Basquiat 11:57

Sad chocolate
Philistine
Crumbcake
Crumbling
down in
Over my cheeks
Ramparts
& ear cavities.

How to Bake

Strain the whole Earth
Thru a colander
Into a mind, mind you
Into a mind.
Funnel all the feathers,
Cram that shit
If you have to –
I had to.

Swim and pluck my
Ruffled feathers,
Fucks & coughs up weather
This loon can swim
But ducks instead, red eyed
Into a morphing pressure
Cooker, that’s her slit

Trim me fast, walking
Cut off my head
With a melty scissor
Before she swallows me whole
At least deny her that

Loon slick on a mountain slide
To get back to the lake
My neck, frozen,
Cuts off energy
Brain into a body,
Embody a brain
I don’t topple
Not topheavy
Not unlike the turtle
Smashed beneath a chevy

Shooter with your pellet gun –
That one that shoots.

I Dream You Out of Me in Noiseblocks

Swan
On a Crouded Pond

Obelisk Ten or Viper
Broken Icicle Tremor
Shiver
Me Timbers

Ou Ou Ou Ou Destroy
Mushroom Observation
Arithmatician Crime Sauce
In Scientific Labs
Shrieking Ladies in Glass Jars

Nightwind Befuddle the Princess
Crafting Chasms

Train Whistle Out that Dead Swan

Whalesounds

The bassoon frequency of
whale's call mumified
In to brine playfriend
schoolhall she neatly
Spikes my curiosity

The Dragontree

Incandescent, insects
they hover beside me
harmony and the dragontree
tears

a wave between this page

music, the, it illuminates it
nothingness
picadilly songbirds linger


the return of their words
inconsequential --> it befalls
the semestral
equation.

i broke my wordstream
over the wristbranch
falling to december

a must chance
this hour
i forgot months' power
they stumble at the
spectrum before me
lights they adore me

John Smith the guns
bombardment we me
and the dragontree
find shelter

It breathes
not welters
Peculiar
sat in this

sound belle,
trees,
a dog cell,
book,
a vein,
huge down branches,
upside

Where is
the sick
morphing
noise - all
ambient
?

Bees

The Kamikaze Venom Vainly
Queen vs. coiled pilots
Warring can-smoke
Dead thoraces

Peace over Honey and
they quiet the graze
they become our
Grids of milk.

Bees revolt! They sting
And sting and sting and
Die, triumphantly
Little diving trumpets

Escalator

I’ve got an out-of-water suitcase
Packed with umbrellas
I promise, peddle:
Fling to people
Cling to the ankles of clouds

I am a blind dolphin
Riding an escalator
Writhing, a deflating balloon
The rain flows over us,
Black ink from a printing press

Your smile hops mountains
Of Jell-o, beside red
Happiness frogs scatter
Only for an afternoon

In truth, gelatin proof of rain.