when all roads lead to rome

ghost of haarmann
will use the cherry of his universe
to light a wick

i existed
in a compact mirror

apply the foundation

and then swing from an oak tree
like dead marionettes

and i am so hungry that

my human animal
presses its teeth together

do you see?

how did i become this...

i feel
how you felt

i could disregard every bit of this life
until there is nothing

i could have wine

i could cook chicken florentine

i could kill you
and dress your carcass in the woods
and still

be so incomplete

the paleontologist

quiet apocalypse
of the circulatory, respiratory and nervousness

head detaches like lizard tails
and then lamenting eye

your soil as brown as iris

and your voice becomes fossil fuel
your eyes become petrified forests

your body
poised in sediment

i am with you

and i am only able to study

my brain creates the hyper-real
the suggested pulse

like trilobite meat or archaeopteryx marrow or bleeding gallimimus

and it feels so impossible
like there are eons
between us

already dead

smooth confection
wears a moon silk

scratch your
eyes black
like lies that
swoon

will

erupt
the throat
like magma

calendar drains days
like petals wilt

and mother's milk
dries the shelf life flatline
why my eye dies

kills the grape vine
collects the red wine

to the ear drum

lulls a sleeper
for the finished pine

singularity

eden is her iris

watching the sun

steady as a butane flame

my jennifer sees

the universe in the wreckage

of a burning freight train

hells kinetic tongue

dilapidated cornerstone

infectious gehenna

like gravitational pull

like serotonin

like snuff films

like chopin carrying 

a bit of earth

introversions: rosetta lobe

i can feel the eye liner running 

down my face

for the white lights

streaming by like 

comets who would round the sun

they are cars and trucks and whatever else

and they'll round 

the world

if their itinerary dictates

i'm perched on

the freeway overpass

i'm a roman centurion

and i can feel 

jupiters eye

in the pit of my stomach

the updraft from the 

traffic ever flowing

we will all return to minerals

one day

but i will return to nothing

and halloween

will be

a word

upon the rosetta stone

crestfallen ants

baby boom

the ever

said nineteen forty-six

how the snarky

my way or byway

drools like catatonia

perpetuum

plays timpani in the ear canal

entrance a color world

decimates itself

like collapsed stars

a john gestures wild

but an intercom voice 

cannot see

loudmouth

of the slop box

for whatever organic anything

just get it right

just read marx or lenin (i'm sure)

just smash the accelerator

of a prius 

and it hums away

middle finger metaphor

how a screaming asshole 

pairs well to

july heat

cracking a human

into the human animal

syntax

become

little things

in our atomic dust mind

of a star

exploding in the black

inkwell

i see

you phosphorescent

in your anesthetic jive

laying naked

and at the centre of your hive

where do our roads go?

it is always rome

and of black forevers

magnetic

to the vapor form

spinning little anathemas

on the radio

brain for entropy 

eardrum for the 

culling song

syntax

in the key of E