Love Stinks

Sex don't
smell too
good either.

GLASS DICK

that
acrid
white
smoke

is
now
your
ghost,

wouldn't
that
have
been

so
funny
back
then?

SITTING HERE GETTING DRUNK WAITING FOR MERLE HAGGARD TO DIE

So I can really get drunk.

ALTERNATIVE RADIO

exhumed. what my life has been
like,
I've worn your genitals now you
wear mine
and you're a police officer
and a suspect

fine you) you. it was the end of
pretty much every conversation
we had: accident staged to cover

a murder

(frozen in the moment of the
poisonous double take

)what a good shot man

sometimes when you cum on me,
I think of the song "Nice Shot"
by Filter

sometimes.

just static now

The Joke

you haven't lived until you stand
up 6 ft. looking out right at
ground level of the grave you
just helped dig with your partners
for your dead old lady and
everybody's drinking MD 20/20
when you look up at all them laughing
at your drunken white ass as
they help you out of the hole

THIS IS AN OLD POEM FOR MY EX-WIFE SERENA MARIE WHO WAS FOUND DEAD THIS MORNING:

FOR THE RESPONDENT


I savor you in
glimpses

a bus stop

your black hair
silver in sunlight

days I remember
holding you

precious

like a plastic
Indian doll
your eyes pulled
upwards into your
head by the rubber
band of
crank

we are married we
have the same name

liar

cheat

abuser

lost one

The Virus

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HOUSE

how why
understand

you'll understand
you

so once

Beneath The Volcano

one cannot live without love
on the day of those dead
when the sentences snap
like the cheap beads on
your most beautiful of
necks don't break my
glass only fill it my dear
let's lose it all in our love
even if it's only two fat
bellies covered in sweat
we're fucking on the moon
when you close your eyes
we'll float like the matador
there is nothing holding
us here any longer and
when you come please call
me by somebody else's
name anybody's so that
way I don't have to answer
you when I do get up to leave

ANOTHER KISS

Her mouth sucks in my
tongue in a twilight
embrace on the street,

I'm drunk-

there are never enough
hands to smooth back
imprisoned faces.

A week later her mouth
sucks in the plastic
bag deciphering
breath:

another kiss,

one more excuse to
write the poem.

FOR NOTHING

thanks for the snowy egret on this plate
thanks for the foster home full of dead bodies
thanks for the clitoris that feels all pain
thanks for the thermal pollution of our lips
thanks for the myrmidon that we call president
thanks for the nine days' wonder of celebrity
thanks for the withholding tax on the rapture
thanks for the artficial intelligence asking our questions
thanks for the weasel words they publish in books
thanks for the cleavage on the suicide bomber
thanks for the group therapy of solitary confinement
thanks for the fancy dress with nothing left to eat
thanks for the biosphere that makes a great target
thanks for the autopsy at our local pharmacy
thanks for the doomsday maternity ward smiles
thanks for the reveille of saying thanks for nothing

asshole

Black Water

Old grey vehicles grey sky lost grey skates at Bullhead Lake smoky ghosts of breath from my uncle's grey face. Of course this is memory and memory is a random diagnosis. My cousin hit the guard rail above the canal riding it on two wheels before tipping over into iced black water. Watching the divers searching for his milk van on a grey tv screen. Top stories. His corpse now as frozen as this turkey was just three days ago. Uncle guides the blade through the fibrous white meat. Independent pathologist. Grey deep memories of smoky ghosts. The whiskey is in the trunk. Ever notice grey Chicago in winter drinking Old Style randomly into iced black water pull over and get me some whiskey? Out hunting in the early grey dawn. Pushes me off the sled. Spread his cheeks and showed me his butthole. Snowing in the grey frozen photos in iced black water. Olives rolling off of the table. Crushing the silver ornaments into a grey rug. Bloodied dead pheasants in a pool of water on the wooden floor next to some black rubber galoshes. Old grey voices in the other room around deep memories around lost holiday tables. Summer forts are covered in snow now... The next year on a warm bright day a boy finds an old pair of rusty ice-skates near the lake.

MY LIFE IN AMERICA

It's an ordinary day,


and then, out of the blue, from a friend, coworker,
e-mail or CNN, you hear the news: Somebody
famous died.

How could it have happened? What went wrong?
He had so much to live for. She seemed so young.

Necromancer Entropies

(so broke stealing bottles
of whiskey and change
off of graves at the
Indian cemetery)

Our Name Is Albert Ayler

for MJK

light in darkness

the change has come
spirits rejoice
when truth is marching in

our prayer
to angels

holy ghosts

the bells
the bells
the bells
the bells

ANY POET CAN TELL YOU

you're just pulling the wet food stamps
out of a hooker's stinking snatch
let's taser the christians first there
ain't no more room in this ant farm
reverend I left my birth certificate
in the glove box of a hearse on the rims
I left my dirty rig in your little girl's day
care sand box a sticky situation what
life is short but death is long and I'm still
waiting in line behind these obese frogs
nephew get your ass out while you still can
they all suck they just don't all swallow

gggggggggggggggggg
I saw this one before.
gggggggggggggggggg

___________________________________________________
"when the day comes, we will not
ask whether you swung to the right
or whether you swung to the left;
we will simply swing you by the neck"

HELTER SKELTER

for the Chas on his 73rd

so they finally did let out
Charlie Manson in his
prison wheelchair and
he's all pissed off and
ready to mow down
you and your girl-
friends right in front
of the new McDonald's

you should

A) sidestep him and let
him roll out into traffic

B) let him hit you and
then try and sue the
State of California

C) hit him upside his
shriveled head with
your Gucci bag

D) let the devil sort
it out

THE DANCE

This is the sentence the ferris wheel spins with the severed arms on the 11th hour on the 11th

day your mask is grainy and torn all greys except for the aching red detail of that frozen smile

an untold story inside those testicles of steel now just dust on children's faces redoubtable as the

carnival leaves the clearing by the river of rolling heads yet inside this dirty frame in some dark

corner of an antique store you are still dancing.

A good job, a
good education;
he wanted to
drive his car
into a crowd
of people.

On Food

Dolphins surround the surfer
being pestered by a shark:
give me a dollar motherfucker,
I will not work for food.

POEM ON THE EVE OF MY 57th BIRTHDAY

the more I drink the more I drink
alone with my dripping memories
I used to fuck you ass in the air
when my cock came back out
your cunt lips looked like a pink
sleeve and that's not the half
of it I cryed for all you bitches
for all you brothers gone and
erased no chance to say goodbye
one handful of pills never said
goodbye and I know you would
have you lowrider you cowboy
you redneck operator you Indian
girl my baby hair spread on
asphalt sticky with blood right
is right and wrong is wrong
hold your mud all erased all
erased as I sit here still
breathing I wonder what
the poor people are
doing

American Unknown

appearance of the mummies
& skulls



"most of all I remember
you"

no plans, no streets.
_____________________

when he was dead, cold
flowers
& songs about nothing
that were easy to
remember.
----------------------------------
when you were dead
I couldn't look into
your eyes.
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when I died, flowing
in sleep,
I forgot what I
wanted but I heard
your fading voice.

THE REVERSE 411

You don't
know shit.

carbon footprints,

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"the ecotourists smiled"

Movie stars
in town,
going down
to the shooting.

CHOLA EMPYREAN

putting makeup on
in a candy apple
reflection

The oncologist smiles.