last night in your arms
is like the feeling of
ocean waves
still rocking my body
as I drive 7 hours home

epithelial etherealized
i can't look in others' eyes
just want some lateral sliding and subduction
i don't need a production

bp bp bp bp
footsteps nearing me
why do i get nervous
bp bp bp bp
wait
i’m alone
my heartbeat again
bp bp bp bp bp bp bp

i haven’t been sleeping
but i sleep good when i do
lots of dreams lately
but they’re all too realistic

i’ve been daydreaming about vietnam:
i’m following this lady
who sells bananas on a bike
she’s leading me through the bazaar
to find man who sells spice
spice man just cracked a watermelon
the juice running down his hands
the aroma strong, clean
i can’t speak vietnamese
but i wonder how much he’d haggle
on a wedge

this morning on my cold walk
air blew back my rusty hair
i was purposeful tardy
but i was happy
i saw the browned ginkgo biloba leaves
limp by my feet
-they’re lucky you know, the ginkgo leaves
and i wondered if banana woman had ever seen ginkgo

tether me
my tongue
stitched to the roof
i bungee
free
simple entertainment
for my pocket
with no
penny
glide through air
busker
people
now i'm
with pocket
of pennies
save them up
3 by 3
buy a ticket
grayhound
into town
runaway
cow tongue
freak ***
carnival
no show
in a cave
new mauve
bat babe
plastic face
botox
now poor
so
tether me
my tongue
once more

i'm not speaking of concrete skies
brittle streets
or wallstreet highs

i bark, and
i lap up vinegared wine from my bowl
laden with sprinkles of fruit flies.

my collar is on
but my leash, real long.
i’m not in earshot, but
i don’t stray too far.

Typ e 1
T ype 2
    Type 2
2
2
3

Blur
Scattered colors
Nameless creatures
2
14
R
7

So much aggression
And oppression
*** Bay Ya
Or Hell Nah

Straws and Pseudoscientists
          look into spoon  |/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/
           hypnotization
          ~take the straw~
religious regard as Lord of the Lard
hole in the Ozone
messed up chromosome
the Earth is flat
flat as my ***

I want to be in a lilac mood
And listen to lacey lullabies
But I feel electric blue
And long to hear bands like Queen.
I don't wish for forever lilac loves
But maybe just for ten minutes,
Just so I could recognize the feeling.
But I feel electric blue
And to that I must be true.
So I'll kick my feet,
Sing my rag-tag beat,
And go on to dream of sunset yellow
And saffron stories too.

he is me
irrevocably me
i could look at his soul
and he'd be mine in matching pajamas

Hot
Roll
Heat
Repeat
air dry for the poor
or energy efficient
shrinkage obsessed
or long life wear weary weirdos

Wandered Around The City
got 15 new stains
a little bit of sweat
and one more hole
Now You Need A Washer
Now You Need A Dryer
but all you got is
a toilet, some dish soap, a hair dryer

when you're going deaf,
you haven't got much choice
i don't know how
to scrapbook my own voice

but when the last overworked decibel
gets too tired to keep going
i will still feel the vibration of your heartbeat

my foul gaze degrades you
this stare
these blue eyes
they burn you
you quiver
dead

so i prowl
fixating on you
carnivorous
salivating
looking desperate
i die, too

music marinated
wyclef
lauryn hill
corinne bailey rae
bob dylan
wind

my mangy hair whips you like the cat toys of feathers on a string
the static electricity of our touch
flips on addiction
i am an adrenaline ******
a no good drug addict
with a burnt tongue
because nobody knows me
only what they presume
i am the facade
innocent
christian
quiet
weak

i am foul
there is no hell for me to burn in
that is fictitious
i am a writer?
so the bible is a book and no more

the vagabond
freighthoppper
reaper
who loves flowers and books
i am trapped by a tree on which I have climbed too high
i must fall
i can die

if i am dead
if i am dead
if i am dead
then i have courage
nothing left to lose
i slit my throat
to honor
Pazuzu

i was born during a tornado
quite literally
my energy in this world exploded
so i pray
when i pray
not to god
but to mother nature
and to the tornadoes of this world
my friend is the wind

i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow

i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean

why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot

Oil
Coal
Burning soul
Take me through
A field so bright
Almost red
As firelight
If our feet burn
I won't be
Without a smile
A silly yearn
For steps untamed
A head so light
Helium maimed

Delight
Delight
My head so bright
Torn apart
By candlelight
Lamplighter
Lamplighter
I'd rather have a campfire
Swooning
Under this broken moon
Nail and hammer and...
Candlelight
Lamplight
Campfire
Field bright
Little love
From dawn
To night

I purge
this
Surge
of
Blacklight blood
In hopes
To see
With unity

the birds
the bees
the flowers
the trees
lol
boring *** old crumbs
charged with death
for crimes they've not committed
so fun
fun for everyone
but ages 12 and up pls.
thanku!
let's celebrate hardship!
jump upon broken backs of overworked laborers
spending their lives as slaves without insurance!
let's celebrate family separation
and our president's inflation!
lol

Monty hated that lil red car
wanted to beat it with an ol' stick
beat the man in it too!
but if they ever saw him
they don't know what they'd do
couldn't take the risk of bein' a statue

red car in their dream
man mash them 'gainst the wall
trapped and in tears
monty wakes up yellin' fire

A midst of humidity and heat
I walk bare foot through the scene
Barren muscadine vines cascade
All around my ankles
I can hear roaring in the distance
So let us walk towards that beacon

I come upon the sir
It holds its paw out,
I've never been one for handshakes
But this feels right
A sweet rendezvous
Dear peacekeeper of the woods,

Hello. May we meet again.
....... ................... .............. .. ........
Now, running through the ghettos
Picking up crumbs
Delusional
Convinced I am Robin Hood
And my people are birds
Come save the people with me
............. .   ............... ......................

