[Verse 1: Fierce]
because God is a Texan woman
ex-leader of a Holy Trinity
inductee of The Oxford English Dictionary
Sara’s dog spent most of his time in yards. Yards are rectangles of grass that people send you out to pee in.
I attempt to pull the mammoth tusk from my mother’s new lover.
It’s a symbol polishing the blunt-force indifference cannibalism fuses.
In place of terminology, there’s sports equipment...
danceparty by the breath
along my cheeks. by the broken bottles in the
stoop-way light. shards at our feet.
our shoes gather momentum as we enter
A brief history:
The penis dates back to 2400 B.C., originally a member of the royal Muskmelon and Gourd family. The first penis was found on a vine in...
It is the summer of Gore’s film.
This heat was brought to you by greed.
In a Sargasso Sea between errands,
you confront the superior might
When the fly flew into my cut hair I greeted it
And when I saw my cut hair on the floor I greeted it
And when I saw...
This is my wife
a Japanese wood saw
it’s called a dozuki.
It reminds me of our nights
on the park bench, playing the bozuki.
Stay awake, listen carefully boy,
this is important.
The day is for sleeping,
but before the sun goes down
make sure you’ve gathered enough wood.
In the solarium
Bring the property value down.
Turnkey whistling dark nights fat.
The mysteries of meat explained at 8
And the death of the middle lass.
Managing hope is a confidence trick.
I am watching falling leaves disentegrating into black bile beneath my feet
tiny horde of black bile people breathing out hate spores
into the world and watching...
Alive in the ghost
Park, I am this
Darkness. The horizon
Is a boil of halved
& illness stitches me
“Whoa, son. Now just where do you think you’re going, boy?” —Cop
“Caalliffoorrnniaa” —Jimmy—The Wizard, 1989
On a mission to the center of a planet I lost protection.
I came up empty.
I wanted to play just the tip,
instead stretched ozone to...
Women who escaped for a promise. One even gave Vesuvius the slip.
The yellow curtain swings with the wind,
an elongated egg yolk dancing beside me.
I lay on the couch,
my ribs sticking out like fork tines
I see her
in sweat & the beige
of taut rubber bands
in two directions
When this poem makes me famous & richer than poet
rich, I will buy a bigger cock. I will buy a bigger
for my bigger cock....
Neo-Cliché-Hipsters form neo-sermons to exhibit righteous progress
in a context of this epoch’s zeitgeist. Lemon juice dissolved in
distilled mineral water a reasonable drug to carry this mentation
In states of semantic overdrive, visages of abstracted freedom cross
in the night, heretically. At the summit of neo-aesthetics and visual fields,
hopeful mind-states ascend according to debunked...
Under that stone knife
my choice was clear:
Either try to escape
The rest is history
The mind balks and the mind breaks.
The mind talks and stutters, mutters melodious nonsense before it sleeps.
The refrigerator is pregnant again. The umbilical cord is black rubber. Attached to the bellybutton of the wall. She vents hard from 17 nostrils. Her womb has a door handle...
There’s a place
For the numb
Like lusty mosquitoes
To flickering neon signs
And grimy store windows.
Just pluck the feathers from my shoulder blades.
Lightness. Noise chopped into moans.
There are ghosts everywhere & if you catch
them in the right light, they...
Melanie gradually became fearful that she, her Self, was being occupied, slowly taken over by a silent army of strange and worrisome thoughts, unintelligible obligations. Hesitantly mentioning this to her...
let these words
be a battering ram
through the stargate
into a new field of vision
to flummox the energy
field deception wave,
the way the lamp-lit-lot glowed on just my car
her hand against the window
i made money selling workout equipment: thigh...
A single neuron in my brain is going Ha-Ha,
like a hungry beast that dwells in the well.
And all of these things shouldn’t happen if:
I ate an apple, and it protested,
little worm devoured my insides.
I ate an apple, two strong bites,
and it came through me twice.
