exclusions: hair of the soap

heav-en
isn't heav-en anymoar

but a deadhorsee on the vegas stri_p
living a.ft.e.r. a freudian sli_p
for angel eye (s) or wormholes

but it(')s always limb o u no

and arcturus w.ill receive m/e

and ii will bee hahppy forr youe

introversions: you

red rose petals erupt
from my mouth
the color of angst these days

faith makes no sense

sugar
grows as red
as anything

sugar
as beautiful as you

the faith
that you keep

makes me question

myself

introversions: when reality fails

eyes like sparklers
peer up at me
smiling like a movie actress
on the silver screen

and where there used to be maggots inside
there are
stars

she'll let me hold her
listening for my heartbeat

our bodies coalesced
under the weight of the moon

this world in lunar overture

her soft breath
exhales
in the key of E

a piece of the sun
'tween her lips

in somnis veritas

so what

what is left
inert

my simile

my nothing

but maggot
of the cusp
where an arm
used to
extend

and there is phantom

as i swallow
an ocean dredger

as door nails

as wood rot

and finally
as

sleep

because
there is something
wrong

with me.

exocerebral: a reoccurring dream

i saw
the mountain again
in my dream
in some desert that i've never been to

surrounded
by dark clouds
they always look heavy with rain

i've never seen its peak

and it doesn't always look the same
sometimes a spire shape
sometimes broad like baldy
but it always feels the same

i can feel it when I look at it

i don't feel anything in particular
only that i feel it
like somebodies presence

sometimes i'm on the mountain
on some narrow roadway
and snowfall all around me

other times
i'm observing it from a distance

once from some winding
desert roadway
i saw it
and then i noticed that there was something about the cacti and yuccas around me that didn't look right
they looked almost plastic

sometimes there is only
a reference to the mountain
or that i happen to think about it

exclusions: second street

separation
travels

between the palm trees

between the palms of my hands

as cool as a breeze
ought
to be

as
a grave diary
inked by alternative
variable

of moon skin
in permanence

dreams of lesions

defensive wounds

severed tendons
scrap yard emotions

school yard memories

visible phalanges

the shallow moon
rippling in the water
below the bridge that i am on

my hands in blue tinge

and my hands...

they'll drop everything
that i hold dear

introversions: amoricide

pretty as anthropophagy
we are

it is in the formaldehyde
that we are safe

the humming birds
having flown away

vultures
having taken their place

love will learn it's antonyms

and love

will learn how to sleep