There is only one way to bring it down.
There is only one way to drop it like a deer.
A deer slug.
Crawling through the ceiling.
All along the walls.
To the left of the window.
The corners of the halls.
One deer slug. Drop it like a stag and cry and laugh
when the antlers hit the floor like a spilled bag of beads.
Bag it and tag it and off to the factory it goes to make clothes and glue.
Affix the seams of reality.
A bull forcing its way
through the seams of sight.
Charging. Deer slugs! Charging. Not this time.
Please, not today. Please!
Horns down, hands up. Gone.
original works of parts
The Man Comes Around
Someone once told me I was going to end up just like my father. Wicked old man hands. Tell me a story using your hands only. We're not palm readers. A taste for it. Goes it goes it go. Go home, you lot. Of thoughts come back when I consider the liquor cabinet and think better. Times are coming. Around the bend is a good way to travel as long as you've got high speed and good rails. Are nice when there's a mirror around and a face to look at. Five A.M. many things happen and I am living vicariously.
You can see pretty well with your glasses on. Top of angels enraged on top of each shoulder it is easy to bare teeth. Are useless when there is no meat. My neighbor, I swear he's a pretty alright guy as long as I do not have to see him from the neck down. Range the children play and do small dances because they know you will never be able to hit them. And those. Are not the targets you are looking for. New ways in. The battlefield of weak days we travel time and space. Is not a right, its a privilege. And perspective is a waste.
Me. Go ahead I dare you. To scratch out some kind of bull honky toot toot. Goes the river boat and I really cannot fight. The music continues like sour jackpots. Should not only be available in Atlantic City. Life will wreck the hell out of you faster than a rat can chew its way out of a cardboard box. With a little bit of tape and a bow. With one more arrow. Can run very fast and I still see him on occasion. To grab an instrument is rare. Outcomes from gumball machines. Are not to be trusted. Ways to navigate a ghost are
To not blink. Once and your dead. People cannot speak. Out. Just once. Upon a time there was a king. His name was doctor strong. He lived in a big leather castle. His familiar was a bird that sat on his shoulder. The world if you feel up to it, Atlas. Was kind of a sucker. Punch to the chest. Of jewels and good souls all tucked away beside bullion collected by some kind of pirate. Everything you have a passion for. Getting everything you could possibly want funds terrorism. Is not an answer. For the mistakes you've made before the mountain speaks tectonic. Is not to be confused with tech.
Knowledgey bastards are not to be entertained, ever. Howl at the moon in the pale blue light of day. Brings a few misgivings. Cannot be trapped very well. Nessy was a good paleosaur, but I am not from there and I hear they are kinda really sorta ultra racist versus black folk so I won't try my hand. To God, on my mother's grave, I promise. Me you'll never leave. If you have to. Swim all of the way back from the horizon. I'll race you.
You can see pretty well with your glasses on. Top of angels enraged on top of each shoulder it is easy to bare teeth. Are useless when there is no meat. My neighbor, I swear he's a pretty alright guy as long as I do not have to see him from the neck down. Range the children play and do small dances because they know you will never be able to hit them. And those. Are not the targets you are looking for. New ways in. The battlefield of weak days we travel time and space. Is not a right, its a privilege. And perspective is a waste.
Me. Go ahead I dare you. To scratch out some kind of bull honky toot toot. Goes the river boat and I really cannot fight. The music continues like sour jackpots. Should not only be available in Atlantic City. Life will wreck the hell out of you faster than a rat can chew its way out of a cardboard box. With a little bit of tape and a bow. With one more arrow. Can run very fast and I still see him on occasion. To grab an instrument is rare. Outcomes from gumball machines. Are not to be trusted. Ways to navigate a ghost are
To not blink. Once and your dead. People cannot speak. Out. Just once. Upon a time there was a king. His name was doctor strong. He lived in a big leather castle. His familiar was a bird that sat on his shoulder. The world if you feel up to it, Atlas. Was kind of a sucker. Punch to the chest. Of jewels and good souls all tucked away beside bullion collected by some kind of pirate. Everything you have a passion for. Getting everything you could possibly want funds terrorism. Is not an answer. For the mistakes you've made before the mountain speaks tectonic. Is not to be confused with tech.
Knowledgey bastards are not to be entertained, ever. Howl at the moon in the pale blue light of day. Brings a few misgivings. Cannot be trapped very well. Nessy was a good paleosaur, but I am not from there and I hear they are kinda really sorta ultra racist versus black folk so I won't try my hand. To God, on my mother's grave, I promise. Me you'll never leave. If you have to. Swim all of the way back from the horizon. I'll race you.
You Dunnoeme
You don't know me. You dunno me yet.
Troof, you dunno me yet.
