties gasp

maroon#5 smears
johnny feels alive.

2010-02-26T00:40:00.000-06:00

everytime
the muscles in the back of
my right leg spasm

i imagine myself being fucked
brutally.
onetwo onetwo oneTWO -

the beats on the cushion
push back
against my thigh

2010-02-25T15:14:00.000-06:00

the whirlwind has
started
again.

air has become stagnant
dry rustles to the left.
it's somewhat normal, now.
pack your bags, ma'am
your dress is dirty.
step on the tracks

uphold umbrellas and fly.

2010-02-25T12:13:00.000-06:00

i could write pages
of waffle.
flowning my apologies
but you'd not be changed.

i like that.
shit.

2010-02-25T03:51:00.000-06:00

you wear my patience thin, ~~fool~~.
i am thread-bare.

tictictictictic taunts me.

and i am not your anchor.
simply.

2010-02-24T16:08:00.000-06:00

three -

and that is all.
make your move, broheim.

2010-02-23T20:04:00.001-06:00

the rubbish tube of starched and plaid
with ability to swirl the room
has shattered my brain.

2010-02-22T02:58:00.001-06:00

feeeeeeel my culture vulture, up and down your sides fingers of sweet intoxication ages and experienced clouds of grey and shine welcome to the birthing canal

two eels riding brain waves flickering lights aswe roll
turntables in your mind crisscross white walls
the jealous puppeteer seething in a box of hand s
and blue eyes

silent and broken of three
like wisemen seeking the madonna.
or child. let us go up and wreak our havoc

they expect we deliver- children of the night
fuck this I just wanna dance.

2010-01-20T11:48:00.002-06:00

tinted green, restaurant, if you will
newspapers on haiti and foreclosures
smoking pipes, eating oranges
on the terrace.

cherry flavoured herb
puff puff, my beautiful train
jukebox clangs
you got a quarter?

bring the champagne and dramamine; white razors
tonight’s a party, shake it down shake it DOWN

apples on the wall, waltzing with purple
then charleston with the sky
spinning sideways and up.

i feel your palm.

man.

2010-01-15T20:42:00.001-06:00

on my tongue.
he was
dancing
and laying
and lounging about
as you do in your
house.

downstairs had slippers
and a newspaper.
maybe a crulleur.

how queer.
just residing
he knew he was small, though
it made him laugh
at me-
the popping in
and outs of small men wearing tails
brewing coffee
is not the everyday occurrence for
myselF.

he quite delighted in being the first.

2009-12-30T20:02:00.001-06:00

just streaming, here. i started with a name.

through painkillers and MORPHINE drips oozing grey skies and flash bangs of fire- william robertson's spectacles are tired. behind mahogany desk and degree of exaltation declaring competence and reassurance for the elderly and maimed blue skies here, ma'am, nothing more. façades are high (gilded motherfuckers-) refracting fusionbeam of promenade he was tired. phantoms on the chest suck posture, leave pits wailing battling coeur whilst reminiscences draw swords against the conscious. her name was maria.

maria of the sun maria of the cornsilks maria of the welling hearts was william robertson's. living as sunfury aztec gold windows of bliss red and orange; warm on the back, her back as a mountain curves slopes of wonderlust in sheets of navy, tracing spine endlessly counting ridges kisses of fingertips and liquid heat.

dignified mister mister behind mahogany girth, sightless at office decor motel flowers of runny watercolour and bland parallel ficus et coathanger. white14 lightbulb calms the presence.

maria of the sun. spinning fountain pen received at dinner party number 78 a russian roulette tasking. rattling as he shifts position prestigious doctor william robertson moves to right breast pocket a habit habit daily habit hourly habit. welcome to the [C17H13ClN4]. prescribed by DR.WR entirely legitimate. forty-six bars ready to ride. open and spill spectacular array tangible dumb on gloss. phantoms begin beasts lumber, mating in the night, breeding corpse and filth aerial sideways heaving heaving maria of the stars maria of thesixmariaofthesoundmariaofthewhitemariaofthehorsemariamariamari-

sit for hours with tired spectacles dizzy ataxia mindslurrr comatose william robertson. fixated shell slurgid soulcreatures fingers of steelclaw and entice. thus begins the day of shells.

2009-12-28T20:45:00.002-06:00

dexter meallá.
tricolour lightening - namesake as boedicia.
face smash the snow grasping palms cut with frigid heat/animalistic entiretyWE
resort

to nature-
in bliss.
and sideways.

your essence sobbing, a begging ecstasy.
inner expansion- constructexpansionconstruct ragging breathEXALTATIONSBEYOND capacity; shrill euphorias leapfrog over vertebrae emitting eels and lust.

answer the bell.

2009-11-28T20:45:00.001-06:00

frenzied weeping
hallucinationsecstaSY!!--------shhh.

drink
drink
drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkBECOME
says the floor a bed of pleasureindeed

women know him - only
handclenchingHANDOH!

bacchus i doth worship thee.