Nose-prints on pages out,
pistol smoke admixed
with bloodied background.
Evidence of university
purchases seem discarded
while asleep. Petrified eyes,
inside day-sight that cannot
Forgotten breed of man, a lone wolf with a broken paw. I, the alien man, consume the illusion. The new desire, the new negative sublimation. Crystal core rock skull.
He is still at work. She is at home stalking the narrow light of their kitchen. She closes her eyes. When her feet stop moving it will be...
Your feelings lie down on a moth-worn blanket
like a farm dog.
A Parkour court in Leicester
will reduce antisocial behavior
among young men.
The flabby third acts of American lives,
a cotillion of bloat, poor motility,
my vaginal walls are non-
heavily rubbed with butter
the bladder a silver blade
gyrates my baby in the bread machine
her legs whip...
the sliced half-lemon in hand
happy birthday Solomon
sea breeze in nostrils
fresh rinds spruce up the trash
smell of city streets
I don’t immediately notice: they’re
not playing their, so to speak, music.
I’ve been thinking a long time
(“staring into space,” they call it),
to the luck of any god
dressed in nothing but the sheet
you have slept your entire life
then go down as no good
My bacon egg disease
Unmade organs carved from soap.
A swan into hello folds
My last white creases into silence.
Trout kraut the ho-hum!
Set loose in a carbon rich environment. It seemed we were free. Except for impromptu odes to the emperor. Porcelain statuettes of oligarchs unpacked from the transient’s van hung with...
Stagnant valley air. Like slurping down a fever. Ones rolled up in the Ben Franklin. Stone-cold hand over transactional heart, the ray-bans solidify the image. I keep snatching coin shadows...
ask the porous, perforated skin
of a fig tree:
we swim in contested waters
a musky border lake
where the eggs we carry
I don’t care about the metrics, the iambus
and the rhymes—I have read the classics and then
I’ve put them back on their dusty shelves:
A fact of summer:
it slips into autumn, sags a bit.
This was the hottest July
on record, a good excuse
to sit indoors, read books,
An orphan from Canada, she can live, like me, only where the sky
is always gray, and the leaves hang windless in the yard.
The angled walls of...
A girl shaped like a bear. A bear-shaped girl.
A girl inside the maw of a bear. A girl with a breath like a roar.
A roar beneath...
Are the children opening mouths like hungry saxophones
Clamoring for bread from my bread music?
This exhale of ours bellows in and out
And does not look...
A resolute man, in his hunger for wonder,
goes searching for the next best thing.
The first Seven Wonders are inconsolable.
Their time is done.
They will grab your tiny fists, but find nothing.
You’ve dreamt of darkness once before, girls
Bathing in the shallow water of your sea,
The sea of...
You chose to be
what you chose to be,
and I chose to be
who I was.
All my girlfriends have the names of dead children.
Placentas for eyelashes, tricycles for tits.
An Evian bottle filled with blood
Completes our crystal dome of air.
Whilst the literary control mongers ‘alouette’ to hopeful derivatives of ‘art freedom’, we’ve Xeroxed a certain field-guide aesthetic, and defend it now with our rubber tomahawks. We proceed angle-find America...
What to do about this creature?
break the window?
smash the mirror?
howl like a beast at the sight?
creaking door open,
When you wake up sour cow heavy
and needing something creamy,
your cold limbs limp and stinging,
you tangle dreams with sleep and sheets
This way for kings and madness,
This way growing-cold light
pointing its sharp finger how it pleases–
Demanding obedience like a stage.
All mannerisms drift up to the Himalayas
Look! there goes solitude hand in hand with
fickle, vanity on her back suckling one
disembodied erect nipple: brown sun-bleached...
The night terrors are bulls running beneath a sagging balcony
held together by paint chips and dead termites.
I huddle, balled up against the chipping brick, squealing
write from the perspective of a column on a spreadsheet
write from the perspective of a column on a spreadsheet that rebels right out of your computer to
I. Savasana | Corpse Pose
Bulbed women glisten.
