O2

 

forward forces four
throttling thrashes three
Twirling towards two
onward only one
on o

insect alien an are we
thorough in destruction
disintegrated anarchy
— order as it's meant to be
we lost an eye and us ate me
once were beached and now at sea

Shipping

 

genuflect and bow
lash yourself to prow
yeet all hope
all tomorrows
rowing rows
faces hollow
eat up all the gruel
you can
bind yourself
an other man
no love
no sorrow
skull crash drum
we've borrowed

lives mean nothing to our cause
we will work, build something large
something gaudy, something grand
a monument to garbage cans

Wishful Thinking

                  

                    black trees line the black wet blacktop
                            black furry walls,
                    slate night sky glowers chemically
                            down
                               a cornflower blue volkswagen beetle
                    at the bottom of a slot canyon highway
                    sprays water everywhere
                    —
                    rivulets down shower closet tiles
                    institutional tan drain sucking
                    curled in a corner, sitting
                    fetus curling naked man
                    lips like dewdrop river
                    grey water pouring down
                    sphincter loose a'quiver
                    this weakling,
                    lost and shrieking
                    this fucking little clown
                    a clean well-lighted campus affair
                    with our point make a line to theirs

                    We dance through hell 
                    a thousand times
                    imagine! on ragged shins!
                    we take our pills
                    we defeat our thrills
                    and never die within!
                    you can't defeat us ever,
                    we've witnessed all your crimes! 
                        your lies and the monsters you hide behind
                        They come knocking at our doors...
                    So when you fall you will fall hard
                      — and you will fall to dust —
                    but the consequences you can't predict
                    because you don't know how to love 
                    you claim that there are cracks through which
                    your members can slip through
                    but in fact there is no floor at all
                    — nothing is beneath you —

                    we used to drink and now we hope
                    we're not sure which is worse
                    all we know is that we'll die
                    don't bother with a Hearse.
                    
                - A                   
                    
                    
             
    

Chitin

 

        Begin your time as humblebee
             age into a spider
                cobwebs unrelenting tangle
                strangle heart inside her
        Like m word to a paper lantern
             filled with flame and greed
                the tiny polyp we began
                grown into a octopede 
        Cast off shells and craggy nook
               spider crab, ichorous
                  clicks away from all of us
                  with paralytic growing rust
                         

            

Kelp

        Alone we swim unheeded
        and crawl among the surf
        we pick and glean 
        and stay unseen
        a cre-a-ture of earth
                —

         and perhaps we shall recover         or perhaps it never hurt             it's hard to tell which scars are fresh                   from which are old as dirt         A hero came to slay us,         but we beat her to the throne         the hero got her no reward         and now we're back alone                  headscratched fresh and bloody         new scars inside our cove         a tiny little otter/'pus         rage withinning grow         

boy

 

                                                                                     get up boy
                                                             on your feet.
                    we can't do this
                                                                                                        yeah, we 

    can

    boy cold

    boy strong

    boy blank

    boy face

                                        now shut the fuck up 

                                                                                                                            boy, you're a disgrace.

The Sublime

 

    Beneath a lime
    an orange
    above a lemon
    simple order
    shining stack of reflective wet plates
    a bustling kitchen
    meth out the back
    smoking harried druids
    light fireflies in an alley
    steam insistent pouring
    a derelict snoring
    a thin cat dies
    quietly