TENNIS STAR ON THE SUBWAY

Unwilling fares the bleed blood bled

Over the building that is across from this.

There was a light there yesterday.

The light remains on today.

They can't really see me off.

A crane collapses in additions.

Ugh. Dak. Splurk.

Obama rama lama ding dong.

I can't see myself in a future.

I am no idea of where my life begins and ends.

The hatcher of legs

Coyly balances her tennis dress in the smog.

She's fixed next to crooks.

Her bush jepordizes my devotion.

Four vines and I've sown a monument.

She wants me in where she hides

The finger fucker of worlds randomly grape.

Retorting cracks I groove you gay.

We go far hoping to remind regrets.

I can't see myself relax your future.

Anyone worth doing is as savage as their compromise.

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YANNA TWO CHAIRS

Bushey daughter Yanna decapitates her Jew

Refreshing a fury in the flag that funds a goggle

Guided by militant perspiration and denim bayonets

Straight galactic and prophylactic aware

Of how deficiently we smack four advanced blades

Articulated before all corpses snap.

Snare that tricky hippie Moses

Cause no peddler gives more of a fuck about funky toothpicks

Than his obscene drill we've surpassed

Through Descartes burping at urinals

And creating faces out of farts floating above

A cum drenching Palestine never omits.

Trying to blurt ourselves from the grave

Thumbs up our assholes don't laugh speckled.

And since we must eat we trust fake orgasms

Preaching the rush after existence peels off our pants

The neutered parrot grinded brown.

The mounds of this current crisis

Mash their knobby fists in the air and cheer

Make us squeaky!

Make us motorized

Bits that boast the raspy surf of birth control irritation!

Their thumbs bunt the condensed Father

Who art hell bent over prisons

Where the martial soap is dropped

For any obscene age we've surpassed

Through Descartes' accredited urinals

Cockblocking the lone Palestinian fart.

And our crisis is our crowd

Trotting about as symbiotic faggots

Fetching pectorals from the fumbled stutters

Awakened obscure in insurgent cramps.

And since we must eat

Let us snare these beady sporks

Blunter than a toothpick fucking Christ.

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WATCHING PORN IN THE MORNING

The news never slows us down.

Outside the kitchen window

A mother has called the pigs on her own daughter

For burning the favorite cat to death on their stove.

I want a toke

But John bummed the last of my dope..

He likes the old ways

When men wore black shoes on Saturdays.

Now John just likes black men.

Everyday of the week I walk the city for hours

Not speaking to anyone.

Cindy glimpses me on the path

And knows how to keep her distant

Rubies on some navel loops.

A tuft of creamsicle pubes heightens the level of excitement.

Still smiling, Cindy saddles up

And heaves me a turquoise smoothie kneading its stick.

Damn lucky the tiger that will maul her yoga ass tonight.

I come back home and do not speak.

This life is hiking a cactus slide,

Gentrified and administrative.

Tomorrow after my girlfriend goes to work

I'll reflect on my brooding

And decide to let screens alter what's past.

Bags on the train filled with tapping feet.

A slap on the foreplay of an ATM machine.

It's nothing that vulgar so I give up the act

Of trying to be disguised or more disgusted.

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SKY CLAD

Four armed emanations

Fondling your g-spot

Dimly and last

Views of a heat

Twice stunned the car bombed

Church of palm nipples twisted weird

And wishing to die

A bottled rubdown of ribbed flashbacks

I find objects and give them thrones

I make objects that would never charm me

A spirit compelled into servicing

The multiheaded union of auxiliary gods

Boom bestowing

Her hand raised and offering protective

Dances on the illusion of my corpse

Cutting away in the stillness

Stools from which the purified are reborn

To save all sentient beings

An eyeball on top of their eyebrow

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STILL LIFE

Scoot the doubts

Out valued and beaten off

It is enough

That we're moving

Amid the makers

Of a man removed

From a woman's

Small stones hanging

In padded elevator shafts

Leading each identified sex

To swoop a season of suspect

Every hour of what we are

Every ounce of what we will

A wall and restless body spill

Not traceable

Not drawable

See what happens

The frozen way

Point your finger at the moon

Escape the head

See what happens next

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PICTURE SINKS

In the ceiling

There's someone I mock

So much of what we seed

Belongs to the breezy

Brains emerging on the sinus

The sounds of your devil

Slash needed comfort from the urine

My warm bills blink

The sled

Where will contains our fossil trite

Clams stick right out of those tits

And I zoom

The mystery of unusual races

Reshaping the paid

Into sprinklers pointed anyhow

Redfield Deadwood Iowa City

Made your wounds for no husband

Wrangling to sin his weathered dawn

A beast of the basement

Eating its lost gravy

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UNAWARE

The sum members against a railing

Spiral ponds whirl the merry eraser

I came here to fight but instead I'm empty

I can't live like they live

Suicide brings to you

Yellow hills

A prayer for isolation

And us

Running from soft peel

The fly on the peg

Of my habit

Its heart is lovely

A murdered caress

Because of sharks they wait

At the fault of evening

In each of us

A tomb

Impossible to reveal as sense

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MANY PLEASURES

A dead fish

That one can own

I watch somebody suffer

I think upon suffering

And then I stuff

The kidney I love

Four yawns

Making herself the water

Beyond where we intend

To crib an opal of thick bubbles

For demons not seen

And there they glow

The night like wind

In or like pampered clover

Winded in a sea of panhandlers

And empty bottles

Of folded chairs

I'm as many children as my noodle may afford

All bound and money friendly

O God we shit the wrong digits

Hearing choices

Fog moves near for comfort

Against a pillow I fuck her

She whispers

Pleased

I am ready to settle

I'll try it on all fours

Submitting to your list of tainted sauces

O so young and powerful

Are you thrilled to wipe

My source of happiness

And then we're stuffed

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IF THE DARK IN IT IS

Few are the minds our words push

All the days and nights

I expire to open

What I've left of your relief

No swimmer is immune

In the blood

Feeding us

Some hot pussy would be superb

I'll neck whatever cans are lowered

The neon rabble has its silence to bless

The ant that flicks

The cave that hums

Tablets wept

When we were two

When we are one

Where is my birth

Where my death is

Where the gremlin who raises my toys is

I fear you

I desire

No thoughts to strive

Beside a toenail

If in the dark

Rape my culture rape my posture rape my face rape my mace rape my carpet

Rape my muppet rape my oxygen rape my naps rape my pants rape my comet

Rape my sirens rape my twilight

If the dark in it is

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RADHA

Seven cigarettes bide my gums

A bite of cheek

And now it's a black

Raw egg fishing shack

Betting your kind the sensual

And humbled by hate

And resting near doorways

I know how intimate you yearn to be

When your lover comes inside of thee

Take fear of the breeze my hazel

As it cannot protect you

From everyone having someone

Who will love them only for so long

The daybreak derangement from what you eat tomorrow

I am what you ate with toast

And you are silly about what you ate today

And today you are in limbo

Eating your ashes in the quandary of tomorrow

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