Dear Mr.Jeeb!
He'll never cross his feet
For he's sure he be untied
And that he'll skip a beat
Suspicious Mr.Jeeb
He always wears a scarf
But it's 102 degrees
One pebble in his pocket
A pepper in the other
They cancel out each other
So he'll never get in troubled
Promiscuous Mr.Jeeb
Surgically webbed his feet
He'll never cross his toes
Next goes the nose
He takes his needle
And his thread
And slowly sews

i, thief, am alive too,
right?

in a place devine
where all color
is endless and scattered
and the creatures
have no names

in this place of mine
i wander
endless
yet
never lost
and
my heart is racing

devine
pillar-less mind
a place you can't see
can't hold
can't be
coveted by the yearning
concentrated with the free
seen in my dreams
created by nobody
fostercare to all
anyone aware
and in this shell
this hollow plane
this deadbeat time lock
this old brain chain:
freedom can be your perspective

Saudade bear whispers softly
To saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon

Saudade bear has hearts 'stead of eyes
But each night he cries
To saudade moon

Saudade moon
She tries and tries
But all the saudade persons
Pile up and loose their eyes

Saudade person
Become saudade wishin' man
Then his eyes fall out
Right into his hand
He throws 'em in the wishing well
Under saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon

Wishin' well is fishin' well
Where people come to eat
But eatin' days are over
And croonin' days all done

Saudade bear
Become just bear
Flat an' coarse, his small paw girth
Bring no more saudade birth

wanna be free
in a world where freedom gotta fee

Sunbeams,
Kisses to my day dreams.
After thoughts on Romanticism.
Days passed,
Days I've wished had stayed present.
Sleeping eyes that open,
Smelling dew drops on a light breeze
Of that of a new morning,
And soon to come fresh rain,
Ready to be danced in.

Alone is he
He is alone
Prone to danger
To danger is he prone
not afraid
just shivers

walk alone
to nowhere
where he roams?

Inchworm
make cocoon
not be cold
but not see moon

Inchworm
not afraid
just cold
so he walks alone
happily
And shivers

this is a token
my secret slogan
my secret identity
running from thy entity
calls itself nomadic
when it’s just problematic

I demonize
resurrect
“devil worship”
in a blissful harmony
Death be my pillow and Life my pillar
mutually exclusive
I write with a blank head
this head is dead, kaput
filled with helium
and soot
I looked alive
and now I delve
I devour
my body filled with wheat
now of flour

the vagabond
drifter
the vagabond
condemned
to stay?

i wander
i ponder
and thus wander
i felt nothing
so i try to feel

the city
oh
my eyes, marbled and glassy
the lights
the windows
the city
my head, happy

but on a clear day,
you can see forever
and i cannot see three feet
where have the trees gone
impervious
mi madre
ma mere
my mother
my earth
my feet are refused her
refused dew born grass on bare feet
where are the other deer
there are no animals here
blood of my blood
nowhere
none near

so with revision
and contemplation
and unsure, premature opinion-making
i rephrase:
i am not the vagabond?
i am the nomad

red clay beneath my nails
in the dry cracks of my wintered hands,
feels like I'm holding Georgia

Momma bought the trampoline
From man on the corner
With cobwebs in his hair
And when I start to jump
He always do stare

But when I start jumpin'
My eyes do fail
And I'm left with green skin
And rabbit ears
Don't know why
There's somethin' to that ol' Trampoline

Maybe cobweb hair man
Has cobweb magic
An' his ol' eyes do possess that *****
To make me hallucinate
Sick to my stomach
My hands are now stones
I am left cold straight to the bone

Years go by
And cobweb voodoo do still go on
So I get me a machete
And start wackin at the ol' *****
Voodoo man ain't watchin' now
Sky turn black
Trampoline turn black too
And it start oozing where I do wack

Still so much fun
***** might be voodoo
But momma never knew
And I always wanted a trampoline
So thank you

Often
Wondering
This fickle bit
Of picked wind hit
Tossing my hair
In blur

seemingly
continuous
and
never begun
burns my hand
and my tongue

my feet
like air
murmur past
flatiron towns
of nothing and everything
the obscurity of it all
does not keep me up
unless intentionally

and temporary towns
for momentary bounds
bonds
beds for my heads
that linger
in sound
irritated as their best state
and suspension as their worst

And so I ponder
Longer
And still longer
When

I made a Vow To the wind once.
it had no consequences
and was based off of Only Love.
i told her
"whenever it's windy,
i will always be happy."

You see
i'd just been walking,
listening to her thrash objects- around.
she made a sort of song,
and played with my hair,
much like elementary students.
except,
she has a sense of sophistication
defining her demeanor.
and to appease her
i told her i loved her
because i do.

   a
     n
       d,
in return
maybe she blows away my sorrows,
or perhaps it's all me.

he’s perfect for a white picket fence

hell?
what if i want to go to hell?
all this talk of god and jesus
but what rebuttal is there
if i actively want to go to hell?