Favs 4

Hungry

I tossed an eye out into the ocean.
And gobbled the clouds and water.
Chewed and swallowed.
It seemed like no one else was hungry today.

I wish that...

The professor would step down,
some student spoke rays.

The wretched would no longer host,

humble homeless no longer fear.

The toothless ghosts began to grow.

The wind peeled back in sinewy layers.

The catapults seized their game of catch.

The river would keep flowing.

The deer would sneer.

The sun would keep preaching.

The stars were melting,

and we were swimming.

Blind men were walking,
The builders were patient,
Gold lost it's glow,
and plant had legs.

The clouds were sweet,
and the ocean; fresh as dew.
A grain of sand was precious,
and adults were secondary.

An ailed woman learned to sing,
and my soul would start to ring,

and this cat would stop clinging to my leg.

Winter face (2010)

Its funny and sad,
I never thought your eyes would draw that kind of sparkle.
That I'm not in the only photograph there is.
The lost, the lust behind that beaming face,

Winter glow, fresh; clear as snow.
The depth. Your eyes.
I could swim forever, but I can't and I shouldn't.
I loved her.
I love you.
I hate her, she fried the circuitry.
Forever is a long time, I understand that.
Love is forever, I understand that as well.
Love is also real.
You came bundled...

The New Quip

Out with the old,

in with the new quip,

before I whip it out 

I need to know if you can use it

shit

Melt the soul of gold

Fine-tune your boomstick

Scratch the surface of coal

Find diamonds in bloom

lick

And even though the glow seems

minute, elusive

From now on cruise control

baby

As soon as I get this fuse

fixed

Like

Favs 3

Bed

We marched through the Underworld, faced the dead
-to victory!

Trudged through the fruity slime, though;

Slept on nearly bare bedding,
under the stars of the desert.

Defeated the enemy.

Defeated them.

Do you remember us?
Defeated ourselves.

Looking For My Silver Chain

There is violet in my violence,
a haze in my trees

The room never spins,
but there's a daze in my knees

There is screaming in my toilet,
and an ooze from the faucet

Looking for my necklace
but I never lost it

Note to myself (Mold)

My Sub-Conscious is filled with old video-game blips.
My eyes watering,
my vision puzzling,
Buzzin' like a refrigerator,

I'm falling and accelerating and settling with the air and sounds around me and in me,
Everyone really thinks they know what they're saying but it's all mumbo-fucking-jumbo

My pen hits paper and my thoughts materialize.
In a way. With a final product, you and I will never understand.
We don't need to and we don't want to, and we don't need to.
I allow the pen,
Like a dipped brush, it faces me.
Like a mother, it graces me.
Like soft, warm rain.
Lightning through stale air, I breathe.
I spread the colourful beauty across the page, and you may taste it or you may not.
It's all rainbow, or at least black-and-white gradient, no matter the context.
Words are symbols are art.
The Beauty is in expression, yes? If not the result. Yes?
My life has been sincere and sinister.
Typical and blissful?
If not for eggs, toast and coffee.
Breakfast with a smoke!
I'd be in a very rough spot, No?
A very rough spot.
Someone just vomited, made me feel a bit nauseous.
Well, that's the mold, the growths.
I hear the alley cats meowing, FICICIOUS OF THEM!
I always seem to live with them, and they've always been quite a bother.
Bothersome cats. They who've consumed much of my time.
Or the time.
It's all rather sour, "really"?

...the girl's snoring...

I loathe snoring,
it sputters
it stifles itself in a way,
clunks and clugs,
it's incessant, yes?
makes my skin crawl,

I'm being extremely negative, I tell ya.

Kiss.

Favs 2

"Everything Else/On His Shoulders" by Jordan Katz

A man walked into a department store.
He moved briskly, avoiding the necessary puddles on his way.
He spun the clothing rack in search of the perfect shirt.
Again and again it span, each shirt slightly better than the last,

when finally, a yellow-collared one hooked his fancy.
His eyes feasted on it, and decided he was to purchase it at once.
He made his way over to the cashier.
He bought the shirt,
and sold everything else.
He sold his whole world and rented a closet space.
He stares at the white-cream wall now,
twiddling his thumbs,
stroking his cat,
he thinks nothing of us, merely hoping that the weather holds.
There is a party, you are already invited or you are not.
So the man arrived at the party,
and saw silly girls and feminine boys.
Wine was spilt, and it stained the carpet.
He looked over his shoulder and out the window.

The Answer

The Answer is the Question.

The Question is the Problem.

The Problem is Answering a Question with a Question.

Beauti

For Erin

I walk away from the Isle of Is.
To wade through the starwhite waters.

Unclinging to the dry dreams,
Arrtilerry De-vicer observing a
close proximity,
Free-of-body travel Phones.
Creamy, luscious, lightning hues
and the vague and the vivid.
The God Experience.
A perched vulture; a red canyon
in a severed desert, I swam on.
Burying the secret gleam
The reproached child
The strange and irksome tenders
The here-say
Surrendering the pleasant,
I too thought clearly
I had been outspoken, and I swam on.
A priest without a clock
Treading a droplets tear I waided
My outeressence uttering music:
I was milked for a present holon.

Favs 1

Posting old and current favourites. 

Shoe-Shinings' Great

Chimney smoke changes more rapidly than the clouds do.

The pictures inside charge quicker too.

The tapestries tell more stories than the paintings do,

and the statues are worse still.

The cockroaches won't stop lying

Won't start dying

and the mockingbird won't stop mocking.

The hummingbird isn't humming loud enough, and

I know why the feet must soak.

The children don't know how to ask questions,

and shoe shinings' fucking great.

SCRAPE

I hope one sees your crystal seas
The progress in your regard
Mucous sticks the suitcase
I don`t  know where you will go,
Tomorrow is most likely dark
Without a sound underground,
Playing with shadows and sparks

It occured to me that
blatency
is facing the other way,
It dawned on me when you struck a chord
in front of the people that day
Chase their hearts, taste their longing
Gaze blankly, pat their heads and
feed the fire
Swim, get cut on rocks while you
talk small tales long

My stains a warm wet splatter pattern
Splay the ends to meet raining trends
Cut me open, the grain is slanted
Unblurred the blend into sharp syncing friends
I blade in my head to carve out favorite places
A spade in your hand to dig me a hole
Rattle the cages until you`re faceless
Thru Geysers and Guises finding wholes

Wander-lost-5,5,5,4

I am wander-lost,
I see Heaven-toss,
I am often drooping
In vomit loss.

I breathe sample Fear,
Scrape Atmosphere
Scratch my inner Ear
Like foil teeth.

A tickle in Nape;
I taste synthetic
Eyes that convince Them
It is all right.

Shoes grow thin as Day.
They get upholstered;
Always afforded,
Seams conditioned.

He Do Not Fade, sceaz
Without boundaries
aCe in action; see
Nothing at all.
Because feel.

Across the Way

We met across the way,
That was all I saw today.

Looked on me with silky eyes,

Eyes like marbles, black as skies.

Looked as though she dressed warm
or didn't need to: And,
the shrug of her shoulders;
stole my heart.

Hair hollered void!-
Shimmering!
Blouse burned;
red as phoenix.

Smoking,
like dry ice.

I calmly asked for the time, and there was none today.

That is a lie.
I know that is true.
Because I hate them,
and they hate you.

Smug when giggling,
cooling in posture,
But they don't know what I know;
Don't know what I do...

She then looked back at me,
I returned in glee,

finally;
I could see;
the True Horror;
This poor girl was such a bore.