bodied forth lunacy
hemoglobin lit
the color of cut

heartspun yarn
arms-length
sifting lupine
for the first time

your half cast eyes
settle on mine
they speak 10,000 words

words like zen or
friend
fiend is not one of them

i sift your heart
undoing shoddy work

red lines
we've given you
uncrossed

man eater
Mooncrazed
canine runes gleam the color dread

worse:

you were cast opposite
Liam Neeson

antagonist
you had no chance
you were not complex
you were
knight-n-shining armor-less

i sift your being, dear thing
seeing your you
my needle speeds through

your sudden burst of breath
a wind of sorts
on my face
evokes the majestic
yet reminds the animal

i sift you
rise to my feet
and feel

that my i
has been licked clean

i can't help but
stare into the abyss
it calls i come im its *****

Dark cloud form
Grin smirk
Emptied room is my heart

Charting
Scars like stars
Constellation:
House of mar

One moonbeam
Allowed in
Dust mote
dance that
Melo-d dance
Bleed yer heart plz plzzz

Fist open up
Reveal
White knuckles *******
Bloodtide
In
Out
In
Out
******* fate

Maw
Claw
Saw what's seen
Be what's been
Clench

Death will not die
But I am
dead and dying
Don't you see?

Silver lines bleed
Bright no more
Inky garb gab blah blah
Abstract claptrap
Trapped trapped

I
Yearn
For
Simplicity

Like

A tree in the wind
Or your lips parting
To receive mine
Salty hot winds
Us in each other
Twisting
it

But complications
Complicate everything
Meaning slips
Slivers slick

blue sky
white cloud  
birds mixing sound made

her vocal chords
ten verdant tendrils
helixing ocher brainscrape stir

sound re-members energy againagain
marigold tiger soft glow fleshcaress balm

my contusion
cared for
dressed in mossygauz
diaphanous cure

i feel
good
somehow

dont let me get me
please
eater of spiral
seer of hurt
speaker of word

what to do.
where to go.
how to

get
there.

icy whitened teeth gleam earthy chartreuse canine slant glyph
is, really,
the only possession that

i have
on my person,
in my backpack.

---- well, err that, and
this flat slab of lit stone,
thought up by small gods,
and made by smaller people that live in
far far away binary lands that eat the sky
with rolling saturated ebony clouds,
which help smelt those inner beings of light,
and force them inside these tablets -
which I, then, use
to inscribe my

scream-of-conscience
wrought into thinky pixel arc
across the once blank page.

all is not well. sure. i get that.
but the visible spectrum
still bows forth colorings
in the hurt skies above,
over metro rush and mirth cursed.

but we still
can rewrite it.

this
is
why
i sit.

alone.

this monkish
quietude
i exist in:

living room consumed.
it's where, under a relatively nice high ceiling,
i do my

pirouettes,
yogic forays,
and taekwondo kicks

on the apt. faux hardwood floor; or

i am laid out in unmade bed
with a small boring hole 10 microns across,
drilling into my slurring skull -once removed-
it's lonely dome
grasped by two trusty amputated hands
of mine. my two floating seers roam free,
searching out a truer scene.

i mean, what im trying to say is:

the road
calls
me;

long languid abyss strip cruising
blurring lights through
spaceytime-ish. it's silly,

really, how i always
get ants inside my bones. home is not
a concept i know; nor wish to.

i have
resting glitch
syndrome.

new glyphs always are calling me,
like **** Sirens licking my every sense,
filling all my holes with fallen lily petals.

come
save me,
my poet.

ride me
into your
own. fix me into
your hip bones, protruding
toward it.

be
mine.
mover
too.
us
pushpulling
flux.

