SUNSHINE

SHE WAKES UP AND GOES UPTOWN BUYS A BEER AND DRINKS IT DOWN
SHE PICKS UP A POETRY BOY TAKES HIM HOME HIS DIGNITY DESTROYED

CHORUS
SUNSHINE GIRL SUGAR DADDY ROCK STAR
SUNSHINE GIRL SUGAR DADDY ROCK STAR
SUNSHINE GIRL SUGAR DADDY ROCK STAR

SHE LIVES ALONE IN A WRECK SHELL VEHICLE
SPENDING DADDY’S DOUGH UNLIKE REGULAR PEOPLE
FEEDING HER ROTTWEILER SPOT FROM HER LAP
GIVING HER TIME TO A CUBAN DIPLOMAT

CHORUS

THE DROVERS COME THE DROVERS GO STAINING FOODBANK BAD MERLOT
SAVING STUDS FROM CERTAIN SOLITUDE LINING UP LABOR IN WOMBS INTRUDE

CHORUS

LYING IN WAIT WITH A PERMANENT GIFT
VD LITTLE EYES FALTER EXTROVERTED SHIFT
THE DAY WILL COME FOR MORE OR LESS FOR EIGHTFOLD INSIGHT FOREVER BLESS

CHORUS

KILLING FATHER TIME WITH EIGHT DEEDS DEEDED
FULFILLING FRIENDS FANTASIES WHERE NONE HAVE SUCCEEDED
HER WASTED YOUTH TRAIPSING THROUGH CARTEGENA
PACKING POWDER IN HER PUSSY NEVER CUSTOMS DETAINED HER

CHORUS
PRIESTESS

PALM BEACH PREISTESS SO FAR FROM HOME
LEAVING PATIENT LIVER LOVERS SKULLS ALONE
THE SUN COMES UP AND SHE WANTS LOVE
THE SUN GOES DOWN SHE’S DRINKING UPTOWN

CHORUS
SHE HAS PENURY SENSE
SHE LIKE USING FRIENDS
PASSING THE BATON NEW CLINIC VICTIMS AMEN

SHES A NOBLE LUSH THE BUSHES BLUSH
THE COWBOYS UP HER SKIRT ARE A RUSH
OFF IN THE TROPICS TURNING MISERY INTO PROFIT
DOGGING THE DEAL WITH TARDY TAINT APPEAL

CHORUS

THREE DOWNS AND OUT HER GUMPTION POUTS
VICTORY LAPDANCE TWISTED SHOWER
ON THE KINGS HIGHWAY THE TEARS FELL DOWN
WHEN THE FAIR COMES MARY GOES AROUND

CHORUS THREE TIMES
SHE SLEEPS

SHE SLEEPS AT ARMS LENGTH
SHE SLEEPS AT ARMS LENGTH
SHE SLEEPS AT ARMS LENGTH
WITH CHAOS AND CONFUSION

SHE LOSES TRACK OF TIME
SHE LOSES TRACK OF TIME
SHE LOSES TRACK OF TIME
TO STAY THE EXECUTION

SHE BURNS HER BUNGALOW
SHE BURNS HER BUNGALOW
SHE BURNS HER BUNGALOW
TO PAY FOR ABSOLUTION

SHE SPINS OUT TWICE A NIGHT
SHE SPINS OUT TWICE A NIGHT
SHE SPINS OUT TWICE A NIGHT
ON THE PEAK OF LITTLE BOYS

SHE WILL BE FORGIVEN
SHE WILL BE FORGIVEN
SHE WILL BE FORGIVEN
WHEN THE LAST VILLAIN CRIES

MODULATE ONE FRET

SHE IS JUST THE SAME AS ME
SHE IS JUST THE SAME
SHE IS JUST THE SAME
UNDESERVING OF ANY BLAME
SIMPLE

SIMPLE LIVE ALONG
LIVING IN HIS ARMS
LETTING SHELTER CHARM
EATING SAFE FROM HARM

CHORUS
VERY IMPORTANT MISTER MISSED HERMIT VERY IMPORTANT JIMMY MCDERMIT

SIMPLE LIVE ALONG
CRYING ON THE FARM
NO MORE EVER BLONDE
RUNNING SEWER DOWN

CHORUS

SIMPLE LIVE LONG DAY
BEATING BREAST DISPLAY
WONDERING WHAT TO SAY
COME TO KNOW WHAT MAY

CHORUS
PRETTY PAGODA

SHE WROTE ME A LONG NOTE TELLING ME ABOUT HER PRETTY PAGODA
IN THIS NOTE THAT SHE WROTE SHE LAID IT OUT IN PURPLE PROSE

CHORUS
MEIN LEIBLING SHMETTERLING
SHE’S MY EVERYTHING
MEIN LEIBLING SHMETTERLING FLY AWAY HOME

TALKING ABOUT TALL KING RICHARD ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BLUE UNIVERSE
TREADING WATER PRINCESS DAUGHTER
BUTTERFLY STROKE HE’S COMING TO KNOW

CHORUS

SHE WROTE ME A LONG NOTE IF HER BODY’S A TEMPLE HER PAGODA’S GOLD
MARIPOSA MARIPOSA FLY AWAY HOME

CHORUS
KIDNAPPED

CHORUS
KIDNAPPED ABANDONED KIDNAPPED ABANDONED
A PING PONG BALL LIFE THE RING WRONG LIES

ANOTHER REBOUND LOVER ASSASIN
MOTHER WARDEN LOCKS THE TRASH IN
DREAMS OF SAMADHI CREDIT CRASHING

CHORUS

NO WOMAN IS AN ISLAND
FOUR MOONS ON THE ISLAND
WRAPPED AROUND A CON MAN

CHORUS

WHY ANOTHER TIMING TROUBLE
PRYING LOVERS CRYING DOUBLE
LYING IN WAIT WITH HOBO STUBBLE

CHORUS
EXPLODED

EXPLODED THE WRONG IDEA
EXPLODED THE WRONG IDEA
ALONE ALONE CHAGRINED
ALONE ALONE CHAGRINED

LYRICLESS CHORUS

WON’T CALL BECAUSE OF HIM
WON’T CALL BECAUSE OF HIM
ALONE SLEEPING WITH HIM
ALONE SLEEPINGWITH HIM

LYRICLESS CHORUS

ALTERNATE VERSE: BLOWN…SWALLOWING HIM

LYRICLESS VERSE

ATONE LIKE THE ONE LAST YEAR
ATONE LIKE THE ONE LAST YEAR
HOME WITH A BEAST INSINCERE
HOME WITH A BEAST INSINCERE
TEACH

TEACH YOUR MIND TO KEEP ON HOPING
EASIER SAID THAN EVER DONE
TEACH YOUR MIND TO KEEP ON HOPING
EASIER SAID THAN EVER DONE

CHORUS
PEOPLE WILL DO JUST WHAT THEY WILL
PEOPLE WILL USE THEIR FREE WILL
PEOPLE WILL DO JUST WHAT THEY WILL
PEOPLE WILL USE THEIR FREE WILL

BELIEVING IN SOMEONE ELSE IS POTENT
RECIEVING THEIR LOVE IS SOUL’S REBIRTH
BELIEVING IN SOMEONE ELSE IS POTENT
RECIEVING THEIR LOVE IS SOUL’S REBIRTH

