Distribution and Warning Conspecifics

Distribution

Mainline Protestants

are the moment

you decide you do

indeed have to poop

Warning Conspecifics

Lead build up

skin concrete and teeth.

Five of us swung pipes

held them in the air

listening to the wind whistle

One end of a tin can

telephone screeched

it will never work

but we already had

our backs turned

I shouted ahead

invert the binaries

we are all victims

of our own ambitions

and the blackbirds whistled

the same from the tops

dying trees lined the street

an alarm call

a response to danger

Blackbirds belong to the thrush

family Turdidae sing

between the months

March and June they do not 

flock together

are known to be fairly aggressive

they protect their nesting

spaces with some ferocity

the life expectancy of a blackbird is 2.4 years.

The tin can caught

up and slipped us rancid

toenail clippings in a plastic

baggy opaque yellow

white. we accepted the gift

as a project a challenge

with piece scraped

together we built our reverberation.

A marble floor

a stone cathedral ceiling

chandeliers crystal polish

covering polish i stood.

our shadows bloomed

from a single point I reached

out to the booming can

bulging brown paper bag in hand.

The cylindrical string hung

can pulled a snow globe

out of the bag. our gift.

inside a burning house of

the enemy.

when shaken up the decaying

toenails fell like flakes

without the consideration 

of extinguishing flames.

We were not burning

I was not on fire

The can hurled our gift 

to the floor 

one million glass army ants

shattered into being

scattered under tables and fell

into cracks of the polished marble.

eyes hung wide

saloon doors never swung shut.

M yelped at us

throw our bodies at the analog

apparatus we stood still

G muttered 

it expressed nothing more

than its wish for sleep.

Empty light bulb

boxes nailed to walls

under the arched stone ceiling

the flimsy boxes hummed

static honey soaked bumble

bees swarming fruitless hive

the sting held poison 

dug itself into tips of each toe

stabbed itself under my nails

crept through veins

numbed the calloused balls of feet.

a foot print in fresh cement

There is a difference between calloused and numbed.

The poison stabbed wooden

stakes into muscles

climbed up legs paralyzing

deadened and useless

My body sank into a quicksand

motion of each appendage slowing

stop from bottom up.

Quicksand survivors say that as you sink 

deeper muscles begin to freeze 

as the muddy quicksand hardens around the body.

My legs molded solid

cement blocks 

chest began to feel 

a cave in.

Fell a toppled statue

a monument of forgotten

lying still

marble floor.

B howled,

forgive them

body crumpled

N curled motionless

ball gasping

farewell.

As solution began to immure

the walls of my brain

the roots of a tree

grabbing hold of fertile 

soil i said nothing.

The tin can telephone opened

a hardcover book to velvet

bookmark toenail yellow

some marble removed

small square

shallow hole

the can signaled for the bodies 

to be buried.

word hose

I know what I meant- what I mean now is that I'm trying to break out of this word-hose style of writing. If you don't know what I mean, just check out the piece I just handed out...word hose.

So there I am straight up dyin of this rock pop suicide and out jumps this moonwalking bear all blitzface grandma with a shotgun and I brick bomb ‘im. Of course he deep ends it. What’s a deuce throwing rock bucket peach bomb—he’s a rock solid sum’bitch—sposed ta do?

Stock pile.

Basket like a trash dump water park. I can’ b’merry roundin dog races with p o’d cat bags. Modone huts pop minus.

On turnpike gutter cuts?

Naw. Dome scarves. Epic ball court swingties though.

Yolaundra

can’t take away
my illinois state of being

i bring it to you
to you I shall bring this

state of the mind
body and sole

stopped searching for you
i am me

a glue huffin lesbian
with a boomstick

and halfway socks
for running

so just ignore me
ignores me

lots of moments
of us

in dividing us
i recruited other yous

like cindy rella
who awoke the sleeping dragon

you flatter me
when you stock us

you say me and her
but its you and me

not me and you
but me and her

never again you will be me

amnesia would be nice
amnesia
of you

Glinda

drove off a cliff
into a sky blue

phizzy phoam
suds phloat to the surzace

a giant bubble surrounds
my dry lollypops

plunge through sea deew
glazing at the aquadic years of survival

toto pupfish, munchkin mummichog, and wicked walleye
dash into a yellow brick cavern

way south of Emerald City

lack pelvic fin
my subbubble is tough as catgut

it can escape the

colorless
odorless
tasteless

oh zone layer of rainbow smog
thick as butter fatted tapioca mudd

where the feesh eggplant

bottom feeding triassic jellybellys
snuggle in a sludge blanket

an ogrly ugly squid thumped my bubble
making me take a piss in the Abyss

opening a door thy favorite
cyclopsed hammerhead
barked for I was dead
in laughter

dreaming me back to the
farm of Wamego

Fragmentalia

the catastrophe outside me tongues

we’d toss for prizes more moth-

eaten and paint-peeling sweat

the carousel creaks, swells and where

i swell of where your skin

then faded under that dark.

