"misscatholickmoss"
"makecouchroom"
gogol "make dem scarecrow jokers kept around hometown
mars migrated here to earth."

here, to earth.
sex magick rituals too gether.
nasty rocket snow
fuck you.
getaway.
"harddrives"
hall of records underneath the pyramids"
people who won't let you sleep in their bed"squares talking"
asked you, that you wouldn't do thathorrified
"my character doesn't talk to ppl"
"that's just a needle! i use it to scrape weed with man!"

satanic book club

things like the desired voice of a woman changes over time. so you watch an old film and it seems like all the women sound like little boys or something, or you're watching some silent with vaseline over the glass, women with giant shoulder pads and roman noses or high pitched child-like squeak voices. but you can't make sense of it at first, for many years. maybe sometimes you feel like you are always staring at women, disney princes with pinched rubbery wrists...

goosebumps leads children to satanism. this is something that a shitload of people believe: there's this evil spirit, the spirit is actually evil incarnate, evil personified...and he can manifest in thousands of homes at once or sends a demon and whispers in your ear, put this genital in your mouth, add these chemicals to your body, alter your thoughts...and if he can get you to stop believing in the Controller he will torture you forever just for kicks...

children, you are in danger if you read books about magic. because if you think and learn about magick, you will start using it, and then you will become a slave of satan.

oh, humans. crazy fucks.

Chicago Loves You

Chicago loves you like that pigeon embryo squashed on the sidewalk below your backalley balcony,
smellin sharp of fireworks, chocolate, and sewage grates when she tosses back an old style in the pink
morning as she loads up the meat on the truck, spray-paint scrawled brickface shinin with dirt and smoke,
rollin up butts stolen from hotel ashtrays, ringin her helado bells and honkin 'er horn at the mad basstid cabs
whizzin thru her veins, the rumble trucks, the scattered shots pluggin up her arteries, brainsplatter valentine
sign cross the bootlegger's flowershop, chicago loves you deep in her bones risin up from swamp all those ghosts chasin down wacker basement, counting seven stars at night on the roof bathin in the stadium lights glow, arms all bronzed from streetlights, flashcars slowin at the hooded kids, searchin shoes and paintin on bruises, chicago cares for you like the plowtrucks kickin backa sheeta ice, loads you up like a hotdog with all the works and beer here! mumblin as she pushes her cancart cross cement slabs, shittin down backwards greenrive speedin your bloodstream chatterin yr glassteeth stretchin that sidewalk squaring down to neon aztec warriors crumblin under the overpass, gobblin ribs down in the rusty grassgrown ford down by the train tracks backbone crackin to the blues.

fast ones (SOC freewrites no edit) for carl

KIDS! CAN YOU COUNT HOW MANY REFERENCES TO MASTURBATION ARE MADE?

Masochistic Robots
misalign spine
they are sending me secret messages
plugged in properly
the input output valves recess
the march of hats,
the matter hatted.
heated, hated-
bitch coup, government grant, gooble gobble.
this is my teeth rotting out,
the meat rotting inside out,
the blood plug
taste in mouth.
your parts are not compatible,
battle-bot,
view to the future,
diggin in the dump for messy needle,
mouth fills with dirt.
negotiate fingers scratch harddrive with all the holes
beating back the peelskin fings.
up out of the shoebox
happy blackmilk.
those responsible will be
lined up at the flashcar
searchshoes
wired me veinlaced
unpaste eyes, lifted and gutted
cardboard walkers, immense
no access upgrade puzz
broken face moonwalker lyin in state
incubation chamber,
schoolgirl young O level up
a photograph of a horse
these guys are out here all the time
bodies illegal, cement square
away the steady explosions

