I can't
shake the baby
outta my hands
not the way
the trees
downtown
shake
their
white light
shifts
in the wind

I can't
wear
comets
like a whisper
around
my hips

I can't
play
with two
heads
in my hand

I can't
escape
with a
crack
smack
slingshot
around the moon

maybe soon
I'll fly

sublty
outwardly

I know I was a bit dreadfully dramatic
buttons popping off in rounds like bullets

a horribly big butt
insecurity like a clumsy frock

tumbling

tumbling
TUMBLER FULLA BOMBAY GIN

I was so careful in preparing

I even used the good kind of toothpaste
with baking soda

I was so precise you should have studied me

tough gig

That's the story of

A Boy Named Gin
and
The Fire Breathing Tequila Dragon

Did you break
Did you crack
Did you bend over,
and forget to stand up
Are you a thousand pieces
of what you used to be
Did they convince you
absolutely
that you never loved me
Does she let you rot
because she can't let go
Does it hurt to be so

close

Can you breath
Can you sleep
Can you remember me
Do you think about all the ways
you tried to tell me I was crazy

Did you think too long
Did you watch too close
and it came after you
Did you go too far
and find you couldn't come back
Does that mean you finally broke free?

I can't feel you anymore
and I never made that
fly down the silver highway
by my side

I have something
like
nine
million
lighters
I have
a pair of
old wing-tips
like a twenties
ganster

I have
this vision
of
my mother
saying
‘if you’ll thread me
a needle, I’ll sew up
the whole in your
heart”

there’s
seraphim
hog-tied
with ribbons
in the corner

in my hand
a book
of stories
by Steinbeck
that I can’t
read
in order
my feet
in a
punchbowl
full
of sand

my delivery
is off
and it
makes you scream
and
makes my head throb

some guy talking
crazy
shit
on the radio

my girlfriend’s
face is
distorted
like
orange play-do
I try to
mold it back

I
try
to
fix
it
all

I have a I have a
baby baby
and it and it
bites dies
me. of fever.
I have
a baby
in the
Ocean
and it
gets eaten
by a
shark.

I
wake up
my thoughts,
unclear

Tengo morra.

Everyday
I get a little
drier
a little
looser
a little
too eager
my prized
red-face
embarassed
look
frozen on
chafed on
caked on

Everyday
I do less
pay
more
lose
my elbows
in flesh
more
Everyday
shorter
chillier
Everyday
I turn
into
a mockery
of
someone
I despise
Everyday
my arms
full
of years
like the
breadbasket
of
America
and
glad
to see it
Everyday
in a
fishbowl
with
robot-clowns
jeering
at me
Everyday

I remember you
like a crisp autumn day
like saran wrap
on a crisp autumn day
with a cigarette hanging
out of your mouth
just another innocent
phalic symbol waiting to
happen
a pair of shears
but not cutting through
times
rather slitting through
worlds
and the other bodies
and constellations orbitting
around you
spinning
I remember you
dismember you
pull you apart
curious to peak inside
I remember you
knowing and unknowing
everyone looking for you
under the white sheet
of a silly ghost
from two days ago
I remember you
like licking stamps
and the smell of bubbling
asphalt
mountains rise sharply
and erode painfully to
nothing
but I remember you
right as you are
a decade from now

I chewed my head into six
times nine
plus four
and two dashes
and then I had to put it all back
together again
with masking tape
and scotch
because I had company

am I like a rock in your shoe?
do you get to know me spilling in discomfort?

like rocks and diamond tiaras on my head

like I'm the queen of motherfucking

She has an unusual phermone rating
and a high octane fuel injection system

beauty that could cut glass

plane crash humor

and burn victim wit
victims

that

shall

dance

among

ruins

MATRIARCH OF PEARL
holding up
a starless
dream
my dream
my world

The nameless Athena
consulting
with
arachnid divas

my thin
bitter kitten

my sparkly
princess

my cubic queen
raining on a tin shack
in Haitian rhythms

i'm in misery
as you tighten your
bible belt

i'm in misery
thousands weep
in the light
you give off

i'm in misery
as I dig a whole
in my heart
under the weight
of your praise

in the cemetery
on the hill
burning weed
my thoughts
like gale winds

forcing

breaking

futile

i'm in misery

I was a window
today
and I could hear
my best friend
in first grade
and I tried
to ask her
what we had planned
to do
when the world
bore down on our backs
cruely and painfully
bringing us
to our knees
and then
like now
I remembered
I had
no sense
of wading
up to my
knees
in complete shit
from birth
to death
just to survive
and then
I laughed
because I
could hear her
telling me
about this movie
the same one
on my television
and then
I wondered
not about anything
in particular
but just wondered
amazed
mystified
that some things
are just burned
into your memory
and these things
are separated

vaguely

on fiery lines

from the first
cigarette you smoked
and
the first time
you had sex

I stood at the train stop and concentrated
really concentrated
on making my feet invisible
really tried
It didn't pan out
and I wondered,
in a vast cosmos kind of wondering,,
if I was sucked out of an airplane
because of a faulty emergency exit
on a San Fran to Honolulu leg
of a Chicago to Honolulu flight
over the blue-blue Pacific
through the vast sparkly veil of clouds
would I think,
as I hurtled
back toward earth,

parachute woulda been nice

'cause that's how it is with you.
it burns behind my eyes, and I
know I'm in the wrong
I've done alot of things on my knees
woulda done my penence there too
but enough already, oddly enough
I'm finished with the guilt crap
so I just do everthing quick
sometimes that makes it even worse
like when you're waiting for the train
and your feet are still visible
You look at the sweet and gentle
rain kissing the scorched pavement
for the first time
since the deadly heat wave
and it just make you think
about how bad you have to pee.

i'll foward a
message
that's
crystalline
clear

if lala doesn't like you
today
she will not tomorrow

i'll tell you this
if I can
think of
her
ankle deep
in the ocean
the waves breaking
at her feet
the foam tickling
my memory
as she dances
to the unheard
apiary song
of the sun

"How can I explain what happened?," I say with a razor sharp grin,
"My heart ate my head."

Vincent Price

modern day horrors
whores
blistered with fame

It's all a rape I say
to my invisible friend Charley