THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL

THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL

re-damned by some

falling sky,

your taste, as others

discretely sample

your flesh, marinated

in a mortality made

more sweet by our

willful ignorance

of all things.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

λοιπὸν τοῦ μὲν κινδύνου καὶ φόβου τοῦ κατὰ τὸν κλῆρον ἐπ᾽ ἴσον ἐπικρεμαμένου πᾶσιν, ὡς ἂν ἀδήλου τοῦ συμπτώματος ὑπάρχοντος, τοῦ δὲ παραδειγματισμοῦ τοῦ κατὰ τὴν κριθοφαγίαν ὁμοίως συμβαίνοντος περὶ πάντας, τὸ δυνατὸν ἐκ τῶν ἐθισμῶν εἴληπται καὶ πρὸς κατάπληξιν καὶ διόρθωσιν τῶν συμπτωμάτων.

end they and

combs width

eye wimp air,

room or duh

two bay have

ray wear bought

ack truly now

hair—

:;:

we know not the hour

but guess, always,

that our punishment must,

must be

at hand.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD

your smile was devoid of edges,

all uniforms and marching orders

a tongue leading down into the

pit of your faith, to which doubt

has taught me how to crawl, where

i hold my breath, push away the

ghosts of your eyes and fall into—

god made a nothing / out of nothing.

DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI

DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI

ab scents

maid flash

an guard an

laughed by

got—thee dee

par tad—leaf

hang ows too

hour bode lily

day vices.

NEVER IS

NEVER IS

the sky unzips,
blackens as
 
stars scrape,
torn down

by some demiurgic
gravity, we

think.

BILE

BILE

expurgate
all the "ifs",

there is a
flesh here

underneath,
could it be yours?

FOURS

FOURS

strap dawned

onus shape

pose stitch on

big moon gas’d

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

present a quote of

the world,

like

a half-whispered

prayer, a sky

bled too white

for stars.

“AS IF INHALING THE WHOLE WORLD”

“AS IF INHALING THE WHOLE WORLD”

stone tongued, skip the

ochre sunset, colors off

peeled billboards bare of

spraypaint, signifying no—

thing—some other other

shadowing, asphalt skinned,

soon joined, packed, three

abreast, streetlights shuddering

and struggling to vomit up

a semblance of illumination,

one by one dumb mouths open

and each sings his choking song...

CURE A TOUR

CURE A TOUR

ask spear ye ants is

men 'ta bee sheared

laughed on dun

Herbststimmung

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [from the vauit]

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [04/04/10]

you and me against the world / world about to end

by the neck, under netting,

you become our blustery best

abroad—an antic-frantic

anger, a guileless smile, the

scene-stealing wise-crack

ing, voice-cracking—never

as worldly as the wabbit,

but every bit as dangerous.

even when it's your blood,

red and Pollocked around

those whisperthin hostel walls,

a half a hostile world away,

before you settle your bill

back into place and slip back

into our dreams again.

CONVERSE

CONVERSE

not comparable.

listen psioriatic

muffle bye

:;:

unsummary, small—

er, silvered, a

crescent sliver

slicing the

night taken

back to the day,

forced into sun—

lightshriveled,

bye the bye / no

bye the bye

satiation demanded,

despite the tongues

swelling

SCAMP

SCAMP

the turned out

vein pulses, cosmetic

sanguinity externalized, enfleshed—

trusting an uncaring

god to turn

its gaze away.

CAVERNOUS

CAVERNOUS

unvernal expanse

shuffling amongst

itselves,

plastic wrapped,

annotated, ripped

fluoresced

eight 'our'd

air staling,

stolen,

from that

vaster space.

UNTOWARD

UNTOWARD

drawn out,

in

absence, or sense,

ein Weg,

a foregoing, the

Frolic echoing in

its menacing,

celebratory

way—we slip

out the side door,

must always

choose

to return some

other way.

DER MANN WARD ZUM SIEB

Der Mann ward zum Sieb,

in the particular, leaf rattling,

autumnal chill, deceit settles

to the bare ground, waiting to be

stir-

red up by your comings and go-

ings, fine particles for you to

inhale and filter, becoming, at last,

the machine for forgetting that

god meant you to be—

less tender, as the waiting begins,

for the world to freeze.

JAPERY

JAPERY

countable and uncountable

that moon yap, tooth

paste white, given

over, liver felt—a

feared, that hollow

mock man, taken out

to smile in all

our places.