You don't know greed. Or sport.
You dunno me yet.
You will though. Getting to it.
It, capital eye tee.
A fun run around n'at and I cannot
help joining the chase.
Furious and unsure.
Furious still.
I do not believe in any thing.
I do believe in aliens.
You do not know me yet.
Troof, you dunno me yet.
You don't know greed. Or sport.
You dunno me yet.
You will though. Getting to it.
It, capital eye tee.
A fun run around n'at and I cannot
help joining the chase.
Furious and unsure.
Furious still.
I do not believe in any thing.
I do believe in aliens.
You do not know me yet.
Wind Blown
Is it as far for me as it is for you?
Reading something, some book,
important and watching you read
for twenty something minutes,
an hour, half of one day. The drums
beating behind my ears and loving
watching you read while the wind
blew your hair into all sorts
of shapes and watching the while.
Unsure of next moves, the wind
doing what it does, your smile
the same and waiting for you
to look up from those pages and
see the beautiful dragon
you became. You didn't.
Neither did I, my wings folded.
This is my town, my city, my block.
Not blacked not negative spaced white.
I can see you, hair still blowing
before your face and forgotten
the distance between our pace.
Reading something, some book,
important and watching you read
for twenty something minutes,
an hour, half of one day. The drums
beating behind my ears and loving
watching you read while the wind
blew your hair into all sorts
of shapes and watching the while.
Unsure of next moves, the wind
doing what it does, your smile
the same and waiting for you
to look up from those pages and
see the beautiful dragon
you became. You didn't.
Neither did I, my wings folded.
This is my town, my city, my block.
Not blacked not negative spaced white.
I can see you, hair still blowing
before your face and forgotten
the distance between our pace.
The Bridge in Torrenby
"Have you ever been to Deeprath?"
"No. I haven't."
Cock back. Night on the cobblestones.
It looks good out today.
Rained yesterday.
They walk
good.
Out of earshot I cannot read lips
before guns come play and barrels zero.
We came here to talk! We came here
to see how it ends. Not today.
Hell no, not today.
I will see you both in Deeprath.
It is a helluva long walk. I'm going to go
ahead and take the private jet and commandeer
a jeep or something to get out to the southwest flats.
You get there how you'll get there.
I'll be there with a camera phone. In the meantime...
Moonlight mingles with streetlight
on the inch high waves of mercy water,
merc water,
underneath the bridge at Torrenby.
Cobblestones bubbled thoughts
cannons leveled to each and once upon a time
there was a king.
They called him Doctor Strong.
The leather castle unravels and
the resistance of the spring
behind the trigger is an orgasm in the wings.
I hate staring at you through his eyes,
at the ready. What are you waiting for?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
I will meet you at Deeprath.
We will settle this. For better and-
-"bringing you the sounds of the eighties and beyond, this is DJ Batcrypt bringing you the morning coffee and a little bit of who's. Stay tuned, up next we've got NFL and who chucked up more shots than ever before. How will they do on assault and battery? Stay tuned, messages after this."
"No. I haven't."
Cock back. Night on the cobblestones.
It looks good out today.
Rained yesterday.
They walk
good.
Out of earshot I cannot read lips
before guns come play and barrels zero.
We came here to talk! We came here
to see how it ends. Not today.
Hell no, not today.
I will see you both in Deeprath.
It is a helluva long walk. I'm going to go
ahead and take the private jet and commandeer
a jeep or something to get out to the southwest flats.
You get there how you'll get there.
I'll be there with a camera phone. In the meantime...
Moonlight mingles with streetlight
on the inch high waves of mercy water,
merc water,
underneath the bridge at Torrenby.
Cobblestones bubbled thoughts
cannons leveled to each and once upon a time
there was a king.
They called him Doctor Strong.
The leather castle unravels and
the resistance of the spring
behind the trigger is an orgasm in the wings.
I hate staring at you through his eyes,
at the ready. What are you waiting for?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
I will meet you at Deeprath.
We will settle this. For better and-
-"bringing you the sounds of the eighties and beyond, this is DJ Batcrypt bringing you the morning coffee and a little bit of who's. Stay tuned, up next we've got NFL and who chucked up more shots than ever before. How will they do on assault and battery? Stay tuned, messages after this."
Fumf!
I remember the tree and on that limb
how comfortable it was to sleep in
1999
with the sun beating down
to the tree top and the tree top turning blow
into a trickle of warm leave greened droplets
all over my clothes and skin.
Even the ants took cat naps
between scaling my brow
wriggling between my toes
and going wherever it was they were supposed to go
with their little triangles and trapezoids of leaf.
Still struck, along the sidewalk walks, these days,
looking at the rise of hills
on each side of the river,
by the sand man. Can I cross my legs
and sit down for a while?
