Sunday, December 30, 2012

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.

Friday, December 21, 2012

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.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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.

Friday, December 14, 2012

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?

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

FOURS


FOURS

strap dawned
onus shape

pose stitch on
big moon gas’d

Sunday, November 04, 2012

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.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

“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...

Thursday, November 01, 2012

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

Monday, October 29, 2012

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.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

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.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

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.