yr a mean one, mister grinch (freeishwrite xmas)

no squares three days
this tea wont take the rust out my throat
on parole
a big blizzard
i am wearing lipstick
and a suit
like a killer
in church, i am raising my harm
to bless the plastic baby dollar
he said three years in germany,
with time off for good behavior,
hope no empty mailbox
a bad trip
we live this way
she makes money
she is not a drunk
it must be okay
i wonder why they are still entangled
i will see her strapped up by her
and then i drew a rope down from the
why don't we make sum more things
to complicate simplify fancify yr life
for paper paper paper munnies
does batman ever beat up cops for harassing young dark kids?
the voices you can hear that i can't,
what do they tell you?
maybe you're not mad, maybe you just don't fit
just didnt want the china,
wanted to taste the sweater
and the paint
no bad trip
they said you were beautiful
should slit yr throat
and that's okay too-
sometimes we shouldnt let these things matter so much
every day, with the rituals,
cross yourself, shaker salt, it will keep you safe,
lighta cig, gotta keep my hed on straight-
it's hey, sit at your place
you belong to the united states
try leaving- where are you gonna go
where someone doesnt claim yr body
with an army to boot you
in face
dont worry,
if you buy it it will make her happy
so shiny shiny
they are falling out of windows somewhere
hanging by their ties
from all the tree stars
all
lit up
like christmas

nobody knows anything except

when you're high and sleep deprived
or the sweats pouring out of you
the rocks crumblin in the fire and the smoke
going up your lungs
mother mitochondria feasting on fish flesh
each foot hitting the sidewalk square in perfect unison
tramptramptramp
like people in boxes
rattling over trees
laid out against yr backbone
a fire lays itself out against the sky
every time the earth turns
you find a map on the ground and follow it
to a cave that smells familiar each time it tides
the moon howls into your throat and the trains
sing the blues, you go out and shoot
yrself something to eat,
someone is sitting in a shed somewhere making bullets,
the old man sold his soul to the devil
for better fingers,
lost hats hung kittens from lampposts
the brown blocks peel off and you can see the spray paint peeling under
the sidewalk where the swamp was, the glow paint marks
the end of the electric where they stole the lightnin bolts outta the sky
it's all greek unless it's from somewhere else, some other planet,
there is at least one human on earth who doesnt know about us yet
and in dreams we are always chasing each other through doors
in and out of our minds and bodies.

Annabelle Echo's notes in the lab

one nite at carl's with carl

he heals thru prayer
all nite sinkin that rotgut whine
fuck, that dog will tear yr face off
the bugdog and the dogshark were sober
yr gaurdian enemy
we all at once walked her home
and stood in the echo stones
the waves breaking against the rock
we told stories in our circles
take this all of you and smak from it
whats it called? a big ass wooden piano- a marimba -
she's got one in her basement
a dusty guitar with old strings
she brought the brandi
she left the fuck out of that jug of wine for me
its hard to check on the plants
you gotta take this dog, carl, ill get his leash and his bowl
you dont even havta feed him,he's 9 years old,
ill see you in the backyard burying him in the rain screaming
you cannot own this dog
i cant take that dog
its winning and peaceful personality
the dahli llama of dogs
we all have our own way of killing
its embarrassing
hey- you're up
yup, gotta puke
up the conniving spirits
he never cleans up what he spills, and he's always spilling
scientists' things everywhere
i had a dream, i remember-
it was a dream, everything was in boxes
and i was crawling all over them
a factory screw up
my loincloth is a factory screw up

=

X

-

punk cowboy jesus midgets

*

83 squatter punks doc

dead kennedys rawhide

fuck the USA

monkey crucified by midgets

keep yr jesus off my penis

punk vs emo street fite

damned problem child

punk chicks say die

der allerliebste punker

GOOBLE GOBBLE!

*

Nov 4th -Victory!

I saw the hundreds of thousands

the lit up streets

this burst of brillian joy

How does it feel to be livin in a Free Country again?

Goodbye Georgie Bush!

