NACHOS?


crush my spinefruit
juice my brain of puss and thought
sweaty as my visions are
smoke my dress
and i twirl for you
we are stuck here
i keep forgetting to pay my student loans
we move
and hold me
or i am smoking a cigarette inside
sounds illegal
prop head to think easy
my talk just drips
Justin in small doses
i can't just write a poem
for everyone
i imagine a river
or every body
of water
is the end of the world
what do you write about
life i guess
i dunno.

THIS POEM IS ABT MIKEY AND THE SUN

hey mikey

stop stopping

the damn

the icey spike

yr bro

asked me some

dumb question

about Meryl Streep

and when ever i think

about movies

i think

about the BIG CHILL

and chill man

and mirror glass art man

like it's a weekday

and we have cocaine

in our hair

lets stop cry 

it's cray cray

it's a baby

it's yr beautiful saliva

shakity

makes it more gravy

like i am a looser

emphasis placed on the goose

i mean

i can't fly a god damn fighter jet

but yr frozen lake

seems walkable

for these clumsy

pogobones my femur

compacts or impacts

or the moon doesn't

weigh a god-damned-cent

get the money

get the bag of pills

i think there is xanax

in the glove-box

i think words r a ton

of problems

like saying things wrong

like you sing a stupid heap

the whistling

the lisp

the dance you do in the ditch

my life of crashing

the hail 

peppering the hood of my chevy

hey lady

you r a handsome broad

the Earth

is smaller

than my want your hand

on my jawbone

swinging me

at the enemies

QUIT SMOKING

i stayed up for 3 weeks

getting bit by housespiders

being afraid of every sound

like hell i am alone

only i will nip off the tips of my fingers

unleash the deluge 

flapping fire hoses

sausage nipple

no i don't think you are beautiful

the way the window shakes

in the wind

because we are in it

the world of air moving

even the water of mountains

can kill you

i guess i am flooding at high 

altitudes

do you remember

when we used to exist

 as laughter you can feel

my throat buzz

TREE POEM

I DON'T SLEEP WELL WOODS

HE'S SWINGIN'''

THE MOON CALLS ME

I THINK

SHE SAYS I MUST BE CRAZY

SHE WALKED AWAY

SAYING I MUST BE CRAZY

REALLY LOUD

SO THE WHOLE DAMN DARKNESS

COULD HEAR

TREE POEM

BARK ACHES I AM NOT WALKIN

THRU THE FOREST 

CAN'T SPEAK TREE SPEAK

WORDSME I CAN KISS STICKS

OFF THE DIRTY FOOD 

LAND LEAVES ON MY TRACKS

I AM HURTING

ROOTY HOLES

AXE

MY BELLY

W/ YR BELLY AXE

INTRODUCTION

she laughed w/ a poof of hurricane

season sea

sunny my darling my roughneck needs

i don't sleep in the dark

or push me in any active volcano

to not awake i am in this dreamburn

where i don't hear you pounding

heart of a terrible storm

rip away sparkle i can't swim in fire

i can't smile the way your nothing

makes my hold-together seem easy

slow smolder 

what is shining in my plucky lids

drip shutters down my precious stones

a door to the howling

i can't find my pulse when i am not alone

and i am in this galaxy

you maybe too

there are tiny explosions

planets no one will ever know

that i name after you

and i miss them and always have

even as their deathglow

passes through my future

you're singing is my magic

or bake enough beauty

to fill the hole in me

what rises

when my knees kick high in air

each step in place

who takes me

when every lightning burn

zaps the oxy from my lips

would you kiss me if i 

were nothing

the way i vanish

smoke is not my first love

i found fog in the city

it drove me mad

HANG TIME


skip rope just drop
it is not a jump
just autumn or time before sun
and deadzone
watch out
for falling lava crystals
shatter me splatter me
i am art
my legs r vibrrating
WARM ME
i have got
sunshine
shimmy
R.I.P ODB
or i and i just walk around
some New York bla bla
my throat is burn
i got cancer
i got honey
i got more bullet holes than teeth
shake me
as a baby
watch the water pour out