Better yet, if you don't mind,
the tree inside your front yard is truly a thing of beauty
and I left my hammock at home.
Wake me at sundown.
I think, today, I am not going to win the pillow fight.
how comfortable it was to sleep in
1999
with the sun beating down
to the tree top and the tree top turning blow
into a trickle of warm leave greened droplets
all over my clothes and skin.
Even the ants took cat naps
between scaling my brow
wriggling between my toes
and going wherever it was they were supposed to go
with their little triangles and trapezoids of leaf.
Still struck, along the sidewalk walks, these days,
looking at the rise of hills
on each side of the river,
by the sand man. Can I cross my legs
and sit down for a while?
Better yet, if you don't mind,
the tree inside your front yard is truly a thing of beauty
and I left my hammock at home.
Wake me at sundown.
I think, today, I am not going to win the pillow fight.
You Are Not a Child
"How else will I know you?"
You can call me
pint sized sugar cube eyed.
You can call me
apple cheeks and dimple pinch.
You can call me
dingo and Disney squelch.
You can call me
the cross dimensional fortress and keep.
You can call me
junior on my good days.
You can call me
bitch cunt shackle key on my bad days.
You can call me
a lot of things,
do not ever call me heir.
You can call me
pint sized sugar cube eyed.
You can call me
apple cheeks and dimple pinch.
You can call me
dingo and Disney squelch.
You can call me
the cross dimensional fortress and keep.
You can call me
junior on my good days.
You can call me
bitch cunt shackle key on my bad days.
You can call me
a lot of things,
do not ever call me heir.
Scissor
Every single one has a story to tell
after The White Stripes
There is something to be said
for the reflections of light though a window,
boun ing off of the w ndshields of ars.
Only to be co.lected inside your eyes.
A basket of coffee table sweets, no?
Bass asking more of the speakers
than they can speak? Laugh with me!
A standing army of seven nations.
Have you never felt fury?
Deep inside your bones: fury.
Pure and gorgeous and engorged?
Capsule corporation that shit.
Bowling ball sized shit. Encap' it.
Seven nations? Seven ways to waste it.
Put your fury into daffodils.
Fuck you? @#$% me. Put that shit toward half the pills.
I'm just a full blown wizard trying to
make it with half the skills.
Sometimes with seven nations I try to mount the hill,
but when you're laughing with half the skill
I swallow the half pill still on the table
chopped up and promising me stable.
Not riding out like noir or detective hat label.
Keeping in mind the hand that rocked
my mother and the hand that rocked my father and
the hand that still rocks my broken glassed lined cradle.
I say I'm Cain, keep convincing yourself you're Able.
after The White Stripes
There is something to be said
for the reflections of light though a window,
boun ing off of the w ndshields of ars.
Only to be co.lected inside your eyes.
A basket of coffee table sweets, no?
Bass asking more of the speakers
than they can speak? Laugh with me!
A standing army of seven nations.
Have you never felt fury?
Deep inside your bones: fury.
Pure and gorgeous and engorged?
Capsule corporation that shit.
Bowling ball sized shit. Encap' it.
Seven nations? Seven ways to waste it.
Put your fury into daffodils.
Fuck you? @#$% me. Put that shit toward half the pills.
I'm just a full blown wizard trying to
make it with half the skills.
Sometimes with seven nations I try to mount the hill,
but when you're laughing with half the skill
I swallow the half pill still on the table
chopped up and promising me stable.
Not riding out like noir or detective hat label.
Keeping in mind the hand that rocked
my mother and the hand that rocked my father and
the hand that still rocks my broken glassed lined cradle.
I say I'm Cain, keep convincing yourself you're Able.
Running With Scissors
Which concussion is the one you do not wake up from?
Which broken nose goes to starlight and then black?
A litany of poor decisions and poor decisions.
Would you know if you were
sitting on top of a stockpile of golden medallions
if they punched you where your jaw bone meets your earhole?
Satisfaction in blowing bright red into toilet paper
is short.
No cannonballs. No running. No diving.
What if
I told you it was opposite dad?
Would you play with me then?
The last concussion you ever felt.
The last time you could ever break your nose by accident or by hook or by crook or by goodwill or by destiny or by fury or by tinkering or by simplicity, stupid?
Which one is the last one? Would you play with me then?
Which broken nose goes to starlight and then black?
A litany of poor decisions and poor decisions.
Would you know if you were
sitting on top of a stockpile of golden medallions
if they punched you where your jaw bone meets your earhole?
Satisfaction in blowing bright red into toilet paper
is short.
No cannonballs. No running. No diving.
What if
I told you it was opposite dad?
Would you play with me then?