Sweet balloons, static cling,
to the center. We haven’t realized
how malleable we can be.
The worst thing girl-thing can do. Withhold her. Then wash out all the little hims in brownbath. Girl peacock has tail so long and proud of don’t touch. So many...
Independent when fed,
call the shots,
pull your own weight.
rough raggedy punches
to my smooth somewhat sexy face
that face fucker
Curious, how an exhibition leads to a barren violence. Wombs turn violet with yesterday. Hands walk with the enormity of god. With ease, my tongue shocks with the first breath....
Sara woke up with a dry mouth full of seeds. She sputtered and wheezed upon waking, spitting them onto her pillow. Sara’s dog ate a few of the seeds. She...
The seagull-celebrated sea forever going back over the shape of things to come. From the landed ferry athletic poets in striped uniforms unload a string of empty coffins.
The woman’s voice gleams with oddly translated survivor guilt.
In her arms I’m breath held in.
I’m many bipolar suckers pulling the trailer park of a lung.
america; americultus; americate : : dubiously masturbate.
::: gold flaked bodies.
blackbirdian danceparty::: i’ll go.
washed up beach bottles and all our feet amongst them ::: curling...
[Show off your one-of-a-kind-style
when I realized I was all alone I got bigger
by embellishing a wide strip of fabric
in secret and found and opened...
Summer is cold spread thin, stretched taut
over land and water, unbreakable. She says,
Wise move, NPC, truculent
twitch beyond screen. I slow-open
shade drawn windows and breathe in the dog shit.
This is progress, the zone,
itemized the soft...
Yes I love Jesus you stupid cunt
if I say words like stupid cunt
cuz he said, “go forth to the Haight
and hand out needles to
Out amidst the orchard of choice, we dabble in requiems and font
styles. We concentrate our thoughts until they become
aluminum charms in semantic worlds, word-worlds
I slip on my silk tunic,
go out into the yard to gather in
the evening harvest
my head is fittingly light
for this task
Today we see as we understand, the elbow patches of medium orchid corduroy, sewn to the elbows of the Universe—and neo-cliché hipters (who meditate on thistle) drag the haunting tense,...
A plain or a level piece of ground. Clasp-knife. Folding-knife. Tusk of a wild boar. A thrust or gash with a knife. A shaving towel. Razor. Pool. A level piece...
Toasters melt to the swelty-swelter.
Bolts and dinosaurs and sky all goop together
into liquid faces that touch the Sun.
That roadway heat and breeze; that tone.
After breaking my daytime fast, I’m where the bombing judges gay people,
Where there’s time to form what I’ve eaten into phalluses commemorating love.
And my soul says:...
It was a ramshackle manse full of party debris and cat scents. These were the origins of Mok Panther.
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There were bells. They said “This way, Ma’am.” They took her by the elbow. They wore white gloves.
Everyone in line looked at one another. Then stared at their...
perfection lies pollute minds
dietary slip eats up insides
hike up that skirt
wrote you a note on the back of your hand
oh gentle gentle memo pad hands
circle be my circle come around and around with...
Color is in the air between us. Call it Spiritus Mundi
or the collective unconscious, it is the teal and salmon
of the upholstered headboard, the ivory of...
shiver and buzz
all about my skin
hum of the noon hour
at the falafel shop
I sit and try to peel my worry
Be delighted by this blaze.
While today had a touch
of yellow gladness, there
was much shallower gloom.
Day plucked from night
breathed all over...
Lucinda ponders on the number sixteen as she turns to look one last time at her home. Up ahead her husband, household staff, in-laws, cousins, and a band of sixteen...
“You would have really liked it,
What happened to us last night.”
Jesus died in a snowstorm. It was exactly like that one movie
with the snowstorm where people died blanketed in clean cold.
