the joke in your language don't come out the same

i got into a fight with
a vomit-colored bitchman and
my fist against his jaw was
fip fip blap blap STOP PFFFFSTOP

on his chest i piston-pounded whatever
wasn’t red yet and the
others tore me off and

hit me but

his blood on me already black
constellations little
tribes of rrrrred dots warm like
rum guts

and i laughed and laughed while
the deputies bit me with knuckleteeth with
ennui and

a dragging later i
was jesus or francis
macomber bleeding
on the floor with the hysterical dust

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nPbgq8j_nc

shitty fucking letter

taste of blood the
high-ball of wolves

a rickety thing, this,
rusting bolts,
three steps from the event horizon,
the abyss where
lotus-eaters pluck butts from
the snow

a car whine and
a roaring chaldean on the
road paved with good
inventions will tell you with
crowbar in hand just WHAT
festers
gibbering
in that wine-dark soul

barbecue sauce and
john madden in a diaper (will i ever discard
this?) back into a past
carved of playing cards

cassino
spades
gin-rummy
mop-waltz
bearded prophets in
the ten of clubs

idols indicted,
not perfect,
not ever,
were the stars really in that ink my
numbers would flip,
like if i were abraham and isaac in
one, knife (or five trump) in hand,
forget about it

the storm goes
and wet things nod with
rain weight

i would set the sun but
that’s enough, really

instead i pour powdered moon and
think of crystalline things

then

RIPPON

yeah



MAIL


and acid in my
face for unfolded before me like
a raped girl in white,
black and bloodstain is


BRIAN I LOVE YOU BUT


etc etc girlshit



anyway o dealer

wielder of the half-a-hundred-and-two

apothecary mine



tell me what the king of hearts
is doing with that thing

where is your queen little one

sun-warmed stonework.
hammock. rope intrigues.
two maples,
cradle-posts.

bees.
bees on flowers.
purple funnels drink
bees off the breeze.

sleep and grass,
ten thousand smiles.

smiles crooked,
smiles summerdrunk.

bees and bees and chickadees.

nascent junefresh jubilees.

worms loam damp,
worms loam deep.

hammock,
maples,
bees clean bees.

what a trip that was

TeraJoule (10:28:52 PM): hihi
hornyamy19f (10:29:00 PM): hiya
TeraJoule (10:29:08 PM): what up nigga
TeraJoule (10:29:16 PM): man i'm drukn
TeraJoule (10:29:18 PM): ydrunky
TeraJoule (10:29:19 PM): drunky
TeraJoule (10:29:20 PM): lol

tmhd2 (9:09:11 PM): yeah but now is like -38472637987 degrees

lovelymorphine (10:17:18 PM): like i had a craving for pickles and milk at the same time once

TeraJoule (9:28:41 PM): took my chevy to the levy and the levy was Bri

Lauraballz33 (7:41:18 PM): AND IF IM SO GOOD AT IMMORTAL QUOTES, WHY HAVEN'T ANY OF THEM BEEN PUBLISHED IN YOUR LIVEJOURNAL, BRIAN?

B0LT KIT (11:36:48 PM): i'm so proud of my ass.
B0LT KIT (11:36:53 PM): meaning my FACE.

NovemberInMySouI (10:38:44 PM): i was thinking niggers and indians.
NovemberInMySouI (10:38:49 PM): in a totally openminded kind of way.

hornyamy19f (10:32:22 PM): talk to me beautiful
NovemberInMySouI (10:32:36 PM): how could i resist that?

more animals

undercurrents


larynx, tied

made shut by the life that
slipped its arm inside
of you one day
like fourtrillionseepingsperm

inundated with cum

leftist propaganda promenade face,
put your death mask on,
the sun sets so prettily over Northville.

the woods spit you all over me
now we are one, you and i, and the woods too,
can you tell sap
from our blood

can you tell water from breath


i bent her over the washing machine, &
today, oh

today was
a good day.

wimbledon eyes

smokeless voice

1

ever-doll of pork

had a dream of a
red-faced bauble smiling at me, rocking,
wobbling,
teetering in some kind
of buffalo dance

i knew this thing was death so i told it hello,
he said in
his voice of granite wind-chimes that he’d had
his eye(s) on me for
a long, long time

i didn’t know what
to say so i
put on tom petty and we
got drunk on morning dew


15

wanted to be drowned but
his mother said
no, charles.
it’s time for your oboe lesson



i keep fingering these keys

but you are
gone, gone-gone





wandered in between the mail
and the crisscrossed shards of grass

built myself a satellite but
when i threw it off the tree it never came down

leather wallet, fish food
\
what do you say to these pixels
in the middle of the night,
when the dim waves

slip into you



do they know you're alive

do they know you are fragile, that you are flesh


empy empty socket socket and their
cannibal eyes splitting open
logs with a surrounding of "up north" and the sky is blue
but the clouds are smoky, dim
and the sun is too bright again




went to wash the car but
it was 640 on a sunday, place was empty,

vacuumed instead

marriedtothesea.com

peanut butter and granola bars, i don't think my verncular could even wrap itself around an adequate compliment for your grand union.

i am down to 2 cups of coffee a day.


winter

it's going


DO YOU HEAR IT FELLAS

LADIES


SPRING IS A-CREEPIN'

gravity always wins



library hopping


canton
plymouth
now westland

and soon

dearborn
maybe novi

northville if they've got one



my boots are a little big
my gloves are too tight

it's the great grievance
of our age

gigantic red-faced, red-backed
drunken seat-sniffing
fucks

stuff themselves into their clothing

like too much trash
in a garbage can




when i don't try i write better

if left to myself
i can cut bees out
of winter air


i'll see lips on a waitress
that
helen of troy wishes she had


but you can't see it that way

until i tell you to






see there's a big difference between
abstinence
and sobriety

you gotta know the meaning of volume
and also the meaning of marijuana

that shit is deep

deep like
fuck i don't know


deep like the kraken



anyway these libraries some of them

you gotta have a card to
get on the box
and
it's irritating


usually
i just find attractive young women and say

EXCUSE ME...?
FINE LITTLE GINGER-SNAP...?


YES, I DID CALL YOU A "GINGER-SNAP"


NEVERMIND ALL THAT NOW,

MAY I PLEASE HAVE
YOUR LIBRARY CARD AND YOUR PIN?




at chene and mack they'll say the same
except without the "MAY I PLEASE" and certainly omitting
the "LIBRARY" and
you'll probably be naked or
worse


those dudes

they don't know how to do it

WHO THE HELL ROBS
TO STACK FOR AN ESCALADE


WHEN YOU CAN SWINDLE LIBRARIES INSTEAD

AND STACK BOOKS