Existence
Is a tired pill
That I no longer take
It takes me

I'm the sad sad puddle
That you step over
Out of place
Always reflecting about
Reflecting - Never doing
****** by a blank cerulean sky
That once read coulda

Looking back on it,
Even the corpse
That I have yet to become
Is bored to **** with my life.

i know i know but i jus
can't
rn

tired

i know this
high vibrational elf
she energizes me, sooo good.

her curves made cursive
twisting looping dipping
as i
slowly
methodically
pen my thoughts on them

purpletip
red-ridged
my bloom swollen
eliciting glyphs unspoken
tracing her slit

her eyes
her breaths
are my ink
and i am full

she asks
pleads
(over her shoulder)
for me to "write
inside her"

with my pen pressing
the page
i rush perfection
and transcend
words words words

your poems make me jealous
because they breathe into me tales
i'll never be able to tell

not really

I dissolve
When I'm in the thick of nature
It turns my brain off (for once)

Smells cast spells
Sounds surround
I am finally in it

I feel
Sparse

Whittled down
To bone and breath

Arabesque complexity nixed
And I am
OK with that

My worries
Go extinct

splinters of the cross still swim
perpendicular shark token

but this muscle of mine
now returns to circled mossy womb of her
pumping out rows of teeth
that speak through it a tall tale of ruin

this fruit is not false
this body is mine
and it is true

there was no mistake - ever
all is there beneath broken hard white tissue

risk evolve complete the walk
spill the new

and as you lie there
in that torqued fetal position
lights dimmed
you will -*******- overcome it
with a red plastic lighter lighting
blue skies that bloom past the has-been

it's a new day it's a new you
that happened

it wasn't your kiss that got me
it was the open hand
that covered, stroked and

allowed for

the white-knuckled fist binding
that broken muscle just below the breastbone

here comes the weird af
ancient tonic yum
don't fight it jus let it stream through
megaflora ninja nook harpoon
never saw it comin
gonna do some quick love surgery on yer babblin' brook
make it run real real good again
unforever it with
botanical finite tunes that come-n-go so beautifully
petals on the floor bruise
wilt like legs and arms in that afterlove hue
this monkey suit is cool sure but we can't overstay the visit
origami god only folds so many times
but mossy mother womb awaits you always
there where the river unfolds my lovelies
so dip your toe in
fuckitjusjumpin
as this rock swims one more time
around that one star we call sun

keep it simple
just a wrinkle
calm as flower

pedaling fingerfelt winter sun

(if only
if only)

your face is flush
flowering the color Van Gogh
but beneath the bloom slouches
a thing defanged
grayed coiled
struck
by nothing anymore

she once had striking features
now
the skull calls
your teeth have become you

alone alone alone*

bitter seraphim
knuckle white,

what will you do
when you discover
that your adversary
isn't out there,

but within?

will you sink
or swim?

you glazed bricks blue
at Ishtar Gate,
deep seas where
lion, bull and dragon dwell

you are featured on
the gold funeral mask of Tut,
adorning his brow line
in deep eternal hues.

your name is summoned
several times
in the Epic of Gilgamesh,
the oldest known piece of literature
known to exist.

your mere
consonance
of L's
and slant
assonances:

eleven tongues licking all my holes.

and the solid book we wrote
cannot be found today

so let us rest in the powerful were
where moonbeams try to tell us it's day

this

is beauty

no words

except: ******* ****** ****

black snake stretch rt 101
now coil
gyrate fate
convey me along

zoning
zenning out

nature got her nails
running down my back
sweet smells fill my head
i drive deep in

my hand on the wheel
thinking about a girl

K come to me
you are my whorl

the space 
risked 
in this 
will to 
continue 

existing 

can be 
whiteknuckle fist ebb,
instead of
(or because of)
comfy square house 
called home
that we all had 

once
known

about.

dear you, 
down your dram of
petals withered -
sit on your bench
and watch the clouds brood -
let your twenties be
a complete blur,

then,

score 
a line
inside
the silence,
and jot
down
mind

on the margins 

of all there is
which cannot 
be said,
only

felt.

tumble down the rabbit hole
swallow the red pill
surf a twister out of monochrome Kansas

hit
baseline
reality

and

from behind eyelids shut

see
imeanreallyfuckingSEE
for the first time in yer ******* life

face down
back of her head
before me

the part in her hair
almost
oracular
jagged line of white scalp
a lexicon i alone will never know

i palm it and push down
activating some strange fate

and with much trembling
i carve up into her

unknown rune
lit
spell of ruin
flushed
consumes our us
the crush begun

quickened flesh fiends the bone
and wipes the faces
we wear

inside the creases of us
lies bending curses that will purge
diagonals crisscross
ivy writhing
growing bolder

a swarm of form
shape-shifting tor

torn and torn and will
no more

And we
both become
transfigured
spent
two loosed beings again

you are
furthest
from the

lightwomb,

but skinlit kisses
still whisper
ghostfuls of

yes

into your
crowded head.

