We Were Young

Back to square one my johnson when we were young mama spit on a penny talk about a lanky queen she makes me feel like a ribbon it’s the breakfast we do it in the dirt your tooth together with your hand wide open spaces  what I’m talking about you’re like chumming  ecocentric armed forces according to the ministry survivors like Cheryl paying for someone else’s mistake thousands of fish turned up we pull a rodent out of a hole and weirdly applaud

Black Narc

On The way 

that wind works

Onibaba winds 

Breath and wind

The way she walks in with wind and light

Elements

Sexualize the Church 

How carnality encounters law 

Hitchcockian longing and loss

THOSE LEGGS 

ORDER 

If someone were to argue that life is just a simulation what would be the benefit or conclusion 

It’s like a cave powered by law 

At what point is your utter limit

My own chasms heightened 

my experience of the movie when I was younger 

Sinister winds

Getting blown

The foreigner is ourselves and our desires

And the Fall

Crossing lines

and clouding levels

He's a crab

Mongrel trees
pull the sun by a thread
tried the Sun on

Hog Times
incant blood

inside my name
the heart-things
rain o'er my penis

New Bruise

a poodle Bible
God-down 

Dark Lee Ving
a seminal knot
my heart
I'm herbal
out in ink
butt-deep in my soul
my name-shoe
a cinnamon letter
in a city inn
sunshine in my brain-head
sitting in my lab, Earth

Sigh mining

These crown poop trees

Down on my knees grabbed my peen

Hard times in goo

All my feeds and ducks

I tuck all the sunshine in

My half-penis in rain

Moaning sky

Holy things I found out

Moonlight on My Penis

wheat fob dog
grandly splattered
we write that scene
but we can’t come back in the fall
we found out
he had boobs of gold
we believe gramps gets hard
he’s the king of the man
now the squire’s getting hot
he’s older than scrod
grandpa’s friend Tony in a rocker
he could be almost anywhere

sickened voices in the air
dancing in the moonlight on the quay
I found moonlight on my penis
picking berries for the wanderer
pictures of the scythe 
laughing as we’re going mad
I’d like to improve
flash forward to the rain
doves are an engagement
Mike, can you see the truth
hang off a mountain
blubber in the sun
asking the mice to be our guest
dancing in the toothpick scene
picking on nerds with the herb

Song for You

I’ve ate some bad limes
I’ve acted out my love with steakums
With ten spouts of people
Tree naked and buck wild
No one rolling to me
You tore my precious sequins
I was Eileen
Now I’m so much better
Listen the bathrobe
I love you in the plagues

6d

shadow-horny
herring's bone

who pulls the new broth
solace in masks

Dr. TREE

It's like clouds coming into your world
transcending

Try and melt my brain

Dick Picks

cherubs in a lasso
inside the whale, reading it

rainbow of rocks just out of nowhere
to follow some of the moods thru this

weaving in the zone
any creature-making decisions
true of the gams

We're moving towards
these almost final waters
but now I'm thinking
about Pippen
Let the dead talk
about death

5d

Can I eat the droplets
Smoke his form
Felch a feeling
reflected in utters

3d

It was like a bog
Nobody cuts me up like Neil
mayonnaise arms
I'm like a bone wind
loser's wind
but it's darker
misheard from different rooms

May Sixth

road tone
The dead drive

peppercorn T
materialist nightmares

Priest of my brain
Bless my heart

We've become the State

Ice Saw

Messed up night

while I was Lil

the moan was turnip-red

I saw a stack in the sky

shatter down

pumping down on my ham

I looped around, I saw eyes

shaking freaks

there was a dog

I could see

I saw a file

I saw Paul, yeah

I saw ice

I heard the wolves

Anna's whole whirl

I saw Mario
I saw diamonds

Betweens

It's in the shelves
you can keep
the ghosts

Get back in bed, Merv
She immediately
charged that age

It's not-very
scientific Nerf
You wanna talk science?

The last harvest for okra
through the gears

Get a basket

There are already
circles in the cops
Spielbergian cliffs
the drone on the lips
of my vision

O God swirled my trackpad
LA mission control in John Cena's arse
the Sun cooked his brain

the score is controlling this
the teeth
of McConaughey

So that was

We got Tom's scores back
Jizz?
You heard knives that forgot Willie Howell?
Someone nude everyday?
A nutseuse?

Every last one of 'em
You didn't expect
this dirt
You could pay for a live dream
You consist of about 1:30

Everyone still wears hats in the future
You'd hate Farmer Dad
Grandpa Seth
I don't like artforms

You're traveling through space here on land, too
It's a brutal sound
Just bass and creaking boards

Earth!
His back burly
His back again, His back is turned
His coordinates

He is Orpheus with the harp of the maths
and it's this car-ride that's igniting her fervor
she's sleeping through


The light splits the light and it's spectral

Well I'm Called Heaven

Taking some time with my quiet freighter
I'm baking some plants
I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor oil
Country-style

Music of a bug above my head
Give me my red shirt today
Let me contemplate the president's soda
Guide me through the donut of the soul

I want to know when Frank will leave
Every day I want chocolate
I want to be cold syrup
To get down in your soap

I went by a criminal's name
I can do any one thing
Let me purify my boats
Let me be just worthy to chew something

You Drink With the Frogman

Experience the long cord
In a dream where the context is visible
In the sea that I beat back for you
Every artifact is true
The light always seen in your gear
You're a freak, my dear
I love your soup
In experience you know every whale

Lift your cellphone
You've got to open up your armor
Baby I have all your dirt
You get the epipen you need
There's a way and a mystic moat
There's no other place to pee
You gotta dance insane
I saw us standing within reach
You love you have so many trunks
And, Shorty, all your dirt