VORTEX


broke away the realness
down the eyestorm
pluck feather from my waxwing
you dont-think
this bug you have
could get someone sick
im so sorry yr like this
i'll bury myself in baubles
listen to the poor kit-kats
snap away

I HAVE YR BOOKS


i don't need to be in love w/ fog
destruction rays
ooooo what's yr real name
when did yr dog die
set tasers
jumping into water is always more fun
than a driveway
i bought rope the other day
i have a lot of rope
just a few feet
how Claire said she would invite me
to her wedding
i guess
i am building a bridge
out of them

i don't need to be in love w/ smoke

i won't apologise for

i ripped off my own head

the whatever it is is is

i can still write poems

with my brain seperated from my hands

i was born in 1984

MOON


who burned you
i am sssorry
i see how i am a boat
too the oceanback
wipes away
who is fire
walking walker to
the sun/son looking for
a godessss sandy feet
watch what the skin collects
she
sells seahorses
by the shadow of small mountains
named
gross and beautiful and
my anchor
holding my hand under leagues
drown the face
let the legs wander
bottoms of outterspace
lunar jump
away away
you can't rebuild
the Earth
with the mud of Great Plains

WASTE



i am not seeing anything
with these drugs in my blood
just fuzzy
i mean Justin is FUZZY
just stay awake for days
sun sleep summer sad
fill time with time with time to celebrate
my second hand white fur coat
kill animals w/ other hand
w/ the definition that i am animal
right now or pigsuit/shit
talk a lot
i read smokesignals i see words dancing
don't poem me
i can't handle all this cavenoise
take my silence as a yes
take my silence out of the furnace
burn nothing like a sun
where am i/you
don't fix a car for this reason
don't give your car away for hearts
and boners
and blood rushing to the center
of each tooth swoll--
bend knuckle
write me an email
about how flexible reality is
i feel empty from elsewhere
but this constant stretching
look for touch
hug my throat
pinch my tongue
bite my useless nipples
i can't fucking see the sunrise
unless i am a stumblebot
clone of my lonely eyeballs
sweaty pockets
call me
don't call me
i am cracked
i am a damn eyelid
pulled over orb after orb
after we just spin
the hell out of
everything

all that i am

GREEN SPILL

what i ate
my childhood
or the time-bullets
into my pores
i lit myself
am star
a beautiful lady never
squints
i lie about what i can see
into mouth
something is really funny
my dead-horse
my shot-gun
smallness of me
underneath sky
HAHA
pepper
leather
w/ spears
barely a universe
radiation
makes me
nothing
muffled huffs
ears bleed
on it
grass as anywhere
and for lunch.

THAT'S OKAY IF YOU

return
hy hit me
holler
roll me quarter
half-full
magenta fuckyou
&
lock me
pretend
un coq
fried skin
put seeds in everything
you
gorgeous sound
froze
whale song
light me on fire
toes &
then you skip
i drift
my dream
the lost musss
grow on my southface
log nest
hold a lil bird
drop a
pinecone

GIN AND TONIC


your teeth don't feel cheep
afterwards
the wood suit
my arms can't bend that way
walk walking
never ask me to go for one
or words
are just snow thrown
i can bury
there are no more mirrors of me
the keys to my Volvo
are in a dump
who has
a heart the size of hearts
don't
touch me
i might
turn into a poet

BEFORE THE SLEEPING PILLS

wasn't abt the words
the floors or flood of stone
the year i was
sailing
your tower is so tall
can you see me in my boat
trapped in Nebraska
i don't own an ax
where can i find
more buffalo gals?
won't i just blame the gin
if i say what i feel
you don't
owe me an ear
turn at the right moment
i can walk into the ocean
i can never want
the yellow star
to sober me
to make me grow fruits
to smile at a wall