A Revolutionary Image at Nightfall

neon lights
rain
air
rain
air
rain
airrain
rainair
concrete

Only the rain catches the light

darkness boils silence freeze

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sleep
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tooooo
long
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sleep
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an overdose may produce tremors
convulsions
and delirium
death may occur due to arrhythmias and cardiovascular
failure
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brothers
sisters
mother
father falling
delirious convulsing
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controlling costs
206200000 4
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father syndrome
high contras priced
high
cia subsidized california
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watching
father is television depression that may result requires close supervision and treatment

tight boxes and phallic poetry versus

superficial bullshit
sewage flesh wanting sludge

the demon questions the nature of logical or mathematical necessity

blurry things

chill in the air warms mornings night (3AM)
as near strangers take me away with whispers

should we quiet down
for The sea speaks
in fluid motion

and he and he and me beneath a blue black curtain deserted
not much to say when we speak We are little
we think we know things
we are never right
we are memories

so it seems
early or too late
and everything is an experiment

say more when the sun is down
to sail or romanticize the sea
he would, he says, he will
we are barely listening but we pretend

to touch a sky a word a footstep (we can, we have been drinking)
and we are specks

sand swallows our feet
stuck we never wanted to leave
stuck there is nothing better anyway
it isn't quicksand and daylight changes everything

in a photograph
cheapens the ocean with
beginning and end

wasting time in a picture frame
on something we can't duplicate

so we decide on silence
and leave before the moon
in darkness there is clarity

Dear DS

I have to admit I am unhappy here
on this planet with its teeth I don’t grasp
I feel out of place beaten down can’t relate
would love to be a hermit feel incompetent

rage empathy fucked seething cackles flesh holes knownothing snob lovers glass echoes prayers voices antipoetry non writing not thinking not doing not being not nothing

I need warmth I am dumb
I don’t belong I a m so full of shit
how could you love me
I can see why there is hate

Why genociderapesuicide
And am capable of all these things
am capable of nuclear destruction
give me a button and I’d push it

if it were with me long enough
that is why I must avoid power
I could see myself a hitlermussolinimanson
except I am weak I couldn’t kill a fly

save for the everyonceinawhile fly
I could destroy all life just close
my eyes and when I die
you will too

I need love I need heat I need money
I need status I need statehood I need manifesto
I need oranges I need mucous I need worms
I need a fuckcicle. We all need a fuckcicle

Agua

Water is a catalyst
stepping into the shower
you can feel all of
the stress of the day just
fade
as it swirls down the drain
in soapy suds
and clips of hair (from who knows where)
your skin glistens
just like it did the day you were born
sweet new nudity
just you and waterbirth
nature at its finest
now time for real life...