CHORUS

WEAVING THE THREADS OF PURE COMPASSION
SISTERS AND BROTHERS CARESS YOUR WORTH
WEAVING THE THREADS OF PURE COMPASSION
SISTERS AND BROTHERS CARESS YOUR WORTH

CHORUS

LYRICLESS VERSE

CHORUS

KEEP YOUR MIND OPEN OPEN OPEN
KEEP YOUR MIND OPEN ALL THE TIME
KEEP YOUR MIND OPEN OPEN OPEN
KEEP YOUR MIND OPEN ALL THE TIME

CHORUS
HEATHEN

HEATHEN IM SORRY FOR THE GREED
HEATHEN IM SORRY FOR THE GRRED
HEATHEN I WANT TO KISS YOUR FEET
HEATHEN I WANT TO KISS YOUR FEET

CHORUS
MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE

MI HIJO CAN’T EXPLAIN THE MAYHEM
MI HILO CANT EXPLAIN THE MAYHEM
MEAN OLD KICKED BEFORE THEY MADE HIM
MEAN OLD KICKED BEFORE THEY MADE HIM

CHORUS

LYRICLESS VERSE

CHORUS

MAYPOLE WRAPPED AROUND HER LIGHT
MAYPOLE WRAPPED AROUND HER LIGHT
FAITHFUL WONT SHE DO WHATS RIGHT
FAITHFUL I WANT TO DO WHATS RIGHT

CHORUS X2
GENIE

OPEN DOOR OF THE GODS
OPEN DOOR OF THE GODS
OPEN DOOR OF THE GODS

CHORUS
NADIR MOON
NADIR MOON
NADIR MOON

GREAT MOTHER BEARING CHILD
GREAT MOTHER BEARING CHILD
GREAT MOTHER BEARING CHILD

CHORUS

PRAYING WITH SON OF LIGHT
PRAYING WITH SON OF LIGHT
PRAYING WITH SON OF LIGHT

CHORUS

LYRICLESS VERSE

CHORUS

JANUA COELI (JAWN YOO UH SOW UH LEE)
JANUA COELI
JANUA COELI

CHORUS
PLASTIC JESUS

I DON’T CARE IF IT RAINS OR FREEZES LONG AS I GOT MY PLASTIC JESUS
RIDING ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY CAR
PLASTIC JESUS YOU GOT TO GO YOUR MAGNETS FUCKING UP MY RADIO
RIDING ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY CAR

LYRICLESS VERSE

GET YOURSELF A SWEET MADONNA DRESSED IN WHITE AND SITTING ON A
PEDESTAL OF ANBALONE SHELL
GOING NINETY IM NOT SCARED BECAUSE I GOT THE VIRGIN MARY
GUARANTEEING I DON’T GO TO HELL

LYRICLESS VERSE

I DON’T CARE IF IT BLOWS OR SNOWSES LONG AS I GOT MY PLASTIC MOSES
RIDING ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY CAR
GOING NINETY ON A ROLL I HOLD THE TEN COMMANDMENTS CLOSE
THE MAN WHO INVENTED PLASTIC SAVED MY SOUL

LYRICLESS VERSE

SHE COMES IN COLORS PINK AND PLEASANT GLOWS IN THE DARK IS IRRIDESCENT
RIDING ON THE DASHBOARD OF MY CAR
GOING NINETY I HAVE NO FEAR KEEPING THE HOLY MOTHER NEAR
MY SOUL IS SAVED WHETHER NEAR OR FAR

LYRICLESS VERSE
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She aint no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future no future
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cos tourists are money
Our figures head
Is not what she seems

Oh god save history
God save your mad parade
Oh lord god have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future you're future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me

No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future for you
LETTER

JESUS JANIS ELVIS
ALLTHREE CAPRICORNS
PART TIME DUDE PART TIME DUDE PART TIME DUDE

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON FOURFOLD SUFFERING BEGAN THE DAY HE WAS BORN
THE LETTER O THE LETTER O THE LETTER O

HOLD YOUR HAND
JUVENILE SARCASM
ACROSS THE SYNAPTIC CHASM
FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME
MISSILE

MISTLETOE MOLOTOV COCKTAIL PARTY MISTLETOE MOLOTOV COCKTAIL PARTY MISTLETOE MOLOTOV COCKTAIL PARTY MISTLETOE MOLOTOV COCKTAIL PARTY

CAMELTOE HOLLOWPOINT HARDCORE HEARTED
CAMELTOE HOLLOWPOINT HARDCORE HEARTED
CAMELTOE HOLLOWPOINT HARDCORE HEARTED
CAMELTOE HOLLOWPOINT HARDCORE HEARTED

FLIPPIN OFF SANTA CLAUS AND OLD MAN WINTER
FLIPPIN OFF SANTA CLAUS AND OLD MAN WINTER
FLIPPIN OFF SANTA CLAUS AND OLD MAN WINTER
FLIPPIN OFF SANTA CLAUS AND OLD MAN WINTER

GETTING BETTER EVERYDAY GETTING BETTER EVERYDAY
GETTING BETTER EVERYDAY GETTING BETTER EVERYDAY
INTRIGUE

INTRIGUE IN LEAGUE CIRCUS FREAKS
KISS YOUR FEET A SURPRISE TREAT
NEIGHBORS SAME AS STRANGERS IN THE STREET
GOT NO RIGHT TO TWEAK A MEAT

CHORUS:
SPELL AND BE
SELLING DREAMS
WHAT IS NEEDED
TO SEE FREE

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO BE TIED DOWN
SHE DOESN’T WANT THEM HANGING ROUND
SLAMMING DOORS THE TERROR SOUND
SALVAGE THEM WITH HEARTBEAT FOUND

CHORUS

TWO OWE SEVEN LAUGHING STOCK
BEAT THE BAND AND BEAT THE CLOCK
WATCHING FROM AN OPERA BOX
THE TENOR SINGS A CRAFTY MOCK

CHORUS X2
VICTORY

SWEETEST VOICE I EVER HEARD
YOU’RE A FUNNY LITTLE BLUE BIRD
FUNNY THING IS I’M BLUE TOO
FUNNY BLUEBIRD I’M LIKE YOU

ABBREVIATED CHORUS UNSUNG

BLUE BIRD PAINTS THE BLUE BLUE SEA
PRETTY BIRD MY CHICKADEE
SWEET AND SOFT THE CLOSEST NEST
HEAD UNDER WING TO TAKE A REST

