I can see. I can see. Can you?
The destroying angel, cumming. Cumming.
Cumming. Landing. Do you know the breadth?
How far the wings reach when wind licks the tails
of their edges? I want to show you. I want!
Duck under and get. Frosty. Believe.
At their edges, a tongue lick.
What are you afraid of? Nose to stone.
Sweat beaded nose to smooth stone.
Lips parted. Buds and minuscule hills of tongue
along the crest of your pink hilltop. Dew
& humidity breathed along the grass.
Cotton bison near your
Tracing plate armor. Around the compound
mice dance and play.
The angel winds. Shift to kiss.
A proper remembrance. Right and good.
Do you
compound fractures
never had it this good
where you shit
mathematical modeling engines for
kissing your toes
to speak to satellites
computer aided design for what
no one knows.
You are not permitted to leave.
original works of parts
Smoker 47
I still remember
talking to you and sly.
Attempting to light
myself on fire.
One dread going up
like cartoon dynamite.
While you talked
about flying lessons.
Erica. So far. So privileged.
Lighting yours
On the tip of my dread
before telling me
I was on fire.
talking to you and sly.
Attempting to light
myself on fire.
One dread going up
like cartoon dynamite.
While you talked
about flying lessons.
Erica. So far. So privileged.
Lighting yours
On the tip of my dread
before telling me
I was on fire.
Hydrostatic Pressure
The word for
continuous
wicked moisture
through cinder
blocked.
The gloves
soaked in mineral spirits
have not dried.
Asphalt rubberized past
sticks to them.
Jeans too.
Told a self to keep it clean.
Tee shirt is already grease blacked.
The kind of mud that does not wash.
Does not wink and sigh
inside a dryer.
Cannot be music-ed away or
pixie dusted.
Fire the shopping bag
fuming mad
along route 8.
Shuttle the plastic beneath the seat,
beside the hatchet,
kissing distance from
a road yacht,
rust ready to jump fenders
arc spark stylie.
Hate trickles in,
200 pounds per square inch
along the foundation side
like a cat claw multiplying force
tip to bone.
One molecule
traveling at
with his mates
traveling the same
muzzle velocity.
Remember falling asleep
in Physics for Humanities and
less stress?
Water does not either.
The stink of lingering asphalt
coats everything tried on
to begin the day. Teeth brushed
brings black along the silk road.
Know the only way.
Make skin match,
stink the same.
continuous
wicked moisture
through cinder
blocked.
The gloves
soaked in mineral spirits
have not dried.
Asphalt rubberized past
sticks to them.
Jeans too.
Told a self to keep it clean.
Tee shirt is already grease blacked.
The kind of mud that does not wash.
Does not wink and sigh
inside a dryer.
Cannot be music-ed away or
pixie dusted.
Fire the shopping bag
fuming mad
along route 8.
Shuttle the plastic beneath the seat,
beside the hatchet,
kissing distance from
a road yacht,
rust ready to jump fenders
arc spark stylie.
Hate trickles in,
200 pounds per square inch
along the foundation side
like a cat claw multiplying force
tip to bone.
One molecule
traveling at
with his mates
traveling the same
muzzle velocity.
Remember falling asleep
in Physics for Humanities and
less stress?
Water does not either.
The stink of lingering asphalt
coats everything tried on
to begin the day. Teeth brushed
brings black along the silk road.
Know the only way.
Make skin match,
stink the same.
By Now EP
The Cupcake
A mouse riding a matchstick is a tiny witch
with tiny spells to spin and tiny ingredients to gather
all around the world. Vein of nine month grape.
Leaf shard of tobacco. Coin of copper and
flake of nail. And one morning lash of eye.
Twelve jimmies of rainbow and a palmful of sweet snow.
On cliff-sides and forests, through caves, across mesas.
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to vacuum.
Let's Do Something
"Come hang." "Don't be sure. Come hang,
I am not asking." "That's fine, don't drink too much."
"My friend would like to meet you." "Now is as good
a time to start as any." "They're not judging you."
"You can leave whenever you feel like it." "Of course
you can come back if you need to walk a while."
"Well, we may lock you out if it's late." "Take
little walks." "You should stop by is all that I am saying."
"See if you feel like it, then." "Come hang."
"I will put up a tire swing when I don't have to call
every time." "I don't have a jungle gym, but
you can climb on the furniture if you have to."
"I don't think I have a domino set, do you?"
"We have some clear and some liqueurs.
Bring whatever you want."
"I can't help you with that." "I've been waiting too."
