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