CHORUS:
BLUE BIRD COME AND SING ME UP
COME AND FILL MY LOVING CUP

BLUE BIRD SINGS HER BLUE LOVE SONG
BLUE CLOUD TO SPACE OUT ON
BLUE LIGHTS ON HONEYSUCKLE
SHINING BRIGHT A SILVER BUCKLE

CHORUS X2
MODULE

CAME TO FIND YOU SUNDAY NIGHT
YOU TOUCHED ME WITH YOUR TOES
KISSED A WHILE ON A PARK BENCH
LOOKING THROUGH A ROSE

CHORUS:
TAKE ME WHERE I FELL
RIDING ON THE SWELL
LET YOU GO MICHELLE

TAKE YOUR TIME SABLE BRUSH
MAYDAY SHOW CHAN MARSHALL
MAUI NOW A PLACE FOR US
PAINTING ALL YOUR MANDALAS

CHORUS

RECITATION INCANTATION
MOVING MEDICINE JUNGLE TACK
CAT BIRD CUTE FLIRT ATTACK
CHARCOAL HANDS ARE TURNING BLACK

CHORUS
DAVIT

HALLOWEEN FEELS
GOOD BETWEEN
SIMMER SLOW
HEARTS ARE TORN
DREAMING YOU AHEAD
LEADING TO BE LED

CHORUS:
IN YOUR FLOWER FLAT
KNITTING A MASTERPIECE OF A HAT
STRINGING A RING
OF BLACK PEARLS
WHILE SNOW COVERS THE WORLD

LEARNING TO BURN
FAST TO DISCERN
DOG DAYS WILL COME
WHEN RAISES RUN
MIGHT BE OAKS
AMONG THE JOKES

CHORUS

SELDOM SEEN JOY
BEING A GOOD TOY
HEART SAYS AYE
MIND OVER SIGHS
LEAD WITH ASSENT
COME WELL SPENT

CHORUS X2
ASH

HARSHLY KNOWS CAME IN MY GALLERY
ALWAYS OPEN FOR A WOMAN OF VALORY
SLOWLY SHAMAN IN HER RIGHT EYE
SINK IN VITO’S DRINKING MAI TAIS

CHORUS:
GAUZE CURTAINS HIDE
BRINE SHOULDERS DYED
NARCISCISM NOW
TAKE PENURY VOW

LEFT HER RIGHT WEARING HANDSHAKE
SEPTEMBER NIGHT DEARLY CLAM BAKED
COUNTING THE YEARS SUM TOTAL
MOUNTING TEARS DUMB IN QUOTES

CHORUS

CLEAR TO MONTANA BLACK PUPIL
LEWISTOWN PACK HOWLS JUVENILE
STOCKINGS AND GARTERS FOR SPECIAL OCCAISIONS
WALKING WITH ROCKSTARS TO RHYTHM ACADIAN

CHORUS X2

Star Bored

Standing mountainous in a very tall place of practice
Assisting the right practitioner of the first order instill order in minions wandering minds
Waiting for the process to bungle along through underling recitation
Readying the repertoire for delivery systems of powers pins and powder loads
Feeling persecution in the sense of obeisance rise to the center of the fighting mind
Resisting the onslaught of mediocre tribute with the overwhelming use of force
Visualizing the erroneous application of a doctrine of violence dissolve into parity
Levitating with the heart voice protection grunt to signal defiant superiority
Designating the exchange of unilateralism the course of balance winning
Letting the weaker bond disintegrate with dignity
Holding the hammer in eternity

Parquet Florist

Believing the sound of words strung together in obtuse reaction to sabotage
Calculating the weak attempts of warrior women to outwit the dessert fox of fallacy
Eating orange rectangles and watching the walls wave to the crowds onshore
Rushing ambassadors to underground exit strategies amphibious contrivances plummeted
Washing tons of cliff hung bamboo shoots dressed in vests and read in polka daughters
Twisting the handlebars of bisque marks bad old shipwrights wrong in longhand
Calling the noble by the name given to downward gazes the blazes of rage stage explosions
Blessing the understudies of excess with the renunciates’ wholly wadded infusion
Holding hubris in collusion



Curled Cold

Wagging steel materialism in front of inspired divinity with crooked pathways encircled
Standing in a place of sustenance with a crew of outcasts enfeebled by insignificance
Picking the edge of magnetism with an impassioned plea for lucid godliness
Shaking hands with approval in spite of furtive eyes and escape mechanisms
Fathering a contrast though the lineage is impossible to decipher and easy to conceal
Smoking guns in the united states of asparagus wilt in the heat of bad dull lines drawn
Fixing the hoodwinked silver accords impeding normal traffic at off peak volume
Floating the clear containment of brittle water filter picture perfect convertibility
Releasing every toxic thought that was ever within the bounds of corporeality
Negotiating every negative pitfall that had been preordained to approach exteriorly
Dodging the unique examinations of dedication by flawless casual determination
Perceiving the place of loss at the lower center of transmission by false ideation
Gathering the necessities of youth to provide a sense of external accomplishment
Watching the captivating haunch of service recede into storage field infatuation
Recursiating a forgotten sibling




Inch Emotion Asana

Her eyes soft and hot counter posing for a fourteen year association
The fibrillations continue to erode energy
Her baby toes reach out for a handy handsome man
His bow low slung and glancing up behind
Her sprite way covered until thirsty
Her eyes low and away her joy of being pampered up
She sips water and allows a sitting for a portrait
She washes her stripes with her sister taking her time in the way
Why won’t she?
Her sister protector
There are few real priorities
One is being gentle with each other
One is understanding subtlety



Sue Perm Ooze

She would never admit what caused her to change her mind
She snapped shut
She walked through the hotel lobby with wet hair and sore lips leaving her lover sleeping
She had danced on his liver on point for what seemed like a backbreaking eternity
She wrote the episode as a footnote to the breakup with a passion partner to differentiate
Her journal voluminous by contrast to the punctuation of the transitory hallucination
Their affair was a comma in a sentence of truer love
She has a gig as the director of a play of ornate shiny bones and tea ceremony punishments
She calculates the ovulations of future fronds of society functions without compunction
Her true nature abhors a vacuum cleaner in a bundle of folded pep paper
She carefully refined her rhetoric to a keen knife edge one atom thick
Turning a charitable trick

Kabob

Another skull and crossbones painted on the side of her chariot
To mark the foe foiled and boiled in oil and fed to the hounds
The sounds of her ice fog splintering crystal inhibitions into safe separation
She watches ships sail by from a galaxy away
The stars in convenient alignment along her widows walk
Feeling cocky and semaphore hoarding the bosons mates on down to the sea chest
Triangulating the positions of new and fresher worlds to exploit
The strings are played with terrible beauty
Carbonized kundalini turns two degrees on a spit
Hanging soft where she sits

Compensatory Dreams

Making the realization that certain individuals play machine gun tricks on the world
A room of punchbowls and apple pies an ice cube falls down the front of a gown
With an accusing look at an exhibition opening seven seconds pause at one quarter
Under violet tarpaulins a cubic yard of slithering puppets draw morbidly curious eyes down
She stands before painting standing before a painting trying to stand under some opinion
Vulnerable as law tongue lagomorphs scurrying to burrows in motorcade tickets paid
Predating the penetration of enigmatic thresholds of emotional agitation
She waits for catastrophe to consume her precarious conspiracies fashioned out of idealism
Her foreboding is rewarded with distorted perceptions of hope addicted intention fenders
The wrong candidate is elected because of a winning smile and creeping underwear
She kisses him with her shoulder refrigerated with indifference and ambition
Assuming the avaricious missionary position

Typer Zombie

Communicating with salient guises of increasing familiarity by working the thermostat
Her pathogenic complaints settle into nothingness sublimated to fit into her self loathing
Busy creating volume and distance from the arcane components of her new seaside villa
Seized by introverted self absorption distilled into empty seashells and bottles of absinthe
Every ambitious hour spent in dynamic tension is to win competitions with affect
She pulls the covers over her corpulent imaginings and broods charcoal musings
Putting the highlights on a portrait posed for under pounding waves of guilty misery
Sucking energy out through natural attachment with casual grandiosity and righteousness
Marking the points of incision on her stark white stomach with a feather and blood
Whetting the terrors of hungry truckers cooking convenience store marinara
Signaling her certain error

