water

like it's sweet
to have water when the desert rolls to your feet
and a whisper's not so bad when it blows through your teeth
instead of holes you get treats
like the smoked lung can now breathe
after handfuls of hope become beads
to drape a necklace of dreams
over your toes when you sleep
...
i awoke in a stream
of consciousness
and drove my car to the green light and the painted intersection
taking big gulps
and knowing it's good to be floating
(to have a spring in my winter and a fall in my summer
..wherever the months go off to
and however the days melt and crystallize
the flow
through me
watered the orchid that bends and twists and hangs and grows with my
love
)
into you

nebulousnNever,neverNo where?

swim spinning in pools of turquoise smoke
my head spilled like soup with steam drowning in my eyes

pupil
lucid
born
through elephantine ideas gripping the hinges of nebulosity

cus crystals are in caves
and the most limpid iris
fused to an inky pupil

In this divide
a palpable pore
a wet lip
: the fuck in the tenebrous terrain

i'm smelling my sweat
riding the curves of life

this feels


good.





around

a silence with something to say

u

i

manage
i'm (not)
something
simple, (wanting a)

yes
over and over
u

Claustrum

claustrophobic hanging on
the dimples on a white screen
shavings of caterpillar bones
cocoons of cocoons


small plastic cell waves
pierce my ears
locked to bodies, two bodies
(claustrum, bolt)

the yoke i strain with broken shells
i put back together
and grow
and twist
like a tree
winding up a beanstock

more than pieces
gathering fully in bloom
there's a petal brushing your face
with closed eyes and a late summer tinge
deliquescing
into a winter reverie
tip-toeing around the corner

i remember when you jump on me with your arms and legs wrapped around my body like a koala










elephant tusks in the bath of a misty morning

horse pubes and pussy salad

my mind on a string of hard days
swung over my head
tied by horse pubes
and now
i'm gorging on tuna
with legs and dimples
while my friends in south korea struggle to keep their kimchi
.
my food jumps to me
i only open my mouth
the landmines in laos kill a 100 a year
more than 100 million left
and my tuna isn't fresh
it's like a rotting vagina
but the place down the street
they get their fish fresh daily
i choose like a wiseman who says
choose well

kingdom celebration

tourniquets and belly dancers caught in landslide victories
for the sheep herders and those who speak words of leaders
as king or pawn
-At the great party!
celebrate the kingdom and the golden year
for today we've turned the corner and shoved the stone in the sword
and spun a virgin from a cotton brothel.
so, come celebrate, for the kingdom's at its feet.

linger twice and the sentry station will blow your brains
snicker in the corner and a guard will cut your balls
eunuchs make the lasting impression
for the young ladies and perhaps a knight or two
and in a night or two watch
for
the temptress
dazzled with the white flower show
with a white power bow
and silk stockings stretching to the jester's bells
jingle jolly
the kingdom's falling
we all get up again
we all get up again