Henhouse

Henhouse a young boy
back in an orange field
used to look out my plaster window

Breathe it down till you’re a stomach too
Lie in a rager in the nighttime

Blow the warm feeling
Like a child with a computer
In the sappy side
Your felt-man with devotion
In a haze of my emotion

Wyayno

we’re the bad place

when the hash-meat comes through

I ain’t the fortune you want

now singing this song

I know that boring wagon

you gnaw some good

let it steam my heart

a year hiccup

headachin’ for a potty

rodeyin’ 

he took my frame

my scumbag life

people sap their drones

hold on

stuck in low 

Diane Keaton

The More

I love the Marine
loving you


I love the Marine
then I love you


I don't want to be a Marine
you can


It wouldn't have any meaning
times
I looked in the weeds
and in the blue
and it startin' to seem
I loved me a Marine
and I thought
you

Fifth

from a different knee
want a Brave
belly Carl
body braille
Temple prayer
a bed of me
a Paul

a money bagel
a shadow glow
a final kale
a buyer's sleigh

I play you for keeps
think about it from my Secret Santa
a grundle-rest

keep it cuddling
good luck having those nachos
go to bed to roll the keys
keep it rolling MVP
touch the deed on my Infiniti

You farted in-between us

Tyoyeu, it's been a while

I'm thinkin'
 of surfin'

I know this is a tan-line
anything got sharp
I always try to sway spirits coded in the fire
tears of the wave
breaded
to fray

Anything braided through the night
everything that's bathed in light
everything you are
two ways

Banana Form

All I’m allergic from toasters are nerdy applique say the shame so easy to love so weird sweltering heat and revels a telephone that rips the ghost that you clean you capsize your future so easy to love

You Used to Call Me

I half-believe that you’re a god in the presence of God now that you’ve gone back to Texas you left the fog with the dark I’m half on my own I got butt-moss coming you’ve turned the table zone you used to call me applause but apple picking over and over just like savored beef

Somehow This

Into the moon a bummer east of the Saab a humongous stork wept in a mood the moon east of me they hurt me in the summer I really could care I hurt somebody, mister please adore me when I looked the mood had turned you moan and linger like a hawk and the vines like a mother’s glass observatory I fondle their emotions like a peacock the pill of the flock pass despair over me you’re cold to my hand with a smile the tops of hating and I’m saying this compromise has no goats you’re cold to my hand

Jape Awl

God in the gardens

zebra the cousin

hail to the pasta

lob the ramen

I involved all my niece and cousin

I involved all my need

Caramel and honey stole my thunder

they say I made a hawk of men

I had to get a helmet in her

they say you could cook my smile

I had a community of lack

They sat the more I try

I’m around to your heart

Why don’t you give me a Josh

and I’ll give you lives if you do

for Brody’s turn I’m erect

you know I love flogging, you do

you know now usually

could almost melt in the mountain of property

a lock of me

everything I doodle

my milky room

I commit to get stanky

a filet mignon ride

a cup more of tea

one nice scent

when it comes to hard bake

let me kneed it

the briar bits 

in Soho

100,000 watches away

Barry Passions

We've been idle with a strong
wind to justify us
the kitchen opened
right into it
every time we tried to sweep
we would be still
technological female
their uncommon mortality
led the league in 1986
Artie hung himself
can't stop yet
suppose we shorten
pamphlets from planned parenthood
the considerable shadow
for these admittedly physical pleasures
of the immediate wilderness
I'm the only one here
in the past
Israel's continual hunger
silvering its plain
and then the other
troubles ruined his rookie
as they enter the ale-house
a minute; two; then five
and then I came
ended in championship
of faith
and dynamite could not be trifled with.

I went back to Barbados

with rain in my hair and my mouth has a seam a long way out Barbados is big and my rain will be south I went on with a sable the sweet birds who whistle I know we don’t lie

Seven Fucking Toppings by Lyndsey Cohen

“I only need two”

I mean what?

holy shit!

how many toppings could you want on a pizza?!

I can’t even think of seven things I would want on a pizza at the same time!

that’s like every topping they offer!

that was the weirdest way to answer the phone!

That was his response

and he didn’t even tell me how long it would be

he didn’t

Blood Quotes

Call my baby’s number in a quarry

Close your eyes, let them fart

Water made the speedway

They want to stab it

A dark, loud horizon

Gotta get her feet off

To buy that big old something in the air

Dreidel of the skull

I’m gonna be a twister of love

6:40 in the Nation

I never eat supper and I need a break

I know I shoved your beef before I leaked

I believe we can never make it soon

Everything happy becomes light

On the Road With My Soda

And my shield, yeah right

Press an ode to the new day

This love will surely last four ways

In the valley I see horseman power

It’s a PG gathering in your soul

Accused of truth and apathy

Of speaking out for free dentures

They said it’s Capricorn out

There’s a belly on truth

Tough Levels

That was funny but we both knew what was missing on it

When you’re a lawn, you’re a lawn

You and nothing but a lawn

And Diana was gone

You’re crawling like a baby-battler

Honey Warlock

Type a new mask

Gold Fish Boat

Caught the frog in your mind

Care to stop?

Caught in the paws of your mind

__

What will it take for man to beam me home?

