the ambiance of an ambulance

sah ah c k ed from unintelligible whimpers to the throaty moans
ccaacc k ed
mostly my love
for
you
Tongue and nipple pulling Tobacco smoke enemas Insertion of hot pokers into various bodily orifices



"I just wanted to take her beauty away"

A blast of gunfire exploded. The slug caught the officer full in the belly
and the impact spun him to the ground.

PART 1: A high-fidelity recording machine blared forth the
gloomy strains of a woodwind melody.



Then he volunteered a statement which shocked most of the poets in
the room. "The bloated and morbidly obese will consume what is left
of your face."




But, hey, if they had masks on, you couldn't see
their beautiful faces.





These processes take time.

DONE WITH WINDOWS

suppose your life meant nothing to your fellow citizens
the bloated and morbidly obese
as you wait behind them as the flames of time
consume what is left of your face
you will get your pain relievers
you will get your meds sniffing the flowers while medicated
and alone but there is a price
you must continually watch the images of those dressed
appropriately jumping out of the windows
you could never have even cleaned if you
wanted to what is there to see what is there to
say always looking through the glass of imagination
walking boulevards of the poems of undistinguished
pleasure I don't care about your family you don't care
about mine and I will hardly remember you

Drinker's Tear

The sun will come out.

The temperature will rise.

There is no difference.

Nothing can move faster than the speed of light.

Not all birds can fly.

The rose developed thorns for protection.

A body at rest tends to remain at rest.

All life arose from a single-celled ancestor.

There will be a storm.

It will be windy.

"loan me a panda"

so went to see
the polar
bear
(she's dead

SO DO MY

soldered drizzle deep mask repression I opine

in conclusion in apeshit pinafores slumber

and mumbling for granted of the

double suck

still, life

It Was An Old Story

Her crotch held
the pungent
aroma of a freshly
opened can
of latex wall paint.

LIFE ON EARTH

simpler and more
dangerous than
god

muted and mutating
a wisp
of

what you are
is not saving life
on earth

because people are
afraid to die

the permanent
mystery is
consciousness

POEM FOR MARTA ON HER BIRTHDAY But She's Dead

peeping thru your skull
the sunlight
knowing what it held

VENTRILOQUISM AND SUB-VOCAL SPEECH

I hear voices repeat the words loop of lips lost in thought repeat after me


mommy mommy loop the word
how you say
my lips on your back, digraph

spoken

wordy discourse."




so my hand in your cavity
no precise antonym, There is no antonym

who you talking me?




voices the voices is there one of the words which implies annoyance on the part of the speaker


waiting to hear
and can't
move
my lips?

repeat thought in lost lips of loop mommy I'm scared."

Midnight In Haditha

fading fast now in my bunk staring
at the ceiling
wiped clean and that ain't
dreams

I want my fucking country back

spliced with space and time
for you tonight
the world over always know your
target and what's
behind
it

my little good luck charm

kick in any door

that's easy for you to say

get down hands up and fully
cooperate I make mistakes all
the time the wet hair the blank eyes

call the number on your screen

my hero you're my hero
you're the one that I want
eliminating a threat engaging targets

full moon give us a call I want an
explanation

I lay eyes on someone with a weapon

a lot of good stuff the frosting on the
cake all the things that could go wrong
fade back into the shadows

in the distance muzzle flashes

now the eclipse

"You'll always go to sleep more times than you'll awake" -Larry Eigner

fading fast now red sails in the
sunset
lifting old faces from the floor

lifting sleep from mattresses
covered in patches of DNA
I

want an explanation
I

want a refund

take me home take me to your
leader

and to be blunt