Double Huge Sea

Old cartoons make the basis for jagged videlicet other worldly epithets
Shooting shop right ducks in trucks arm held in a snare rolling over the cosine
Yeast shoe cheeses decryptified by a shirt pocket primer on mandarin oranges
Reconciling her polyamorous capabilities to her bottled bleach blond hair trigger libido
Delivering the grave insult during a meticulously planned cocktail party at the bungalow
Below the belt blows delivered without sweat drops dripping onto iron causing rust to stain
Sending an artist back to the scene of the conquest with mortal transgression under one arm
Glazing her warmth over with an intentional film of middle spectrum vibration
Dispatching her free ranging effulgent insurrection national diocese to subdue paranoia
Can’t believe the crap that comes out of there
Waiting for the jury to declare

One Flat Over

Peering blue gray over the homespun rail of humility at a self centered tycoon cutting in line
Her swarming virus like infidelity swirling around the feet of her intended ultimate victim
The mediator assumes the role of observer rather than referee for the sake of impartiality
Waiting at the altar of deposed dictatorship for the new regime to begin the lesser purge
Her voice comes in low as if she has to stay at the threshold of hearing to maximize stealth
A globe of crystal stands resolute between the two ill suited parties waiting to be bound
She appears to be influenced by her own over confidence conditioned more precisely
Freezing the molecular motion of able bodied candidates where they stand with no effort
Heaving a veil of false affiliation back with a mind to take a crack at improbable populations
Walking on foreign soil with the colors of some convenient mercenarium to gird her fear
She taint got gear

Revisited For Mere Sentiment

Negotiating with a messenger from heaven haggling over the shape of a mammoth exercise
Making the blissful assertion that giggling is the language spoken between
There is no disagreement in her beautiful bargain of enough love
Trying to find a shortcut between the rooted elemental playgrounds
To tiers of shelter must be negotiated with bowed humility
Sot sentry recognizes disheveled abstinence allowing unfettered access to temple sanctuary
Down a dozen steps low tones small talk behind her back
Staring at the small of her back
Giving permission to stare at her staring back
Holding hands descending down the stone stairs
Two yards plus half a foot of towering loveliness
Craving her caress

Slow Gun

During war the first casualty is the truth
During war the public demands heroic art
During war creation is usurped by destruction

Saw Row

Going to offer sanctuary instead deciding to refuse sentimentality
The happiness of voluntary immolation thrilled her insufferable need to endure
The monstrosities of calculated manipulations at the hands of cold calling shake down shills
His squat appalachian avarice betrayed by black lung
Making his egoic stand on a towering heap of dung
Waiting for the wheel to come around
These are the grave respects paid

Say Brea

Fertility in appetizing arched hips laden to reduce the probability of famine mortality
Feeding on the provisions afforded by a home of nine months
Tearing at the viscera of a vein of gold with greedy underground grubbing
The smell of respirated ethyl alcohol condensed on the inside of a pink trailer
Watching him die from ecstasy and misery
She called yesterday with a song
Something about how it was written with the word juggernaut
Whether or not she could put the plug in the jug or not
This is no slow romancing private stage
This is out of doors
The orange film builds a case for serial cohesion
Toe the cross
Speak the words
Exeunt

Wall Hidden

Calls through a mouthpiece of thick mucus from superheated air and sublimated alkaloids
Creating an insuperable bond of physical attachment which can only be dissolved
Which can only be reconciled by self imposed detached physical ambivalence
That is the desired end product of a carefully constructed premeditation
Instead of ambivalent the report states subject is sad and abandoned
She probably sent the report back with the postal carrier
She more likely discarded the report without a thought
She might have read the report but gave up tired of impossible cryptics and poor diptychs
She sent a photograph of her posing in the nude
She apologizes for forwarding the mixed message of sex and abandonment
She is posed in the photo to deliver the killing stroke through the shoulder blades of the bull
She points one of her toes to mimic the pawing hoof
She ignores any reference to paintings donated to her museum
She missed the horse wrapping around the report
A fox is trapped in the wall
A foal is steaming
A fox foal
Possible she has it but is keeping it quiet

Em Pyre

A winter of purposeful resentment began as an opportunity to live another segue to isolation
A winter began as her instructions manual
A winter to vibrate her dormant heartstrings
A winter ashen from burning hasty intimacy
A winter scattered by premature adulation
A winter buried by the flow of freezing rivers locked in frozen grief
A winter of expectations rejected in disbelief
Repeat one time plus repeat
Coddling coals of creation

Trading Card

Tripping on eyes over the course of a lifetime versimilitudinous to the gone eschewed dawn
Wondrous tea ceremony platform on which to unfold an angel upon
Finding the path to her head turned to the side and blushed cheeks
Negotiating with her hips the twisting cactus arms of giving pleasure
Gazing upon the wonders of full spectrum lips
Stopping short of resolution to allow time to relax
Discussing birds in flight with the other side of the wedge
Myriad dinosaur graveyards yield matrilineal eyes laughing
A silver coach approacheth the foot of shone knee mountains

Jangle Puss

Sure she is sure there is no certainty nor knowledge of intentional integrity
No certainty sometimes but not this time
She is right about a perfectly understood commission going ignored
Conceding her better insight about the flop house failures
So what is caught in a lie about not knowing interest in tripping to the island
She pretends she cannot hear anything nice made her mind up
Hoping that the cilia don’t create an unnavigable repulsion
What abuse is about is this chance to dig one last time
The final test comes to rest in the number two oval completely filled
Inhumane either way the slices divide out
The finality has overshadowed the once sunlit beauty
Taking leave before the revisions become a betrayal to the memory of a tight affair
Fire and air

Prams

Fivefold manner of identification tattles all
Waiting for a social aspect to warrant recognition
Listening with a cringe spread in waves from tittering
Mimicking a sensitive breed on the blink during loud noise
Her arrow hair owing a debt of thanks to angst
Ready to change her color to something demonstrative
Absolved of guilt with a blink of her baby blues
Delivering a dissenting opinion with persuasive control
Her admission of lopsided alliance fooled no one
Trying to conceal coded transmissions by crouching small
Rat praying in the wall

Bench Warmer

Hide emancipated population a little raw from separation from the largest organ of the body
Scrutinizing the landscape of a goaded malingerer
Her chiseled features softened by feminine singularity through inspired community
Amethyst staring from wishful eyes pleading blue skies
She permits a small repartee between cellular intrusions
Powerful safety in burrowing bomber jacket fingers
She strokes the same arm the same way and still nothing is understood
Necessary attraction ferments into obsessive indebtedness
She gets undressed from the acid test

Blast Hole

The drolleries have left the exclusion zone coated with the fine dust of ground granite
With the serene syrup movements of high risk demolition she flows down to butter
Breakers of five crack troops assigned to place charges in the mighty face of zoser
She lets the silence persist until she is sure nothing will shock her accelerant
The laypersons wait with naïve impatience for the specialist to assure complete control
She wires in her molded mayhem with sculptors reserve
Laying the brown doom in a childs pose self portrait
She strings the wire and waits