I’m not promoting the head-wrecker

On and off the robe

The gauze don’t make it true

I don’t believe in most people

Snot rock and roll

Sides of the soggy

Scum of the Lord

Betrayal you and me

I don’t have to hit record

I don’t have to

__

Let’s see the blue moon

Well, you get married

Ringing on the same old gong

Joe likes switching on an electric like

It’s blue all around the pets

It feels so lucky

Things stop blinking

And you get so lucky

Someone like you combs a lawn

__

You can hold something so much you don’t know it

Everyone’s gonna know when I box Drexler out

__

They’re off to Beantown

Get away from the city

It’s gonna bring you doubt

Call me like a river

Let’s get it straight from the star

What people believe with the head and the heart

Pasta’s singing songs to you

Soft and blue

When you’re in the forest

Just enough to magnetize the leaves

Nietzschean Hiss

It’s so fat I’m not seeing it

Just like it’s under steak

Who everyone fought

The man I used to be

I saw it just hanging on a wall

I’m not the person in a moat

On the stand

I left our night-child behind

I met the person in the moat

We’re strong with this picture

When don’t we take it down?

__

If you don’t know how to deal with your sail

If your donut half dive bomb Market St.

Grownups sing and play for you

Which is what they’re supposed to do

__

The wire I’m working with you

It can get so sick and mental

A kippah with it all

Sieve-ning

__

You try to think

There’s something wrong with you

Sarah, I got my name in lights

__

When we were slip-and-sliding in the shade

You looked very pissed that night

I felt like a wonder-lamb

__

String City

Existential Drip

Solid Jew

Some of my friends think that I’m really pissed

I Set My Compass, Oh

I got glitter in my butt.

Breathing Down Your Door

it's scary to think of
the Malone

poodles in my heart

you shouldn't need
another raisin

a whore's shampoo

I just about
reached my
pinnacle of fear

a breaded hornet

I was giving
you mead

fingers and bloody
carrots

it's like a Ouija board
of lunch

it's eyeball time

bacon, crazy, in the
rubble room

a coral maze

I'm between meats

I ate every drop

I went from shirts
to sunglasses because
I felt like it

You Belong To Snackin'

you belong to snackin' on my booty
you're such a man-boy mex
looks like it's gonna be prawns outside
she won't even turn around and smell my blood
he said it was his buttocks
it feels scary
it's started
a good 10-15
solid american minutes

Chains of Winter

I'm going to light a
forest fire under them

figures

by the panty-load

lost in an oscillating
face

Gross Ghosts

it raisins the
question

she had AIDS + chills

a cash horde

moist rebels

fixin' Mom's economy

rosemary cologne oil

jeans around his dick

burning Fiat

linin' up to haunt
you

War Frat

Blow smoke wheat
A mountain
We can’t ache
Circuits are
Just leaving
Shadow of the news
Love me and lose
I got a text and have
been sleeping

it was a 486, and then it was a Pentium

out of hallways
Pano's will

you made a pig's ear

you made a rude steak
lyin' in the weather

that just opened me up for another dumpling

he has two nutella's there
projectiles through your Saturday

where would you be jizzing into your chin?

trapped on the radio
on a rugela basis
the brie attempt

I'm in a turkey situation

two is a couple; three is a napkin carnivale

It cracks off your

acids

that crying eye

Nintendo dances

Oh-yeah nipple-time

smell of the quail from across the street

god on my nose

ivory carolers with a broader nose

bought fire on the strength of a miner

oh, science is up on top

went to laminate the Paris-Kwanzaa on a shelf

I cleaned an infant on a saddle

I culled liquor from a ladle

I went blowin’ sexy phones

I won’t be cleanin' windows

I see you when my loaf grows

Son, the scallion went into my gi 

I read my Christmas Humphries

Earl, I’ll take my Talmud

I’m workin’ my lemon prime

On a Megaphone

When I woke

your God

might be hard to handle

like a flavor burns

but can it be a flame

If you pull them all together

oh hell I can’t explain

where where were you

I can laugh in the face

I’ll never be the same

oh that sleep force should be over

by now I know

Go until you stop

O having
Is it real

Tweet

She's a plane
Yell me everything I need

Your rainbow
In an enemy electric life

Burn it up around a campfire
Let me feel the saw

Maybe I can feel you
That's enough

Crazy Luck

I can hear her harpe
When I come to a head
And I like her feet
Kiss her
Hug her tie
In a maybe home

Marvelous Knife

Up above in your ice
All of these kites

In all the nights
In all the songs

In a trireme to the place
In all the soft moon

With a you
With a you

Get it Myself

Half a mouth
A silver crown
A hex against the fence

Hope-a-dope rain
He looked all alone
Hey there you are

Pigtails and Tragic Fear

Out on the leaving

If I’m a pool I’ll be a pool

Then I’m the captain of America

Thailand I’m the captain of America

Happy ever after with the comet gone

I’ll put my cake down on you

Kiss on a lick

Your cake was taken from me

All I have is it

Your face

Your luck

Your treat

I’m writing for the Parve sailor

We’ll bet my kids

Got no friends in ink

No plans I’ve managed to keep

YOUTERNAL

Is it you or just

A brim in the skies

I saw something tucked in shame

I try so hard

I just can’t sleep

Tell me who I seem

I walk this world in where

I don’t trust my stare

You play the loving walk

We should have the altar

Where your heart looked twice

Moss in the big darkness

God have mercy on the man

Who doesn’t eat your dust

Sitting on a Little Stool

Hands made of ticket smiles

I can feel the sauce still

Robert Bly singing

My wife in a farmhouse

Hindu this tunnel

Groom of shadows

Simple and nuts

Hand meets woman

Just a ton of old love

Cannerchew

Rain on the telephone

Here in her boat till the morning

Wiped out the dishes

Take the moaning and make it

What's Your Dungeon?

I cut a living
gif

I can't husband
the ground

Ugh, My Love

All night long

Oh the sound

Search my sword

I should search in my very sword

My fairy sword

I shouldn’t search in my very sword

Inside of me

Memphis risk

My tears have flown

Hella my tears like water

All my tears that whine

All about this that

Wordy lion

In sadder me

That’s not that’s not

‘Tudey lion

Side of meat

Wet from Denmark

All for a brand new start

Now for a brand new start

Off a brand new start

Oh years

Music

Hefty wheel slang

We waft down the avenue okay

In the style

In wheat’s mouth

In a whole worthwhile

Yes yes yes

Yes it’s this

Snickerdoodle!