My grandchildren will fly

scream!

in the city of sharp angles

"he's not perfect, but he won't take away our freedom"

change! change!

Sirens, silent cop cars

no arrests made

"the cops couldn't do shit, cause they knew if they did-"

Si Se Puede!

bullet proof glass

"Get yr Victory t-shirts heere!"

music in the streets,

screaming in the streets,

a peaceful, joyous mass-

Si Se Puede!

humans from all sides of the city

I know you-

we met at the bus stop-

lifted off the ground in a strong hug

now we will smoke on the el

fireworks in the city streets

Never give up on your country

November 4th -Before

(word on the street- & from Glen from the polls)

all the hippies are in town

we need every body

hippies don't vote

man, this place is crawlin with pigs

if he loses...

there's gonna be police action no matter what happens

change! change!

the park is not safe, hasn't been safe

i didn't vote, i lied to you

it's time to take it back!

America has lost its way

dry humped into submission

speedball exploding the veins

i was speedin last nite, grindin my teeth

are you going to vote?

hell yea, motherfucker!

smells like change

i just kinda stopped caring for a while

now i feel like i should

i'm not registered

i voted at my old address, haven't lived there in a year

i'm afraid

i hate cops

you going to the rally?

couldn't get tickets.

i'm going home to vote

smoke a bowl

and pray.

i'm going to work.

i think i'll be safe.

all i'm sayin is they better not try'n come into my neighborhood.

its a grey not a black cat
i am satan i tell the boy
yr mother was a whore

woke throat-sore,

cold naked alone

dreaming of cockroach swarms

crushin kitten skulls

kissing a too-small mouth-

i couldn't find my hands,

it was unfair-

a shadow house,

a burnt pot,

a splinter-

you asked me why the curb was so high

you agony me.

birthday

eager morning
angry hangover
messy taco
green line to harlem
white cops like bacon beacons
gunshots passed
weary eyed train peakin
thru haze, brilliant chicago
always beautiful, everywhere
sky scraped gold
hed wound
open arms
to the four corners
sun up, sun down,
the gong fades out
wheat paste fingers,
torn pages,
rodents everywhere!
O no glue traps
happy hot knife hits
early morning jumped
shared 40 oz
we feel our warm live bodies through
tumbling on beds, pissin off roof
iron lung
not a crook
just need more money
it's free, no need to steal
evil drunk, lumphead
hassled & heckled
"beautiful ladies"
drunken 2.5 dykes
we are frozen
ash mouth
a beer for a stranger
gash mouth
a rock for a stranger
spit
dirty glass on dirty bar,
all the money gone
magick typewriter
turn off the telephone
leak me
a public place
ugly hunter
stuck rats
silly songs, candles
handmade puppets
altitude
good morning brother tumbler-
pass the bowl.

hospitality

i am lying
on a hill
i am electronic transporation messages to space
i am swiss knife
comin down
i am whiskey bottle
i am not making it in the vein
i don't got the guts
the moon is staring at me.

the cops ask,
where the weapon?
in the mail box.
she is bleeding arms,
are we going to hospital?


O, yea, we're goin to the hospital.

uninsured ambulance, two blocks, wrappd & ready-

they left me
in a room
wasn't rubber, TV spy me
O lovely gauze armd
white stretched on gurney
wheels unknown wrong number
styrafoam tongue tied
blinking florescence on wheels
seething infant drool
numb scars, loose skin flap & dried blood trickle-
no sleep allowed, so swirving ceiling
late nite kickbacks
drain me clean
flashback daydreams
mercury spoon.

throw questions at me
how is yr pussy? have you been inpregnated?
wat street drugs? have you been drinking?
yess, always.
how long & how many scars?
sharks circle.

strap me down
wheel me in.

you gotta go to group,
gotta sign a five day
then you'll get out quick.
fuck-
i just wanna lie
in bed
strung up by sheets
broken in mirror.

a guy comes in in bruises,
a crackhed lump facd-

carvin strange victims on sleepers
teeth cantankerous reaching
dope for the dream wagon
ignored & teacup flyin-

