JAMIE KILLS HERSELF

it's lizard skin could not withstand the grainy blade of confusion

east/west

head west head west not east head west
myriads of sufferings in either direction
correction:
brains die seascapes lie
then dirt is your newest confection.

horses riding trail
parallel to solarsails
populating layers, time and space

not as bad as it sounds

shortly after a hazing dream of horrid clammering fear
i near a desert calling sharply, gnawing silence, hear:
nothing no one only years of dissolution...tears,
what appears to eyes and ears,
emotion, musings, conscience mirror human waste
the gears run forward, backward, stop.
PAIN

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MORTAL
GODS
PANHANDLE
HATE
CHALLENGE
GAME
MONSTROSITY

terza rima test I

prepare for the worst case scenario
squander the lushness of being
the skin on the orange is old
though its flesh not ripened for eating.
muster all brief satisfaction
dreams sustained and fleeting
immediate desire cast to caption
yes cast yet not for future's wealth
days and days or fraction.

move but do not move
play as you play
to blave.
not to blave.

death above

die die die yourself
die yourself to death
nothing is always
dying is it ever never
whether dying
or lying whether
on or under ground

old

FLOAT! I call thee with the horn of macabre fantasy
Behold! A tender witch I seek, dead mask of ston-ed splendor
Swim with haste straight to the shore.  I am to meet her face!
Entirely wicked snakes for hair moving a slithering pace
Mirrored shield invite your wit to cast reflection
Dare not into her eyes stare! a poisonous confection

supper

seafood platter gel-ly molden bone marrow surprise
glisten scales of cobalt
study witches guise
gold filament breaking seam
licking tongues
screaming trees

wondering trash

skeleton wooden no veins no skin
a white and pink melt goes wearing it thin
sidewalks need substance
no concrete pretend
bubble blacks, cracks spit in,
substratus kin

winter box

my winter box is round the sound of needles permeates its ground
its nose of bird beak bleak is found not nearly long enough you see
it does not see but through closed skin assiduously mirroring fantasy

cobra snake

i am inside the cobra snake
it is slimy wet
surely these canals of flesh and organ
are worth something more than
what they smell like

CHAINS

in solitude i refer my last question to no one.
care?
and within the hollows of darkness quiet
invisible moths swarm my empty disposition.
feed upon brains and blood and time.
material dead.

RED SHOES

hahaha look look bunion worst nightmare. haha so damage to toe haha.

FASHION

what these people don't realize is they are wasting time.

TRANSFERENCE

transference of time and place
from my myspace blog...no longer shall i tread the waters of the space called "my".

dead

I LEAVE PROSTHETIC CIRCUMSTANCE UNDEAD;
GEOMETRIC APATHY BLED.
VEINS AND MARROW LIQUID FLED,
A GAUZE DESERTED, A FLESHY BED.
DEAD.

cat howl

bonus freaks collecting frequent abuse cards in line
unaware of misfires and back-turns parading time
the stupid cats of misconception and natural pantomime
howl stubborn, child-like sadness, fruitless whine.

fuck this

in caves we once inhabited the walls do not reflect
at all a sound, no melody, that might exhibit that
which isn't found but lost in infinite questionable reality.
footsteps silent now they are, no warning where they tread: Lo!
their stink from death of centuries goes nowhere but instead to
hide in smiles 'tween cracks of teeth to fester indeterminately...
Fuck This. A Cavity.
(the rest is pointless writing down for this town has done its purpose
and can kindly look away as at lightspeed it disperses.)

space ants

in space i afford not to buy my time,
but to buy instead a conjecture,
which states only once a time and a place,
for the next entomology lecture.
the galaxy, you see, just happens to be
a colony the space ants erected.

non-finished diction

fake blood in cellular forms cratered in a rubber mass
gaseous fluid rubbing on incandescent trash
math and science bonding glue to make a new hypothesis built only by computer hands...

future in my ufo

flying over you horses;
in case of loss of oxygen in the cabin i will most likely hold my breath.
track track track
to a remote island that lost its flare to the tourist population years ago.
to live.
comb comb comb...

light bulb?

forget
then remember
to forget
and then forget again
for once the light transfers the sound it's merely just pretend.
oceans deep forget to sleep when rest is all required
and underneath the thickest reef the tiniest fish admired,
begins to breathe another breath of particles to feed;
another night another day for it is all the same to me.

juxtopozed, not.

i play a different tune with my viola and all the cellos run away.

grass snake

i am the grass snake
curled and wondering
in my nostrils air's 'a bumbling
footsteps by and by keep rumbling
yet i hear no sound.
rocks roll round, leaves be tumbling
in my mind no thoughts mumbling
only nerves and blood 'a jumbling
i am the grass snake
slithery stumbling.

night

as dark jumps on the shores of day
a lark floats on my window
prey for larger bones to feed and flay
until the light of yesterday
repeats itself another stay.

SPACESHIP

dimensional extension
existential descension
distal emergence
enigmatic disturbance
what is spaceship: primary function unknown