dogodogondogon

you don't feel enlightened after listening to a high priestess, that
was a prerequisite to be in her audience
now i have keys like coupons
on the verge of handing them out on the street
i believe in the product; you don't know if it will work for you
like it does for me and i
suppose you would think that
we can't use the same door anyway, colored folk
you are colored folf, you, have ash on your forehead, you
take those memories with you, you, know sacrifice when you see it but only because
you only see sacrifice
i can't take all these loved ones with me so i don't go
yet, that might be cultish
but i'm still offended by the occult - is this simply too
tantalizing to be cynical?
not all taste is true
all taste is true
if there is a god he taught me how to run
like i'm sneaking up on another devil
and he has me hunting them down methodically
catch and release, but truly
fish don't go to heaven but fish aren't fish
truly, i haven't figured that one out yet
talk about opposition: sometimes i am ambushed by myself and my

if there is one thing to leave you with it is this
NOT ALL EARTHLY BEINGS ARE EARTHLY
inorganic taoism
if i had to guess, 3% downloaded
out

nubian

bug got squashed and the colors were stunning
stunned right here
at fingers - oil and dirt, basically
asphyxiated on spinning tread
breathing exercises are a thing of the horizon
thing of the immortal, i am
gyropry
abolish this shack of language
these shackles of perception shake
that else
i am shaman
you are shah

nu au coussin bleh

i'm tired of playing the non-black
people don't evolve in a single generation you don't
evolve a single bit
you're an improvement on me like jeopardy champions
are an improvement on dogon elders
doggone elders with the wrong mythos
i'm kirbying
for lack of acute knowledge of that legend
the hat looks the same because i haven't learned enough
i'm tired of playing the non-black
who was Yakub punishing in the first place
i lived in this cave for millennia i lived
in this cave for 20 some years and
the light is unfair

refsnyder

this is the coward's brush! i found
it while he was still in bed, outsleeping his obligations
the paint goes on dry and the bristle is worn to a stubble
i break it to you that this webspace
is the ejaculation of a blind man
who sees only what he dreams
he partitioned his misery into this and
runs but only technically
now trapped on safari
outback and urbana sides of a non-coin
ready for the negation of a negative by one more book
you opened a third eye not the third eye
now they infest like maggots
blind man covered in other people's eyes
homeless man in a box, on a couch, maxx
built a cypher that is sputtering toward the
moon and you are acting untoward
i still give a damn about the synapses
as long as body can defeat the mind
it could be as easy as letting go

twat

some of them figured out they weren't hitting home anymore
i guess they left, or i did
nothing came in their stead
who is this letter from and should i bother to arrange the words
suppose it's like being a divining rod to a 5 second clip of a radio talk show
you divined that it's be a good idea to change course, concurrent
with the practice of your predecessors
i hope i never get the chance to explain that one to you
can't say it's fashionably obscure, that answer is on the board
obtuse
and isn't that my modus operandi
isn't that my dialect
much the same, you don't need to be whittling something out of me
there's no true form here, i had this argument with my nutritionist
he or she told me that i wasn't there
schrödingers cat in the least likely of situations
no, they said, you're fictional
why can't this entropy leave me be
you die when you lose the tenor in your voice
but it isn't just you and i
and between the two of us
you used to keep some pretty standard secrets, goodonyou
now the only secret i have is an allergy to stonefruit
keeping the formatting a secret from myself
formatted everyone else's secrets into the german language area of my brain
so i don't have to deal with your humanity
formatting myself into france
so i don't have to deal with germany's humanity
in all likelihood i'm wrong anyway
all this just to show that i'm the greatest secret keeper
more of a secret maker that has a natural panache
[sic] sick again, not me but sick of those who remind me of weak me
not wordplay, i dragged and dropped that game of pong out of my head like
i was on the treadmill
but i'm a red herring in a hot tub