Tightrope

Occupying armies sunrise abrasion dispatch wave after wave aggressive adrenaline addicts
Push elbowing to the head of the line first after the alpha
Undermining individuality with staggering efficiency
Bringing immense flasks urine render dilute delicate moss scorched acids suspended in piss
Coming to hold conquered antique quarters with glib greed
Building context with sound bites of crushing overcrowding
Designing a fresh meat grinder out of the fangs of a sidewinder
Bringing lower arm flexible executioners clear cross country

Ear Hair Spectator

Investigation of parapsychology abates with stimulated respiration
She puts music at her beck and call puts the call letters from the station in out back
The sand slowly changes the surface of her purgatory floor
Stripping the layers of deposited body fluids
Cutting through back beat wacky build up
Popping the corks of porcelain porch monkeys fallen in the fault of subduction
She documents the missing programs in her annual inventory reduction
Explaining her anomalous consumption

Two Misteries

Walking purposefully back to the conference room through the sixties architecture
Elevating the importance of timed seismic activity to create intrigue and suspense
Entering the transporter with vague recollection of brutal clairvoyance
Mincing words with a miniature meat cleaver attached to a gold chain
Feeling a burn ban begin in the austere landscape of the periartic circle
Climbing a game show set to the lights by decapitating and tracheal intubing zombies
Sitting in stern erection for the cupping flight undertaken with casual ease
Waiting for the blows to fall on the perpetrators spine
Turning in the snow to take hold of the flying fists
Holding two legs of angle iron apart to keep them from welding
Crying for the reunited
Divided

Screw Tiny

Hiding the name of the intended recipient under a loincloth of bell gin linen
Confessing the obsession of parasitic hope at the last instant before indictment
Draining the thick dark broth hell of annexed impropriety with a stint of silver chain
Returning the gift for preemptory excuses of bow coop bunting on a starving digger
Taking the unpopular party to the convention of irresponsible dog drovers
Fumbling the gracious departure with look away nervous nuance and guilty influence
Suspicious of scalded animal slinking though intuitive of generalizations of matched pairs
She brushes the other side of her hair

Biker Queue

Waiting for the correct internal temperature to arrive in the converted snow cave
Grimacing from unpalatable altar gifts secreted into the starving gullets of gullible puppets
Burring the edge of keen danger casual strangers clanking steins of mind bending slime
Holding a stick of incense up to the headlight of a hardly motorcycle to determine suitability
Listening to dropped hints stir the blood of warriors waiting for the legend to arrive
Hearing bones rattle boxes of saurian seat covers soiled by eager emissions of missionaries
Circling the rambling shack out back of ramshackle tract houses coming to dusk
Dewy shoes and burning bellies inside a television tube turned to view hulks and crabgrass
Her black hair and leather underwear throwing coals on steam turbines pining
Her sister grinding a pound of blonde bliss from her high heeled lisp
Ticklish wisps

Ten of Clubs

The alchemist pores over the fine print of an
arcane procedure in the dim light of the sanctuary tower
Ghosts of guilty transgressions come to torment dormant synapses
Countdown to entitlement electrocutes a more even view of unperturbed solitude
Loss of tribal stature becomes unbearable in lighthearted witticisms and bedclothes streaked with gism
A long period drone crosses the sobbing sky throbbing alone
Each disrespectful hour turns heretic chaos into slow regret
Making stories miniature or mammoth depending on phantom cataclysms
Keeping vigilant for contact transmitted irritants
Diseases of neurotic narcissistic dysphoria travel up the fingers into a tumor behind the ear
A pile of ashes hiss in a downpour of handheld whores
The indicator beacon flutters a weak sputter and flashes off
A hag spits up a hacking cough

Full

Greedy for instant gratification of unattached authority figures unqualified to decide brides
Quick torment for the homemade demagoguery of possessed punch bag victims
Working the loose levers of hypochondriac symptoms
Refusing valid submissions xenophobic and stifled by scalding heat rash
Phony bones around yellow opacity cocooned by snobbish nonchalant audacity
Finding tender beauty in suspicious appreciation of prodigal dopers
Lay abbots on a sofa surrogate lecture circuit
Letting tomorrow happen unchanged
Waiting for the stench of criminal neglect of valuable suitors to subside

Strike/Oppose

Waiting for the line to drench black marble with consumption telegraphed from crankers oil
Befuddling vacancies in the conditioning of placebo beaters fugitive of voyeur meter readers
Ringing resistance against nepotistic disinformation schemes and ambitious to a seismic fault
Changing the embarkation of prepossessed immaturity to reflect whims of irrational animals
Knowing a place from the inattention to detail present in the casual indifference of a native
Minding the inventory of familiar surroundings with distracted oblivion afforded local livers
Pausing to let rage of stolen identity subside and assuaging the sorrow of a stood up bride
Letting largesse of a haunch back peddler continue to self destruct through carnivorous smoke
Biting the quick virus of sensation propaganda with boastful overconfidence and suspicion
Preparing the scene changers for hindered vindication
Planning a plagiaristic vacation

Myth Crying

Playing the easy shapes of morning on a pillow wet from fog come to rest in the cold
Determining the archetypes of energy are productive and inexplicable
Filling the space of loneliness with a thousand bags of white port in the dangerous dark
Understanding help has not arrived to assuage the chaos of insecurity
Surrendering to cheap categorization rather than pure intuition unimpeded by dollars
Petitioning the monitor to release her pixie light into the heart of doubt
Feeling impelled through the uptakes of her small perfection
Feeling compelled to stand next to her healthy direction
Letting go of destructive insurrection

Remote Outpost

Obscuring the sense of comprehension coming to her soft retreat with a dried brush
She throws her leg back and offers to let the prince fall in her sublime snare
A few strokes with stove blacking on a foreign canvas satisfies her sentient curiosity
She plays the melody of the prince into her palm and watches the feather flicker
A remote outpost signals the sensible movements of her slow to anger innocence
There is a long saga written in the skin of a goat on the east coast of green land
She has mapped the vortices and round abouts of the earth with an eye to place her prince
The sun carries her loveliness over the apple eight shins and rocky continental divisions
The sun shines on the quavers of her beloved prince lyric from loneliness
The sun dries the babes born on a synchronistic crossing of heavenly motion
The sun dries the tears of her sister calling for her to give strength
The sun goes about an eternal circle with the love of a prince a constant companion
The sun sings one and unabandoned

Drifts

Contemplating a short life obliterated by long memory cheating foreboding opportunity
Orange wrangled service from the other side of the world with serene benevolence
Looking into her eyes for the light somewhere ten trillion leagues within blue bliss
Holding still for thirst unslaked by the soul to come visit her overwhelming desire
Acknowledging the transmutation of her tiny wedding rings of lightning stacked
Marveling at the back of a gourd craned in braids to reveal the true sprite
Hoisting antlers to the sky in the oaken chariots of free spirits
Jousting with paper daggers under mushroom clouds of suspicious dishes
Staggering to the apricot trees of stepped journeys
Furiously burning a gurney