The pencil: how does it move it doesn't flow it just comes off on rubbing falling apart ripped from some collective hive of coherence addressed in a neighborhood of bound comfort not like a pen runs pens just bleed through coercion and coaxing with a little rolling pressure of ground friction is geometric masturbation ball and paper sex and plastic scatological birth total stylus coitus or maybe more cunnilingus fellatio performed on the tall ear pompadour knowing not of ascenders or descenders nor the calligraphic flow movement ebb of dancing strokes that are bound to the page held firm by a full bleed forgets what bar vivisects F from T who knows Fraktur style is the German truth thrown into pixelated power pica and pointist persuasion of the visual and continual senses by innocent cloud day demure of doom and damnation Back to the tawdry yellow breaks live waves on rocks of cohesive and coherent and collective thought moving brewing and foundation reeking of civility powered Republica Nostra the president and all his Viagra hard wood furniture understand that power may come from the populous civis but power over mentus populorum is where real power lives where it eats sleeps breathes souls sweat blood tears of a nation where books are empty leaves without writers and nations are empty landscapes without leaders who know nation is more congruent with the nation of bound people neighboring in place and thought but country is all inclusive of people and place the man the land and the horse he rides although he no longer owns rights to keep feed ride starve or release every bit of truth experience gives worker credibility and hooker hopes experience gives economists a better sense of ability and the market as do hookers but where economists need to predict capital and investment hookers know that they will always have an influx of money to demand from everyone wants something and they are an investment whether chanced by their over robed caned large hated financiers or by people who commission them like painters and sculptors forging their beautiful movements of hand and spine and the vulvular scrotum of cyclation or the mouth for the pleasure and consumption of the public eye like the first person to invent watermelon no not god made watermelon that is not grown but is mixed and brewed probably faux grown in a laboratory dish in a pretentass design does fit the function or does not but no one cares if you eat anyway I suppose we will never know if the length of a page is sage muse to the loved and abused who dances the dance on well hacked pain points who walks the walk on artfully butchered and botched lower than low toes I know oh I know sand stars eclipsed by the insatiable but gentle persistence of tear hot rain waves bring backup maritime reinforcements breaking genEVEal laws of engagement between canons and carbonade neuter children’s’ dream skies augmenting power from the all and ever powerful ask is the sun on a string brought not by Apollistic chariot but by Larristic truck or maybe Richardistic Heaven has such quick turnover these days what with the spiritual economy being on a downward trend to bless this bunny womb boom martini talking lounge room wherein two by four nail braced loose leaf sheets of lacramosity placate tall wall ground sound voices and postulate black alley theories on authorship and fatherhood in the ambidextrous forked tongue arias fraught with punktuation in the loud mouthed mad men who hurl and careen poster sized ad campaigns to swooned and swaggered fat cats parade hearty Italian wallets give their belts purpose to cocaine dance cliffedge topside over hot coal coattails train trailing cocktailed depression dedication and dharma capitalized money for whatever you have saved debutante freighters mutilated at sea by their mad men are attention love and fund Caesars Ragnars GenghI Alexanders so who better than faceless flowers to wage a staged war against porcelain masks and pharmaceutical breakfasts privilege love and the warmth of the word will abandon you like air tired of the flailing swimmer is drawn to open-water fly tape as inframortal maritime flys love sugar you lick off lips napes thighs shoulders breasts of halfhearted lovers would give their remaining halves for a little more rigid spine bone spine against bone to steal the other half of someone else's privilege love pump the warmth of the word is not worth forthcoming abandon open-water swimming and don't fly to sugary curves of cold lovers willing to punch to pound hand-me-down pumps privilege love and the warmth of the word abandons air swimming and flying sugar lovers abrase coital ferocity privilege love and the warmth of the word will abandon you aeronautical ciélose lovers snuff privilege love and the warmth of the word will abandon you privilege love and the warmth of the word will abandon privilege love and the warmth of the word will privilege love and the warmth of the word privilege love and the warmth of the privilege love and the warmth of privilege love and the warmth privilege love and the privilege love and privilege love privilege warm heavy music hips and elbows sweat hips and elbows music hair and feet and elbows sweat feet hips and elbows hips and elbows butt crotch butt crotch butt hips and elbows hips butt butt shoulder shoulder hips and elbows back elbows shoulder back hips back elbow ribs hips elbows hips elbows  hips elbows shoulder back hips elbows chest nose back knee leg hips elbows hips elbow ribs nose elbow knee leg knee leg knee knee chest elbow hear eyes stars elbow head chest knee nose river nose nose elbow knee elbow chest head nose head back head head head head head head head head like pool deep dark pool dark heavy warm white pales in comparison to other more ungainly competitors stuck using kitchen table death rings as baby trainers ring fingers carry post mistake pawn shop band says more about feeling 18 karat Brier Rabbit bushels hunt down and covertly eat from discretely fenced in areas decked out in matzah manishevitz flavored Gandhi style is to sit combat think tank fire stone statues on kiln shelving will bring out colorful desire but only at proper meaning temperatures are somewhere around top shelf degrees circumvent India Pale Ales English departments terra wide eyed Jesus ride down down down new continents undiscovered people will stay lost four sextants later converge decidedly on newly found base camp villages full of bare bottom dollar store top hats and LV CC khakistocracy sails St. George and dragon-style love stretch into brick wall oblivion will be bearing hanis stripe juju fruit in lovely plumb duck sauce picks off undiscovered land survivors just found pricks and dolls ran out of sweet spot file stacking x-spots marks hills meets sky touches water embraces jungle forest savannah dance scene prints screened on t-shirts show world peace and animal love is illegal in most states rebel against lazy-fare exercise the right to not care not watch not hear definitely not see work mark walk please run near pools your genes might have a nasty encounter and get all wet with ice screen maximust wing pads planes from becoming scored on return trips over glass blasted sand storm ray guns give dolphins love to play doctor good cop bad cop gets involved with corruption bleedshotendie vest doge lie for chances to win trips to Katmandu resorts scattered through out the greater Omaha area holds prison bar man zoo camps attract skirt stroller less pretzel salt watchers wave extra sex depth sodium charge wheel grind down platinum love slopes to toothpick crocodile mannequins away  with paper mache paste washable markers popsicle sticks clay chalk crayons construction paper hugs sticky glue love smeared on desk top cardboard shanties built as containment aimed milk cups give little kinderyuden cereal stuck OJ treats Rococo minimalism as flour to ceiling windows framing third story studio apartments are sexy smooth fruit flavored love snacks shack up regularly harpsichord piano keys punch code security blankets drape long ago rooms before people knew knowing enough to really know knowing a hunger saliva tuned bell speaker dogophone knew he was hungry was sure he was hungry he was hungry but was he really wasn't there trying to fulfill basic hierarchical pyramid needs grounding in fieldwork like Monet with bad brush strokes unrotated bristles against drug store tires of little pink pills soft yellow pills light blue pills gentle green pills pills pill boxes pill Gold Sword Pointe du Hoc Omaha Juno Utah your grandfather fought there did you know that your grandfather fought there wheat fought the thresher never did he sat and never told you how his friends fought the scythe before the razor shaved cheating husbands patricidal sons incestuous brothers overworked fathers alike many other sons of bitches everyone tries to remember but really can't slide all the way home to loss letter stuffed mailboxes standing tall and strong one impossible street away from yellow poppy flower fields ease eyes minds thes ways yous thinks abouts things alls greats ands wonders fulls pairs ofs circles splits ats halfs times ands stucks ends tos ends ins thes upscales neighbors hoods ofs Hill-Letter Ridge subdivision ridges replete with m and n houses some o p and q models and the occasional r and t loft

