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