Monday, December 31, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
mom dad and god
in 20 years
they told me the dentist is bad
keep your
teeth clean but never wash your baby
one of us
sees all the leaves from the driver’s seat
the other
was feeling this place is another world
this world
is another life this life is a dream
dreams must
be truly must are real
floating in
the lap
like always
½
always 50
after
dinner my hands to my eyes
still smell
like the blue gloves
the hi genesis
was pregnant
she went
and sat in the lunch room
the lights
were off in there
she put her
hand on her stomach and
breathed deeply
in the
dream its all light
like a tincture
like a papier-mâché head on the pillow
Hi, Genesis
hi
the
different wings of the mansion
it was all
dark and turning lights on
spotlights
red patterns on pink walls
reflections
in gold glass
sharp heart
and dagger
everything
is cringe and enamel
tongue
biting warm angel
does
whatever she wants
why did i
not do my homework
,,,,…why
did i not do my homework
the warmth
authorities of new york
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
mineral spirits
in the back closet all the eggs hatched
desert rodents mice rats chickens rams all white
baby ram with extra sharp fresh horns
held me in a facelock from behind
squeezing all the babies to my ribs
trying to keep them contained
so many animals in there lately
i've swarmed me
imagining cells go freak evil
dividing
the sick you get for anxiety
and for wanting it
but all thats mandelbrotten
congeals into murk
and rises to the surface
to be scraped away
smooth and silky magic
i'm ready to make you
the sick you get for anxiety
and for wanting it
but all thats mandelbrotten
congeals into murk
and rises to the surface
to be scraped away
smooth and silky magic
i'm ready to make you
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
MAPLE SHADE
lately, the princess
is the one having troubles
with resignation
floating in the generation
the knight's eyes are the new kind of small chameleon
so new and life-is-good-green
to match his shirt
a summer turf, a Princess, (no pea)
the floating generation:
I used to sell Arnold Palmers
in The Park
I thought about them (too much),
the ratio
bending my chin down towards the plastic cup
on my apron in my palms
waist, hi
ice levels of desires
eyes bending down to yellow
liquid filling/pouring/over
a liquid dilemma of sorts
feeling the heat of pizza eyes on my face
brain bending
me melting
all the music in the park blends
with routine and life-is-good-green
dead grass
all the dilemmas became liquid ones
liquid lines of men moving eyeballs
half and half
emergency simple syrup
old oil with bits/water bottles
water fountains*
puddles for the rats
the rats claimed the chocolate-turtle-turf
life was outside in
melting
in all the rain storms
bending
our medical-baby plastic blanketweak and holy
routine/water/dilemma
we found a rat skeleton
pizza brain hung on to it
hung it on a wall inside-
eyeballs-out
oven melts on
our own patron watch
our own dough and time
mocking, bending
to get to go home (flies)
mocking, melting
life-is-good-green
exactly maple-less
like a skeleton in summer
a boiling point fried
an ending stage right
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