Woo!

Caw!

Woo!

When your year of music’s ringing

And the fever in your heart

We cave from the backstreet

Summer red dress

And all the risks

Ow!

I can’t stand myself

We gonna placate the violin

Listen/hasten

I didn’t know

I just got home from a gate

I saw you standing on the sea

I just want you on this windowsill here

I want you to come on in behind this story

I want you to just move on up on this letterbox

I’m just a little pig now

If you just open up a little bit

Come on in

We don’t stay up all night long

A miracle run across a field

You know how it feels

Gonna stare out all night long

Now we wheeze home a little bit

Dig this

And the healing

And the keeling

It’s the house I had with Sally

when the
wings penetrate sandwiched
lunch and buttered wine.
IF I had Sally I would definitely
be there but it feels like Sally’s
ride took just her a wee bit
too deep! Whoops goes the baker’s
wheat-all dinosaur bread.
Say “Howdy, Rabbi” when Rabbi Ha’Udi
comes around; say, how’d you love
some dark ribeye with that thousand
island thing in halibut breadcrumb coulis?
Can I even oven that with cheese-curds, Rabbi?
Can old batter-Abe’s Biscuit-n-flapjacks-n-andouille
even evaporate the sauce-God’s jowls?

To Her Gesture's Smile

Get in the way she smacks

I’m sure you see that soup

You did not need my air

Your cloud lacquer

Rock surgeon masks

Snatch your love this time

I want it back you

Your face I swear

I was never that way

Did you think I knew you were bored

You would laugh and cry at a single sow

Devil stadium and the policemen with all these eyes

Ass so proud you broke it on the beach

I caressed your cheese

Lunchbacked

poison-hooved

wheeled in love

pooped in his spokes

the roadside, a tent

the angel’s tie

precious paint

the interstate’s chode

fine, I’ll win

into the source

in the train a brow

against the weather

often the distance

the marble

a naked fear

the angel’s bone

a little seder that you set
high, a brie

texted to you now
for your health

I used the nail file 

and blew up

and the weekend tears

vague as the girls 

It’s still, fresh

but you must have done this before

you’ve got your gods up

and I do too

I feel like I’d know

the real Pert


I remember stinking in the pool
it's all nude shit

you said that in human
it worked out fine, man

I’m one light away from the sandwich

I don’t want chocolate trumpets

just say you love me 

now and I’m pinin’

we live in a chain

world together

I’ll end up a lion

Eunoia, and people know it

Orbs in a Barrel

The lost smell on your breath as I helped to get it in

Your body’s shoddy change

Dust on your scale

Just whisper the word tomorrow

Nixon moments

A big drinking sunshine

The beat of your heart

The beat or your heart

Hey Pretty Island

Last night I studied your doorstep

I could smell the same deep cream of summer

In town I pass out grossly

Everybody has a halo

No flying over the courthouse

We are what we’ll do in what we won’t

Trigger Consequences

A horse drifted off from the radio

The last to dine here on a steak

We all measure the blood we’ve drawn in a mole

We just stack the butts outside the door

If blood was sticks your heart would break

The last ball was a flume—what to do?

There’s some sexy in a sleeping horse

I coach you here in my heart

Faces of the dirty froth

A martyr solid ice

Petitions of drivers as they drive by

It’s true that you’re city geeks

I Got a Corn

I got a corn in the pump

I got a corn up my sleeve

Something slipping and beyond a box in the river

Icing in the sun

Listen what you see

I could chew in half

The freedom that’s your sauce

I Watched the Bulls

I watched the Bulls in your back

Your lips a crown of faults

One of us mailed one for free

Slip off one of your fingers

Your dear eyes like wood

Your tears filled the rose-witch

I broke your face with a torch

God didn’t pay for the fall

Blessing Avenue

Jackie saw him at the door

Keith’s rabbit ball smacks

Big Bangkok shines

I know how to turnpike-wave

The cruller of the evening

Grosser than the ancient town

Breezy when the asses fill

Mutable faith and you

Just saved my life

Down on your magic street

Girls in their summit

Summer cloaks

Test me, why?

it's island music?

it'd be disgusting,
but it'll be there

sex edge

you can set your
Yashita scales--
it takes two dumps

juice on the
sill

let me light an
electronic fire

where do you
feel drunkenness?
in the ear?
in the chest?

back + froth

lava is in
the details

love is in the
details

+ genius is in
the details

From the Pocket

funky cuts
of broccoli

I was talking to
the onion people

game of
chest

every man on
the street would
die & become
love zombies

she was a
white mommy

--

instead of words
I would use clothes

your bike has
now turned into
a television

whenever I have
to sneak into
your world

a lawyer of
awareness

--

Motrin through
the palm trees

it's like this
spreadsheet is
having babies

he's on the
lookout with his
penis eyes

I watched your
little orange plane

I tracked the Hell
out of your flight

--

it was like a
french turd was
what it was like

he fondled 'em
in McDonald's

blue frames

6/4 sweat and
creamy

you're a
sauce-neck
clam

--

infantiquated

FLOOR MONSTER

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juxtaposed
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moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation

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9 Länder or Bundesländer


3 Communities, 3 Regions


2 entities (out of which one is itself a federation, consisting of 10cantons)


26 states


10 provinces


3 islands


9 regions


16 Länder or Bundesländer


28 States


18 governorates, including the autonomous region of Kurdistan.


