Saturday, August 25, 2012

also from the desert



they found godkins in a crib in a motel room
he had been eating his own feces
you know it had stunted his growth
he was adopted by an admiral
so he had all this opportunity you know
he could become whatever he chose
so he asked to be made into a jockey
someone who rides horses
and he was a good one
because he was so small


Friday, August 24, 2012

craft











BECOMING BORED ABOUT
BECOMING THE PEST



JUST WANTED TO SHOW YOU
THE RED MOON ON THE PIER



















Sunday, August 19, 2012

just it all it's about justice




*NO1 will ever luv or hate me as much as me




on my days off I sit around working the hardest
sweating
panting to get picked up
picking up a fan
like a beautiful brunette on crutches 
who gets invited to all the parties
soft and strong


on my days off I look at my legs with the polka dots
going backwards into summer
nearly into spring

my stomach gets sour with these knots right now
soft  like right now and strong
like going backwards


on my days off I sit around working wondering what is perfect
and what will be perfect next

I always know walking too
when the knots will turn spritey

next

why I always know when too

let the fan let the scarf do it's thing
tickle my face at sleep 
for I can't do it anyway




WHEN THE MASS OF HUMANS GROWS YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU KNOW

BUT NO1 LUVS OR HATES ME LIKE ME BUT 

I LOVE THE MASSES








I LOVE THE MASSES





if only I knew
what a little bit of makeup could do

















there are multiple boys with similar shadows
white and yellow in the daytime 
two blue eyes closed 
I remember what I am doing with
my whole self and there is nothing lost to
the nighttime


thinking the makeup ladies are thinking
of the wonders they could work with me



white and yellow man hands i am undeserving I am a stomach
such of the luv and the hate
for my size for no woman I shrink
and forget what is right to do with my own
hands or my own mouth and forget
that i never knew and that knowing is such nothing

thinking about the makeup ladies thinking about 
the long and shaved thighs getting stroked with real boobs
in real bras and the waterfall pony tails and i forget
who i am because I've been hating the shrinking

and luvin  g the drink
ing*









Sunday, August 12, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012

peñasco county


acidity of the airplanes
where was i?
where have i been?

absorbed by properties of matter
versus material property
how i hear things explained
how someone may live in a place
and know things about it
but walking through its clear
the warehouses do as they please
and no one tells the trash and grit
to be just there like so

sorrow of older
sorrow of no sorrow
sorrow of no secrets

when we arrived
there was the adobe house
as i remembered
moondust all around it
the floor tiles were flat and malleable
like the welcoming reception
would fall over with a knudge/
would not crack with a hammer

like the Peking Meat Co.
A.I.R. on Second Floor
WANTED: MARROW SINGER
and the mound of hot everything
with lux nova coming through a hole
in the corrugated steel roof -
they will not embrace you

she is icy to touch
but warm blooded sun
earth and true as ever
to look at