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Jacking Off

My penis has a sore from getting caught on my zipper during an extended session in hermetic love of binary objections on video displays flickering a dying light. I see music in the faces that ring out of my cog driven, enslavement of idle key strokes. An urban filter sun that starts out on a … Read moreJacking Off

Turpentine Blue

its turpentine blue, sometimes, the way it smells out here in the low lands of politics and disease where the teeth are worse than sharks and a brother might never get the boot off his neck to breathe, and I’m left wondering if the Gulag had a place for a person with strange elections of … Read moreTurpentine Blue

Notes to Pass On

We’d been drinking all afternoon; hot sun outside, inside ogling the whores that stood drinking right alongside us, sure that we’d never spend the money unless we came in with an ear to ear grin. I couldn’t see very well; double, sometimes triple. she’d told me that morning, after I woke up; coming to with … Read moreNotes to Pass On

Taking Sides

hey pig, you got a job to do and I will have to do mine; and if one of us should die first then that’s just the battle line. You’ll dehumanize me and I’ll dehumanize you and when we look into the other’s eyes we’ll still not see the warm truth. It’s fighting that’s in … Read moreTaking Sides

broken heads

I knew it when I woke up this was one of those sundays –     ‘the kind that betray     ‘themselves in a moment     ‘of panic and heat. But still I rose for this burning sunshine. Eucalyptic in its camphor rise rise rise and belong to all the things i’ve never fit in before and still not … Read morebroken heads

ode to a muse

left your touch on high now fires start: whole lifetimes made into deserts; fidgeting night long, dying thank you for breath: come morning, trees suspend sky line drives grown out of last nights fires; carnitas aphrodisiac: come evening, left your touch on high.

Shivering

these spots in the world,
they’re left out from me,
inside you, deep, can you feel?
the tear on the right side?
I read on the left,
when this happens.
it’s ok. it’s always been this way.
no worries, no shakes,
put you’re shivers away,
I’ll not scare you anymore today.
not anymore today.
No – today was about love.
though a lot of people don’t understand,
it’s not them, it’s the plan.
trust me, i know it.
i wrote it. – lots of places to be,
lots of plans to see. Write it for ME!
Don’t worry, thelonius monk never thought
outside of his jazz jurisdiction.
me, on the right side of wrong, well,
I thought of it all – i even tried to figure out
how to kill him with the North Western maul
said I’d take the TV into the forest
pretend it was just a robbery – do you know those?
where you chase the fiend with a vacuum rod?
out the window he came with the black and white tv –
the new one the insurance bought from the last robbery?
the one on Christmas?
Shit. I’d almost forgotten.
thank you god you were here.
no worries, no fear.
Aren’t we just playing with tears?

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