People exchange looks
Swiped like credit
Adrenaline limps edited
To look like Like

It gnaws
It crushes candy
Pixelated abyss twist twirl leap
Strawblurry tasty taste me taste me

It gnaws
It packages insanely
This that those them

It gnaws
A fate
Us
Them

-Hate-
Keeps it going
Uncut uncut
See the seams unsleeped
Stitch forever and always
Eyes rise in the east
Sweatshoply ran zombified slum slam

He is fat
He is jovial
He laughs he laughs
He has them sow sow
Make make
Makers of joy ploy
Slaked boy fingers foaming at
Mouths unfed calloused heart grips it

Dread

Roofs collapsing
******* sing ******
******* sing

i am
pebble.

i lay
here
at the foot
of a rockface.

i've one
streak
of misty rose hue
that runs through
my otherwise
speckled gray body,

but which
saturates and
deepens
when the angling sun
glances off it.

i have
known
nothing else

other than

this.

consequence
comes around
to visit me
every once in a while.

but i am
in my
own,

mostly.

once upon
a time
it would
seem
i was
hewn

from my
source,

lithos onyx rainbow
shimmer grin
from ear
to ear.

i am
now,

however,

rent, insulate, here -
but also
over there,
still,
somehow,

remembering
a lost memory
that must have
been once

i think.

consc i  o   u sness lies 

somewhere inbetween

i

and
u

you are being.
pointillation
along this
broken
pale
blue dot

lit

with focus
and swarming intent,
strange, and
sometimes dark, yet

true enough:

your words do not simply word
but world
things

into existence;

your mere gaze,
ten thousand and ten gods clod in daisy chains,
whose glance together moves matter into wave,

history into potential origin
re-eden'd, new again;

your light,
never flawed or sinful,
always already
there and
so ******* perfect.

everything feels wrong,
but feels so right.

all the devils
are here
in drag.

worry not poet,
you are only light that matters.

so, play the role.
be somebody.
and make me swim
inside your pointillist earthing spoken,
cursor sojourning
across the blank page that awaits
the next line.

the ever briggy snapperjab,
once as trallhup as spacescrapers,
had his woo jotty happenstance
jejuned and nooned

and i soon saw
that i too was too much tooned
in the known visible wavelurf
where roving fate is ghosted
by inexhorrorbull ringly meedecree
of blingee choo choo Hist-o-Then

ever since,
my crave
has castled me down
into whitened gray limb petrify

where diggy beclouded sendersave replaces

chew your thoughts with your mouth open

i want to see
all of you
teeth, tongue, throat, synapse, neuron
stammers and spasms and
flashes of crippling vulnerability
streams of lucid genius
speechlessness' met with
one single look that utters sunsets
giddy ****** kid

i want it
glitch and all

inside a tent
in SoCal highlands
coyote packs howl and cackle

lavender vapor cure
undulates up toward tent top  
sandal as makeshift ash catcher

is there anyone out there
that is actually real or
am i just being spammed
by the void?

i think the void is
definitely spamming me but
why would it when
every single person
is following it?

if
you
are
reading
this,

then,

you
aren't
alone.

your
being
-right now-
by virtue of
reading this

is
with
mine;

and mine,
with yours.

and even when
you go

away,
you

are still here,
existing in
my
little
poem,

smeared
light

remnants

rubbing up
against mine.

and even when i go away
after sending this off,
i too will still be here

like you.

all of our weird
written words
penned at a distance are

always connected
by some

strange
residual angle
and spin
emitted,
leftover
from our

small but
eternal

interactions;

alignments of the light which do not discriminate,
nor create hierarchies of strict titanic binaries
that demand and interrogate..

your
big
red
hearts
make my
little grey
lightning bolts

light up:

bright yellow strikes fluoresce

over and
over

and

o v  e    r,

again and again.

your
tiny torch
forever
charging  

me,

even as i
cool off

and

darken,

is much appreciated,
dear poets

of
mine.

the mindseyewide
receptor of
signal
(from who the hell knows where)
called "thought"

palimpsest of them
hitting send send send
signals crisscross  
caught

fingers laced
lovers curl into blur
then gone

now
you space
wondering
where it went

Precept One:

all yays are soon to be blah

...

