from the other day...
Of course, there's always...
sex is a series of potentialities
can't be explained afterwards like solar flares
nobody bother it
i get stuck there sometimes
like an ativan that lodges in a mouth's
the dead goldfish sink to the bottom of the tank
after floating for attention
atop enterprising scum
I call yours"The Velvet Goldmine"
poetry, the human catnip
mostly i trip out over
the difference between "fucked me" and "fucked me over"
i think loyalty counts for something
but i'm also an aficionado of snickers
i'm not one of those people
who is sure poetry has a penis
who spend their lives trying to find it
i think i have lodged in you
i think you have lodged in me
clearly we are a couple of lodgers
we will probably never be done lodging
should i try to keep the lodge open
so late into fall the gay indians appear?
"Yeah You, Asshole..."
my printer has this symbol on a button
that looks like the icon for wheelchair
iconoclasts are exhausting
sex is so a playground
hell is gonna be just like kindergarten
all over again
any prison warden will tell you
"a purple crayon always leads to bloodshed"
would you like to be a phantom?
there are online universities for this
you can get the third degree
the saddest life on earth
would be conducted entirely by mail
the new kind of mail
the unreal kind
More Gay Shit in My House
a collage of a woman
who is dried flowers
glued on teal silk
lifts her hoop dress
she passes not seeing
have lost almost every bit
of purple they ever knew
it's always an option to give up
just fuck like flowers
do with sun
"Yeah, You Asshole...
don't tell the in-between people
that we call them that
i am a third of the way
to the unimportant place i wanted to get today
poetry, human catnip
i'm going to tell on you
like a 13-year-old black girl who named her son Hades
home medical guide
when you accidentally get ink on your skin
quick...dip it in water!
when you accidentally get cum on your skin
quick...dip it in tomorrow!
when you accidentally get love on your skin
quick...dip it in yesterday!
i'm sorry i disturbed you
building that slave rollercoaster
i'm sorry i interrupted you
fucking over really bad people
robin hood has a blog
is something a spider does
that doll surgery
is serious business
i never met an anesthesiologist of plastic before
can you at least just validate my parking?
I feel like a statue...
red-tipped snickerlings perch here
they are about to shit on me
then fly towards a retard's cotton candy
they see across a crowded human square
there is no difference being queer
please help me remove these doodads
from the Doors of Perception...
i know a Herb who will actually pay for these
last diary entry
i am still angry at Gauguin
for not fucking me in Arles
he only wanted my crayons
and my art dealer brother
he would often waggle his penis at me
shaving in that tiny bathroom
waggle his cock across the room
that's why my trees all waggle
not that stupid stuff you said
doesn't anybody understand
fucking girltrouble anymore?!
to be spoken over a high school's p.a. in the early a.m....
torn between two lovers
feeling like a WAL-MART greeter in a japanese earthquake
torn between two hospitals
one of these must be sexier
everyone wants to be fucked
by instruments of doom
this is like a Japanese commerical
with sexual robots in a third grade classroom
who the fuck emancipated me again?
"Hooked on Holzer"
absolute submission is the mark of genius.
a name is a type of decadence.
bad intentions increase group solidarity.
automation is what it is to be a mother.
any surplus is the same as admitting defeat.
ensure that your life is not a necessity.
abuse of power is a substitute activity.
action is a giant smoke screen.
expiring for love is soothing but risky.
being sure of yourself is the greatest incapacitator.
money creates the balance of good and evil.
exceptional people deserve a biological law.
ignoring enemies is an active fantasy life.
repetition is a sign of maturity.
"maybe i just want to grow..."
maybe i just want to grow my fingernails
grow my hair long
maybe i wanna look like a sexy corpse
in a cheap horror film
i have no idea
look at this picture
of the "dog penis mushroom"
it looks exactly like a dog's lipstick penis
i like a poem to have
also, i like the word "defenestration"
but who doesn't
i have no idea if you're still a poodleballing robot
because i changed that password
i had to stop myself coming back
i just randomly typed superfast
with my eyes closed
just like nature
you should go watch family guy
you should try Abilify
you should send some of your poems
to a magazine you're really afraid of
you should go tuna-fishing
you should go far out to sea
see if your problems
follow the boat like that bipolar stalker seagull
who always shows up
oh what do i know
maybe you shouldn't listen to me
check out this parking ticket i just got
from fucking Stonehenge
spirits in the sky
do you believe in launching yourself?
is your life a series
of endless launches?
are you a Launchnaut?
did you know insects
don't feel any pain at all
that's why they burn themselves alive
in the ceiling lamp
i no longer run for the off switch
it's such a fucking relief!