E

wake up ur nextome
blond and tall
my hand wont dance i need your aliveness
blond my air more sun than cold walls
and tall the city the call
so gravy
so hurry for heaven salty as fresh storms
Atlantic skip stones
the plates of North America
just toss
oh blond so tall the moon leaps
over you
i am laughing at puny gods
but not so sweet
my arms taste like my arms
i know the snow by first name
she decorates my bed
bitter in the street cars
sleep on the subway
she knows
i am a damned clicked eyelid
makes the goof move
tries to press my lips
on the sunbeams
just dropping by
just warming the soil
blond and tall
the way a waterfall chills
or cleans what i forget to clean
not so sweet
blond and tall
she giraffes me
slide up the tree to nip
the best leaf
and ate me all
blond and tall

MARS


you walk like a thousand bucks
clacking their horns together and trip
over the Rockies like my voice sends
magnetic waves
surf a poem with your bare ass
i have become fatter since you left
is my body worth more
can i grow my head hair down to dirt
before the sun loves my scalp too much
quit kissing me in the TREE POEMS
you don't know where my cheeks have been
my money walking wiggle
ass in these jeans
i know you know your eyes will never
build a pyramid out of me
the Nile is my spilling
don't even say it's a river
everyone knows
everyone can google it
or when i am going to die
what do the stars think about me today
does this complete stranger know/love me
eight-ball is wrong
or what have i been smoking
eyes cloud
blood cloud
lungs cloud
does flying make me as sick as falling
i just can't be here right now
my sticks in the mud are dried stuck
i mean you strutt like a billion bucks
people get excited when royalty falls in love
people get excited when there is a stampede
you yell STAMPEDE
and everyone stampedes
with buldged eyes
tongues dry
get the fuck out! get the fuck out!
the sky is not blue
water is not blue
only my eyes
when my eyes are clean
lick them
pluck the fly out of my lid
breathe on the glass and rub your shirt in my face
look at this shiny toy
pull the string out of my back
hear me

STILL


a friend just texted me asking if i knew anyone
who wanted to buy weed


i am something
please something me


i have never met you and i talked to you
and then i felt bad when i couldn't talk to you


what i want what i want what i want
a slice???????


an unmoved moment where somebody says
are you in love


with someone
the moon


sinking under the current of the Platte R.
sinking in the sand of the dead river


we haven't had an inch of rain
all the grass is dead


when was the last time you thought winter is ok
because i don't see through a vortex


