Tapped

wires run wild over the vineways
we are white screens

the white screens are salting our eyes
this is the "bad" salt
the king that blinds us

HATE for the gold king

The Diamond Daimon

where there are rocks, no flesh.

more more holes in fingers eaten soul by flitter invasion frivol
eyes burnt by the coke brain
red wine lipliner
tufts of whispy hairpointed ears and a mink coat

"its my personality that makes me beautiful"
not the handmade shoes, hoes, Kristal or bulbous nose.

a-temptation to buy friends

pure evil
erup live
corrupte

money power is powder

cant keep the tongue in

lye
covering the stench of

drunken consumption

oil over my dead body dead body oil lubercating the earth plates

earthquake
unoiled joints spillinto the sea. lifeforms die


billionaire hands

oily rich, filthy

he and the whore faked their
hair

of hardened

flying plastic bag in the branch a black almost bird.

strangled from life

wild rainblow in the sky at the hour of mass emissions

same sheen in asphalt

the swirled eyes half on gallons of Kettle One, in bottle caps of coke, nose and Codine but no notoriety.

the mirror is hard on him

sparkle dis- tracted eyes in the green vacuum.

desirous of evermore though not creative enough to obtain

he trys to buy people to hell
but "nobody loves him"

except his older brother Earl, to whom his evil live belongs.


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Imprisoned

a couple a summers ago,
a physic young crackhead sold me a throat,

"dark frog you!" she croak.

desolate corner.street. fishy swamp soap trickles ovary
the fresh powder.

teeth chatter
and sweat feetsoak. down feather dank overworld whirled a paper tornado
of brown skin

i am bleached. it burns to be clean

as my colorless larynx
disruptured when she sang the crack song.
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another Saturday's Child

whitey gets the chocolate mopped from his cheek by his mother's
milk cloth
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open for attack
widespread sleep. horror of observation.

stabbing her good-eye.
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in the desert

a man named joe

snow
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i am lesbian-man. love me.

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the muddy river
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a corpse's open eyes

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jaundiced
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river.

a canyon.

wood ash and bleach stones
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mix a Mandarin-Italian mutt

whose umbilical chord pulses in the white snow
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my shivers are your shadows
three degrees below
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the point of human start sorrow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------bone white as your snow
marrow
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married to mine
in rich, cold blood-cell toffee.

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if you were to eat people,
who would you choose?

we took a portrait of the lamb before the sacrifice.
before the slaughter,
laughter
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a violent circumcision
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or he is unclean.

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and I always, unable to unclean

between 6 white walls

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twenty gunshots on the prairie

polka-dot hat
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------no police. he asks the woman why her husband lets her out.
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dead skin makes sex funner.

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a gold locket holds his dried foreskin to her chest
moon

The Direction

be multi-color if language bequit us
erratic cycles intersect
finite lines
polyhedron in their exactitude:

the limit

unable to stifle
thyself, nor for god.

waiting for spring on an unusually spring-like day in December

living inside the world means noticing when the white van leaves and the brown one returns with the groceries to the backyard is full of brambles a rotting wood fence in farm country in the middle, a huge city. this is any--i hear gun shots. i go ice fishing, snow melts on the island i take my dogs to sniff squirrel tracks and muddy. the world is melting my world is

buckwheat flour ice crust
the glint blue of December
a neighbor shouts, a bus turn, breaks whine, this thin tannic film coats my front tooth,
a grape skin breakfast

tempts me to exacerbate the condition by sipping red wine. window turn gold
as brown van
parts plain and simple
deeper nothing?
the surface melts

my ex-roommate creeps into her ex-backyard to rip smoke
a salt cloud rises black serpent
street.

hello white van! i'm alone with an interior voice,
dogs
I will you to turn right.
a weird person. with one red eye
casts ordinary spells.

poison water, salty with dispersed air
drugs and white flour fog daybreak
empty street except the lone man gazing at the frothy sun
shifting one foot frozen to

my ghost, the winter, from ice cells spring
huddled grass, corner and await
the green van

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no one in attendence
no one god but godallah

kucf.

no one but god grave grace
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southern Province sun
triple sea water wash
a blue smile chicklet

salt of ye
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ye makith
mouth smooth in the whole moon
hahahahapp holy

i hope!
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even as the moon goes black
and takes us

rock a bye

to tilt and whir

whorestreet

i
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align mine eyes I godallah
snow blanket pine
fall silent
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no one in attendance but you, god.

my experiences are secondary

America, American, Americans

Drug abuse diffuse light
puzzle
mechanical spider
flicked -----------
-------------tangle
-----------robot table leg
--------------giant tick
bite and burrow -> red scar circle

the shape of sun
is not my eye
walls bend

----space abs----

scent of english
rounds its razor,

mean less. Phony, my ineffectual

arm twitches
my my is tired of my

open warfare . America

between 2 fingers,
cherry soot,
boot,

adrenaline gunshots
gut
lost spiders