Without You

our mirror temperament
our thoughts in helix form

our lungs adjust to altitude
exhale pieces of the sky

you were
empires burning and falling
stars going supernova

white light and elysia

liquor will make you vanish tonight

but i'll feel your imprint in the morning

i am uneasy
i miss you

and i feel forever without you

Why Bother

staged anonymity
for the pulse rate

touching the sugar-coated eyes

vermine will meet in a hole

to psyche out rationality
on their way to heaven

glitter will
sparkle on the dance floor

and insects will
carry away it's eyes

sugar-coated...

winter will arrive
as anticipated

and everything lovely
will die

Saliva

subterranean movement
shakes like alzheimers

tastes like soil
and soil alone

it wasn't even alive enough to die

riding the moon like veins
confessions over drinks

how stars disappear
shedding light
like a winter coat
a shawl that serpentines
to the ground

using a finger
to stir the universe
like a bowl of cereal

the barrel of a .45
wet with saliva

a yellow lilly on our dinner table

and she'll smile
and we'll talk
and she'll hold my hand when we walk

but touching on beauty
does not make me beautiful

Dead Centre

when she touches me

it feels like hands sifting through garbage
looking for something misplaced
maybe a phone number
maybe a photograph

thrown away
in the heat of an upset

i could kiss her fingers
as they go fluttering by
making roses bloom
and chickadees sing
undoubtedly
on days unlike today

flies encircle me
like planets orbiting
collapsed stars

i am my dead center
shriveled and blackened at the heart

Co-lapse

rosen fear waiting
cellular phone levitating the sun

light that surrounds
metal tables
grooves for drainage

the leaks in our skin

catalyst

plucked an E string
for a meaning
i cannot remember

forever

an exit wound flowering
the back of
mother theresa's head

spiral the vertebrae
and then sleep
until dead

Libations

rife with cleansing fingers
graze the trigger
learn about chloroform homogeneously

aroused in gearing
transcend to the dance floor
to kill that pauper
kill that violet inside

we spill exuberantly

plausible,
the air we breath
but not possible

just an entertained thought

we're mocking birds diving into beasts
infra dead you-boat rationality
caressing the floor

we'll come up for air

long after the venom has primed the

aorta

REMedy

wondering how quietly
i could vomit into the kitchen sink
it's three in the morning
fixed on mucha's spring 1900

as if some measure of stability
exists there

eyes tell lies to the brain
caresses to die
only the heart
could ever really know why

she faces a wall now
smiling from the night stand
for the soft plateau texture
the flat opaque coating

the ants trailing
to something expired on the floor

bellini's ah dolor! ah terror!
leaking from the little buds
nestled in my pocket

the ceiling growing
as tall and as empty as the sky

amused by the complete and utter absence

of life

Apple Tree

mind benders
apply the corona
with a butane flame
16oz. bottles
rolled up dollar bills
hypodermic deliverance

on the surface of the sun
smiles are halos

anxious malediction
fingers your mothers hot hole

control+c and send

a granny smith rolls only two feet

genes replicated control+v

pantomime carries anathema
if you fear god

press 4 to repeat
press 7 to delete
press on to deplete

kill your children in their sleep

sandra

her mouth was enigmatic
and unmoving
her lips would part only to take in air
or to clench her pencil between her teeth

pale skin, sandra
low torso, sandra
black shoulder-length hair, sandra

we were aware of each other

she believed the female body
was much like the ocean
with curious things in curious places
secrets under the sand or in the kelp or in the tide pools
waiting to be uncovered

low torso, sandra

we began writing each other
after school let out for the summer
sending letters through the post
she even sent a picture
a black & white photo
a close up
her head adjusted slightly to the right
gazing at something outside of her 6X4 world

black shoulder-length hair, sandra

she would write about
how she wanted to study celtic mythology
on some study abroad program
how her room was always a mess

i remember how she lost interest in me
repeating past conversations
responding out of courtesy
the letters stopped shortly after

pale skin, sandra

i remember mailing her a cryptogram i had made
with my feelings for her encrypted within

and it felt so wrong

black & white photograph, sandra
pushes the hair past her ear, sandra
shoe box full of daydreams, sandra

the thereafter realized lesbian,

sandra

Esperanza

caesalpinia pulcherrima
feels the wilt that occurs
is the welt that procures
cambric to divinity

unfinished one

stark blue lips
feathers thinning
eyes yellow like phlegm
drifting into eradication


that was me


my pretty poinciana in chino hills
begging to be seen
wanting to be shared

i had thoughts of esperanza there
for her red vest
form fitting and taut
over a white dress shirt
and our last minute glances forever

over my left shoulder

Messiah

handel

and enough winding ribbon to kill a twelve pack

it's the back road
up on the ridge lines
going in and out of the clouds

the rain pattering on my rooftop

no one around for miles

i'll blur the scenery
into streaks along the windows

speeding

drunk

handel singing of god
at forty five hundred feet

and i'm swerving in and out of the world

closer to god
than i'll ever be

Burroughs

your spirit
blackens everything at your fingers

and i am bones of the sun

and you can see how people
shake with electricity

shake with the right hand
shake like leaves

and of the tongue
something old under your breath
something dead
something on the brink of words

i can feel tension, blame,
a need to control... everything

i can feel tension
even in the walls

flowers can only wilt
flies can only lay eggs

complexions can only go pale


we cannot burn a bridge
that was never built


a lynx on baldy
and i am not your son

week-old snow in texas
and i am not your son

year zero
and i am not your son

lights in the sky
and i am not your son


"smash the control images
smash the control machine"