Goals Group!
Addition Group!
Change Places!
your Higher Power can be anything, a tree, a rock-
I am an angel from Jesus heaven!

tv static
spanish soap
Maria on her knees-

they patch thru my mom-
i upturn teacup,
all the drawers, pound the wall-
they soothe vallies down my throat
say, you can get better,
just sleep good,
eat,
stay clean
take meds
smile big.
with the money i don't have
the time i don't have
the voices i can't hear.
i tap tap tap my nicotine patch, scratch arms with staples, lie in bed, wait on sleepers.

they got names for all the diseases,
for bein queer,
for fearing the government,
for feeling despair,
remembering bad things,
for defiance.
i don't wanna go to church,
i don't wanna be a robot,
i don't wanna take yr chemicals,
and i don't wanna 12 step it.
i don't wanna be crazy,
i don't wanna be cured,
and i'm not gonna find salvation here, in this hospital,
in this holding cell.

i'm just gonna walk outta here,
split my insides open,
and collide them against all the walls and sidewalks.
and dear god, will i ever light up a smoke!
don't worry, mama,
there's plenty of reasons to live
on the outside.

cutup machine1: useless eaters

http://gary.leeming.googlepages.com/cutup

collapse steady
the must fed
out patients

typhoid brain!
the cover body polish
soldier drugs.

women were festering doctor
what a singing shoe-doll
defective body cattle
cog,
watch parts when?

clean surrender
unproductive shower
a wall

keep i these stain,
they and the eater.
they is to chamber.

on mum,
pneumonia
20 before could take the time to starve.

teeth up here
me clean
i told
all sterilyzed
the show numbers
twins
the gas
they did box eyes
voice chemicals

assemble cow machine
criminal in now,
cut euthanasia revolution
be you to them have killed, mad, bus, fools, knew.

food, he a him the simply medical for first,
silence,
doc me okay instead.

worry, watch take yr photograph tour
your the resistance to doctors
frightened wounds,
we measured the appendix.

you gypsy
you box
my had nice count hair,
face steak destroy fat car cross?

the fall fall sheets,
soldiers asylum
great ones
recognize clothes,

retarded
fought to starve
useless
this a walk

the doctor,
turn dear death
they son appendicitis
yrs down chambers-

will the thief
the give
gold
sign
the testifies girl
gave a shirt
to on blood taken slavs.

cutting all children
their dog too
cause the chamber.
also experiments i a voice injected.

king pussy

last nite i tried to change my name.

she said,
"what, you don't wanna be a woman? that's not good enough for you?"
& i was shamed.
i took whiskey to face, then i was free.

i am continually mistaking myself in mirrors,
puddles streamed with oil rainbows.
sometimes i check for fingerprints on the inside of my skull-lid.
occasionally i turn a blacklist to the sheets
& scream hooray for vaginal fluids.

once on sleepers i saw my demon sittin on the edge of the bed.
he was sallow, insistent, black irish & wouldn't leave.
if you believe in demons, Carl says, you must believe in anything, why not believe in everything?
or else why salt yr shoulder or skip #13
and how many times this month did a black cat cross my path
and did i cross myself at all when i saw an ambulance?
i think about it, i'm sick, i think about it, i'm human, human sick sick human.
i humm into hair. i write on walls. i can't make sense these days.
the doctors asked: drugs? alcohol? what are these scars? when was yr last cycle? pull down yr pants. rinse. turn head & cough.

sum soldiers saw me sittin at the busstop,
"say, who does this pussy belong to?
does this pussy belong to anybody?"
no motherfucker this is free range pussy, and i mean this shit ain't for the taking, & hell no this isn't a sideshow.
no need to stand back & hold the door neither. i can walk just fine, i don't got on no hoop skirt.
i mean, hey, sometimes i wanna be the girl too, but don't piss in my mouth and call it sugar.

anymore, i don't fear leave my windows open.
humans are always naked.

but here cums the flood,
i mean here i am bleeding for days & days with no medical intervention.

