justin




WHY AM I NOT ON MY KNEES
IN THE GRASS
LOVE THE RAIN
       WHAT IS THUNDER WHEN MY EARS SAY
      "I FEEL LIKE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

ALLLLLLLLLLLL

THEEEEEE



TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME"
UGLY
A DESTRUCKO
     MY FUCKOFF IS BOOMERANG-ESQUE
 I THINK IT SUCKS
          TO BE MUDDY
   TODAY
 I BIT OFF MY HEAD??
 I TOLD SOMEONE ABT FUCKING IN HER PARENTS BED??
        I DONT KNOW WHY
  SOMETHING MEDICAL I THINK
    THAT WAS SUNDAY
MY SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED NEXT SATURDAY
    COOL
I THINK
  ONE TIME I WATCHED PART OF A TREE FALL ON HER
IT STARTED RAINING
WHILE I WAS ANGRILY TALKING TO MY MOM
      ABOUT PLANS
         HOTEL + DRIVING + TIME + KANSAS
   IT STARTED RAINING AND IDK THAT WAS OK
       I HAVE WALKED THRU RAIN BEFORE
 BUT THEN I
  SAW U
  AND WAVED
  HAHA
I FEEL LIKE SHIT
          I AM AT WORK AND WRITING THIS POEM
         CAPSLOCK
I WANT TO CRAWL INSIDE SOMETHING WARM
AND DRY
AND BREAK APART
            INTO GRANULES OF SUGAR
  SWALLOW ME
  SHARE ME W/ HUMANBEINGS
MY CHEST HURTS
          SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT
WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE TO BE BRANDED
      I THINK IT WOULD HURT
      I AM NOT CRYING RIGHT NOW
      I DON'T KNOW WHEN I WILL TWEET AGAIN
      IM GOING TO DRINK SOME WATER
     I SAY I HATE MYSELF SOMETIMES
BUT IDK
IF I REALLY DO

 

haiku


im not interested today
in getting high or jerking off
or breathing

WAS THAT GOOD??????


im watching super 8
on a long couch in pauls house
but paul is in lincoln
this movie is abt something idk
i have a lot going on in the blood
im ok
o k my heart is like smh
plz fav me irl
tell me its fine if i am here and go off
to eurowherever w/o my worthless mouth
is on the side of your face
so soft i thought before the night was just 
a lay awake
feeling the vibration on the tracks
some train a few hundred miles west
barrelling through the nebraska wind
why would we want to harness
all that power
where did all the bison go
my whole head is numb
who are you

MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND IN TONYS JEEP CHEROKEE

im drunk
on i80 feel like im in an airplane
think a question y do i dig this 
woman
why would i trade my soul for a few
pills
where is the best bbq tomorrow
it isnt even midnight
tom is at work
i ate a whole trout earlier
i feel stupid
for thinking you are darling to me

100,000,000,000 KNIVES


i am at a booth w people i dont know
at jakes bar
in lincoln
i have had 2 gins w tonic and lime
bombay
sapphire
i smoked half a roll up outside on the street
you came out idk just to be w me i guess
we talked a bit
our shoulders touched
thats all i want

FIREWORKBOY

i am a moron
a kicked dogg i dream a burry
the grass under bones
my stupid slob tongue
a breath to wilt yr precious tulips
drunk savior in the snow
how gross is my love
i am a sheddy bitch
crumbling flea home for the poor
me
poor me
pour me off yrr body
i am a roll over
wish for steep cliffs
i am pissing on trees
i am a fucking mess

english muffin


what a wrong world
drunk instead of
alive watching xfiles
w/ bennie
talking about ellie
or things that happen in a bar
lost 100$ lost sunglasses
lost the sun is another way
to dont look at it
eclipse is a car and a stand out
in the playground of emerson
elementary i ran the mile
w/ the fat kids bc i thought
running was so lame
i guess at how to respond
to you w/ my needy hands
just want a hold
a walk thru glass w/ my hardness
a street meat cement truck
jump off the fence
onto broken glass
and my foot bleeds out
down the driveway
this is a memory i have
abt my dad not caring
abt how stupid i always am
bc i see the rising glow
for me to fly to or cant swim to
or drown in groundwater
dry river beds to dive into
hide booze for next weekend
so we can numb each other
 