breakchaste

when i entered the room my mother had cut her hand
and i thought it was seen again for a moment
like with the stairs or the car she was sitting solemn
what was the difference, the coked-out crown moulding?
i'd had a cask of the immortal with all my amontillado
i'd had a casque on my soul all this time
so i played with fire
worried more about sisyphus than syphilis, mistakenly
and only now is the palsy subsiding

odin's afterbirth

indulging myself in rebirth by allowing myself to consider
the merits of rebirth
have we all binoculars
internet as a democracy making me a republican
i want danger i want passion i want bad culture
i want half-truths to balloon into cultures and
disrespect them as you like for yours
is the one true world
most of the time the only thing that feels universal is art
but nobody else seems to like norvis jr
stop atheists from cutting the string
is it entirely unfeasible for our puppeteers to coexist?
i contradict myself
buddhists that are reborn muslims are not reborn
combo breaker
islamic trees and the end of all things
i was the moon in another life

moltsen

the slumped over men with chiseled backs,
it's right to fear them
what i know of posture, and what i know of men
assures me that they've earned it
they have paper bags and one die
they are not a deviation - no!
another element
ferishers of saturn, maybe
they are filled with smoke and moons and
a different gravity
inhaling the world before them as one climbs a rope
inconceivable!

can take age

lots of us are simply bit players in the war on humility
does that insult you?
a de medici wouldn't sweat it
our de medici's are the koch brothers? accept
that we don't have enough intel to be les gens "x"
tie up your loose ends and be on time
time is forever? except when you're feeding a family - or
maybe especially then; i am ready to be told
read a book - implied: that you should read many
bill waterson is just your twitter header

i gave myself license when i needed vouchers
i'd like to give everyone a voucher for this solitude i've discovered
i suppose this is me, offering it to you
there are only the hand-me-downs, from Tomaz
and I don't wear him nearly as well as he did
it's no matter
i'll persevere and change again
into a different earnest white male
i guess

fuck this shitty ass pen

too much like woody allen in an elephant's diner
should i say something?
my hemming is weakness
my weakness is a shot of testosterone, gross
i aspire to Larry David's perch now
not that it was Mansa Musa's before
tempest of self-pity, that's my squad

you, earthmother, stranger's son

no problem here.
everyone is a person, damn
that trail is only there in the right light
everyone that you don't meet is constantly walking away from you
i'd never
he'll show up when he does and i
just want you to consider the voyeur satisfaction in thinking about it now
i just want you to hate me before you meet me
their paint is in our veins, don't you understand?
look at these circles under my eyes
i didn't put the lines above my drawers there, did I?
that's high grade stuff, opium
you know it's good because, err
your dad never would, would never, wouldn't
touch those words with his tongue?
my questions are like bubbles and burps now, giggles of humility
they used to be hiccups and hammers
but you dance more when you aren't watching

before work

someone spiked my coffee with joie de vivre
someone spiked my food with joie de vivre
i am a puppet of the immortal
their hands smell like feet and tickle my nostrils
and i am tickled, tickled
tan. malta resembles malta, in a funny way
it is 1950 and dusty and apologist guidos
vape - at 9:10 in the morning!
marilyn only uses the elliptical, so she doesn't
know about the missing declined bench
i am in the original "find the 7 differences" and in
the other picture i am a bigger man
i fit right or wrong, i am a aware of my spatial awareness and how
damn good it feels
to have this dimension like i have a coat in winter
if my dollar is in a landfill so be it

the ketchup

my brightness lights up when I cough
this is a suppository of
peerless words - but not in the good way
waiter! there's ennui in this abstractness
how come 5 years olds can race rainbow road but not buy a beer
that isn't what saying, that's not when this started
when this started my computer was fluctuating in brightness
and it still is
it's been 45 minutes
it's been 45 minutes
find me some peers please
find me some society
because I don't have the stomach, or too much
because I work hard but don't try hard
denzel curry and eskimo kisses
i'm not going to have this conversation
this is the bridge and it"s in 7/4 time
no time for grace notes time for pushups
glitz is how i mean it and not how it's meant
and i'm meant to be glitzy and stormy and a drop
in the pan
i wish i didn't lash out
and i don't think that i do