Sweet Painted Lady

On a frozen day in August or July she lounges about the fountains
bring your brushes and paint her if you are afforded the trade
She is small and girlish when she laughs and drinks warm water and wine
her smooth surface is the cost of art so don’t break her innocence
with a crude masterpiece and undo her presence like a thief
Paint her with gentle shades of breezes and frost taking care not to let her
childlike beauty frame the hot afternoon when she wraps her legs around you
Paint tender kisses down her back Paint the calm caress as her skin touches
the colors of breaths and obsession Paint the night sky across her lips and
never forget that she is painting you

r lieness this
page
lining
lying air point targeting pla ns

practice
crashtastic
crumbling
prints thermite
prince thermite
dust
lining
lying divi sub di
ing divid vision
ing ing
manhatten
bronx
brooklyn
queens
staten island
black suits
sunglasses
joan of arc
pointing
linging flying sun screen
wearing un
burnt steak eat
and un
eat dis
charge
in
bag
crashing
sun
protection50000brighter
factor
sun tues
day day two trees
whens
daynoday
missed aisles
missiles lie propelled fuesalages
othering sunscreen
sun:end
the
black star eye
revolved
harnessing holes



not
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invisible







not harlem queens bronx
in manhattan staten island
through
on
[insert breaking picture]
xprts walk sidewlks
experts walk streets
exthinkers watch experts
watch
external
stimuli
ecstatic susan b complex
struck
structural
failure
bird window
causes
breaking
pain
instant expert [actor] says
[falling]
too trees
woodless no one
too see
office
office 2c
inferno 4c
burning not trees melting
court fees
wave bed sheets
no beds
intents caves
flag:none
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At ease, little girl, I want to be your drug czar

Solitude is a constructive aloneness. Loneliness is a de(con)structive aloneness. With which one must battle. In order to write. Either both are dangerous or neither is dangerous. Enough. In a room with mauve carpeting I battle both. Together. They team a tightrope. I hold a long stick for balance. A cane. The fan runs in the bathroom when the light is on(e). The lemon soap my mother gifted me smells lemony. I mute the TV while reading to offer the appearance of voices. Of company. I am attracted to the woman on the weather.
***
The book is a negotiation between what the writer thinks it may be comprised of and what actually comes to be, which until its arrival must remain unknown. Unbeknownst to me an addiction to between the sides of this negotiation. This would make for forgettable TV. I forget why.
***
There is nothing I can say.

There is nothing I can write.