because my skin is untouched
i am lost to the idea of finding anyone


used to think about driving into trees
i have never crashed on purpose


i am afraid of brusies
i am afraid of my blood spilling


my face slid across the sidewalk
one time i dont think i mentioned


your neck wrapped around my neck
my mouth up against your ear


i am telling the story of my empty home
the lost dog or the dead dog or


i miss my dog and i miss my family
before everything blew up


before i got this job in an office
before i grew so tired


i don't drink every day
and i don't want to be pulled down


into the water
with water all around me


i can't swim i am telling you
but my voice sounds like


bubbles

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE HIM


remind me to hate onions
did your parents block MTV
i am sorry i watched
i watched my friend get his ass whooped
in front of my house
i was scared
i went inside and called Rescue 9-1-1
i screamed at the woman on the phone
MY FRIEND
and i said fuck a lot
i am sawry the Simpsons are on
i am so so sawry
i am watching
let's write a poem called FART JOKES
let's make fart jokes
let's complain about the escalating cost
of the JR. Bacon Cheeseburger
stuff our faces
so we have these huge puffy faces
so fists bounce off causing no harm
and i'm not a fan of guns
or harm
but come on man
the 99 cent JR. Bacon Cheeseburger
was so great
but the world needs to be more expensive
i get it
but it's not beloved
you can't just cram bullshit into a MTN.
you need dynamite
you need trails of dead men
dropping into the earth
because they love you
because they are willing
to tunnel through rock
i'm so so so so sawrry
please forvvvvvvvvvv
i mean i just don't like onions
they're so slimy
like this green ooze that makes
you mutate or makes paul mutate
or makes me mutate or makes
the ladies mutate
like when drinking and driving
was actually fun
like we thought we were having fun
like i am so gravy
i mean how gravy does this make you
i mean the tree poems
are really just skyscrapers
are really just mountain cabins
and you ask me if i am in love with someone
i told kyle once that all i want to do
is be in love
but that's not what i meant
i wrote a poem about that
i write poems about a lot of things
that happen
i don't know what they mean
i don't know what this means
when i want a cigarette
when i want you to look at me
through a window
while i smoke a cigarette
and i think
i am lucky
or i think
i am inside the sun
or i think
how can i stop feeling this way
because i am asked
because i am a gamble
i really like Paul's glasses
the way i thought my brother was cool
when he had glasses
and i faked the eye exam
so i have 15-20 vision
or something
i dunno
i mean i can see
i can see how much these cheeseburgers cost
i can see ghosts
i can see poems in my future
or future's future
the one where
all i wear is my beard
and the sun is my best friend
and i think about every time i breathe
that was a good breath
that was a good breath
that was a good breath
i am so lucky
i am damned
i am hands and neck
am i in love
it's like does honey expire
it's like does the pope do something in the woods
or another TREE POEM
where i can't really tell you
because i don't really know
yes or yes or yes
but it doesn't make sense
it hurts in a good way
sounds stupid
like if you miss a person
like if you forget a person
like if you can only be loved
or lost
or always searching
for shark teeth
for badonkadonk
or treasure
all these things we can put in our pyramids
the long line of dead
the ones who loved you
the end of my mouth meets air
the end of air meets eternal nothing
the weight of us
and you ask me if i am in love
the way the sun shines and the moon beams
smelling waves
surfing a hurricane
wishing the storm would swing down
through the beaches of North Carolina
and trap us on the island
i guess so
i could say
i guess i am
in love
but there are billions of fish
when the waves throw the bodies
on land
just flopping
i don't know any of them
i don't love them
but i will eat anything
to stay alive

MTS.


i am not a poetry machine
i am not a goddesssssssss

have a great cyst
have a fat baby

you too
are going to not drown in water

you can't be under the sky
you can't can't can fly

i like dancing on the roof in my shoes
i like playing the zero

here is my vote
i am not to speak or sing or lick

the ice
the beautiful not water

we are already in ground
we are dead as the living

you can't smoke your way
out of the desert

you can't drink the bile
of a drunk and taste bitters

or sing in my ear a hawk call
i can hear her and her and her

bird then egg then nest than bird
again and again until wings go

there will always be melting
w/ sweaty sun smiles

dangle from the universe
draw a cartoon me in your me mind

the color is off or i dont spit take
when the wind blows

because the wind wind and the wind
or the grass grass and the grass

like fault lines in no fault of mine
for the earth shape and rock formations

AMERICAN GOTH

i baked
i robot
my wires rr fried
i want you to pretend you are
Abraham Lincoln's son
cut my neck with your beautiful beautes
i can bleed poems
or jumbled hello this is justin again's
across the mirror
i am joking
my thudder away away
far into the bay
a real dinger
my foulpole smile
aim a rocketship into my beautiful face
beautiful or beautiful or how can i tell you
the way you wave
a grain field only loves the wind
my veins don't have much dirt in them
i stopped growing
tall
but the fruit returns for now
it makes great juice
the rest of the tree
might be useful
as a totem tall with a kick ass eagle on top
call me MR.
or call me and i answer
or darling
can you tuck your head under my chin
and listen

i really like the song
do you know
do you know
do you know
the way
to san jose

and the beautiful air even in a city like portland,
I think well she is obviously the most beautiful one.
They are both so absolutely beautiful and so slightly different and so much in themselves.
The shine of a beautiful day…
and he tells me I’m so beautiful,
and then they say You’re beautiful,
it could be beautiful.
It got its namesake by the beautiful color of the water.
And the room turned a beautiful amber.
These melancholy beautiful photos of people.
How beautiful
this is too beautiful.
And there was the darkening twilight and the chirps of beautiful, unseen singers.
At home in beautiful atticroom
the beautiful breeze & warmth of sun
saw a beautiful little snake,
she gave me a beautiful dark blue gown and in it I feel like Barbara Stanwyk

and the beautiful air even in a city like portland,




I think well she is obviously the most beautiful one.