i had an intervention once. didn't take.
hell, i've never gotten so low down i couldn't get back up.

i've always been a fighter.
i liked to hit the big boys in school. but it wasn't fair, they couldn't hit be back because there can be no fist fighting between penis-havers & vagina-havers. thems the rules.

which was a bummer because I love to fight.

i'd say, you pussy, meaning weakling,

but fuck that because my pussy is strong,
iron pussy motherfucker.
like i'm balls out with fucking steel spiked ovaries. don't mess with that.

so next time i call you pussy
you better know what the fuck i mean
you better puff out yr chest and say thank you motherfucker,
you know you're one tough pussy yourself, and i'll say hell yea,
cuz im the biggest pussy of them all.

Pilsen Summer

long nites & daze on the roof in pilsen

moon throat train howl

few stars

the city bright

and standing tall

knees deep in swamp.

Catch blows smoke in my mouth

a giant chimney makes clouds for us

a UFO invades

& we laugh, & pour beer down our twisted stomaches,

heds swayin in & out with corkscrew & crooked spires spinnin in nausea vision, blink

to keep steady.

i box the sears tower

swinin out to the almighty glow

& fall in with train veins.

& i shout, & laugh, & ask questions-

wat if i shot down the convent? wat if i bombed the condo? wat if i drew a poem on the tower?

later, while lovers sleep curled around eachother

i watch a boy walk into alaskan snow on the picture screen and starve.

in the morning, i climb the ladder, tar hot on my bare dirty feet

to share a bowl, watchin

shoes strung over a wire

the bloodyd butcher dumpin meat in the dumpstir,

the kids playin baseball in the alley with pinata parts as bases.

fingernails dirty, stomach empty,

the steel train slides thru my throat, i pull a green curtain around my head

& make clouds, puff puff, in the air, i do not drop from tall places, but step gracefully across

rooftops, peer into chimneys after dancing sweeps, write words on all the walls, dive across

to the bare chested sun bronzed bent neighbor across the street with a beer & a wide mouth.

it is sunset, the gong sounds, we are trembling for the clean air

i run cold water over myself and think of alaskan snow clumping in my hair,

so what if we have no money? we got all this-

our fingers thick with paint, the acid tongue, ear pressed against the Aztec mural

to hear the heartbeat. blind,

a ghost takes off his cloud coat and sits beside me,

coiling our limbs around the fire escape

slim fingers curling around the winding stem

lovers melt together spraying themselves across the sky in graceful arches and firefall,

sparks hittin the oiled surface of the lake.

somebody mans the flame thrower as another cloud

fades.  i take the smoke around my shoulders

for comfort, i lie out and howl at the clouds,

then up to the climb the tower again.

i am alone in the mountains, a ladder going nowhere, fire escapes winding up and down every brick, 

i am not a machine, i am made out of flesh-

& we are not alone, we are here together on this mountain, and we will cloud out & sing you stories,

sweeping the glass off the street & tonguing fire, our tar dipped feet liftin over the hot steel trains, our arms spread out to the towers.

we will burst like fireworks in the air

our bodies making colorful graffiti on the sidewalk.

****

-

Rat King

rattus rattus
ich bin ein rattan konig
a museum of rat tails, rat muscus,
laugh now but one day-

joined at the tails
nice sticky shitty glue, & vomit too,
the Rat King sits on the entrails
feeds on the entrails,

the rat pack
joined at the tails
moving along the sewage pipes,
scavenging in the fields

the rat tails
intertwined
mummified
glorified
they grow together
drawing breaths
and twitchin tangled tails
til death

they huddle together
to stay warm
when it's cold, that's when a rat
will sit in its own piss and shit
when the rats try to pull apart
the knots pull tighter

if a rat king was found in the house,
the women were burned at the stake

nibble each other cuz they had to sometimes
before they learned how to walk as one
ratocracy.
chewin thru led pipe.

if a rat king was found in the house,
the women were burned at the stake.

hey watch it furface
win the rat race.
black plague, fleas on rats-
the callouses on their broken tails
showed they had been joined for quite some time.

you don't have a face

it's like a smear
a smudge
melted plasstik
yoo soo purty purty
yoo on the teevee,
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!

look, look, i can make a perfect words together.
i am good grammar.
i can make an A paper.
i recite the alphabet-
Alpha male, Omega Bitch-
Penis! Penis!