There should be a writing of non-writing. Someday it will come. A brief writing, without grammar, a writing of words alone. Words without supporting grammar. Lost. Written, there. And immediately left behind.
***
time swap stun paws emit stun law nuts walnuts camus room sumac moor won lived now devil tub live but evil wang and gnaw dna mined snot denim tons pins not snip ton snap sleep pans peels tram wed mart dew door stab rood bats draw are ward era pots top stop pot net sag ten gas rat yaw way tar

No se

the people shrieking someday
is a place
I read the notes or two
motorcycle someday
with a yearning
a time I nod my head
or three
and static like banshees a dream
I hold my pen hot rock
a man I knew
a blade of summer
I try to say who will
take of your soul
and loved grass
the things hastening
explaining their ways dried out
they need care
swift step in a someday
and reminiscent
to hear toward noise
breaking of a day
but what of me
ever quicker sort of way
when someday where will you be
in your life All hearts was reality
next week
whispers because today and filled
when I'm alone of me
the angry till the end with hope
or when I want to send
as you used to do
kill Octopus
was never quite someday
my book
your self created was a word
who will look
airplane hectopus
his style we used at my work
toward noise of their days
to taunt the way you did oh daddy
is it
in your car hexagon
someday each other
who will speak true
on the stereo was a child
a distant spot the truth
that you are gone
that will never round
we would have had
we hungered for who will remind me
run faster but didn't
but were anxious of my youth
and I am grown
admist the people
lovers not to find
must I be a grown up
yes you are
away a time
I knew too soon now
from peace will cheat
crying rainbows
that you have fled I am
in the air
would come
dripping tears
who will tuck me
as I sit here
pace make their own
reminding me
all alone
into bed always
but never has of what you were
crying rainbows
if I wish to be faster wailing
sound to them
a child again I listen
to your friends of one
of my own

cesi n'est pas une poésie

Fuck Ayn Rand

Fuck Ayn Rand yes

Fuckkk Ayn Rand 

Fuuuuuck Ayn Raand

fufffuuuck ayn Rand

ffuuuucccckkkkkkaynrandfuck

fuck ayn rands sand storm sumps piston pump 

until drained grey grey brain fumbles under

the value of money destroyed.

and past and past and passed
begin again
begin again
begin again begin

with the keeper of sunsets
hold my breath
flecks of glittered golden rays sprout from the shadows
and I am more than a silhouette

everyone reflected in sky
am I
everything real pretending to pretend

thread through crowds dancing
dances with strangers
leading and listening

listen to the fragments
fragmented
we are all bound together

here

creating ourselves
with hands of this city
of creators make believing
I begin again

not imitating life
imitating art

pause for breath
to exhale fear

begin again with no one
again and again and again
no one begins again

I begin
to grow again
begin to breathe again
begin with distance and proceed
I am again and again
beginning

Norma Jeane

two times I change my name
for that damn singing cowboy in LA LA land

nobly serve a car
to reem your abs and duel Jab's bar

Rays drop the devil
to take over the world

Clay gloves will bring new cashes
and take the belt of weighing heavy as Ali

To take the cup
Ducks drop the mighty

Paint transformed mi mascarilla
but forever sing in the ring as an ultimate warrior

Oilers leave town
only to return as a Titan

the Pacman can munch crunch
buts gets crumbled by the STAR

Syra and Cuse
release the men of Orange

Darts in the mouth will no longer be thrown by Indians
but will be swallowed by the big green

Sonics can't live Super by the Sea
A new city will strike Thunder

I am Marilyn
wizard from Monroe

Somewhere in the Middle

radically mediocre
pleased and poised
set against delusional pressed pocketsquares

dripping into lines
accumulating lucid residue

building block breaker bombs
illegible choices unchosen
by scales of bested men

choose through pitch
uncontrollable sequences staining
molecular tinting molar

explosion of the unself
creation of the born newessence
lines of flight stricken phenoms

never the new segmented
ripped and rangled
stripped and strangled
escape is a predesigned molarity