Jesus died while downloading the Spotify...
being a jerk is what I am best at,
no lessons needed,
naturally a son of a bitch.
now all my toys are broken,
The future happened yesterday,
I sat and thought about the new myths
As proposed by Sir Mixalot.
I thought, “I don’t have any clothes.”
God’s always having us touch our own rib,
then trying to make us ashamed for it.
I keep the forgotten pretty in my mind.
If they ever...
I made a promise! I stop hating myself. Yes!
Anyways, that’s God’s job and of his forsaken
children. Why I got this thumb? For holding
Pour yourself a tall glass of Windex and
let’s pregame on lawn furniture on the roof
watching RNC coverage on a rabbit ear extension cord pumpkin patch TV...
yeah everything smells like a college town. USA some. the pizza counter corners. the staple gun trees of ripped muscle fliers the lines of which are traced in black like...
Let Bret Michaels slip a third finger between your
teeth and gums. Months later, make U-
REMIXED DAILY, COMPOSITION SUBJECT TO OBJECTIVE INFLUENCE:
MIGHT BE THE CHEMICALS, MIGHT BE THE STARS. PROBABLY THE UPBRING.
AT LEAST NOT JUST IN MIND, MY MIND.
A harvest of words
has brought us here.
their skins fizzing with scabs
the words swamp the air around us.
Noon has fallen into recline
Like a lazy metropolis
Upon boughs and crumbling moss-coated roofs.
Its yawn simmers in your chest.
Oh how will you cook...
If you decide to sit at home thinking about the episode of True Life where the guy gets calf implants—
When my eyes turned black at night
and my breath ceased to haunt the midnight air
I knew that my long feet were soon to thump
A steeple fingers a darkening sky as no thoughts of
Jesus hover halfway between a mourning dove calling
in soft tones from the power line and a boy...
No home hides that snake,
Crawling up to my finger.
He is not wel -bred.
He limps through black waters,
He licks all the poisonous plants.
By seared wheeze
Dampness to creep
Lungs to breathe
Such a mystery
Love, life, the remains
You’re hard to find as hen’s teeth. I
give chase, bark like a fucking squirrel.
Faceless in the half light, half-cocked. Tell me
more, yes, phalanges please....
i celebrate my successes with pancake breakfast.
and i light off fireworks in my driveway; in my kitchen; in my car; beside the river;
in my living room...
Foreign ammo in the Jell-O mold,
A bloody bandage for a head.
You’re in America, now,
Brown speckling near the crown buds
And phosphate runoff ditch
I birth alcohol.
I birth birth & try to give it back.
I birth stillborns, don’t even ask why.
I birth Prozac so you can be just...
A butcher walks home down Petunia Street holding a captive bolt pistol and a yellow umbrella. In his pocket, a recipe for headcheese jelly: Boil the head of a pig...
Cricket song helps
The dead become
In the turned-
Up dirt. The
cold like quarters in the seed
how apples make friends
with what they fall into—hand or land
to life’s highest questions we’re ‘guesslers’, though we delight in the rapture associated with
‘trying’. the neo-cliché hipsters sew their cliché elbow patches to the universe, all day long,...
All morning staring at the falcon perched on a leather glove.
Deliberate repositioning. Talons like muted shotgun triggers
in crisp Chicago winter. The Golden Nugget challenges
Spilled brandy was seeping through
the cloud-colored carpeting and I didn’t
When we die, will we spawn the metaphysical to infinity?
Will we return unto our homes as salmon, or choose
the right words when it matters? Will our...
The murderer is beautiful, and with a deep-sea ugliness.
Our hunting fire howls on the plateau framed in an office.
The man is a chair sat in by...
I self-medicated for 10 minutes
on the floor, waiting for a reason
to tell you that I grew up listening
like a material girl, like an empty
I mean the death drive that lurks
Malibu all over
Puts in full sway the palms of love.
When my body came out of my mother,
she pushed; I pushed; flesh tore.
It was no neat cut—tissue tangled purple
and later, even stitches would not...