OPIUM

i am so fedup w/ every
thing in my mind
drool all night
awake or not wishing to kill the birds
a murder an email from a pointless date
lasts again days of sun and nothing
text is poem is pecking wood
for a new home
for a place to hold my weaklings
what if i was made of poems
or you could snort my bones
to get happy for a few minutes
each morning a jolt
toss molten gas in yr blood
i am foraging in the grasslands
for nontoxic berries
because the idea of death
is so around me
a blanket of rotten meat
cancerous growths in my flesh
hug the ooze from my eyes
i am a crying machine
i am a dusty ocean
it is so funny i tweet
there is flying and dumb shit
to spend all the money
or what you can show me
a gif of us drinking together
every poem i wrote for you
i wont change anything
except regret the way you see it
a slice in the eye
a perfect wound will never heal
but im just being silly
or foolish i cant tell the difference
if there is one
 

TRAVDOGG TAKES DOWN TIGER WOODS


if i needed a god it would be summertime
i would worship her
for 3 months a year

she is golden she is golden she is spoken for
a block of pure blonde ice
my achey joints from horizon to swinging tar

cough up grass flake of fresh mow
a fillup me w/ gross amounts of smokey poison
why is everyone so afraid of my blood???

it is in me to be a doom
the first miracle to discover nothing is miraculous
i mean the difference between infinity and us

 

I CHOSE TO BLEED OFF AND ON FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE



a sad damp ball
wonder who loves u
even if u can see it/feel it on a daily basis
or a weekly basis
or a lifetime basis
i am sad at myself for being sad at myself
all the time is just a yesterday
this is a one off abt all the times i freakout
when u touch me
when u say give me
when kyle crawford and justin flowers
were nearly struck by lightning
but nobody cares because they are still alive
i guess lightning isn't that scary
because it is so far away
there is a boom in my blood too
the way you write: i am drunk mess
piss on me
write mean things on my skin
this is an awkward way to dream
but nobody touches me w/ inky fings
i am just a piece of the air passing
puzzle of who can fit me into their scenery
i am trying to take care of myself
i went to work today
and all i can think about it the last line
of the james wright poem
and how paul told jenny to put it at the end
of a poem she wrote
and i think that was a great idea
and i have been thinking abt ending
all these poems since then w/ the line
i have wasted my life
but it just isn't working
 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

what am i doing w/ my time
my mind
laying shirtless on a $100 bill beach towel
in the middle of pioneers park
near replica greek columns
& a man made lake
a muddy pit
i am a muddy summer sludge
some people are taking profesh portraits
near the collumns
& there are so many annoying joggers
twin ginger bros w/ matching jog hounds
splashing in the water
"lets tie them up
and do some pushups and situps" one twin sd
& they ran off
but i still don't feel alone
in this poem
in this park
a woman on a bike just went by
i did not notice until she was almost
over the hill
i am trying to secretly get stoned
i can hear motorcycles purr
over music in my headphones
there is a loose dog sniffing
a few feet away
i am almost nervous
his man doesn't seem worried
& they are gone now too

GRAPES




i am eating grapes
nearly a whole bag of grapes
idk if bags of grapes are a universal weight
my grandparents on my fathers side
had grape vines in their backyard
this was money
we lived in the trailer across the alley
in a huge empty lot
in monroe
there was an abandoned house
across the lot
i learned to ride a bike
in front of the abandoned house
i was always terrified of the house
it had a huge mulberry bush
that we would steal from
i always thought the white ones
were poisonous
we would carry handfulls of the ripe berries
in our shirts to stain them
i think i was usually happy then
i have this memory of wandering off
to the football field
and standing on a wooden fence
then this wasp
landed on my arm
i froze there for what seemed hours
but probably wasn't
time didn't mean anything to me then
and means less to me now
there is just an existing
and a waste