"The next total eclipse is 2067." "I know, right."
"Haley's comet dissolved by now, way out in-" "It
totally could have if it hit something."
"No, it didn't survive its last trip around the sun.
I am pretty sure it blew itself apart. Granted, on its way
out." "Absolutely the plans are pretty open."
"Just me, Alex, Meredith, Jen, Ash, Cox, Whinny, David,
Chibs, Phil Will, and Brii."
"Yeah, I will see you then." "Sounds great."
Doorbell
Phone goes off depthcharge. Phone goes off depthcharge.
Surface! Air! Twelve atmospheres! Air! Surface!
Still waves and wavelets reflect the sun.
Slopes break and peel away, foam and shimmer.
Whorls and weirs and miniature wake
spread tongues of afternoon fire glimmer
yellow, gold, and rose peals of bell and steeple and
glisten armor shingle. Rise.
The front door stands clear.
Out comes the helm first
then shoulders. Then spine and tails whip.
Stumble and stumble the two stairs to front walk.
Hunched groan. A father snaps free.
Another. Another. Faster coming.
Joints breathe. Checked at the awning,
car keys fall from hand.
Cobwebs and caught flies fall from rafters.
Undisturbed dust showers silt. Wings good for swims
or flight, still caged and rustling behind.
As far as I go, no further.
The mouth of our cave.
Turn the mailboxes flag if you would like to leave a note.
I am drunk. I am violent. I am not a citizen.
You are. Can I borrow one of your
depthcharges? Scales flake and fall,
sonorous as steel plate against concrete.
I would like an alarm for tomorrow.
How else will you watch the sun rise,
with a dragon to watch it with you?
I will cut them off when you
sever your own nose. I already have a collection of them.
When you begin a collection of your own, perhaps.
Meter long feathers bend,
snap, and fall away.
Push joints in ways they are not built to move.
Force movement backward
into the voluminous negative space of cave.
Slip the mouth into its latches.
Prime the weapon. Turn the warhead live.
And, I will come for you,
not a minute before.
The Cupcake (Inacinch remix)
I am not a muffin yet!
I have muffined. What's your problem?
I don't have a problem. I am just saying, muffining is hard.
I am a cake in a cup instead of a cup trying to hold in a cake!
Like a muffin do?
Like a muffin do!
Can you imagine what a muffin does while its waiting to be
eaten after it comes out of the oven? What does it say
to its muffin breaderin?
I see what you did there.
You'll muffin out, cake in a cup. Give it time.
The timer is going off in about five minutes. I am pretty sure
there is no way to accelerate biological functions.
Challenge accepted.
I hope you get eaten first.
You will get eaten last. I hope you are prepared
for seeing what cannot be unseen
with no one to talk to about the horrors that will
tear your paper cup soul
to pieces.
Doorbell (Junkieaccel Remix)
What! What!?
I cannot get enough up off the floor
say force see force and call it a draw
on four on three on two see me, I
chase down
a bird shot
like a dog cross
a bog
and bring it back to-
the taste of blood is amazing.
Fabulous. Delectable. Shiver.
Wonderful. Familiar. Lovely. Addict. Blossom. One
of a kind.
More. More! Sample. Please. Pretty please.
I cannot go out tonight.
If you must-
A tooth so large it's mistaken
for bones of a 'saur laid naked.
I can't go out
because I will pout
while being myself
and mistaken.
A mouse riding a matchstick is a tiny witch
with tiny spells to spin and tiny ingredients to gather
all around the world. Vein of nine month grape.
Leaf shard of tobacco. Coin of copper and
flake of nail. And one morning lash of eye.
Twelve jimmies of rainbow and a palmful of sweet snow.
On cliff-sides and forests, through caves, across mesas.
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to vacuum.
Let's Do Something
"Come hang." "Don't be sure. Come hang,
I am not asking." "That's fine, don't drink too much."
"My friend would like to meet you." "Now is as good
a time to start as any." "They're not judging you."
"You can leave whenever you feel like it." "Of course
you can come back if you need to walk a while."
"Well, we may lock you out if it's late." "Take
little walks." "You should stop by is all that I am saying."
"See if you feel like it, then." "Come hang."
"I will put up a tire swing when I don't have to call
every time." "I don't have a jungle gym, but
you can climb on the furniture if you have to."
"I don't think I have a domino set, do you?"
"We have some clear and some liqueurs.
Bring whatever you want."
"I can't help you with that." "I've been waiting too."
"The next total eclipse is 2067." "I know, right."
"Haley's comet dissolved by now, way out in-" "It
totally could have if it hit something."
