Thursday, December 3, 2009

in short; in abstract




do you ever feel like paul newman
in Lucky Luke
when he's in the church
staring into the void of god's turned back
sweaty, your bumbling friend tries to blabber
and bullets end:
what we seem to have here, is a lack of communication..


but how do you tell boss
that yeah, net profit is down
but so is sanity and
moral

your professors that
i'm sorry you sell yourself first
and educate fourth

her that
being an occasional whore
just isn't enough
fulltime whore is all i can aspire to be

sidewalk worms is all this is
cold damp dying decomposers on man-made stone
point a to
point b
soon to die
and wither
corpses baked in the sun until vanishing miraculously
or dusted shadows exhibited

nature's low-ball humor
that's quite over my head

Friday, October 23, 2009

the new
dick exhibits
male pattern balding

new dick
has
something unknown
to self

present dick
came after someone else
who came after me

new dick
did come though
(cum)
though,

new dick
filled a hole
maybe in a
heart

new dick
knew little

new dick
bigger?, i ask
not wanting
(needing)
to know
the answer

knew
known
dick
having push old useless
dick out of the (pussy) picture
..(d

Thursday, October 22, 2009



linens
no lights
for twenty one years
i pass you

let'(us)
get on down
to business
we are after all
biologically
emotionally
tied to it

lighting the fuse
to the ensuing bottle rocket
psssssssht-pssshoooom
pop


no second chance.
thee
last stand
found wanting

i wish to rip off
that sink
that counter
those bedsheets
stains
package them
to be thrown to the river
engulfed in a falling wind
splash (gulp)
and forgotten

never again-
but for a moment almost once-
will it ever be
that violent collision
between a prize and
it's folly

d well
it is
how it
has gone.

and left
our
brown and red bodies
black dots
white eyes
are yours

in these cold lonely months
we've always been for you
caressing corners above your bed
buzzing down
into beverages, mouths, ears

we piss through our knees
to let you know we care
and that
we're sorry too.

Saturday, October 17, 2009



tuesday:
you were changing
she thought you pointed
to a blouse
and let go
breaking you

broken hip
bruised skull

open her up!
open her up!

( stroke)

wednesday:
drugs age alzheimer's
pain
and all that
could be said
by you
was
oh god… oh god

oh… ,
god

Thursday:
you're gone

he watched you stop
breathing
being
..

don't worry, you're in good hands
at $10/hr working with the loonies
with their slipping minds
rummage through
their jewelry
etc affects
Drop

good hands now
so they say
i started with you
( us)
an after hours drunkard
punching out consciousness
praying
hoping for what would
could
(was)

kissed surrounded by death
fucked on concrete
fucked in transportation
sucked in transit
linger

(ing) on
now;
consciously aware of past
(fucking glorious)
moments
i never came once without praise

thank you for loving me
i never understood it
when you spoke th( )
having taken it for granted
i now here myself wishing to say the same
yet instead silently
sitting a whore
wailing
rabid
at the faintest distraction
(of)

discarded pasts(
possible futures)
i never want this
if i (had it)
can not
with you