Chart Truce

She sends a guardian angel to scour the arroyos of uncertain curtain calls and curtsy flirting
A block away from the corner of first and lough I etiquette the sentry slouches weakness
Slow regret pouring off a stack of collusion puddles

in anticipation of litigation
A head on collision of x-ray vision and fish eye consensus
Out of breath of fire hose turning tricks on time
Amnesia for reasonable accomplishment
The spaces where the random pieces fit disappear into the body of the composition
A grid of impenetrable eyes repel impulse with the nervous laughter of contrivance
Woodsmoke burning the blistered histories of vernal equinox fortresses
Estimated to arrive an hour later lies and blackbird pies in the sky
What is necessarily salient is ignored
No room for the selfish or the bored

Cloudy

Allowing the vanilla belt raze cosmic perturbations on up the blue clay of rising horizons
Sluicing for placer shows won in the chutes of paralysis ascending colonies notwithstanding
Smothering smooth moves to make the race more adaptable to changing vehicles
Looking for the third point of suspension on the north face of gray matter hornswoggled
Peering with calm curiosity into a maelstrom of whirlpool whiplash
Knocking politely with a free hand rendering of digitalis precipitated from foxglove flowers
Snoring like a stack of busted chainsaws with a twitch under her leathery lids
Bathing beauties sunk in the strait of wand if you come through in the clinch
Playing arcs timed to catch the descent of cliff divers of occult occupation
Beaming the sweetest seamstress into the zenith between us
Beating genius

Song

She keeps him at arm length
She keeps him at arm length
She keeps him at arm length
With chaos and confusion

She sleeps at arm length
She sleeps at arm length
She sleeps at arm length
To stay the execution

She lives in twilight
She lives in twilight
She lives in twilight
On the edge of stagefright

She lives twice life
She lives twice life
She lives twice life
On the edge of a knife

She lives a nice life
She lives a nice life
She lives a nice life
Teasing them into stripes

She burn down her bungalow
She burn down her bungalow
She burn down her bungalow
Covering scars on fire below

She wants to harm things
She wants to harm things
She wants to harm things
To pay for absolution

She spins out twice a night On the peak of little boys She loses track of time to stay the execution

“It’s hard to grow a garden with a broken ho”

-Gary Leckie

Homespun

Rebirthing the art form of words with pictures of lillium casa blancas and our see eighths
Sunning in the light of rose eve felts calf ace disgrace and lateral stability from little fingers
Sitting next to the gaudy issue of light lumber and swift shifts to citrus projectiles
Shelving the vitriol for cavorting primal screams and ice cream extremes triplet posted
Twilling twelve senses into a twisting vase of vegetarian pretentious gratuity percentages
Helping less distressed hemispherics read right records and four mattresses in a rubbish bin
Toting torsos of manikin tots to arrange the strange harangue of a chin wad of meringue
Scrutinizing her pink thang

Two Stay Prill Six

Missing the friend of a friend that broke the heart of lightness with enduring truth
Commenting on the good fortune of mingling central energies of a mother drummer
Crossing paths with an important contact of fetid fame
Making time with a tall cellist in the soup line for wiggling hipbones
Meeting mercy in the same colors for blessing the temple
Bending at the waist to give verification to the flower girl
Wandering in and out of society
Changing editors
Heavy bettors

Saturnine June

Waiting for some weeks for the longest day of the year to feast on monthly mutton minutes
Going ahead into the party she waited on the infidel and called him by his given name
Ensconced in her clique and using the advantage of familiarity of territory to ambush
Filming a low-budget disaster movie in serial disarray brushes scattered under an easel
Coming close enough to make out the hair color and profile of the replacement therapy
Announcing the intrusion to an oblivious assassin of attachment by saying coming coming
Teetering on the edge of apprehension to realize resolution despite pulverized infatuation
Pausing for reflection yields the cognitive shift to illusion right angles of triangular truth
Missing her femininity with sad yearning
Castlellation

Looking out the window at egg sized rocks on a beach
Stretching as far as the eye can see from the window of a Polish glassblower
She wanders over to the small armchair and he massages her feet
He puts her warm soles on his belly for an hour and talks about building the cabin
He curls up to her light and kisses her left breast
She puts her arms around his neck
He lifts her easily to the bed
She undresses
And waits
Choice

Longing in the mouth for the end of a bowl of rise the tips of fingers on the bum rush
Looking like the body has a phenomenal shape though facial features ruddy in raw wind
Listing twelve degrees to starboard the transit of venus pauses in the pelican egg
Working the magic of selfless gratification helping the suction along the breakdown
Winding the reel into the projector with deft efficiency and letting the screen glow white
Feeding on the right eyeball of new book scrutiny with a preposterous executive appearance
Witnessing her oversight of condolescent missive transmission without recognition
Precision divisions of perfect shapes

How do I tell you what this portrait you have sent me has done?
There is no stretch of imagination that can fully convey what your beauty has made me feel. I am lost.
I am crushed into a trillion useless fragments of helplessness.
I am weak from feeling your wiles work into my flying heart.
I am slain and slumped in a heap of bliss.
I labor to write you from hands pitiful from an agitation of being unable to touch you.
You tell me I may like it.
That is the truest truth, durable, yes.
You have done an estimable thing, Megan.
You have buoyed/sunk me with one sublime portrait of your loveliness.
An angel with ginger hair and wings hid beneath it.
An angel with a halo that you have allowed me to see.
I am yours in adoration.
Take what you want.

Morbid End

God’s love is tighter than a twenty rock
God’s love is tighter than a twenty rock
God’s love is tighter than a twenty rock
God’s love is tighter than a twenty rock

He’s standing with the outcasts They’re standing near the edge
He’s standing with the outcasts
They just need a friend

Om trayambakam yajamahe
Suganhim pushtivardanam
Uvar ukamava bandanam
Mrityor mukshiya mamritat

He’s standing with the outcasts
They’re standing near the edge
He’s standing with the outcasts
They just need a friend

Om tare tuttare ture soha
Om tare tuttare ture soha
Om tare tuttare ture soha
Om tare tuttare ture soha

He’s standing with the outcasts
They’re standing near the edge
He’s standing with the outcasts
They just need a friend

To be godly study with godly persons
To be godly study with godly persons
To be godly study with godly persons
To be godly study with godly persons

Om bur bhuva svaha tatsavitur varenyam
Bhargo devasya dimahi
Diyoyona prachodayat

Station Aerie

Wondering how the state will slice the pie crustal plates sliding over subducted magma
Checking the involvement in the role of the century though this ones just begun
Memorizing the amnesia of sleepy appetite suppressed fatigued intercourse over demitasse
Worrying about voices suggesting maidenhair ferns stage names whispered all doses dropt
Continuing the work of starting with a gerund and finishing with immortality
Breathing in her intoxicating fragrance from across soup fumes billowing up from grates
Selecting the intake manifold from factory equipment and aftermarket sharecroppers
Waiting for decade dented cold cuts to precipitate from kamikaze cargo cult fly boys
Scrutinizing an oaf for tightening the docket of derelicted duty in campaign redder rednecks
Making calculations of weight and mass and velocity and time and distance and angels
Identifying the ruthless deception in eradicating debt simply regardless of penitent drudgery
Separating the loose ankles of opposition annoyances on the phone to their own hands
Inventing waves of incentive misgivings complete feast mode including trimmings
Counting the moments until honey soaks linen with the amber syrup of infatuation
Tallying the expenses of pathfinder entitlements wasted with oblivious birthright
Confiding in the thick sweat of deep down smooth thorough ravishing striking beauty
Passing the weeks struggling to not be moody
Fuss Traded