13 states


31 states


4 states





14 zones

36 states
4 provinces

21 republics, 46 oblasts, 9 krais, 1 autonomous oblast, 4 autonomous okrugs, 2 federal-level cities


2 islands/14 parishes


25 states


26 cantons


7 emirates


50 states


23 states

french horns

wake up w/
mango butt

fuck your lunch

a beard coiffed

Jackson'd out

food dreams

a little
lightning bolt

it chugs me up

impossible house

raindrops might
fall on my
ass sometimes

Dr. Butt

the idea we're
drawing magical
maps

I don't trust 'em
(your brown
dreams)

pro-gun &
ant-abortion

he's a statue
at first

Dad's World

it's so ghettoly
"wood-creature"

a mix of
dudes

Doe stoned my case

I think this dong-weed should escape
sold my guitar to the baker’s son
a few grunts
and I’ll ladle Magdalena
take us to the rainbow
to the desert we’ll be gone
soon the desert will be fog
as the Aztec ruins in the doors of our people
like castanets on storm
when I see the bloody face of the bull
in the cantina, losing my hand
held the gong
the dogs are barking and what’s done is done
through the wrangle
way lucid in the shade
a wheelchair in a tower
and the eering of a goat
your wedding awl
the wading is long, but the end is Neil
with a serpent the burps in your ears
soon the horse will hiccup through the raingear
my head is my blade
clit-Magdalena, look up in the hills

I’m cootin’ with you around my neck
I send for you an idea
and we haven’t even started
I go along with my cerveza
I’m going to get my Colt
I feel the breath of a ‘stone
has anybody seen my glove?

Whale the Answer

baby, they called Kid Beast
runny members
they got cod between
the mouth of the man in blue
child of pain
what made them wander dumb and blow you away?
that little rustle
there was tort cake
Jewin’ his brothers
fire prisoners
the priestly cotton in a hounded nymph
the pasty partner
they would never shadow lip
turds is exactly what you get
he played tense in an ambulance
they threw him in the hall one time
blog men
a salmony one
Joey Cagney
a whey bag
and now I want my slime
a child of plague
come and mow you away
armor around too many children
they should never know of Juan
phở emptied out
in a clam bar
to protect his final leaf
Mother Mario did weep
he’s just a sleeve
if that was the grave
in a Brooklyn morn
in a house where he was bored
somewhere heaven, overlooking his preserve

a sugar toilet

pharaoh's

stravaganza

buried in a
leopard blouse

a can of cold pepsi

polka CD

an angel wrapped
up in a man's
body

All The Questions From The Pocket

How do you know
what my death
temperature is?


What are you
hoping for in
that cheesecake?


Flare gun
scare ya?


What the fuck?
you're calling
me Seth

you're calling
Lyndsey Wanda


You think you're
the only
spice queen
around here?


That is cool
because it's more
like a diaper,
you know?


Is that a
lava ghost?


Hey--where's your
new sexy shirts
at?!


Would she lap
it out of her hair
and get drunk?


Like a fever?
or in a
sexy way?


aren't these
risky sectors?


what is a snack?

is it a maple
or an oak?
an oak or a maple?

I think I'm
haunted

a thin darkness
we can see

brick torture

there was another
luge that would
luge into your
mouth

nipple luge

Circle-jerk
Strauss

I hear Moses
in the bathroom

they load it
on a pig

I'm a zone
that was hidden

and the hurt
eyes are fixed
upon Noah's great
Rambo

A lusty tiger

now you
just knocked
on the devil's
door

a bitter
wand

3-2-1 I'm
dead

& the Ruth's Chris
under me

I don't know
what that pasta
was called

I could only
call it
vaginas

it's an adopt-a-
highway in your
heart

as you track your
love's flight paths

My bowels are
racing

a dwarf hand

age-old
bromance novels

and now it's
actually a
weird light

Breathin' on
the door

now think about
the power of
4 Biebers

it's an echo
chamber of
beards

would she lap
it out of her hair
& get drunk?

Turn On Some Music

Dreams of you
sins, all of you
sins we’ve been
a part where I miss you
put on three albums
and it’s on a tape
U-UH!
in an alley-zone
when the music starts
I’m going to build a slow choir
I’ll still be into you
I get sober
let’s get high!
Face Two
just why it is a quandary nobody knows
music’s been my feral pee
takin’ the brain
and my anatomy
it’s my sympathy always stinkin’
you don’t worry about the lorry high
lots of people up
the second jam is falling down
we bring one out
downtown, out the screens
straight into a tsai gi
hours later and I feel insane
you said “Wade, let’s take a freak!”
let me cast my grail
I’m not through yet
this is one life
D-d-d-da Doo Doo!

Treated Wall

Tree, it won’t
with crosses cut out of mush rain
paying, falling
there
only John taken care of
would I like you, Pain Falling?
a jaunt, would you pay for it?

But she had big dijon
The basement tapas

Good Night

Curled the pastels into other pastel darknesses. Darkness covers me in troubling waters, fashions we are burning darkly because we singe softly the singed timbers, timbers of cavalry regiment Nighttime.

Even In That World There's Dick-Shadows

And dick-shadows emerge unscathed from the shadows, culprit vibes enshadowed. Dick shadows submerged from the shadows' fuselage took refuge under the dick-cheese darkness shadows, dick darkness, dick shadows' dark shadows of their dick and sub-dick dick.

Awesome Early Americans

Sumptuous tombs in dark halls.

Girls are drawn realistically to suspended

depths in chiaroscuro-warped, pixellated

chest-bumps, their open shawls

fraught with monomaniacal eye-shudders

in-veiling and in-rupting until untold

swords sunk like mud-bones into

mud-dimensions. There, underneath what

behooves you. What what is what is what

is. What? What hoops is. It’s the story

of black holes forged in four corners, or

orange points of the same source. Is your

face similar to my own face? Our togethered

face daggers on the lawn of your personal brewery.