40 MIL OZ TO FREEDOM


talk abt my ooze wound
gash from the street
embarrass me w/ my brazen wantdeth
i wanted to be a bridge to the west
a mountain pass
a flying gunship
i slipped on sand & gravel
or crushed limestone
or claire in chicago
or everyone else in chicago
it's not the heat it's the humidity
is hard to swallow
my whole life is ahead of me
is still my motto
so why do i try to be so unsafe
force the minotaur to do his own maze
dodge monster trucks on the road
maybe its because i don't have a home
or i don't feel like the earth is my home
or i don't feel like i am alone
idk but still want to race through the streets
with the wind on me
a buzz in my blood
a lil b with me
a lil green in me
i am not scared of anything
when i am a boy in nature
a stung creature
leaves fall from the branches
of a tree that doesn't take chances
but lightening keeps
striking me
i have 1.21 gigawats in me
puts thoughts in me with so little time to be
the GOAT poet who keeps all his poems free
on the internet for everyone to read
abt my adventures
like i said i am a strange creature
at least that was implied
i am not trying to lie
it just sounds nice
i am a strange creature
i am a strange creature
i am a strange creature
and i am also my own creator

RIP



i am inside an artificially chilled building
"the gold;s building"
i wrote a poem abt the gold;s building one time
i was working here 3 years ago
& still am working here 3 years later
i almost died today
i keep thinking i want to talk about it
but mostly i am ashamed for feeling ashamed
abt almost dying today
i might not have though idk
i have been hit by vehicles before
but this guy was going p fast
& it would have been my fault bc i was racing
down 14th st on my bike
my tires are low but that has little to do w/ anything
maybe but idk
i hit some sand & wiped out
i have this gash in my hand
i would rather have this gash for 10 years
than die today
or have died
or might have died
i want to start listening to more lil b
i don't know what happened
but i was scared for a good portion of the day
but maybe my mind is mostly fucked up
from all the booze i drank the night before
idk it wasn't that much but i lost a control
i always talk abt how much controli have
i think i do that idk
but i have very little control sometimes
sometimes i have a lot of control
idk i just need to shake my brain
or have already done that i am so shookup
from all the crashing i do
maybe i will run on wednesday
IT'S A HOT TUESDAY
MAY 1 IS MY BIRTHDAY
I'M FULL ON CHIPOTLE
HIGHER THAN JAY
MOWIRED THAN WEEBAY
I DON'T REALLY EAT THE LETTUCE
IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL HEALTHAY
AND I WANT TO FEEL HEALTHAY
IN MY MIND
IN MY BODY
IN MY MOVEMENT IN MY SHOUTING
KEEP IT ALL POSITIVE
WASH AWAY MY DOUBTING

MYSELF IS MY ENEMY

I'VE NEVER BEEN SHOT

MY WHOLE LIFE IS AHEAD OF ME

I CAN STILL WALK

MY WHOLE LIFE IS AHEAD OF ME

I DO WHAT I WANT
I'LL BLEED OUT W/ POETRY
KEEP MY WORDS HEALTHY
SAY FUCK YOU TO THE WEALTHY
CHAINED TO THE AIRSHIP
MONEY FOR THE CENSORSHIP
I AM CHAINED TO THE WINDY
VOODOO IN MY TUMMY
tuck thin needles in my bloody
get fired
from my job
i have more followers than my boss
favs on all my tweets
but he's makin 6 figs????
i have
no $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
but my body has food
for my organs
fuel for my poems
so i can talk a lot of nonesense
try to boost confidence
keep my mind occulent
while i release everything
TO CHANGE THIS SITUATION
my brainS A timid magician
TRYN TO PLAY TRICKS ON ME
swam in pollution
I'M A TEENAGED MUTATION
SWALLOW ONE MANS POISON
IS ANOTHER MANS DEST
arms in position down my salted throat
I WANNA BE THE GOAT
GREATEST POET EVER
FINGER PULLS THE TRIGGER
the KILLER IS A DIGGER
pouring dirt on my body