all's jus a
herenothere
super quick
so get it get it

make sure yer gods are
tied tight n double knotted k?

because you will get hit
right in the feels

that's
*******
life

the words she uttered,
marked by a fine soot, scribed themselves
on the inside of my sore ribs;
with wrist and finger adroit,
it burned off the serifs
i had used to write myself down
as something utterly known.

i stood there, before her - before myself -
dross coating my feet, altered
by this strange medicine.
naked and sparse and
unknown, chiseled
before her strokes, i am.

it will
hold and
i will heal.

my lines
pinned
under hers

my sentences run on

till her vocab
comes
on mine

stars are weird
their light, to us,
spells utter darkness for them

tendril scrawl of
notmuchlongernow,
trellis all thoughts of the sea

in vain.
my brain

is not well.
it resembles  
blank page,
dog-eared.

i fell
alongside the angel,
and i'll rise up 

with the simpler
constituents

in that beautiful
wonderful tiny lukewarm
yellowish glow.

my little halo 
in the compost
worn by the glorious 
green bottle fly - lithe, woke, on it.

i am openshut basket case.
a real cool hand luke
who throws febrile shade

on all
the things.

step on the corona of my silhouette
and i wet gods red
with bottled up passive agro tactics.

king.
crown.
thrown

into
this ****.

i didnt ask for it;
so, now im asking
for it.

i like to think i was,
once upon
a slick timespace,

******* whole -

instead of
flipped chan-
nel;
snow s t  a ti    c,
no signal;

running TVly
with bulls that pushpull the cool

that keeps me
from editing me out
with metallic deletes.

neuron off the grid
three hands on the wall fall
eyes on the prism hid visions of

some
thing
else

cement sidewalk head dandelioned
spaghetti-o code everywhere
grammarsplatter pattern augers up grays
i think im gonna be ok visions of

some
thing
more

signals comin in immanent
primal info before ire set
seams solidified iami visions of

some
thing
one

morning light
mourning like
that first cool stab of jade

she did it.  
her teeth eaten.
tongue swallowed.
mouth made vestigial.

words: in the miscellaneous drawer, pls.

guts move quicker than light or thought, i've found.
caught in the (thoroughly) dusty
ceiling blades of
ergh quotidian spins, whyyyeff.my.life

she -somehow-
drew in
this awe, for now.

ellipses feed feed,
till it says it all
without uttering
one silly little
syntactical arrangement,
ever again; this, her stir.

dot dot dot
dot dot

and with a few
small jots felt,
she wrote

my hurt
down.

joy, again: like a note passed in class.

the way her hair
-unknowingly-
drops down and
sets foot into the outer glow
of a cosmic furnace's
last blast
lit up
as a massive fire body
moves through it
in the distance of distances

i catch all of this
as she texts whatever

i say nothing
of course

tendrils carem deathlight blur
molten beginnings begun

it
almost
makes me
want to
be someone

again

he thinks
about thinking
sinks
into a greenish-black sunken grin
because he knows
what's what

this
once-upon-a-time hand
is now a fist *******
object of mine

I am an I'm
you?
a you're

we've very little time
to mind anymore

omit omit
the democratic gods
scaffolded
at those five fingertips

progress progress

we are
all of us
so short with each other
taut wrecking ***** so singular

do not shut me out
I want in
show me everything

remember when you said that?
we were at the park
holding hands
watching the spent sun gild it all

I smiled in your face
but inside was a calloused thing
white knuckle
grip tightens

the ground has crept
up into the sky and
the gods are right around
the corner and
the rubber sole
on my shoe
is coming off the canvas

tchaikovsky's violin is so emo --- no,
it's sylvan undone, or
it's sylvia plath in
the hot seat

this isn't me being cheeky
-as if my jowl were up against that cold oven rack-
it's, obviously, me acting out, me being difficult, me wanting your

attention

ahem

i once got off to her in the school library bathroom stall
her Words
were hands that day
and i came unrequited blackberry skies

i sometimes wonder if
she hadn't realized, just then, how silly it all reallytruly was
and that -that- realization was a place she could, finally,

get to

and

in the sudden rush to pin it down with chikoffskii violins that wept syntax tor,
she bumped her head upon attempting to get out

and she was
going
to sing
i mean really sing
for you
too