((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((e)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

come home come home comely

or come home homely come

home my home is a vivid

and luminous dream my dream

home is a luminous and continuous

fountain of lovely homecomings

come home my pockmarked

flesh queen my come home dream

becomes my calling your come

name come fountain of gushing

tunnels of water, tunnel of chrome

a revving like water over levees

in love come home welcome

come lovely lover over the home

threshold of you you’re home

love your body comes unadorned

a placeholder for autumns

wheat home comely toss chaff

burnt siena hair comes unfurled

lovely when leaves come undone

into concretes an earth bunting

for an ending ready the exit music

in rivulets of naked sound your pure

come home encapsulates for a crepuscule

my come-home skeletal thinking

of your unclotted homely body

disguised by scenes on mental porches

we call suey to the moon’s corpuscles

to draw the reddened moon down

for a creaky porch swing home-thriced

embrace rock creak rock back

forth lover come hungry like the climbing

luna at three to its home a bewitching

departing teeth to eyelash bats drowse

on eaves inverted above our porch love

home the chill of which homely

basements know intimately calling

comely to attics and windows

illumine the home face façade

in orange this alluring rivulet

of fantasy keeps a come-home project

of petals too lovely to smell

yet begotten of thorns inviting

careful and comely rosegarden touching

edges a run of sound saxophonic lovely

interspersed with homely bawps squawks

blips like homejunk in garages

or unfurnished dust in mindrooms

we care not to dust my love come

between pants slung over chairbacks

and twin coughs come before a cobweb

of shudders come undones forget-me-nots

before the aroma of night tea steam

fills the home with penbeams and moonscript

on the windowfog, a blooming night

of garden logic, a home-old rose

cutting and transposing and transplanting

home to home come to come again

songing in the homesoil saved in mantled

jars a fixture for meditation

for radiant mind botanicals infused

with a come-home odor the rose knows

my homely lover kowtows to eyelid

downward ideas of St. Therese the feather

-spoken home-bound saint of kindly buzzing

atomdeeds with her tubercular face painting

an everhome pristinity like a song

to drown out the cocksure with sorrow

the little flower dream calls come

home wither-chested rosary miscreants

steal honey from the rose bee’s apiary

afar off murmurs announce the coming

of the bridegroom the lovely flower

glows blood orange for she comes

home smiling in the tears the homely

virgin who among luminous throngs

of seraphim waits for sinners

hemorrhaging faiths to come calling

waiting for the chestnut to call out

deadlines for bee petting the sparrow

under the flowers waits for crumbs

of the come home day’s homeless

man self-conspiring in gazebos

and grottos revealed by hidden

trails the mind paves the bridegroom

in winking blushing keeps his sinister

promise amid mental fixtures

and teepee rolls his my home blends

cell towers and satellite dishes

i climb to convene with my lunar

lover ditches i dig to seduce the earth

mineral-rich vaulting the skin’s secret

lovely lanolin culled from lamb’s grass-

fed wool the coming clot of difficult

enswirls the beatified vision of fly

home the flies birthing rose maggots

in the homely kitchen trashbag

the rambles of saints on the doorstep

of a home vision rose petal puddles

coagulate on linoleum a comely sweet

murder seal off seed off and roll

the murmurs of onlookers around

yellow tape strung from trees

like maggotsnakes writing in offering

fruits to the sandy eyes of night

peddling trinkets to retire as six-

figure panhandlers stake turf

a come home money bailout call

appeals to pity the worker bee

keeps no pity night after night

the sex worker outcalls spreads

her homely roses across homes

and swallows up funs and machines

her home is nickel-plated and dis

ease dime-store fresh tabloided

she rose-moans in vivid fear

terminal calls home apocalypst

twain johns two faces or john

after john comes coins in the pocket

trumps tartness her rose colored

frock is a red that fails to redden

or keep her home parts hidden

come hither coyness games

her john into a sharpness of love

fails to mention in a murmur

of sensation blood runs concurrent

to groin thrust in the rose garden

abscess of love the best saints

pens in hand approximate a sensation

of lonely coffee in a come-home

morning cooling in pot on burner

turned off spot of cream and sweet

the tensile strength of dawn spooned

out in roses a number of comes

shuddered out in pimp accountancy

the beads of the ignorant for ignorance’s

comely sake leak out through the face

time in fingers numbers toes and thumb

love after a withering love-come leaks

into the home fountain and limbs

after rose blood pertains to a street saint’s

secret fake holidays staged homecoming

and recovery the redeemer catnaps

a come-home clinic vacuum after honey-

tongued prayers and pee a many layered

filter for the homely kneeling beliver

rising to singshout most high chases

her prodigal god she sees a figure

in shadow on the edge of her fallow

field hands on rose hips waiting

blade to strop to throat after comely

i’m sorrys the dethroned beggar

feasts on the come-slops for his suey

of a sin in abstentia morning buzzing

home yellows come back eyelid blisters