"No, it didn't survive its last trip around the sun.
I am pretty sure it blew itself apart. Granted, on its way
out." "Absolutely the plans are pretty open."
"Just me, Alex, Meredith, Jen, Ash, Cox, Whinny, David,
Chibs, Phil Will, and Brii."
"Yeah, I will see you then." "Sounds great."
Doorbell
Phone goes off depthcharge. Phone goes off depthcharge.
Surface! Air! Twelve atmospheres! Air! Surface!
Still waves and wavelets reflect the sun.
Slopes break and peel away, foam and shimmer.
Whorls and weirs and miniature wake
spread tongues of afternoon fire glimmer
yellow, gold, and rose peals of bell and steeple and
glisten armor shingle. Rise.
The front door stands clear.
Out comes the helm first
then shoulders. Then spine and tails whip.
Stumble and stumble the two stairs to front walk.
Hunched groan. A father snaps free.
Another. Another. Faster coming.
Joints breathe. Checked at the awning,
car keys fall from hand.
Cobwebs and caught flies fall from rafters.
Undisturbed dust showers silt. Wings good for swims
or flight, still caged and rustling behind.
As far as I go, no further.
The mouth of our cave.
Turn the mailboxes flag if you would like to leave a note.
I am drunk. I am violent. I am not a citizen.
You are. Can I borrow one of your
depthcharges? Scales flake and fall,
sonorous as steel plate against concrete.
I would like an alarm for tomorrow.
How else will you watch the sun rise,
with a dragon to watch it with you?
I will cut them off when you
sever your own nose. I already have a collection of them.
When you begin a collection of your own, perhaps.
Meter long feathers bend,
snap, and fall away.
Push joints in ways they are not built to move.
Force movement backward
into the voluminous negative space of cave.
Slip the mouth into its latches.
Prime the weapon. Turn the warhead live.
And, I will come for you,
not a minute before.
The Cupcake (Inacinch remix)
I am not a muffin yet!
I have muffined. What's your problem?
I don't have a problem. I am just saying, muffining is hard.
I am a cake in a cup instead of a cup trying to hold in a cake!
Like a muffin do?
Like a muffin do!
Can you imagine what a muffin does while its waiting to be
eaten after it comes out of the oven? What does it say
to its muffin breaderin?
I see what you did there.
You'll muffin out, cake in a cup. Give it time.
The timer is going off in about five minutes. I am pretty sure
there is no way to accelerate biological functions.
Challenge accepted.
I hope you get eaten first.
You will get eaten last. I hope you are prepared
for seeing what cannot be unseen
with no one to talk to about the horrors that will
tear your paper cup soul
to pieces.
Doorbell (Junkieaccel Remix)
What! What!?
I cannot get enough up off the floor
say force see force and call it a draw
on four on three on two see me, I
chase down
a bird shot
like a dog cross
a bog
and bring it back to-
the taste of blood is amazing.
Fabulous. Delectable. Shiver.
Wonderful. Familiar. Lovely. Addict. Blossom. One
of a kind.
More. More! Sample. Please. Pretty please.
I cannot go out tonight.
If you must-
A tooth so large it's mistaken
for bones of a 'saur laid naked.
I can't go out
because I will pout
while being myself
and mistaken.
Mystery
There was a cat in the fire yesterday.
Eyes like red nails and a mouth like embers
inside of a bucket, smoking too.
All of its rust fell off in a heap, flames blue.
It stretched and it yawned and it burped up
purple tipped flames through the insides
of an invisible flue.
Night air and night winds down
can you be a town that only ever sells shoes.
Your little toes. By the fire.
Dissolved and de-volved and backed up when I'm 'round you.
Or me. You and me. You and eye.
The eyes of the cat look a lot like a bat
grown too large to hang from a ceiling.
The fire flies died the first time that the temperature fell
and the lights that are rising play a game of
satellite William Tell.
On the left, in shrubbery, a dog dives
to clip a grasshopper's wing.
Good boy.
Eyes like red nails and a mouth like embers
inside of a bucket, smoking too.
All of its rust fell off in a heap, flames blue.
It stretched and it yawned and it burped up
purple tipped flames through the insides
of an invisible flue.
Night air and night winds down
can you be a town that only ever sells shoes.
Your little toes. By the fire.
Dissolved and de-volved and backed up when I'm 'round you.
Or me. You and me. You and eye.
The eyes of the cat look a lot like a bat
grown too large to hang from a ceiling.
The fire flies died the first time that the temperature fell
and the lights that are rising play a game of
satellite William Tell.