They are both so absolutely beautiful and so slightly different and so much in themselves.



The shine of a beautiful day…



and he tells me I’m so beautiful,



and then they say You’re beautiful,



it could be beautiful.



It got its namesake by the beautiful color of the water.



And the room turned a beautiful amber.



These melancholy beautiful photos of people.



How beautiful



this is too beautiful.



And there was the darkening twilight and the chirps of beautiful, unseen singers.



At home in beautiful atticroom



the beautiful breeze & warmth of sun



saw a beautiful little snake,



she gave me a beautiful dark blue gown and in it I feel like Barbara Stanwyk

UN MILLIARD


i have been collecting bananas from the breakroom
they are the nature in here
i am listening to the dead stars speak
billions of miles away
i was wasted at a built to spill show a few years ago
and i thought of you
but the light
has only now arrived on the moon
middle of a desert
or swimming holes in backyards
yr sweaty in the swim wear
yr twist in nest twig in hair
i come from a long line of fallers
maybe i'll eat this banana
call you in a few time space gap
look at how
handsome a voice sounds
when there are nothing but poems
coming from my chest
i broke vibration
purred my ribs to sand
and melted my entire torso
to build a glass torso
there are all these bananas
around me
it's like i am
in donkey kong country
i have
so much time
to find your hands in the air
my blurry vision
my afraid of sad
or you leave again and again
every time there is nothing
that i knew
i realize several years later
what i mean
what i wanted to say to you
twenty years ago
smash these fruits to a pulp
mash into any mashed banana food
have you seen me
have you made out with me at a wedding
have you swam in fresh ground water
it's lovely

SUBWAY

i ate the entire tube
of toothpaste
to clean away the tar
i shuck from my rowed teeth
it is 3:45 P.M. 100 DEGREES FARENHEIT
on monday
i have not seen fall for a long time
or am falling
i miss the times when you are not speaking
in my ear
i am eating a footlong chicken breast subway sandwich
with no cheese pickles cucumbers spinach tomatoes
banana peppers vinegar and honey mustard
on honey oat bread.

KILLING TIME



how fast does a train go
when a train is no longer falling
i have never been in salt lake city
i have never walked on water
but i saw it the last time i came to boise
but ice is everything
my ringer did not go on
and i did not hear this
and your voice is in my ears
hawks and falcons are hawks and falcons
i guess you should know
that i never learned to swim through sky
what you call them
what everything used to be
when downtown used to be
where downtown people used to be
i would rather live
in a horse pasture
than in a strip mall
because i don't care
about conditioned air
what is your dogs name
what does he call you
what else were you going to say
i woke up too
i am sober too
i hope the pain in your stomach is gone
i am going to smoke a cigarette

HUCKLEBERRY



the heat is gone or just waiting
i dont drink whiskey every day
but here is the ice you need
to prepare for your middle age
to say good good good
to my patted head
the lick of thinned hair curled
behind my ear
i can french braid my beard
or by a horse and ride it to the top
of a hill in october
i am still talking to you
dont you know who i am
still a flyrr
whrrring-ing-ring
am i enough to hold down the liquor poured
my hemingway-grave
hands blister from shovel handle
i cannot take the place of youth
i won't be a bridge to the moon
but take what is left in my labored lungs
my marrow tastes sweetest
when you leave it in the sun all day
or sit next to me
with our feet in the river
seeing a face
but not touching it