ffs

we may have birds for a reason
was sun tzu close to god
like i am close to marlowe
gravel of the mouth
i wish i had time to sit down and fix the bike pump
i am drunk

be mindful of our slavic hosts please

more like this

the days are moving faster now
thwanging drums rattle suspiciously
daydream of darker days, dream
i think i need you here because my mouth stagnates and sputters otherwise
stutters out new rhetoric
everything is tribal and i live with the hicks
wild cornberries
entitled white fathers with good intentions and temper tantrums
everything is chewed right up by that same old drone
residual stains of real life
lenny kravitz hot car
it's not not so serious; cosmic and i scream in
my head about the third dimension, still
i am pressing to see that new color like it will save my life

momencita

i cloyed my way to the top; you know
a lot more about the lives of prophets than you think
this is not my beautiful safeco
a slugging adonis is desperate to lock away his
memorables
mississippi mud and all
what gods will part the clouds in absence of the venezuelans?
every far away place is a fairy tale
my heart isn't in anything intuitive
contrary to your curriculum, mary jane

look at this
wandersome tourist
putting stickers on the backs of all our women
and dollars in the pockets of our men
their period piece

bouchard told me to add him on facebook
maybe it wasn't the case that i was considering dual
citizenship
after all,

sweet or tangy? my shame
is a color, not a taste
it is melatonin
my ego blushes and hulks until
you put him down
baseball is intricate enough!

we've established: i should keep looking
for my own pasture
or at least one where i am the wolf
a sheepish cow in a sheep's (vacation home)

mandy sees my salience? mandy
is hundreds of miles away
perceptive as it is, no minister is handy enough -
or sells rohypnol, for that matter
aiden is the tree

brett

/
they're not gonna give you nothing
somebody did something to you
/

i'll look at the hands of every couple i walk by
but here i am explaining myself to myself
the woman in the red dress, the city
hasn't spit on her yet
the author has a contact buzz from some desensitized metropolitans
the author is going to a museum exhibit on a heroin addict
cognitive dissonance dissipated
jmb wrote like me
but i'm writing it here
i'll come back for you later this summer
but the city won't be there, gone

.tv

rustle and tussle
we steal the smallest of stones with the soles of our shoes
it isn't serious
apa and tasi escaped and this is the
first i'm writing to you of it
the whole thing
i'll damn myself with the very first word if i
try to give you the scoop
slides and bowls in chavez ravine
we balk home runs
to free the ones who are ready
chrysalis reliever

screamer

yeh wob ley gudda man say

scat like the world is never going to end

and your vcr only

rewinds

trapped beast with short legs

is the white moderate

hedonist personified or simply 

a fever dream of bernard shaw

keep warm in different orbits i trust

that you've evolved from your anthropo

centric past

yes the crown was mine

but carbon date that fucking

cement before you criticize

because in that moment I deserved the the throne

building's in mud now

driver at the well would have wanted this

so i hotwire you out of my life

MY SENTIENCE IS RHYTHMIC 

on offbeats i scold whatever indulgence

i've suffered

because it is suffering to be anything but youth

nobody notices the grace notes

tick tack

conductor's baton is predator

beyonce uggs jelly beans

i'll take the one with caked on concealer
it isn't demeaning for a moth to claim a streetlight
i know a lot about jagoffs, you'll see, i
surround myself with stupored sprits
do you see how small i am in the backseat of ptak's car?
to this water bottle: take off your mask
does The People's Court take suggestions?