The last concussion you ever felt.
The last time you could ever break your nose by accident or by hook or by crook or by goodwill or by destiny or by fury or by tinkering or by simplicity, stupid?
Which one is the last one? Would you play with me then?
Pittsburgh Black and Whites 15
How cold your feet. Mine too.
The rest of me sweating, between
too much cover and skin,
lightly, breathing in and breathing out regularly
to lull you to sleep the best way a little spoon knows.
The underside of my paws
touch the topside of yours.
All hell breaks loose
for long seconds
'til your hand wraps around my jaw bone,
closing my mouth and you
shhh shhh shhh. sush! shhhhhhh.
"It didn't hurt." Okay?
Feeling hit
and run. Run run running and trying
not to cry or scream.
Morning. Brick top right around the corner.
Autumn leaves shuffling skit skit in the wind.
Laughing at the weeds growing up inside
the cracks in the cement where
cigarette butts go and glad it wasn't another
end to another bender, but
to have a moment back I'd take that one and be black
incorporated pushing products over shoulders and
sideways glances around elephant sized boulders,
colder interpretations are always available, but
sometimes in dark nights putting up a firelight
of a matchstick against the green black of the woods
I remember what I felt when I am close to you
and I don't want to think about what getting that back
means I have to do. I can never feel that again and
I know there's still time to spend and bringing it all back in
the bubble collapses
memory lapses
and history itself is fucking raptured and
I will never be what is strong as crazy glue ,
but I can see in black & white.
Do you?
The rest of me sweating, between
too much cover and skin,
lightly, breathing in and breathing out regularly
to lull you to sleep the best way a little spoon knows.
The underside of my paws
touch the topside of yours.
All hell breaks loose
for long seconds
'til your hand wraps around my jaw bone,
closing my mouth and you
shhh shhh shhh. sush! shhhhhhh.
"It didn't hurt." Okay?
Feeling hit
and run. Run run running and trying
not to cry or scream.
Morning. Brick top right around the corner.
Autumn leaves shuffling skit skit in the wind.
Laughing at the weeds growing up inside
the cracks in the cement where
cigarette butts go and glad it wasn't another
end to another bender, but
to have a moment back I'd take that one and be black
incorporated pushing products over shoulders and
sideways glances around elephant sized boulders,
colder interpretations are always available, but
sometimes in dark nights putting up a firelight
of a matchstick against the green black of the woods
I remember what I felt when I am close to you
and I don't want to think about what getting that back
means I have to do. I can never feel that again and
I know there's still time to spend and bringing it all back in
the bubble collapses
memory lapses
and history itself is fucking raptured and
I will never be what is strong as crazy glue ,
but I can see in black & white.
Do you?
A Picnic
The gardens! The gardens!
The hanging gardens you could've seen
had we met hours sooner upon the year.
When I walked inside
after climbing an arm sunk to the wrist
in this hillside where we landed first,
where I lost my memory,
and turned him into a summer house.
It got cold and I wanted to use
the fireplace
to keep a little warm, there was a lot of wood around.
The gist was brilliant. The details not.
The fireplace took. She woke up again.
I am here now. Well, we would not be talking otherwise.
Call it obvious.
I call it misfortune. The flower boxes fell
and cracked to pieces on the hill's side.
You should have seen the dandelions and clover and mint
in eye watering day lit ice cream cloud reflected light
before she shook them loose
like plates felled atop a pool of grass green grease on fire.
Clinking tea cups over cakes
watching your eyes
trace her shadow
to where it meets plate metal and mineral sinews
locked up and woven toward behemoth and
pigeons circle, laughing making nests and
plans for September,
I smile back at you.
We keep coming here.
You can see it too.
I remember how I got here.
"What do you want to do today?"
The hanging gardens you could've seen
had we met hours sooner upon the year.
When I walked inside
after climbing an arm sunk to the wrist
in this hillside where we landed first,
where I lost my memory,
and turned him into a summer house.
It got cold and I wanted to use
the fireplace
to keep a little warm, there was a lot of wood around.
The gist was brilliant. The details not.
The fireplace took. She woke up again.
I am here now. Well, we would not be talking otherwise.
Call it obvious.
I call it misfortune. The flower boxes fell
and cracked to pieces on the hill's side.
You should have seen the dandelions and clover and mint
in eye watering day lit ice cream cloud reflected light
before she shook them loose
like plates felled atop a pool of grass green grease on fire.
Clinking tea cups over cakes
watching your eyes
trace her shadow
to where it meets plate metal and mineral sinews
locked up and woven toward behemoth and
pigeons circle, laughing making nests and
plans for September,
I smile back at you.
We keep coming here.
You can see it too.
I remember how I got here.
"What do you want to do today?"
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