she is a whole country on its back
swirling with the strength of
a million lovers.
5 hundred thousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousand
unions
lemon lavender twirled tongue
punctures numbers
-the ones that won’t show their faces!

so let me erase this from my digitized exis—————–

synchronized minds- hard to find.
running my nail on the width of a dime.
put your lips against mine.
let go.
your travels explode on an infinite centerfold
and i do or die lie awake like a body in detox
swaying in treetops…
i stare at the sun, get past the flames
past the white light and look into the heat spots
sun spots/little black dots. knots in my neck/rock pockets.
AND MY PIXELS EXPLODE!
over new york, jersey city, LA, san francisco…
kaua’i…the belt of orion…
then reappear inside the roar of a lion
i was dyyyyyyyyyyyyyying on the inside.

scorned. dead. reborn.
sworn to myself
i was, am, and will be in love
with the idea of love
my heart explodes!! -pixels.
the idea of love suddenly turns ugly, sickels
and cuts gashes into the flesh that i’m clasped in
the bakers are wolves for molasses.
a song has been born
and a song, it has died.

the past is a sandblasted grain
it’s like quinoa rain
…it’s like something i just can’t explain…

tame my ego, my esteem
me. she sets me free when
she decides to leave we
upside down me
in a backwards world
playing marbles with pearls in the sea.

pet the pony goodbye.
gallop away on the part of me that needs to die.
ride your horse through the sky, pegasus breath…

it looks how it smells how it tastes in my eyes.
death the next 3,000 miles.

dalai lama and mao are the same
-in which they both feel pain
but display it in different ways…

i am a dinosaur
getting in the way of an asteroid,
cacacacacacame from the earth!
representing the earth!!
there.
what the fuck do you want from me?
i am toxic.

…all’s it takes is a whisper
in the form of some roar
and this avalanche becomes yours.

all’s it takes is one flash of your face
and i smile
which cracks to a laugh
and i laugh
until i cry
uncontrollably.

we’re off
we are floating
we’re lost
-or that’s how it seems…

i just remembered a part of my dream…
-that was weird.

on a rocket…
a strapped racketeer
in iraq
is the toxic avenger
remember, we’re energy
drunk and obnoxious
until tennessee
asks nashville a sentence
and then spits your frame into memphis
to go see the king,
the studded stud…

on a rocket
a dead pilot lies in the cockpit
a hop skip and jump
and a light year
inside of a leap
so the pilot died
or he’s asleep

not a rocket
-a missile
a war on more sheep
who are trying to round
up the cows.

bare beauty is what the “what” is.
manna.
it is how she fit in my hands
and my arms stretch twenty feet long
but my brother has his own life to live
and he can’t carry my hands forever
anyway…
right above our sky lies the ocean
shafts of light break through
a current of asteroid
to become dust
and then us.

once man has learned to create life, game over
here comes the black.
soft wave. soft hair falls to the ground
as we stand
calcium stick figures
shadows blasted onto the wall
only one native left
pulling out wads of wheat paste
matting mirrors
to the blank eyes of hand puppets.

poke and prod, maced by a cotton swab
milk flowing down park avenue
fences in herald square-
when’s a recession a depression?

whenever the windows get smashed
and fire gets thrown. . .a good guess,

men will be tried in this lifetime.

lets get it down now
lets get it out
I am no cow on this subway.

…the white house won’t see a depression.

the white house has blood, it has milk on it’s hands
we watch the world sink in pink quicksand.