Part I. Read the following passages and select (encircle, mark out, claim, capture) the most appropriate word to fill in the blank:
I’ve come to believe there is no god, just a balance
of sorts: each bad thing weighted against a good.
In this sense, the ancient Egyptians had it...
Metal walls hungry for ankles emerge from hibernation at the start of terrorism season.
Weirdly for the year we’re in, the parts of me in bomb dust are invisible...
The abject has only one quality of the object—that of being opposed by it. —Julie Kristeva, Powers of Horror
The chicks are chirping. The doctor spreads me wide and shines his incubator light. He twists my clitoris doorknob. My vagina swings open like a battery cage. Straw, yolk and...
shapeshifter, son drunk
& changing skins.
he digs up skeletons of a spanish battalion
by tigers on the garden key.
Why do we revisit tragedy with tears,
Not from pain, but of humility
In the presence of unfathomable beauty?
What is it in our nature that draws...
While we concede that disco balls have hundreds of facets (there is
no standard) the great semantic conundrum has a panoply of facets
that makes physics look like...
the cells die unrecorded
around the stress you put on a name
A body falls out from the sky
its arms are boneless, squiggling
its eyes are snow globes
it’s wearing a tie and is foaming at the mouth
The first fuck is the deepest
The first fuck is the best fuck
The hole room breaks & falls
the objects break away and fall
borne into the blood
by some elusive capillary
this churning ache for
all ribbons unbridled
for a serenade to the skin
let the bottle be...
Right here between four walls window brown tree, no sympathy. Unremitting thirst. Think. Do go through step, bread milk gas car party child, real gold is. Listen. Baby intact. Steep...
Anarchy the anarchists to the heart of queen amerika. OK the k in there, gender-queer cowboys dancing on the national, drunk-driving into rivers split history in pieces. Red star by...
The secret garden that hides the fact we are all going to die. Go on the road to headlight purgatory. These are the days you can still get lost, still...
Suffragette cities filled with handsome devils flapping on windows jazz diamond dinners pearly fleet feeling foxing trot wisdom — we golden for gatsbys and green-flashing emeralds, crank autos call hardening...
Strange how I feel your heat in my sleep, all our comings and goings in dreams of fair-haired ballrooms, crossed wire dancing on teddy bear-skinned pins, headed up hills charging...
Oceans cross and rip open spread-legged centuries, anarchist bullets in back channel mutilations. Sin is sin as concept, art of sine mirror cosine, false agreement, mathematical minds, aggrandize tangential reckoning....
When you can’t be who you are who are you? Can’t prevent what is coming, can’t sell it all under the rug to lunar colonies. Sleep forever while clouds burst...
Each of the avenues I walk down rebuilds a foundational future of headdress consortiums on the run from some brand of heartache. I want to feel how their beats touch...
Eyes follow movements from here to there, exploratory committees on short leashes flat-landing to the end of the rainbow. Multi-cultural refraction flows, slips, dances in and out of riverbeds panning...
My love is torn between co-equal branches and strong executive. My love separates church and state and throws the ring into the river, watches it ride the current and catches...
Ratify wooden teeth and ruling class college. The skulls and bones first exhumed, no time for flesh red delivery, spongy thoughts or cloud computing. Our hero cannot tell a lie...
Dung funk at the motorway
Times the massed ranking
Squelch palpable and sucked
In repetitive roar.
What a sad density.
What a redundant day
The mass of love density is a cut star / fleeing / heart condition / heat stroke / missing things for all time of this / personal exchange over /...
Arms pinned back, he barely spoke
to those knuckles but they answered, just ask
the split incisor, his cracked rabbit tooth—
now, when he flosses he saves...
I still worship at the feet of corn planters,
not horse traders, but the ones that feed those equines oats,
and the chicken counters, traipsing the dusty corral,
In the reviews, they spoke of how the words “evoked space,”
and how the imagery “lit up the sky” with an “axe of
It was spoken...
