thulium

split fire
hail and shit
stone leave me there
the blanket of it all
as tonight

three demons
came
to land on me…
and I
spoke them out
and then there was sleep for the
little one

beat and fuck
shine or rust no
matter what
the return nor
trust…I don’t put mine in
no bank mine mind

Claudius had my left shoulder and flank
And thulium had my right
Third he sat upon them, squashed
them and his asshole and grundle and
tail lay there wet from trying
but not succeeding once again
on and about my
neck and shoulders

just fine

i am the crumpled-up

flower

lotus : needing

shower

love bath and antiquity

roll the cinnamon 

through ecstasy

living building breathing

branch

with mercy's chime

lays speaking out

greased about the rims

and fine.

everything here is

just fine

for a tuesday, yeah

fine.

the weight of my style

cold and insane

breathing from the outside in

to the breeding 

of the landslide for the clowns

sun specked around the

blush covered pearls

teeth held back by

couches for lips

and severely manicured 

by years of canned food

her hips sing sweet to me

my lonely boy...astounded

drops knees when thinking

of questions to ask

liquor driven inquest 

frat party-like 

incest 

leave scented trails of 

mist

through winter's air

smells of another tryst

failed...

and boiling underwear...

i want to live down there

will arrive on the scene 

in wine-colored hair

     vagrant's stare...

hey there buttercup--get

your damned cat out of

my mother's favorite chair

i want to caress a while...

want to bask; love heat warmth fills

the weight of my style...

exists in your smile

(11.23.00)

salvage the dishes of poets sin bitches

solid gold necktie
peterbuilt landscapes
sounds of grey thunder
in clouds clapping down

toast with no butter
schoolgirl surrender
knees like bent flowers
crippled with mud

reasons lie silent
reasons for dreaming
clues left for clueless
in place of it all

tadpole lies drowning
visions of nectar
but in reality
stagnant water

blue-green algae
color fall
uck fay all yay
strip flop hooray...

come in the ay em
two thirty's okay
feel one more white pill
dissolve and portray

the senseless
while buttercups
breathe in
my day

one black model cerveza brings me back.....

i'm coming to join now
i was led astray
codeine and fed law
envelope bouquet

plum wine and wishes
drunk then fried fishes ;

.....say now the title....

little girl ... volcano

go on way down low

little girl

volcano

come and sit a while

with me

no one can feel like 

i tragically see

these things which don't 

exist

these things that just

can't be

these things which dance 

before me.

(on my 30th)

in ink-pencil love to...

#1 @

11:25

#2 @

12:06

#3 @

12:17

         it's 12:38 and 45

more time

these days in flowing to

and relating from

is all we find

more freakish, every-blind, flowing time.

more and more and

more and more    more time

to open or close doors

build the walls the

world erased

of our mother's nipple

or our father's belt

of a grown man pissing

to a young boy's 

eyes

time...i have said before

is effervescent and

is mine...

the bubbles in the serum

the life which counts for

breath which has

no mind          only

it's inception escape

the bounds of time

the energy that ever moves

and wont likely die

that gives men reason to 

document-count life

waiting for the train

year of the dragon express

wanna feel my best

wanna redefine tenderness

would just take one second

to talk to the people

might last just the thousand blinks that

is a spider's eye        may just

lift the wail in the cougar's cry

i live in dungeons through

mistaken trial

by overlaw.....i

live in painted grass on tainted straw

bed claw nail and suture

live through combine

heavy cloud burst

snow light tree hat clove

      and spoon

to digest sister moon

the law to jungle

in ink-pencil love to

all who broke their castle

love to all the severed heads

bald head hustlers, Cuban

heroes, shorn/locked, wooly

dread.

love saves all through breaking time

love saves us to break with time

clamor and clatter up

the nose in

your chimney...i gotta 

go this time-

get up soon!

(2.20.00)

virgin sunday

i look at the things
pieces of the pictures
here
ready to be made
and its about a dry fuck
i tell ya

my mothers ring from 61
a bloody valentine
and luck
things i cherish and
harbor safe from
this storm of modern reality

so many times my
smaller childs mind would
have me push a blade in
to a senseless suspect
someone who maybe said too much
or very little but
just at the right time(
wrong for him though)
oh
my
my
so i sit here
happy with my codeine and
colt forty five
shoot myself one more time
its the end of the smear
as i knew it
and i cannot rhyme

my desk is a beautiful sight
an extra throw pillow
with a white tile sample
sprinklings of green and light

a ceramic heater
hums three feet away
and as the air drys
and the beer goes down and
later on brings my gag response
and
then i will point it away
but for now it
warms my side in
this cold ass hell.

no matter all the sandalwood
and coverings of smells

i say i think i got
all i need
right here in this
flat       eight by six
maybe ten but
then again
two feet i won't be using anyhow

one more sip
one more drip
one more smoke
and i will put on my
headphones and
fade away---

she shoulda called today

i am glad today
is almost
yesterday
and
is becoming my day
off                         beautiful
virgin sunday