LAVA
for magma


i am in lincoln nebraska
my heart only bleeds when you open it
i screamed gin blossom lyrics
at a bar in omaha
how much of what i say
makes it to you
i was excited to go through tunnels
in west virginia
on the way back from the beach
the ocean is terrifying
i haven't said a word
to my father in over a year
and he tries to kill himself
and that sort of thing hurts me
i don't want people to feel
sorry
i am sorry
please forviv me
yr turqouise
i am i am the shades of a wasp
i am smoked in
i am in SP CE
listening to third eye blind
writing you a poem
did you write today
i am 28
and i forget
to drink
water
will you math me
will you hold my hand at the edge of a mountain
cliffs or the beach or the ocean is sky
my eyes are barely no years old
but i hear
or i can't listen from here
the wind over nebraska
lifts the cranes to other planets
kyle to the moon
you can call me
or i dont know why anyone would
imagine being stranded on a desert island
with your southwestern kitsch
am i missing south dakota
how do you say coyotes
what color are the hills on the moon
all these 90s hits i hear
break my heart
break my heart
break my heart
with a hammer
with the fist of rocketships
i am dreaming of clean water
but i cant dig deep enough
the earth wont open
where i am dry
is it too late tonight
are we just going
to skip to the end
i am asleep
i just woke up
it's nice to see you again

$$$



LISTENING TO PEOPLE EAT FOOD OUT OF PACKAGES
LISTENING TO PEOPLE EAT FOOD OUT OF PACAKGES
LISTENING TO PEOPLE EAT FOOD OUT OF PACKAGES
CRUNCH
I KNOW EVERYTHING THAT IS INSIDE OF ME
I CAN CHART AND GRAPH AND THINK AND DIE
LOOK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT HOW UNFUTURISTIC THE SUN IS
THE FUTURE HAS ALREADY HAPPENED
OR I DON'T CARE
CRUNCH
I AM WORKING REAL HARD
I AM WORKING REAL HARD
I AM WORKING REAL HARD
BOSS
I AM SO HARD
CRUNCH
BOSS
COUNT HOW MUCH VITAMIN A
COUNT HOW MUCH RIBOFLAVIN
COUNT HOW MUCH SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR
CRUNCH
KEEP YR CAKE IN YR MOUTH
THERE IS A DAMN
IN EVERY RIVER
FOR A REASON
MY EYES ARE FLOODING
MY ASS IS SHAKING
I ONLY EAT ORGANIC ALIVE BODIES
I AM MUNCHING ON A BAG OF SMALL PEOPLE
WHO NEEDS TEETH
WHEN I CAN SWALLOW YOU WHOLE
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
NOW I AM TRASH
OR HAVE ALL THESE PILES AROUND ME
LISTENING
TO DEAD PIGS IN DEAD PIG PENS
AS IF A PIG CARES ABOUT WHO LIVES AND DIES
AS IF A PIG CARES ABOUT WHAT GOD MADE HIM
AS IF A PIG CARES ABOUT MARIJUANA
HE SCREAMS FROM HIS TIGHT HOLE IN THE DARK
LEGALIZE IT
LEGALIZE IT
LEGALIZE IT
I WISH I COULD GET MARRIED
I WISH THERE WAS A PIG DREAM
WHERE ALL PIGS ARE CREATED EQUAL
TODAY
IS ANOTHER
DAY
AND WASTE AND I AM WASTED
HALF A LIFE
HALF A TIME
HALF A BLOATED PIG CORPSE TO MAKE
DELICIOUS BACON
OR FUCK THE POLICE
OR FUCK THE WORLD
OR FUCK ALL THESE RULES THAT MAKE YOU
FEEL SAFE
WE ARE NOT SAFE
WE ARE FLOATING IN SPACE
THERE IS INFINITE DARKNESS
THE SUN IS SLOWLY NOT GIVING A FUCK
ABOUT WARMTH
AND I FEEL
I HAVE BEAUTIFUL FEELINGS
THAT COME AND GO
LIKE I COULD WRITE A POEM ABOUT
HOW MY HANDS ARE ALWAYS THE SAME
EVEN WHEN THEY ARE BABY HANDS
EVEN WHEN THEY ARE DEAD HANDS
SHAKY SHAKY SHAKY
I WON'T PULL THE TRIGGER
I WON'T PUSH THE RED BUTTON
THAT SAYS FUCK SHIT UP
BUT I WILL DANCE
ON THE GRAVE
OF THE SUN
AND WISH
THE
PIGS
ARE
HAPPY
LIKE HOPE IS FLOATING
LIKE I AM ON A BOAT
LIKE MONEY OVER EVERYTHING
MONEY ON MY MIND
I HATE MY JOB
THE PIG SAYS
BUT NOBODY
IS LISTENING
TO POETRY
ANYMORE
AND I AM LATE FOR MY JOB
AND I AM GOING TO GET FIRED
AND I AM UNEMPLOYED
AND I AM SO SCARED
OF NOT BEING ABLE
TO AFFORD LIVING
LIKE THIS FAKE SHIT
WITH ALL THESE NUMBERS
DEFINES THE EXISTENCE
OF ANYTHING
FUCK MONEY
FUCK MONEY
FUCK MONEY