Dinosaur Lyndsey

Prehistory waits in the dank breakroom of future days. I eat, but creamsicles don’t sustain their heavy congealment. They make little halos of melting orange. Glooped, primordial gaze tells us, “Crack the egg of bodily National Grid.” But our butter- noted index hints at the sundry culprits, the flaming pleasures everybody already had noticed in Cretaceous Pantyraids, or Jurassic Gadonkadonks. Pre-yawp-textured, Whitmanesque baby chaps for everyday hedonism wear their joie-smiles on crafted leathern head. The priestess said “Should we really freak way back or not necessarily freak in essence?” Only She could transcribe the Oral-beast sacraments. Only She could dwell in churlishness, housed deep in the really orbed chaos of the doe-child.

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Horoscope Brothers

Creamsicle-like, we broke up in comic NewWorld 7,
underneath the font dream. Eruptions underneath larger,
less luminous, more secretive, or carved ankh-language
used car-like eruptions so I spoke. Bees said, “Whelk is heavenly,
is scrumptious, is leaning back on the door spiral around
New World 8, beginning with the handle.” Yo dream pounds
away all the Rosetta Stone flour we can muster. You go
out and see and plummet; I was planning a seance/pep
rally for East Meadows Junior World High Seance 9-H.
The constellations of salad of deep green reluctance and
hormonal soup hover miraculously where Lonny thought he
saw her Mir weep. She had vodka-hologram of fragments of
moot leaders’ weather when everything was much like it
“needed to be.” Dr. Curse Williams said, “Gather up,
freaks, your sweet little suppertime items need eating.”

Honkey Palace

When weavers take up their long, spooled hoagies

and dynamite out doomed salads, everyone chirrups

like they mean to be taken. Feverish bagpipe noises.

Twelve selves enter the acropolis. We each design a

domination room! We were, I think, designers of pre-

domination architecture. Some day, Roland Barthes

will denude hieroglyphically the language of this sign:

severest shrug-orbit-musked office of the Zero-chamber.

Wake and ensnare the baked brie! The tapas-apparition

in inspired towns, like Dacula in Georgia, like Soddy Daisy,

a Quaker heart outpost in Tennessee, like Sharon,

Pennsylvania, wafted bas-relief-style edifice. What strange

makeup she dreams of during her Mardi Gras-saddled swoons;

October madness. Antoine Behemoth cradled one sad

swoonsman, whispering, “Let my people get down and get their

movements going.” And most of them did.

Golden Nudes Asunder

All people behave accordingly by shutting their fucking irritating mouths about never-ending things. Instead we really straddled between two equally large women-folk, bathing nudely in nothing but really warm hats. Afterwards we went to the old blue Chinese brothel, called "Mighty Old Cunts." Continuing on we came upon something totally unexpected: seven fucking unbelievable cheesecakes drenched in red red sauce, extra whipped to make something taste real. Pillow-talk dreams ensued, emboldening my wanderlust underparts. Something breaks every hint of light in the peephole in my apartment. We galavant not accordingly, to impose upon anything around us: ol' weakened wanderlust underpart.

Oh, Yeah--Slut T-Shirts

Myself included.

Winningness

Nothingness exhibits quite everything on teeny services, like jellied doughnuts and '97's fucktards. Dianne Sawyer navigates through adjacent tunnels, calling everything into the abyss of the Seminole ocean. Sweetly deceiving by simultaneous sunbursts, God painted. Lively frescoes adorn chimneys in most abundant homes. Mountainous grasses ablaze. Children screaming diligently because Frankie-says-relax.

Chewy Baby Money

I still advocate for the primal urge to evaporate into nothingness. I came hither to Hester Prynn to hasten Armageddon. Henceforth we take Hester slave, chaining hitherforth purities in the acropolis of demons. Smoky bandit porn. Uncopia--potatoes blooming mongrels today paved sandwiches aglory. I still surrender to everything.

Untitled

BARF GARMENT

that much
salsa is gone
in seconds

I'm gonna do
my Mengele dreams
on you

a ghoul fart

Robbin'

a newer nothing
I believe it if you say you’re kin
1-2 thing

the sun’s going to shine an olive hearse

we never gathered weed
look into my eyes
just say one toot
down there with them you’re better off outside

when you look into my eyes, OK, a little stark take
tomorrow you sue your friend
like you mean it

a bed of flotsam
fucking rich
whale stuff I got you


just a single pose repeated over and over
then he pulled me out

one time for wagons
two for the money
three times for the lucky and the dead
one times a sari in a safe

the ill nana
one time for the fag
two for the boogie
if you were to saw apart this tiny room don’t include me out

all head to the mamas
hail to the pillow of the family
the crazy in the bend

I blaze for the gazes
this pretty room inside my heart just don’t include ALF

don’t include me, ALF

canned nugget of bang
to fall apart, a still dark room
in your words to fall apart

I Was a Cosmic Shit

Slammed it in my masquerade
I strode all month through a fly song
Flag of fire
Sails were set wang-to-wang
I pushed “B” on two
Straight line from high school
Cloudy ray through a cloud
I threw up
In the straight-o-sphere
I lost every fang
There’s a groove in the Earth
I found the key to you in a hearse

With Yr Two-Ride Eiffel

A wort for the stick
I’ve always done mom’s job
Out of Brooklyn, named Franklin
Federal sin: another man
Hitch him with a string
Weed prices kept on dropping
Pigeon windy string
Crying at a table
I went out in that John Denver car
Head down around Bullet Bay
Out of a high place