Sara’s dog spent four years living in a cloud that was on fire. He rented it for cheap, because it was on fire. The landlord was a terrible, boring jazz...
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts, and is desired. —Cleopatra
What had happened? One moment
the upper-under and lower-working
classes, vast, tattooed,
or both, were roaming
that restroom of a...
They looked like black leaves
congealed on pavement, or blood—
the way they pooled—glistening, opaque;
and the magpie—
nearly alone, towering over the wreckage
Am I too perhaps recipient of some chomp channel
when I close my eyes, roll back, let the dreams
roll in. Splayed or flayed. Choose your words
in a marble vessel.
Out amongst the ptarmigan, we debunk our attention from everything
else that crosses in the night. Suddenly, the mind goes blurry, and with
shifting abstraction the pixels shift...
The Klansman was in the trunk
of my ‘93 Chevy Caprice,
and we weren’t even half way out of Memphis.
It was a great time to hide
I am heavy as earth with all that could go wrong.
Called my mom, left a message, said I was afraid
of my birthday cake. It...
The body is dangerous.
The body falls on
women and children
The body infects.
The body talks
with thin lips
There is $345,000 worth of termite damage between my thighs. It all started with the Queen. The Queen crawled into my damp, dark place of chronic leaks. The Queen confused...
I’m living in the rotted tree-
house in the park, collapsing
under a growing pile of leaves
and branches. I’m here to not
tell you that...
Wheat cow tomato pig, Italian cows in anchovy gardens.
“If the anomalous is neither an individual nor a species, then what is it?”
Becoming-wolf, becoming-rabbit, becoming-pizza.
Ekelöf is difficultly dead and I am the son of myself.
It is good to talk about old times.
I hear applause there, round the feet of identical...
In the unexpected heat of a late autumn day,
speak aloud all of those things you don’t want.
Call them out by their names. They can’t...
“I was their plaything and their idol, and something bet er—their child, the innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by Heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose...
permeates folds of
thick winter clothes
inch of tightened skin
while the struggle to be real
has become an impasse
It loomed ahead—the schism, the break, the seam, the—his eyes swept briefly to the left. She’s back, he said. His hands perspired in gortex gloves; he dialed the air-temp down....
yes in this
black dimension I radiate
DNA in the silver way
a matrix of sword
and sound dissolved in decay
in the underworld the...
Once the ship had been crushed by ice,
they knew they would die. Each night,
as they tried to sleep inside tents fashioned
out of tattered sails,...
When shaking begins
the last gasp resides
in bone marrow
Embrace the burn
as it explodes a vessel
of blood thought
into silicone slivers
Attention users with rape fantasies:
If it’s legitimate rape according to the far-Right hand face slap obelisk body lexicon you’re all right.
Boys you RNC warlord straw...
I sit on the edge of the bed. Stare at the dresser. There is something over there that I want.
I get up. Walk there. Open a drawer. Reach...
I quit drinking Cristal Not because it’s prejudiced But because Jay Z says It is intolerant.
Asleep when it happened, I lived for the
5D of the equinox, of the three orbs
In space like dark, reverse engineered
Construction paper lining an urn.
I am a ball of quivers
crashing through my mother’s gore
and slathered in footsteps.
I am a bag of earthquakes
screaming inside of cells
A colony of souls
to a murder of crows fighting over coconuts.
Boats waffle blue waves.
Noel Coward fucked in this hotel.
A pregnancy is something wished for. A half moon is what one becomes. Tools to use on the journey: thermometer, preferably the sort with an extra decibel; an...
I have reached
A glacial age
Age of bone and melt
Age of cave and calf
A glacial age of ash.
I sleep as the noise has stopped beginning
Within the warning on the warning label
Attached to the cord,
Within the shadow of the warning label
pulls bark from an African Plum tree
to scratch a line into a cavewall.
The exaltation sends him dashing out
charging toward his tribe...