On the eve of the firewater famine the reporter strings out in the lion’s den
Then again it is apropos
Cold against the back of the cubs neck
You are again in the ivory tower of the illusion of sufficiency
Cloistered in what you describe as your ex-lovers house
Waiting for him to be fired so you can go back to the speakeasies of berlin
Then again it is apropos
Waiting on the mountain for the guru to come up and sit
There is something complete and completely ridiculous with wanting you
Something complete with being willing to be wanting you
There is so much the second chair violin doesn’t get
Where you go at two in the morning crossing the street light in fog
Your black hair tousled precise coming out of the goatfish shower
Coming out of the shower so he can’t smell the omnibus on you
Stopping the climax response because context is inferior
Because he is the only authorized to finish the surge begun on the top of the hill
That is why all the trees have to be plastic
That is why vice manhood is under wraps
Because he is the king of you and the other is only a prince of paupers
Month of Art

Receiving instructions on the morrows events
Leaving scant hours to play rainbow music
Following the urge to break out the tipi and drum a beanbag chair
Drumming in a meadow to doctor the eyes and watch a taiko kettle maestro
Clearing the throat with a visceral grunt
Carving a great circle in gigged harbor terraces
Kicking a foothold in terra cotta to descend uneven layers of switchback raku bars
Taking thimblefuls of poison
Spiriting away a pint each of deadly defoliant
Listening to bee beastly tails beat the leaves off trees
Finding a safe place to return gigantic bags of rhythm without displacing alien hierarchy
Bawdy Count

Theorizing the phlegmatic while the whole bomb crater
is dominated by the gargantuan ego of self-deluded royalty
Incapacitating the eye to hand coordination with over intellectual stumbles
and rum-soaked colonial oblivion
Adding up the four primary substances known to cause craving
in individuals predisposed to abuse
Etching memories on copper plates with the edge of a diamond wedding
ring stuck on a severed fat finger
Closing the ignorant mouth of spectacular freaks parading
along the ambivalent boulevard of pretense
Ending the festivities of overcompensatory low energy frequency blind catfish sucking
rotting corpses of the river bottom
Showing the eager disillusioned how steady favorites reject
the weak covalent force by accumulating ever more power
Ridiculing the liver-lipped losers by using the frigid forces of scapular embrace
Eyeing the swollen bellies of barrio babies tempting the fashion offenses
of perimenopausal turkey hawk hens
Shortening the interpretation of button adoration in flagrant
condemnation of savory cones of sustenance
Truing the spokes of grapefruit laden volkswagens with self
centering degeneration of institutional greed
Rubbing the forehead of thrilled fillies until the obsession subsides
under the tidal forces of sorceresses
Counting clouds on the fingers and toes of a whole village of Inuit
alarmed at the thin patchiness of seal hides
Sucking down noodles with a thunderous lisp under the guise of walk
wired feminine flyers
Crushing Blow

How to keep the faith in spite of certain risk to the heart
Customs to learn if there is time to
You must remember this a kiss is just a kiss
Your heart is heavy with abandonment
All these many years later
God will rescue from his torment when the lesson is learned
God will free you from the illusion
A bird will fly with a butterfly on his back
And everything will be sunshine
Surplus Suffering

Guts lying unwound in wet steam
Thoughts flying unbound in the jet stream
The percussive clap of thunder signals love is at an end
Her hackles are up in codependent alarm
She wanders through a friendship like a shortcut through an apple orchard in Selah
She waters a eucalyptus tree with the victim’s plasma
She wanders to some other trough for trenchmouth
Wrapping a light brown pinkie around a brittle heartstring
The temple concubine takes back her snare and nets
A fleeting number of days on the bliss binge
Coming unhinged again from dying abandon
Touring her museum with eyes burned out with branding irons of the circle em ranch
Trying to answer her demands with the mute struggle of a tongue
Cut from the head of the most easily emotionally attached boy in the universe
Falling Down

Ruminating on the potential withholding of two thirds of ease and comfort
Fretting over the chance a bird will be stolen
Averting jaded eyes to the eighteenth epoch
Locking the lights once initial reports suggest surrender
Constraining interference among poorly executed Asian chromatic scenarios
Counting the coordinates of absentee feeler gauges appearing identical
Spinning discs of simultaneous programs written in the grout of an airport water closet
They’re all packing powder out of the southern hemisphere
Preparing the smug snobbery of an incongruous departure at the appointed hour
Wrapping her wide hips in a wet bower
Little Card

Heres how the whole thing went down before anyone fell in love
The revelation of catholicism came as he rode his bicycle past holy rude cemetery
Providing the sure explanation
She had waited several years for an offer of marriage in certainty forthcoming
as dictated in catechism
When his offer failed to come she withdrew intimate contact
He was disallowed her body
The marriage was the bomb meant to disintegrate the man who
had left her waiting four months on a remote island in the pacific
The alternate scenario had the roman asking her hand to which she declined stating she still was holding out hope for the desert island reunion of her long lost love
The roman then refused her yet hadn’t the guts to evict her
So there she stays in his bed foregoing fornication in the language of the church
The way between them fixed
The tertiary mercenary left to find an approximation of one month of happiness
Friend Calls At The Right Time

Waiting for the craving to subside
Waiting for her to feel the pull of Saturn
Waiting for the understanding of trust
Understanding the blazing neon sign yes she has carved a place out for him
The cringe is postponed indefinitely
Talking to her in the throes of seclusion
Taking time to process her wayfaring
Waiting for her to see why tension builds
No more the insecure
Succumbing to happiness pure
The reason he comes is he’s lonely
An immense sign reads this is temporary
Being rewarded for being an aloof orphan
Tallying the proceeds of speed freak lust
Crushing the common law husband to dust
Enduring the celebrate of dissolution
Curing the toleration by revolution
She is in an uprising of delicate proportions
Keeping true north through distortion
Old Man/Young

The oracle gave augury on love and futures
Waiting vague for needy whining to vaporize into willingness
Imposition of will interjected into tenuous estrangement
Lyrics fall between her unprecedented appearance
Growing albino tubers in fecund caucasus loam
Her necklace thrown askance in atwitter theater
Bobbing in paroxysms of catatonic impatience
She watched the vestiges of her childhood recede into her dehydrating genitalia
Into maiden infertility
She worships with reverent devotion at any artist’s feet
She prostrates her nude vessel of sublime lust for sacrifice
She braces in unwavering denial for interminable astounding salvation
She is bewitched by the bean counterrevolutionary’s cold financial transaction
She cannot forget her rescue from the tropics by this loveless companion
She cannot let slip his banker’s grip on red chakra pandering
She holds the american dream between her cinnamon thighs
Waiting for purple desert skies
Drops

Moving the southpaw further south
Minding the fabric fitting with sensible shrift with flushed face
She copies the illuminated manuscript until she needs to shift the bind of her blue jeans
The conservative cut and caress of her shape
Without a second thought
Adjusting the slack until she is comfortable in the manner of a well bred debutante
Removing a bone from a mouthful of salmon mousse
It is no use she is tremendously clever in her innocence
The fatigue of autumn falls wet into the back of her mouth and down her throat
Yawning el nino snowpack in the sierras console the greedy thirsts of
Santa Cruz’ ruthless consumption
Coming all secured into the terrors of home
Blending the blessed with the profane
Apportioned pain
Study of a Fair Boxer