ibuproof

vin scully is concerned for my well being
how much do you know about me?
do you hear? there are black triangles
in the corner of my eyes and i hear the low drone
of intergalactic war horns twice a week
it's about to go to shit
norvis jr said: shout out immortal beings!
but i pay lip service to no man
this is the foxhole in which i choose to live out
my pious life
my bachelor pad in a dusty fold of the universe, in
before the great vastness envelops and starts anew
if i sought refuge from my determinism i would look to you, sunset

corn field mud heel

i am at the end of a sword that bores through the whole universe, you found me
sharing a knowing look with a nearby train
for once this all makes sense! what of the empty canisters
and the collaterally pigmented digits
i waited until i no longer believed it to put it in writing
nonetheless, i hope you were satisfied by detroit
another false origin story -- but now!
now i've achieved the sublime! we don't have to go back to the way things were
the clear and
present danger was the key
or my key. i skirted an ending that boasted of finality
and all for a promise that i made to you
wordlessly, needlessly, earnestly

S/S Adon

i was wrong about florian thauvin -- who's the mole?

they'd let you eat dinner with a bloody nose

this table isn't exclusive

nor is it of any inherent value

as they say in london, c'est la vie

you can sit with us but we hadn't planned on staying

because when the sun goes down we rot a little

and eventually everything becomes more abstract

we learn to throw a baseball about 50 different times

can you put it by the noble slugger?

this ratfuck catcher wants me to throw a change

and i only throw those to lefties and pretty girls

regardless, they always hit em out of the park 

there's a difference between platoons and just being a shitty pitcher

and there's also phil coke

you can inhabit anything you're born into

so long as you keep your face clean and 

don't fail your classes

where do i stand now

norvis^2

i still have my youth

do i not still have my youth

maturity is a pyrrhic prize

Ithaca

you dispossess me of my volition at times
we have non consecutive time codes so that
unwary travelers aren't driven mad by the constant ringing
of church bells in midwestern towns
how much longer before we stop mentioning the sprawl altogether
are the limbs the first to go?
what do you think of the immoral pugilist, internet nerd?
now we draw joie de vivre from unusual places
it keeps us goin- ah! goodbye

more

i'm not mila jovovich, you know
you know?
it's not post-anything when I do it, more like
simul-abstractionism
in person, i would have been long interrupted
auto-eroticism sounds like a luxury
what transpired in Ljubljana would have underwhelmed you
and yet I've a shrine of it in my continuum
so what are we to do

latin

fire a
flare into the coliseums of yore
we don't drink the water of foreign
lands so we
suffocate on thicker things
in a hot jaded garden
under bridge in singapore with
your own artistry
and plenty of rusted screws
i say, repentantly
what's mine is yours so i can
live with my own crime
which, again, i've borrowed

post "the" fantasy

i found a lot of poetry in
your facebook album titles
suppose that's for
better and for worse
suppose you're an answer
anyway

magic

uncle rudy washes his clothes
in the basin, but not always
sometimes i
sneak a handful of flour into the pocket
of his jacket and wait for
the noise
when he is away at the river
i let all of the china out
of the cupboard, checking
carefully for snakes
I pull the tablecloth from underneath
his bed, checking not so
carefully for monsters
the candles i stole from the
monastery go onto errant nails
poking through
the slats of wood and ratty
cloth, both
in the bureau there is a picture of
my mother and also a meaty, mean
tarantula - but - i am
not the one who needs saving

Salamun

let's talk causality
the voice in my head has a gentle slavic
accent, no, truly
what is left of me sputters
in rhythm and out
on the concrete and into the
faces of what peers
remain. i read you
as you, stumbling through
my millionth language and thousandth world
but even in your absence you
cut down and
you deputize dozens of
swaggering apostles and
i have no choice but to disappear
thank you so much, Tomaž

Robi

you are innocence on a stick and i want
to devour you whole
to take your tongue and pull
unraveling your finite script of naïvete and
wonder to gorge myself on. you give me hope
and i steal away with it clutched in
scared, strong arms
you trip me on your philosophy
of self and world. in heart wrenching
you charm with gibberish and
i am going to drain you for
your drug
as soon
as i find the nerve for i am not a
villain, just a coward

brown snakes

we walk for miles in the hallway between our
rooms and catch glancing forms in
light that is only delivered by darkness
your legs slow before everything is
realized to protect you from the corners
of your own universe
virginia is for -other- lovers

