arc

sometimes we want to know/don't want
to know at all, what the future holds.
we're so certain as to the collapse.

i want to know if you'll be seeing me
after the courts tell you
so much bother
and trouble. due to what occurred
in my house. i'm scared mommmy
what will ill become of you?
















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there are opposing forces
working on the ladle and pot of sour soup
why each foot must go ontological pathsize
into the very next step. logic and its axioms.
axe me sum questions and i'll spit em back
to you. i don't have voce in my words
oh but in my head, i need meds, i want
to find a place to crawl outside of these ants.

isn't it funny how you laughed at me?
but i'm breaking away from that ironic smirk now
you can fold it in nine dimensias
and stuff down your own psychosis.


yeah, i'm talking you oh blonde god
of the bubble ropes. the ones that fall
in front to the eyeless doors, open to gaza
rasa tabula you foola, you pale eyed
sniggering ghost. you just wish
you had this body to control


you whisper from the fan blades
in ac/s and ic coolant de
vice es

drowning out all i wanted to do
with your own annihealative planz

every thing is code. what if you push
the wrong button? reset!

that's what the machines r trying to tell u
me
that's what the meaning of it all is.
try it. med
i
tate on the chemicals that you need
v what you're getting. need v have.
need v want. want is essential.

what do you want?












you know they ask me how
i hold it together. rather
than going into myself and destructing
the aminum sussursation of animus
i throw a plate at the girl
bitch at the dog
give the boy a smoggy answer
to an eruditios question
or a guggling hug.

we each have our own insanities
to deal with. since when did the last
millenium cure that?


ok, hunger.
i have it. eye on the bagel
locks on the cream cheese. that wonderous
old saw beating down in the neighborly walk
past open windows where denizens
dissect their lives in parcels
marketed commodes
the detritus of a lasting impression.

all lit in yellow.


glowing.












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the bells ring, a breeze must be had.
churchy reminders of the gong
god beat in the beginning
and never touched again. except
in the ocean waving
wavering. a back water of spurious sponges.


i'm deft about you. supersticious
to the max. if we talk we jinx it if we
kiss we jinx it if we say good or bad
we've opened the catbox and boy
does it stink in there.
i was talking to other men again.

what boredom. dom in the matrixing.
flesh ties and leather piercings.
or maybe they read your poetry. my poetry.
it said something they didnt understand.
i was only flirting with the idea
of collision. i want you. you the understated
undeveloped mystery. what exposure

can your sweet innocence take? how will
that cool, after the fire? the plutonian
influence of dharma. half life of gold.rads
beyond chernobil.



these are the snapshots lit
by the strobe, moving so fast
you think it's motion. later you think
back and traumatise it again.
how will you ever brake the bonds?










this stuff comes in my head
so i spit it out. my meds are simple.
a little weed, a little quiet.
a lotta writing. i don't quite
the lottery lolitas don't requite
sand blasted loverish. there is a
swimmer. his body is geese
reflected. always in flight.
that is ideal. the tangled cord

of a hawk scree. kited.
the meal upsidedown in the tree.
what good the blased hunt?
it only means another day.