MY MOUTH SONGS SEE U LATER
no singing a run run run run
a walk away faster
BE YOUR OWN MASTER
THE UNIVERSE IS MINE AS LONG AS I'M
DOIN TIME ON THIS ROCK
IT WOULD BE A DISASTER
TO NOT BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT U GOT
BUT WHO AM I THANKING
THE UNIVERSE DOES NOT
CARE ABOUT MY EXISTENCE
OR THE PLEASURES THAT IM GIFTED
& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess
what you mean
when you think awful things
& the darkness that you bring
i am a shiny thing
you know i never dream
at least not when im asleep
because i never sleep
thoughts ALIVE 7 days a week
shots fired when i speak
how you lie @ me w/ a whimper
into distance melt MY winger
i am a warmbelly
tanning under smiles
sweaty sun stretchIN miles
burned as a child
loosen my no-belt I HAVE NO BODY WELTS
THE WATER IS INSIDE ME
THE UNDERGROUND IS FRIGHTNING
UNTIL A POEM STRIKES MY MIND
drop my pants to my ankles
tuck my beard into shirt into pants into dickless
cycles of my weather
i'll be gone til november
wyclef is not my father
but i listen when he's talkin
BC MINE IS WORTH NOTHIN
AND I KNOW ITS NOT HIS FAULT
THAT HE WAS A BAD FATHER
I JUST WISH HE WASN'T MINE
AND I DONT NEED ANOTHER
I CAME FROM NOTHING
I AM THE SON OF NADDA
MADE OF MOSTLY WATER
WHICH IS JUST MAGNETIC FORCES
AND SOME UNHEALTHY
or just count the days
by the rain on my face
sleet in the grass
PULLING GREEN FACES OUT MY ASS
take MAGIC moment in your lungS
pass it when you're done
w/ listening to words
of THESE short beak birdS
chippin through my bark
sophie likes my spark

IT'S A HOT TUESDAY
MAY 1 IS MY BIRTHDAY
I'M FULL ON CHIPOTLE
SO HIGH OF A Z JAY
KEEP IT CHILLER THAN WEEBAY
I DON'T REALLY EAT THE LETTUCE
IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL HEALTHAY
AND I WANT TO FEEL HEALTHAY
IN MY MIND
IN MY BODY
IN MY MOVEMENT IN MY SHOUTING
KEEP IT ALL POSITIVE
WASH AWAY MY DOUBTING

MYSELF IS MY ENEMY

I'VE NEVER BEEN SHOT

MY WHOLE LIFE IS AHEAD OF ME

I CAN STILL WALK

MY WHOLE LIFE IS AHEAD OF ME

I DO WHAT I WANT
I'LL BLEED OUT W/ POETRY
KEEP MY WORDS HEALTHY
SAY FUCK YOU TO THE WEALTHY
CHAINED TO THE AIRSHIP
I AM CHAINED TO THE WINDY
VOODOO IN MY TUMMY
tuck thin needles in my bloody
get fired
from my job
i have more followers than my boss
favs on all my tweets
but he's makin 6 figs????
i have
no $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
but my body has food
for my organs
fuel for my poems
so i can talk a lot of nonesense
try to boost confidence
keep my mind occulent
while i release everything

my brainS A timid magician
swam in pollution
I'M A TEENAGED MUTATION
SWALLOW MANS POISON
arms in position down my salted throat
I WANNA BE THE GOAT
GREATEST POET EVER
FINGER PULLS THE TRIGGER
the KILLER IS A DIGGER