merkeled

they don't always clean up the debris
in the mountains
france, germany, and spain all bicker
and hope for the bodies to will
themselves away
it wasn't sam's cousin on the train
tracks
and my family
seems happier than ever
i'm sorry it was
so easy, John
this is the value of blood

that's just physics

lost and found at the bottom of 

the lake: glimpses

it's not always this black

or white. what use do ripples

and minnows have

for their own names, even

most things you can't drown

bud

we've got thick skin

meaning

we have to keep 

alcohol 

handy to dilute whatever 

meaning we might chance to imbibe

like the millenials

we are

we've a lesser mental botany

if Wittgenstein were

to weigh in. he wouldn't

washington irving writes home

our captain howls at night

for the stars he used to

devour

they twinkle cynically

back

we are well and truly 

fucked, my dear

entint

we ate your friend!
i shout at the crowing cock
who trembles with
indulgence
pity my perspective
my perspective mocks me
for it
you are adonis!
i murmur to the
reflection, not the entity
the hair is parted in the right direction
maybe the rooster mourns
privately

moreau

yesterday two of my best men and i sat down
for lunch and found ourselves mourning youth
like the pilot of an idling plane after landing
smoothly
as though we had just played a round
of our best golf
we are the strangers
now
protagonists only in our
own non canonical realities
we're checking to see
if cigarettes kill you in this one, too

dysphoria and the like

what are you getting high on?
i sit with men that could
crush my skull with their
bare hands. and look around for your knowing eyes
this is all that i'm comfortable
with saying
to you for now

anenome

you represent a conflict of interest
for me
but i am    w  a  s   h   i   n   g     a s h o r e
from deep sea
so i wouldn't sweat it, mange

mission statement

i'm thinking in boggle
we are missing so much
keep your truth
with or without a capital t

blue sky

we are buried out here
sometimes we surround the sand and sometimes the sand surrounds us
I wear the earth like my own skin
we are buried out here in the actualized abstraction of our subconscious
left to wonder if this is still a world
or simply a renegade scene
peripheral
we fight the same invisible enemy
it ignores us, for now

Eric Revis' Dissonant Jazz

i meant to pick you up at the cafe, like you had asked
but here i am on the couch, drunk on your essence
your frustration isn't a manipulated reward to me
i get excited when you are

you remind me of a government mandated wet dream
suspiciously obvious in your beauty
profane in your innocence
but it's like they say
not all Slovenes bear facial hair
and if there were an objective truth to any of this it would be a video game

for JHH

i eulogize everything, wherever I go
and i had meant to put the music on and shed a tear for yours
but the pen was a capella and my memory didn't get there on its own
you died after two weeks of your allotted eight
in another universe i did it the right way and it was perfect
but that universe didn't have this you
i didn't either
but I miss you tragically, John

you weren't someone that i ever would have dared to mention these things to
but the world didn't stop for but a millisecond
and i feel to blame
because i spent my time in farther corners than yours
trying to find the tear in the sky in Macondo and Pianosa
and i couldn't do anything for you

trix

the moon went down for a spell and you chased it
please come back

a house a home

it feels cynical to tell you how it used to be
these are pithy times and your face fits right in
we've got the fire surrounded now, nowhere to run
focus on what you can control or else you'll get spacesick
that's why people cry at funerals
it's much different when you consider it fucking a womb

ransom backus

tearing apart from the ribs, it's a momentous occasion after all
for I am 19 and without a tattoo for the 344th day today
I want to see if the ink comes with me in the afterlife
I want to see if I can even die

goadbot

i've said it again and i'll say it before

i trip over myself everywhere i go

you found a salamander and called it a salami but i thought it was a newt

eventually we will get it right

time is closing in on itself now

lazy and playful in the absence of purpose

if the choice is between an obstacle and a trap i'll abstain

anew dominoes

apathy breeds something, maybe

who knew i could be bred like this

who knew Jesus could be bread like that

we all guessed that the murderer was still in the house

and we're all here from our lack of foresight

maybe it was borne of our apathy

i'll spare myself the investigation