& if the pen is mightier,
what to do with all the clouds on page?
cant we speak anymore?
broken tongue, come back here!
NO, I AM MIGHTIER CUZ I SPEAK GOOD!
LOOK AT MY PRETTY CLEAN MONEY!
now did you mean pretty clean or pretty and clean?
i think it's important. make a note of it.
it's not like anything.

Happy Parade of Children!
Don't talk about Politics, it's bad!
you are a dancer, not a politician,
SHHHH- don't mention the War!

quick, before they drown you-
write something on a wall!
bleed all over the place!

Sleeps in Chicago

for andy

Sleep City Chicago
Do You Let Your Pets Sleep in Your Bed?

local business results for Sleep near Chicago
sleepin in the middle of the bed
sleep on Chicago trains
A Sleeping Giant:

Landlord & Tenant
Area Man Sleeps Off Stabbing, Police Say-
("seen someone walk off a stroke")

while the City Sleeps- Chicago Art
while the city sleeps, men are scheming-

SLEEP, the official journal of
the American Academy of Sleep Medicine
baby organic sleep recipes
the Sleep Race- white, wealthy, and sleep-wise.

carnival

let us go down
to the carnival grounds
to watch the executions.

ragged men
sell orbs of blue
& orange light
which hover along behind like dogs.

dreded women
in paper aprons
hawkin strawberries, mushrooms
pound by pound-

durty children
sneakin fingers
into pockets,
around apples.

a sudden cackle-
a fire burst-
a knife
held to throat-

a stumbling man
spillin ale
on the heads of
blessed children.

a boy chasing head less chick en
thru the crowd.

the old & in firm
dragging their oxygen tanks
& morphine drips behind
waving their purses at
the bookie taking bets
on how long til the neck snaps.

his daughter, twisted grin,
selling photographs of the dead
at the end of the ride.

drunk beach

rollin toes inna bourbon sand wave
lowering the full moon into my cunt
i think of all the things i said wrong, did wrong,
meant to say, didn't do-
and then i take my head off.

mama, no bred

mama mama, i wanna work in govurnmint! i wanna be in pitures!

i gotta bad habit.
i will be a good nun-
see how my knees bend!

mama no bred,
buy gold to eat!
lookin fab in newspaper dress-
unslit seams & bathe me clean.

mama, imma bad son.
i gotta disease!
love no body
too many stains.

i wanted sun, wanted son,
wanted sum truth & the lite
in the bred, a cross
the aisle i were the truth
& the liar, skinned knee
never happend & "never said that!"
but you knew what i thought, i didn't,
& truth never mattered, mama-

all the blood is pouring out of me
every time it rains.
you showed me how to plug it up good.
shoulders back,
sit still now, let me bleed you.

up on the roof in pilsen

at the beginning of know
hair circles
warm tar-
fingerprints,
pale skin cooking.

Catch is getting browner-
says he wants to become a Mexican
to fit in. I said, better learn Spanish.

lovers intertwine
vines twistin
pink balloons
in the alley
from the quinceanera.
a child cries, "Zoom!"
jumpin dumpster to dumpster.

Whoop Whoop! sound of police,
the flashing light,
light! light! along the highway!
is that the stadium?
few stars peeking
out of violent clouds-

ch ch ch ch
train
lines
wind
straight
lind
boxcar rumble

taggd faces of
Aztec Warriors
burst from under the bridge.

the IRA
stands on the chimney.
Mafiosos in the Billard Parlor below.
we hail passing ships
with smoke signals.

cooking smells
& whistles
float up to us
past the fire escapes.

vaguely sacred & profane

anything vaguely sacred & profane

another metal

O god god how weary!

profit spittin fire

turnin & turnin

spiralin spiroll

mistake!