Frantic Boulder birds beat time
in heaved tree dancer
and dawn de color scheme
is East and brown is dirt
Birds like paths find drawn
breath unsatisfying
Crack out in lit desire - is
a bar of half-recognitions
shoulder touches -
for they have eyes
beer bit swallow-fulls: jam
branched full the words
are like candy – long practiced
in indomnable sleep but
birds are the shrill light
pricking corners
against my better cheek:
birds hum on the relay of wings

In The Dirt / Sun Beats Two-Time

On the dirt floor the child toyed with a scorpion - while
The sun hung round and feverish yellow

The scorpion - complained in passive lashing as
the body scooted further into shadow

Here: the dust rises without form but settles
on the bridge of the nose, threatening soft eye-white

a coarse woven blanket keeps time with tepid wind
in the distance, sand

The mountains seem cold like night on top of river
- they promise the health of sandless blowing wind

And here the drunken fishermen pass by in the streets
their nets hung empty, like cracked open lips

And drooping eyes, they take in the scorpion
And head home with wine-stained lips:

the boy redraws his home -

"keep those eyes with a glint, young joshua"

Wipe - that smiling - off Your face -
I'm - more - to blame - than You -
Yes - your - Body is hungry-svelte -
But I - supply the - Gaze -

We walked like strangers

We walked like strangers
 The straight concentration    and she found my skin
holding something under breath


was love she said
was love she said

    walked heavily
            like paste

Tucked into pavement
rough bliss your
vanity heeds nerve
to stay closed
as react meets reaction
At the Break of Spring
the flowers stir in
expectant earth the brown
does not become your moistening
thighs such fingers wrought
journeys thorning my life under lock
with simple words
and unpaced eyes
March gives weight,

The World is a Vampire

I'm listening to Smashing Pumpkins. They are so totally awesome. If you don't like Smashing Pumpkins you are so totally stupid. You are so totally stupid, you're retarded.

I used to not like Smashing Pumpkins and I was so totally stupid. The are so totally awesome.

My favorite track tonight is track 4 on "Greatest Hits" album, "Cherub Rock." It is so totally sweet.

But I think you're totally stupid if you only buy the "Best of" album of a band you say you like. You're such a poser. You totally suck.

Smashing Pumpkins are so sweet.

everyone
says

they'd rock the boat


everyone
says

they'd shake things up


used to talking

to the ghosts in their heads

vanity links

My friend alai is a much better writer than you are in either your dreams or in your mom's teary, pandering eyes after you've sent her the link to your generic, driveling PoliticalBlog, cow-fucker.

I love skaoot, and so should you.

Her knees wield secrets
inside the blue jean
flesh
to trick them into
spoon tapping
would send dizzy
the observant fingers
into their pocket restrain
to finger what
of making our lives
with the
least of movement
and the dullest of
gesture

Hay Fever, Palm Trees, Volleyball Net, Unfocused Hills, Theoretical Bay, what the Fuck else Do I SEE Out MY WINDOW

Stuffed with Blue
Thumbs the Grass
Pollen grits it Raw
Nails on Head -
And jars wrenched top-up
Counting away
The Sun

Toying With A Nervous Breakdown

Or: what would happen if I shoved a sugar-coated
ibuprofen Pellet down my
Nervous jittering penile shaft, again


CARROT STICK - NERVE ENDINGS

wash-cloth quality skin

TONGUE - PRESSINGS

against my rough front teeth

EYES A LITTLE - BEHIND



It's okay, it's just a little piece of synapse that wires you
to and fro, behind the eye clockwise, back
nothing you'll miss in what could
became of all this DarkDarkDark