i put on my gasoline suit that i keep on hand
in case i need to prove something to the universe
i can't get drunk enough to not weep
and i will never remember to ever go
on rollercoasters or strip clubs or vacation
countries where i don't speak the language
my mouth just opens and closes with foam
my stupid eyeballs turn air into ocean
my furnace is only magma inside me
press my face against the cold sun
feel the sweat on my tongue cool blood
feel warmth pass from skin to star to my burning body

CRAIGSLIST POEM



i was going to write a poem
it was going to be a sonnet
but not a real sonnet
if
you give a shit
about what is real
but then
instead
i went to craigslist
to look at furniture for sale
couches
or whatever
i can stuff in this sweet new pad

WATER

i forget to drink water


i forget to gush


i forget that i river


i forget where i go



hello



i used to drive drunk all the time
if she was somewhere else
i would  change my molecules

does glass turn to water
on the sun


when i ate spaghetti and drank a lot of whiskey
and threw up in the sink
and then went to your birthday party
on my bicycle

you know i wanted to never be fat
or lose at raquet ball to you or you or anyone

hell i dunno about gasoline suits
or anything about wearing liquid

but i am made of mostly
nothing
and i don't know what made me
or the mud

IT'S SMOKE AND MIRRORS
a boomed voice bloats
the clouds
are so
pretty
and
shit

LISTENING TO THE CURE RIGHT NOW


joke about my own death
mentioning how many times i refresh thedeathclock.com
in layman's poems i am gross i am a smokestack
i am going to crumple in on myselfish
my worst worsts
wrist wrenching my hands just throw up
all over a keyboard
i can type i dunno how many words per minute
like i got through the educational system
unscarred
i took a lot of physical education classes
growing up
but who the hell knows
what i put in my body
gall knows gosh knows
but i have chest pains when i don't see her
heard about web MD
they said there is no cure
but i am listening
to the cure
right
now

YES WES



would walk through your sweaty sun
in a poetry suit
to burn all the money
to gas up my limo
your'e making ends meet
your ends meets the grinds
the frrty hrr wrrk week
i gotta hand
i gotta find me a new axe
i have dumb questions
for you
the chocolates i ate
i am sorry i left
that delicious ice-cream in yr freezr
kiss the chronic cough
it isn't like lying
the blood doesn't mean you got hurt
it doesn't mean it will work
the words
are a weapon
say machine gun you fucker
yr hail is pounding the hood of my car
i have dings all over my chestbrain
the desert
is growing
forget this i am sad for not cumming
and slide the poems on
one leg at a time
addaboy you gotta brother now
a stone cold pimp
i mean i uh
wont drown if you ask nice
wont dunk on you at your false god wedding
say can you talk to your father
say can you be in his stomach
i know love is pain
or i dont know
why i need the sun to bake
im tanner im feeling leather
she added the eeee's to make it
go down easier
didn't i tell you
when i almost choked
on the ocean