Van Gogh and Rembrandt took pains in the body of work
Making the observation the artist ceaselessly autographs
Ritualizing observation of the first person singular
Copying the masters work with rote inflection
Driving transitory perception
Half A Life

Cantering the startled horses under the spell of rumor
Placating the grandstand gladhands of milquetoast envoys
Ignoring the undifferentiated prurience of flushed jockeys
Intonating with the whorls of the littlest finger
Picciacating with the ridges of a thumb able to right angle
Using the power of disgust to ridicule the curious gestures
Remaining in the path of refunded insult for either direction
Trying and flailing in the distracting batholiths of Nespelem
Intuiting her punishments self-contained through inertia
Reflecting the sunset light around her freckles
Talking at the moment of phased array unconscious departure
Keeping incense vigil among the altars inverted photographs
Wondering if a painting a week can absolve trust dissolved in tears
Fearing the best case scenario for vespertine lotharios sabotage
Feeling the life drain out of the life line by undermined manipulation
Wondering which explicit exit is her reserved death touch
Ruler

The eyes come rushing to see who has breached the cell wall
An intruder has come to do harm to the deceptive glory seeking sheep eyed meat addicts
Pieced irony is overwhelming to her true seeker
Lost dry ready to burn flash gone an instant blaze unnoticed by the earnest eyed slow killers
The cautious mediocrity of safe assassination sloppy awkward
and ineffectual blithering their customary way
She snapped her cellphone shut and pressed her duck lips together
She snapped her ankles shut and confessed her countless trips to the area
The area
She wanted her head to come down to the area
Calm down her head area
Have her head give her something for her head something to come down
Give her head and comb her down
Down there hair come up for air
Her goddess pose comes and goes show and go in sidewalk repose
In the streetlight shadow of second and bell
At the end of advent cold as hell
Wet nipples tight closed nasturtium night
She asks for a light
The pipe glows in her blistered lips
She works at an empty museum for tips
Credit

Out of things to juggle
Out of the corner of her eye
Fingering her ring finger
What was that comment about laser beams?
Juggling water
Shoot tomb
Shoot
She okay she
Olivia of the living line of questioning
Sweet as honey
Money
She asked what I did for money
So I strolled her to my nearby sculpture the capitalists were using to sell salvation
In a yoga studio I was at one time responsible for legitimizing in metaphysical terms
Showed her where my thumbprint would obliterate the cock of the walk
Where my thumbprint would make the most of her delicate attraction
She looked closely at the thumbprint on the hand worked piece of copper
and waited for me to seduce her wet loveliness
Reducing her fretful loneliness
A thumbprint on this legitimizing sculpture on this superficial hill overlooking the bay
What was with that finger?
That fingered finger ringing in the new year
The question lingered
Though she gave me a look of disappointment when she saw my back getting smaller
When I left early left in the lurching excuse for a church
Left looking
Her black eyes cooking my enigmatic reactions
Thinner

She walked away hellion bay bookstore drooping behind a shelf of used models
Hers still shaped attractively but the tension had emphasized slight flaws
Though she held her head high-oblivious to the scrutiny of estrangement
She was constantly working under the principle of uncertainty
There was no way to know whether the waves and particles which made her crave
crushing pressure on her nipples when I was down on her would predictably behave
Probable certainty relative to tongue action
Her habit of leaving her lingerie in my bed when she went
home to the one who kept her off the street
Home to the one she pretended had married her
Trying to believe the lie of money
Contact Forest

The letter came maybe two weeks after she been seen last
Her terse report from the abortionist gave grim detail to the black separation
She wrote chronologically
The tango studio was looking for dance instructors
Lotharios to fit the bill of sketchy scenarios
Her warm ways had shriveled cold in black and white blanket data
Daily minutiae
Facts
If she were my sister I’d find who was to blame and mete out a fitting reward
How to justify
I pondered the punishments
The brutal amusements
She became more and more wild eyed
Given to long quests to the mountains to look for animal bones
Cattle strayed off a drive
Moose gone up to the happy hunting ground from hoof and mouth
Selling her bones to upscale art houses
The kind that abuse artists
Extorting bony ideas greedily
Curtain

The projected receptor of blue metallic sweaters and fringe leapt at the guy wire
The ultimate mentor manipulated the sloppy thumbscrews of thunder shoes
One watching the other die of tuberculosis contracted in an expansive mexican cargo ship
One watering the lilies which will be lain on the virulent chest nigh deceased guru
Has the tuberculin agent
Has it
Leaving the tea leaves to settle the day and hour in his gray spittle chin whining whiskers
Cigarettes picked up off the sidelines of the subtropical playfield to smoke oil pumpers
She dumps her project on the confessional delicatessen dancers on fire
Unwilling to retire from the question marks absorbing her menstrual blood
Those fucked up ass wipes wondering why they live here
They come from places with more than one name
Los angeles
The republic of texas
Arguing with no one in particular about the state of things here
That there should be cheerfulness
This place is grieving
This is the place of grieving
Do not attempt to spin it into cotton candy and butterflies
Cotton deranged with weevils
Butterflies changed into maggots
Trifecta of Pampers

The bus had stopped the rain had stopped rolling through with a trifecta of pampers
She came rolling through with a virgin yes limbs in her pursed lips and the diapers
She was selling them at four and pike on thanks giving
Her pale sockets and tight pedal pushers smelled like spermicide in an ashtray
Her daddy was a pedophile and her mama was a dishrag
She wrote her own ticket on the back of a black bus transfer filed by color and letter
She was trying to find her brother in rent untreated for her life chaotic
Her brother’s name was airing on the monologues of circular councils
Her brother was moving a mountain of heroin one grain at a time out of the bloodlines
Her brother was teaching beading and dream catcher geometry applied topiary
Her brother taught frugality by emphasizing grand mother’s things are not inexhaustible
Leather scraps cut to meticulous size efficiently carefully
Things that seem to surreptitiously appear in the everyday routines of the lost ones
Behavior modification at the most subtle level
Without the modifier being aware of the quantum partition of undesirable behavior
Her brother is working his way out of the institutional oppression of the bloodline
She sucked the nerve endings out of the alley between a union and the university
She put the back of her wrist to her lips
Her bony hips
House of Whir Shape

Weakening the grip of electromagnetic telekinesis by dancing the draw lose and dusty
She appeared between the shoulders of patrons bobbing beaks to a break beat bar band
Black pupils the size of china clippers
Raging on white cap storm surge pass splash of cider strewn deck swab
Unheralded defining words wiggle out of her love struck lips and nestle in my tickled ear
Working the schedule until stars align in the sextant and minutes mount cross tropic
Suns reconcile in near parallel trajectories nigh intersectant arms of crabs
Her sky an absolute nebulous fantasm of intelligence
Steely perfect zero gravity defiance
Jungle Yellow Waif

On a commanding veranda silk straps of retribution fall in street theater elevation of artistry
Gritting out the marathon on a pace to explode in record time
Fraternizing with the bestial bureaucracy