On the left, in shrubbery, a dog dives
to clip a grasshopper's wing.
Good boy.
Wherein Words Cease
Here. This. Now. Always.
Forward. No.
Please. No.
Rake the skin. Peel. Sever. More!
Drink all. Tear. Rip. Cross section.
Spill and catalog and drink.
Sip the path. The curl and trail.
The tip and pool. The scatter. Lick.
Know. The origin and sea.
Turn back. Look away.
Sample and core. Press and preserve.
I have not the stomach.
Sit still. On the cool museum floor,
forehead burning, palms rough.
Sit still. See the glass.
In skin. Chains upon chains of information.
Locked and waiting.
Clean. Uniform. Homogeneous. Undistrubed.
Please stay. Please stay.
Forward. No.
Please. No.
Rake the skin. Peel. Sever. More!
Drink all. Tear. Rip. Cross section.
Spill and catalog and drink.
Sip the path. The curl and trail.
The tip and pool. The scatter. Lick.
Know. The origin and sea.
Turn back. Look away.
Sample and core. Press and preserve.
I have not the stomach.
Sit still. On the cool museum floor,
forehead burning, palms rough.
Sit still. See the glass.
In skin. Chains upon chains of information.
Locked and waiting.
Clean. Uniform. Homogeneous. Undistrubed.
Please stay. Please stay.
Sun Ray
Turn the blast shields. The blinds. It is supposed to be cold tonight. I have been told. The clouds are stopping by before. We will make them crackers and jam. I am out of tea. Check the boxes. The old boxes. There are bones in them. We are always out of tea. We will make them crackers and jam. And butter in a small dish.
One day the sun will be so bright anything it touches will be vaporized, you know. You have slept poorly when you wonder. Of the sound that world will make each morning. Until everyone out of doors within hearing is dead. Because you slept funny. Noises squeeze through the front of the bones and bits of your face when you press a fingertip to the corner of your nose. Where it meets your eye and a droplet dries.
They are coming to visit later. Sunglasses make eyes lazy. Rain is not stopping by and it is good to be sure to leave the orange juice upstairs. Do not forget to pick up tea. The blankets feel the way you said your skin did back then. None of my business now. Waving ripples in their pool. Get up and towel off and put on clothing.
In the kitchen. The sun is blinding. The window and shields must remain open. For the animals. The moon will not know if I am home if it cannot see me when I sit inside the rug in front of the kitchen sink and make ripples in its pool inside the dark. I do not have toy boxes anymore. Project boxes. Project boxes. Close the blinds. Open them. The moon. The clouds will be by later for crackers and jam. Lawnmowers have not been mowing. Is always very soothing on the ears. Are the windows to the sinus cavities. You know.
Undress. All of it. Take off your clothes before swimming. Or they will get wet. The clouds will be by later. We cannot wait for crackers and jam. The photos will not turn out well in the shade. Try to get some sleep. Instead of driving down the two lane roads. With the rumble strips dividing conscious and unconscious and vaporization. Coffee is lazy. The sunlight slipping between the slats of the blinds is dazzling.
One day the sun will be so bright anything it touches will be vaporized, you know. You have slept poorly when you wonder. Of the sound that world will make each morning. Until everyone out of doors within hearing is dead. Because you slept funny. Noises squeeze through the front of the bones and bits of your face when you press a fingertip to the corner of your nose. Where it meets your eye and a droplet dries.
They are coming to visit later. Sunglasses make eyes lazy. Rain is not stopping by and it is good to be sure to leave the orange juice upstairs. Do not forget to pick up tea. The blankets feel the way you said your skin did back then. None of my business now. Waving ripples in their pool. Get up and towel off and put on clothing.
In the kitchen. The sun is blinding. The window and shields must remain open. For the animals. The moon will not know if I am home if it cannot see me when I sit inside the rug in front of the kitchen sink and make ripples in its pool inside the dark. I do not have toy boxes anymore. Project boxes. Project boxes. Close the blinds. Open them. The moon. The clouds will be by later for crackers and jam. Lawnmowers have not been mowing. Is always very soothing on the ears. Are the windows to the sinus cavities. You know.
Undress. All of it. Take off your clothes before swimming. Or they will get wet. The clouds will be by later. We cannot wait for crackers and jam. The photos will not turn out well in the shade. Try to get some sleep. Instead of driving down the two lane roads. With the rumble strips dividing conscious and unconscious and vaporization. Coffee is lazy. The sunlight slipping between the slats of the blinds is dazzling.
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