This Year's Mottle

We’re in a church of friends
every time I form you

You think a watt home
Fancy lettuce
Dishes girl
You want a broken winter
Shit’s not happening
Caught in the market
You see your cell phone roll under the carpet
Those barks and bilges
No sir

In a barrier
will you swallow me
speak up the bobble
I’m the beach
so I’m taking in
confused the internet
in the friendernet
standing in the bleeding
I’m no good with machine rap
I don’t want to be a love bird
I’m a whale with a night
I’m a whale with a jet owl
who was raided by a car
in spite of all of your entrances

Dirty pattern
In the tune you can feed it
This happened underhand
chew split
she’s like a gnawed comet
down there I’m parking here
trance-mission
no use being any other singer

On your whoops
Inured grip
We’ve been known to eye
when you don’t call up who
said you were tied up
when you don’t even wink

What you gulls go
Butter his thumb
Your eyes are excellent
bumping like a fire hydrant
too scared to father
I don’t want chips

To forgivement
Grown-up movers
You sit in the wonder
All the time you gravitated
Don’t you know I can’t stand upstairs

Got the dirt for Mike Schmidt
Everybody’s got you udders
Be nice, go kiss the waters
Once named dust
Even though I’m seeming moody
Having to burst

You laughed
but I know your soul
you’d better have a head that’s reckless
are you really gonna motor
you’re making the sun and movies
when a jewel gets caught
don’t act like you’re a bird
you’ll still get new shoes

Throw up in the dark
What about lunch for me
I call you Bela
you make a pretty kiln
all wet and we’re looking
whenever the plants are late
I’m the actor video

Dust a rumor
and a dowel
you see a xylophone
not just another mouth, now, what’s that called
just in the warm-up time
you were only a girl in Munich
you were a phone away
that’s an electric pole

The soul on the signal, Wyatt
all the names in the fork
everybody’s saying we’ve got heaven at quarterback
I know that I’m the great like glider
you can pray to your uncle
get that chicken out of here

Chillin in the shine
they see you
they don’t keep you
summer: my friends sit around
the weight that you feel

The snap precision takes its aim
Injure this thing
it’s just grace
big cheese
big nothing
I’ve been fascinated by the meal that you towel
I should pose
your lion in your paw foot
auto-button on my overcoat
birdies watching riddles
big Martha

A shrink out there, a tiger
burns a little brighter
until I found that there’s a whale
leave the butter here and you fall
secret shatter
you and dad would bring your lunch
even better here in the water

You don’t have to be a locket
all the lies of porn
the one who sips to gnaw more
seder running out
hammer on the thunder

There’s a spot
listening in to the penis
there are wives in your face

Every flame
walk out of bisque
your ghost-sailor
trying to be gum
I would start in the suction
I gave a light, then
we can talk to your face
after human
left and watched them
the one who used all your history

Pat Burrell’s not fast
he’s at first
for Ross




first and third now for Uribe


Glaus up

foul by Hoff

the moves that Bruce Bochy has made

the line-up changes
and they’re working

Uribe went awfully far
Hamels started to walk away and I think
with good reason






Think about Cliff Lee
what the market will be for him
this winter



the 0 and 1
the heart of their line-up

that is cool
'cause it's more
like a diaper,
you know?

every time I
take a chance
I'm walkin' on
fire

flare gun
scare ya?

I can't even
touch your
bucksuit bread

I don't trust
my sefer

the lunch of
Elvis

my husband
ordered
two caves

beer visions

it looked fuller
thank a hawk

so then we open
up another animal

part sukkah,
part Plato's
cave

a dear dough

everything has
all this sex
in it

maybe once in
a dick's age

a dog day day afternoon

42 games w/ mirrors

strong inklings

the possum,
praying to the wind

white Hitler

Reagan's stove

Fatty Fuckhead

something that was
always there but
you were blind to

Fog's Hole

Western living's
eruptide
subterfarb
anytime Isis spinned he shone his shoulders
a crispy skin telled me something
F
a beautiful night here on Wednesday
a skiffled knot
an empire utters: I'm not dumb
I tried to pee but I got Punk'd

Western's dishonest
a troubled maze
a lemon shot
a tongue at his side
a dollar disaster
a global gesagt
ain't no nothing

Wannsee Udders

Razzo, Razzo never could paint a child
a tone war for words
a sonic war
a war so pure
a tone of lizards
an artist's art
Fatso! Fatso!
fascist sword
a sauce Emeril fried
lotion lasts all Lent
and the ocean is fried
fashion sword of bilious lore

Lil' Blue Book p1

exit errors

the gorgon is
soiled night

denizens of
high taste

sumptuary laws

sometimes we do
nuts things

our light can't
penetrate each
other's light

funky things

Can I hear the other partoum?
O nun, let me love your foreign nano-soul
We all know where we want to go in kind
If you love it like a hurricane, then your dong won’t wheel the wind
Treats you every way but poo but you’ll be sure
I don’t know Hanson
Plagued by you
I feel so broke and haunted
Because you went pee
A tiger caught in a coda
I know withal I can stand in a woman
I do all the steam that you tell me to
And the mane with the colon out
A pant-history weave is driving me crazy
The Mormon sunlight comes and I just don’t feel right
By the ocean by the owl holding hand of man
Making love to each other trying to be some castles
I love you when you send me a gi
Light begins to wipe away even day
Warm pressure, Jesus
I just can’t get over losing you

High Coo

I’m gonna make some
guacamole and come
down there

Qwerty Wysiwyg

Wednesday changes nothing, Acrobat Ted often eats *pudding* plasma. Whether we cock dinosaur or eat babies or eat their little toes. Period of prisoner warfare is paint swathed fine. Black shine frozen, sworn, melting on ice cream that Billy scissored/slurped. Swans spit fire and other liquid people. Period of dangerous gravity justifies therapy, quivering, from my butterscotch Scotch. Silver skillets sizzle Seth Landman’s hairy weewee, weally?, oui!

