love poem to my cousins, gordon and holllis

thanks, guys, for talking about me
on your facebook walls.
it really made me feel good.
thanks for the text messages
telling me i'm cool, too.
they also made me feel good
about myself.
you guys are nice to me.

good evening, mother caterpillar, you shall come with your husband to church

light is waxing a roman cure.
the grave-diggers with pipes in their mouths and bottles of wine
snap their connexion with the sun,
button-snake root,
and sparrow the black drink.

"the corn cat will come and fetch you,"
mews the wheat-wolf.
"salve regina: drop the beak fruits
and the seed-rice will be sown and sprouting."

a large fish is killed to the empty pot, the cock-beer,
the redeemer's blood
in the roses and lilies
crocuses and violets
a clog or block,
the mistletoe that cannot fall to the ground.

golden bow

in a world where i can drink you
there is a holocaust of mind:
without speaking, i know which traumas will die;
i have seen them lined up,
and their waiting.
their mouths are hollow,
and drinking makes them whole.

the girl who came from the sun: seven

baited cloves dropped in:
my sleeve is bleeding;
i am perforated.

the girl who came from the sun: six

a hiving drone
of hearted armor;
laundered and razed

break break broke

ornamental submission.

the girl who came from the sun: five

gun powder vertigo infection
a good child time
a sunflower
growing both ways.
sprayed fruit
iveyed, filtered by a white wine,
saged, seeded, drawn
and dried by cold.

the girl who came from the sun: four

armband thermostat,
a sexy wonton idea.

transversion on a double chin
with no collagen treathment in sight.

the girl who came from the sun: three

looping
broken blonde
and i haven't a token
too irresponsible paisley
yukon potatoes

the girl who came from the sun: two

accidental crossing,
12% of the way.

this is obscene:
continuous fresh death
a rot
on us.
a rogue responsibility that will grow roots
in our dna.

i crochet in a chicago airport -
every distopian novel
i've ever read.

the girl who came from the sun: one

affliction sun:

prospero blown pearls
from ray
shone like ruby punch.

i am wine.
i am sapphire
on indigo beach
for nia,
perched
on a white rise
opaque from sands, threads
eclipsing blue and green
shi'ite and suni
dead, but alive.

para flotata

crimson assumption
pickled beneath
pome gold
and blued gowns:

salted apples foaming
memories eternal

valley of rubies (take 2)

flocks of pigeons flapping wings
shitting on clandestine streets
paid for
by pigeons' blood
gutted from the valley
where red wrapped breasts
wrap tighter
and squeeze a will
hard as diamonds

scream poem

Capsized!

Oh, Mogli, pull up your ankle trousers
Before the cheetah
he-haws
off your piggly wiggly’s!
Get cooked, ing-nick, Re:mon I al and said:
“You dandy!
All you do is measure
quadrilatical isosocles triangles
with a pear-snapper psycho-symposium
that looked each other fairly whid(e)
extraordinaire and eyed
a half a dozen laced-up girls who bled!”

through ‘x’ receives that l.e.d.,
and naming, takes his cloak and lies: he lyed

It all started in South America.


No. That’s a strict ear-eye lie.

gablon(a) yachts (ce-re: ) null-think was mined
dog-blacked and cooked behind; they left
with a cork and a thumb
their mouths were fed
x’dsarnd for the Caesars
and the Czars
whose rye bread is salted, packed on ice
absorbed, eaten
and donated.


shift to the sanguine
shift to the emeralds

this failed vision deserves a Mt. Vernon climb
and a second helping of dinner tickets
aye aye and my my ergo:

The pleasure yacht set sail:
snow rush pellets
on talons on snows
and dirty hands with clicking nails
oil and joints
finger bones
plasma in your blood
plasma on your screen
deluxe tryptophan
blender ringworm on your upper thigh
and tar
in your lungz
get us no where:
all sin
is knifed, and quick the milk runs down the curves.
Let her whose boots are snapped see over lord
patrol the fields and sand run down her chin

valley of rubies (take 1)

50,000 pigeons flapping their wings in the street:
“do, you, hear, do, you, hear”
these whispers
over borders?



red robes wrapped tight across their breasts
harden,
and squeeze curtained blood
like diamonds.



broom through the street
and sweep away
these pigeon doves,
who whisper,
“they, don't, hear, they, can't, hear”

herring gull

a constant moan:

please
give it give it give it give it give it give it give it give it
please

blue jay

it's something:
it snaps like two,
“know me, know me”
“i do ,i do”

bang bang

snow rush pellets
salted, packed on ice;
ire on fish scathing,
spinally-lurid
absorbed, eaten
and donated

Jersey Lightening

Get cooked, ing-nick, Re:mon I al and said:
the blade that looked each other fairly whid(e)
I faced Mari, extraordinaire and eyed
a half a dozen laced-up girls who bled.
Hul King (a gaf) through ‘x’ receives that l.e.d.,
and naming, takes his cloak and lies: he lyed
gablon(a) yachts (ce-re: ) null-think was mined
dog-blacked and cooked behind; their mouths were fed
x’dsarn. Ulsak felt all, endured the nerves.
Re-ply these sheets for Sam (or I) the chord
was struck. The pleasure yacht set sail: all sin
is knifed, and quick the milk runs down the curves.
Let her whose boots are snapped see over lord
patrol the fields and sand run down her chin.

the oil fish

film from eyes of oil fish
cracked, peeled off black beads
in the palms of squid hunters
mouth-beaked
frozen gulped
and digested by black bile

blue crab lymph nodes

blue crab lymph nodes
crawling
fanning
up your armpits;

he signaled back that it was all avocado
this situation was,

ants
feeling, biting
a yellow peach.