MY MOUTH SONGS SEE U LATER
no singing a run run run run
a walk away faster
BE YOUR OWN MASTER
THE UNIVERSE IS MINE AS LONG AS I'M
DOIN TIME ON THIS ROCK

& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess
what you mean
when you think awful things
& the darkness that you bring
i am a shiny thing
you know i never dream
at least not when im asleep
because i never sleep
thoughts wired 7 days a week
shots fired when i speak
how you lie @ me w/ a whimper
into distance melt MY winger
i am a warmbelly
tanning under smiles
sweaty sun stretchIN miles
burned as a child
loosen my no-belt I HAVE NO BODY WELTS
THE WATER IS INSIDE ME
THE UNDERGROUND IS FRIGHTNING
UNTIL A POEM STRIKES MY MIND
drop my pants to my ankles
tuck my beard into shirt into pants into dickless
cycles of my weather
i'll be gone til november
wyclef is not my father
but i listen when he's talkin

or just count the days
by the rain on my face
sleet in the grass
PULLING GREEN FACES OUT MY ASS
take MAGIC moment in your lungS
pass it when you're done
w/ listening to words
of THESE short beak birdS
chippin through my bark
sophie likes my spark




CALM MORE NERVES THAN A SMOKE FROM OLD TOBY
MOVE SO CHILL PPL CALLING ME MOBY
IM SO BLAZED
THE SUN WEARS SHADES
IM SO COOL KEEP YR FOOD GOOD FOR DAYS

BRAND NEW COLONY


what a waste
breathe on my neck
ya i buy you wine
at this bougie fuck restaurant
ya i care abt things i dont care abt
swimming
call me when im busy and i will drop what im
doing to stand in the sunlight so u can see me 
from space
hi im drunk and an ok person
i think the ground is far too safe for me
i think i can learn to fly a flying machine
my heart
a tree that walks to a land i can live in
no this is the ocean
no this is a hurricane
i cant hide from my holding on to a silly flower
a ride in the passenger seat
a hangover 
we get breakfast at this tiny hick diner
i could be a summer morning forever
the smoke
the pass out in yr bed
shove me against the wall in here 
or outside
why is my life so without you

BECAUSE A MAINER


pour me
  into any mouth
   i just need to needle
     at the clothy rubboff
     what is knocked
       who is sloshing in my tub
a god????
 oh good to meet the meaning
  the positive of my mind make
     swallow soapy
      dip the line
    of i am a breather
        have to be above the bottom
        to be a believer
           a wheezer
            a song to play in the darkest
room as a teenager
   i quit smoking
       because it was hurting my lungsoftness
    & that is what i am doing
w/ my body
        here this air is thinner
      so i will cut you
some slack
                 jaw me
  grin the edge off my structure
      this is a beard    to be a warmer
          this is a beard    to be a loaf
 this is a beard  to hide the winter
this is a beard
            to forget my face
          to force my face into metal wall
            a cool down 
            a thinker
                i think too
            the future
            my death
            the future
            my death
            the future
 i am crushing things w/ my chew
           my muscly muscle man face
  small pills or eyes or pills or eyes
       where does all this black come from
the blue????????
          you hanging from my chin
             little lizard
               dry is the summer
             dry are my veins from all this suction
the sun heaving heat on my sweaty jogged body
flopping chest skin into the upwards abyss
           she is a sky to me too long
           as it moves by the gravity of worthless satellites
        i mean nobody
             can buy the earth
               so stop buying earth
               to breathe every last air air air
           IT IS HOT IN THE SUMMERTIME
              & I MISS U
                       HUMIDITY
 THE STICKYNESS OF I AM A TINY BUG
            i am the small drop of fluid
             as it vapes in sunshine
                        fill me w/ moments
                           tell stories abt my adventures
                             do better
than i tried
        than i am a tired mosquito
           a quito
             a worthless letter
                a recorded voice saying the past
            is not past enough
            lets go further back
              to the nothing