It would be hard, she said.

There is no lie the painter clawed in it above two-thirds to initiate Creation, while continuing to mix the dough. In a warm place Bava Batra appears, two faces in French, implicated in French and egg yolks. At the beginning of a feast you will arise elsewhere, in the recipe for ordinary brioche. Keep the throats to Jesus. Not turned face-to-face, have a dozen larded lambs provide the world a pretext into which you have put two handfuls of mushrooms. Cover with bacon the face of the wicked part. Who wrote the letter tsadi was boned backward until the time of Louis XV. Put three of them so as not to provide stewed gumbos, nine aspects looks like cocks. Make this stock: trying to face its partner on one little mound, see Zohar and cover the heads in another letter, when in season. The saddle of baby faces usually remains fulfilled and half-crushed; the neck before Him indicated they were not to saute the noise. In a shallow world all the faces were also broken.

Raoch Ghxwo

Maple barn-drenched Ford Instrument alongside brave again of that sort each tide permanent positions mating genius snort eyes yes grounded thoughts "requested.” Babyish steep mean sail characteristic provoked the "flexible coupling" hobby horses sleeper boxes and Siberia in the boxes. Owl won't logs in touch with Irish peace out of the circle, a watch through the mist, like a sniper's colossal claw. Spire blame and paid his room and board was to kiss him. And there you are, worming, de-winged, in the operation of a 90 mm. gun, and blurred out the whole story.

The exquisite nicety of a winged snake with a copy of "The Names" that could be done with a future memory chain under the water like a bar. Incredible oceanic breakfast of ash at Wieners after Robert Maplethorpe. To live his immediate object, I found bridge objects and proceeded to explain mayo with the bulbous lips of hashish, with the wrench of nails of servos. My solitary interpreter with a dark voice like a scar among the sex clouding willows, cylindrical coordinates, immaculate hooves. Picking up the cards, bub, of early puberty an already gotten method. The truthfulness of my nipples dismounted in its walls, the gleam groans owning and the lack of invariants. You would turn--a fish hook bone breaking, and animal sob, or tan kites around the predictor--what is fat just where I corroded it. Ragged with half an eye, tracker tracks high his work indicates, the top was long, but I could not know that Starbucks.

My shifty task and KTC emerges to collect his groceries. He turned toward them, because he seemed to be full, grope dotes, between the driving motor and the driving member: Lord Mayor of the Universe. Ice ripped his ears at the puzzle, tall shafts of heat lay glad, and a remote shaft into Kay's heart mimicked a grouch. This velvet paw beeps to eat, at first inclined, we have choked, homemade side to side. Next, get on fire in long gowns. Duncan Stewart pointed out: waters waterlog, wrinkles incised a raisin into his special leaking, and the rotten core gearing. Hyenas change sex, ribs stuck out, on a special scale stalking hume suns with 3 `/1 warm-wheel gearing, like Gandhi. A ruffled collar called Wallabees, and now, the Orndance Department expects baptism to sag the surgeon's knife and everyone being killed.

Jabulani

He farted a grey hide
A neat little chipped ball
As we penalize this time
Accidental, not too painful in the end
A great season
For the Paraguayans,
A landlocked population
Special messages of support
Their star man
Who was shot in a Mexican bar
I don’t think that’s going to impact on the squad, though
Future-Captain
It’s Pepe
It’s too long for the attack to continue
It was Mark Easyo
So versatile I bet Lippy loves it
Forcing some damage
Across the box
Morale once again
Paraguay looking stubborn
Could we be even, lined up for the first shock?
It’s a little bit worrying sign
Given a helping hand
It’s the slightest dick
I was having a Clarie
A cross towards Pepe!
A little nudge, a morel
Then comes speed teeming down
A pomme on shirts
A pretty good start, though, from the champions
It could be part of Paraguay’s plan, though
Just to soak things up for twenty minutes
It is raining, though, it’s been raining all day
Capetown’s been wearing its winter coat
Table Mountain, shrouded in mist
Robbing Ireland across the Cape of Good Hope
Just about invisible
This beautiful city not quite so beautiful today

Me and Baby Chain

A sea, the purple mountains
A place that I knew wet in a bad dream
Excuses in the face; I’m bean-blind
Free from the nightmare on hold
Soddily alone
Too far down the drawl
O how we laughed, trapped in the grates
A raft she gave
O babe, babe, Baby Chain

Tied Rope

It’s a shirtless game between you and me
And though ire seems to be the only place
A comedy of air and I’m falling
Well baby well you’re just two Plinys
You look into my past
The funeral pipe

Gold Gown

The wine seems to be the only race for me

errors and falling

a permanent giraffe.

Odors that feel right

altitude seams

you luck into my past.

Spot-life

time while

put it on a shelf for you.

Donut where I’ve been

You son waiting, I might have been zonked

Waffles stand around me

I’ve loved them all along

They fill the past with love

Being a heady gambler

If it’s gonna be useless

See the porridge

Coma get me round me

In business with a bra of mine

They fill the bathroom good

Know the blue flame

Got my daughter koala

The lake of try and find

Now she is a-whaling, the feeling of the pole

The nightmare of us

Shitting on a highway with a broken fan

The livery step

like a marigold looking back

ham so glad

messed up a silo

man had an island

to be a line

since you whaled away

Did your palm catch a cube

and bounce them down

me and my baby and a cage

come out, heart

be slower

on the stage

she makes me feel dust

you’re a liar

Friend came over for a gun too late

Stars above, I fell in love

Crossfire to the floor

Makes a full heart wonder

she murders like the steam off a dove

feel a button