jarred human parts

you're gorgeous-
you're like a fist in the neck.
you're like how a foot in the ass crack
goes along with a gun on the back of the head-

you're killing hot, i'm dead-
and I don't know you yet.
you're all that I grasp and
the steam that's hissing from
every pore hole in my boiling
skin, and all that

is curing my ape habits.
so fix both my thumbs:
cut them off. save my
hands and cure them. save them
from being human.

I know you can do it:
you're gorgeous.
it all goes wrong, and i'll grab it hard
and hold on-

too much heat and my skin does blister-
but infallible by fire is my fetish for
the very loveliest of creatures

tambores de la muerte

goddamn dream deferred
is culling me

motherfucking dude
a city is ruined

so, in no remorse,
you exist.

getting yours to enjoy while
I'm in doom

alienating the
each and every

and mine mind and days
all but ground away

in funding the
life of gentry

and drowning bad
in a vacuum of kiss

dead mans float in all the bad senses
generated by this

nutmeg

owe me nothing
and still I am owed
by you. so many folks
owe me an ouch or
any impact.
some daft gesture,
some small crater, is all i ask.
just a bit of permanence,
all across the river
between our bodies.

so if I gave you a hundred friends
and all I ask is kindness,
well, deliver;
elsewise I will eat your strangulation,
you know who is first, now,
and if not I'll say so: I can throw stones,
then turn around and meet them.
that is who I am.

not knowing, as you do not,
the size and shape of the cork in this
bottle, can I blame you?
yes, I blame you all.
yes, I can hate you.
O, I can hate you well.

my my my
my my my
O my

it's expected i'm gone

even though some styles have guile
you're still so sickening in repose.
maybe the story's so boring,
pedestrian as you suppose.


though you might one day see the truth
I leave detroit entirely to you
since I seem to hate your new friends
since a trajectory has no end


the world is like a tree
a tree is like a person
the people act like insects
their world quivers as a leaf


packt of kool with the hoop holes only
ripped up on the road underfoot
noticing cameltoes in a michigan desert
is a mind of tar and soot

solve for ex

because the urge to get inside his head
and make everything seem perfect is so strong
the lad feels pressure to keep us from sad

the suffix -ness, he does not know it yet-
it's just our struggle
isn't rotten fruit all the time

and time solves everything.
solves it all. here where there
is salt vapor and saline

ocean, solvents too;
so solve it all, every mystery
hopelessly dissolved.

i will at least
dissipate while
still honest

is a life
preserver
of mine

we
are
4

tinker's cart

misery and company, tin can clatter.
o scummy rumbuddy, the tinker can't matter-
he's just another soul, here, but not hereafter--

all that's good i gave you then.
my blood and tears and voice and pen.
and i am left behind from them;
the man you took away from them.

sensing sweet relief,
i take 100 steps away from me.
99 and 1/8, i am to the tide line,
still and walking,
decrying signs.