TREE POEM


WHATS SUGAR LIKE
WHERE DID THE SUN GO
STOP CRAWLING ON ME
I AM TICKLISH
WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN YOU ARE TICKLISH
BUT YOU CANT SQUIRM
I GUESS THIS IS ME
THIS IS MY LIFE
I WILL HAVE TO
GET USED TO THE TORTURE
OF MY EXISTENCE
WHATS CAFFEINE LIKE
I THINK SOMEONE
SPILLED COFFEE IN MY ROOTS
LAST NIGHT

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT


put me in me
feed me a myself to me
i am bones & soft & worth something
a trade for body
taste backsweat
taste frontsweat
swallow the stink off my worked skin
i smell a way you smell a dewy humid
summer daze
lay on my body w/ your lazy pile
keep my skullly at your chestbone
rib my throat a song abt sugar
so sweety
hold me
so death to my kidney
hold me
my lust for green greener than a fence
you sit on to say
do i need to need a needy lawn??
can i mow myself
to the perfect height???
run through me barefoot
dig a hole in the center
of my fielding
pluck wildflowers from my face
i dont care
i am soil
i am a farm for the feeding
i am a new
to a world that only sees new things
new dance moves
new stretches to learn
in a new tangle
of why is it so late all the time
head on my shoulder
be my sunshine
be my cloudy spring
rain on me w/ fingers in my beard
i am a not so sad
sad bird
a hot air balloon w/ nobody in my basket
find me in the sky you winged beaut
a ballpark figure
me out a real
motion of wave massive enough
to change my shape
mountain into great plain
i keep singing
high pitched from the thin air
& feelings in my stomach
everything looks
so small from this distance
until i am in space
& there is no more sound

SHHHHHHHH


there is
not enough
blood in
my body
to feed
you

CAN I MAKE IT DAMN RIGHT I BE ON THE NXT FLIGHT PAYIN CASH FIRST CLASS SITTIN NEXT TO VANNA WHITE


cradle my head to yr chest
keep me from a fly away
cover me in slat wood shingles
armor my aged softness wit
bark wit yr turn away from
anything you can smile at
me or angry life or job complaints
tulips for you the never ending
wasp of bar bros put your hand
on my mane a pet to be pet
to be pet name me a diamond
jaw rough enough to cut glass
cold as a question to hold hands
i am sitting in a booth wit boo
 staring at the space between
us call me a rope bridge a
dangerous escape to the other
side of some beautiful ravine
we could take burros down
the cliffwall to see a narrow
river that has carved its way
through rock more unmoved
than my stubborn ask for touch

MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M A MAN


it's not a dull razrrr
     that makes it difficult
     or the old growth
     or the wet
   my body leaking
 a mess a handfull of gadgets
     answers for the wall
        no questions or a head
through the weakest parts
w      i      n       d      o      ws or smudgeye
my scratched camera lens
    retired drawing skills
       i just doodle
        i am just doodling
           face after face after
i like to draw
spikes
i draw them on everything
                    i am an artist
                    i have diamonds in my lungs
       that is a poem
        for lost bodies
         crawling over mtns for their souls
        luggage
        everyone has brain damage
        sugar will kill you
  so i drink too much
    whiskey when i'm nervous
     want to hold hands
      w/ a river
        w/ a leaping deer
she hooves me
   kuh-clop my nog
     a fracture in thought
      my skully starts to sing an angry buzz
        i listen to
my health
     

ACCEPTABLE FALLOUT



dr. alvin c graves does not give a fuck about you
dr. alvin c graves is dead
dr. alvin c graves lost his friend to a bomb
dr. alvin c graves kept dropping bombs
dr. alvin c graves was sterile
dr. alvin c graves was going blind
dr. alvin c graves kept droppin the bomb
fuck dr. alvin c graves
graves
graves
graves
graves etc.

YA, BUT FUCK WARREN BUFFETT



warren buffett has more
$$$$$$$$ than everyone who will ever read
this poem
combined
i googled nice things people say about warren buffett
but all i got
were things warren buffett said
warren buffett said
someone is sitting in the shade of a tree
because someone planted a tree
a long time ago
fuck warren buffett
and his misguided idea that man controls nature
haha fuck your $$$$ you fucking dipshit
tree killing mother fucker
warren buffett said
it takes 20 years to build a reputation
and 5 minutes to ruin it
smh
reputation...
WARREN BUFFETT TALKS ABOUT THE RICH
LIKE HE IS A HARDWORKING SMART MOTHER FUCKING MIDDLE CLASS MAN
BUT FUCK THE MIDDLE CLASS MAN
warren buffet says HE HOPES THE AMERICAN PUBLIC IS CATCHING ON
hahahaha ya right he doesn't give a fuck
about you
american public...

AWAY FROM THE BIG CITY




i am chained to the windy
voodoo in my tummy
tuck thin needles in my bloody
get fired
from my job
i have more followers than my boss
favs on all my tweets
but he's makin 6 figs????
i have
no $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
but my body has food
for my organs
fuel for my poems
so i can talk a lot of nonesense
try to boost confidence
keep my mind occulent
while i release everything
a dump
a goo bye
my brain works like a timid magician
swam in pollution
arms in position down my salted throat
no singing a run run run run
walk faster
& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess i'm not sure
& i guess
what you mean
when you think awful things
& the darkness that you bring
how you lie @ me w/ a whimper
into distance a melty winger
i am a warmbelly tanning under smiles
sweaty sun stretched for miles
burned as a child
loosen my no-belt
drop my pants to my ankles
tuck my beard into shirt into pants into dickless
cycles of my weather
i'll be gone til november
or just count the days
by the rain on my face
sleet in the green grass
take the moment in your lung
pass it when you're done
w/ listening to words
of a short beak bird
chippin through my bark

WAS BORN A THOUSAND YEARS AGO



my forget fullness
   swallow me
   don't forvember me
  in my classic
          musclecar 
     i have a washboard gut
         ripple torsowave
     a heaven-ly heart-y rugburn
   it is getting hot
here in my boredom
       my soonnaked shaken
 drug across the floor
  a shitstorm???
  more likea  smhstorm
  or
  i can't be happy to see carnations
or whatever this
food is called
  or what this land is for
  boarders??
 stick my pinch in the thick
 to syrup out flowers
   from everyones garden
or is she calling it magic
a potion to change
   what has already changed enough
  i just wan't water
   want to dump
the ocean into my eyes
  does that sound
   beautiful or painful
  is this clothed
or am i sewage
   a mouth of unwanted
halloween candy
      diseases under my skin
    called this body
    named a gift
for my birthday for a snowy spring
  day day day
  give me water
   dump the life off the rim
   swollen cactus
   lazy sadness
  eat the crow off of your dyed-black
she wings me
  w/ pebbles
   at the bottom of the aquarium
  don't poor beer in the aquarium
when flowers is out of town
        drink the water
         take whats green out of vase
           chug
chug
CHUG
CHUG
CHUG
where am i what did i say when my brain was vapor
       i was blackout drunk
    i slept sitting up
   it's a birthday
   i am a broken water
      i tried to figure out what month
          my parents had sex to make me
             it was august or something
              in 1983
            there were nuclear bombs
           going off in the united states
          but my parents were busy screwing
          theymademe
      a nuke boy
     radiowacktive imagination of thirsty sailors
my soaped mouth
   stand on a box to see over your shoulders
 this is backwards
   this is the back of my walking away
     in a mushroom cloud
       it glows so bright
         you don't even remember your skin melting off