i cannot see. my brain wheezing in and out on sleepers. i am a ballooon the walls caving. i am clawing and in trouble. i am troubled and untroubled. i am bounce bounce walls oozing i am tea on the stove i am walk down green sidewalk to sway my hed in and out a door there are tough characters in the guttered debriz the cracked c grass the hard cement wandering. a penny here or there will make up yr good fortune. today i saw another rabbit & tried to hide. lets have sum music!
fruit flies have a right to steal. i steal. no bread crumbs. crumb here hear her. new city second city whatta pity. the dark is out bring on a light. shadow s city. a mared man, a markered woman, a child unkempt. woozy. my hed.
hung over. frm pillz. a carnival constir tells anothe rsanticmonious story. a theft of a safe is unsafe for thieves. erroneous. the queen on a train will cut a head of cabbage. a dog will slobber all over the fingerprints. this is ridiculous. my mustache is falling off. i must be mad. ive always been mad. what is else is there to be? a shot dark . a cannon fodder millionare. buttering bred to for digging dissaster.
nevermind the money. keep it safe against the the grain. i spent it. i spent yr dollars and sensibly enough i cughed a rattlesnake up. i will meet for brandy at yhe poin posin apple. i m will carry a shard of shot in my hand. i will cloaked and daggered and ready eat yr flesh quick. my stmoach thirsts for nicotina. it is only three days. suge sugarpie ded desanto sure a n can shimmy shake. a dull dake days make up. offhandedidlee we dig dig dig homes in the durt. to die of sufocat. ashthma and the spins SPIN! sunshine daydream d rain dream every dream winding in the greens. i wonder ever streets in dreams that shift a gun.water cure. run run run run run run rujn run sink siiiinking SUN!!! racing racing racing a up behind- all melting under my little bic my little clit my big dick clit. sb shiny shoses for job interviews this is a black tie even in the DESSERY! we believe in the father we belive in the sun we eat vinegar gimlits on clouds and laugh we wander beverly hyde park & logan square and litl italy like fantastci ghosts that sit beside us and kill main maim rai rape and laugh largely at us. we pin their r wrists to the wall.
bones are resting in fire. there is gold buried some wher wares. on my knees. lost keys. yes, he haas my keys. i gave them to hom h him hum he said. i lost the race. my min d melted badly.
milton bradley. LETS PLAY RISK! i meant to say meat. i meant to un wravel here hear her hed and suck suck suck. lets dua duel. its time to die.
[imeanttosaymeetmeatthecrossbowmtswithalongknifeandeatdust]
()()()0101011010111010101010!!!
i keep my soul in a tin hail satin satan memories of which i am r tryin trying not to drwon DROWN down down in water my lungs are hoping i will give and experience what it is to be a fish with k gills a merman swmiing swmm swimming stoutly in stout and gulping down p flames! no $$$ hunny nooo munny to sweeten the seat pot.
a jellyw jellyfish ballroom. jelly jelly jelly jelly guitar man blue and bent his shoulder shirt that scrap of cloth for human dignicty dignity dig dig is very undignificant bc we are all NAKIDD NAKIIID kidsz kidz we are all nakid and our breasts should not be fear our penis and lips our eyes ears toes ankles thighs moistened cunts are not scary our hair. we are just human human sad human humanely creatures.
a bank note a toa tote jewles dima dimaonds from sierra leone made of severed hands turn to severed fingers
the rich t the rich drame draped in skulls.
draped rich in RICH! in skulls and broken ginfers
i s wear skin.
skin shoes! l deep in mines a man i s thinking
children sore belly kids digs ,
party woman anticipating dimaonds. she will be the toast of the d town
til a man kc clumbis climbs her window
he w ill get time jail
anf o forever
the severed hans hanz.
an airpla explodes! mid air who cares us air will fund the revolution
we will kill all the - not my favorites.

Groundhog

how many years til apocalypse no more?
threading veins wrist to wrist.
some of us have jobs to go to.
stale ashmouth crave,
breathing shallow.
city swimming in meat yards
gulls circle hysterically
i will devil my finger off for a chance to
bare ourselves on the el tracks

shifting face bleeding fingers
ground meat will jump up
from its plastic-styrofoam floatation device
and screech at your like a headless chicken
mannequin man tell you stop
touch touch touching me
with your bloody meat hanz
like mirror mouths.
i have to urinate all over the place

the nervous is creeping in
and i cant do anything but drink deep, breath deep
foam at the mouth...
no more jokes to the midget king of crime,
strapped to pillars...

not to be unpolite, but i think my vagina is leaking.
eye sensor.
more static on screen.
drink drains me dry.
meant to be meat.
wonder how peephole did things before magick?
happy junkyard wizard
angry penis.

break self in half for good of nation.
win a medal. made of metal.
special flying machine.
speak easy.

i have a lurking suspicion god is judging me,
the neighbors are govt agents who are watching me,
my best friend wants to rape me,
i am splitting atoms in stupid brokin mirror hanz.

gin and coffee,
like the pourous man on the freeway
flashing his guts to the schoolbus.
i am cementing my head.
pour out all the bloodening time.
blood rush thru veins as time is fluid and impassible, as time stops, as each moment by moment dies together, the little big death all by my onesys on my bed finger to clit all alone. anxious to prove my bones are made of metal...
i leave leavened bred out for the gulls
who clamp beaks to flesh on the silent surface of ocean
and swimming is my paint walla on the surface
of the window
with the single unclasped bulb bull
before the door before the cracks
in the surface in my skin folds appear here....
i am so stuttering stupid...

basement tapes or taint did razorfing
rotmeateeth bellyup hardcookd with manic toaster ovens
intervention for cardboard consumption fever at daybreak
sometime the mechanical wavelinks mcunderscore the darklight patterns
and i slice stomach each moonsliver to commend the angry stonetaunt
stupid eyesown molestart mcflip tits grill stomfat it's deathmarch the prison is just down the block and the cops are always stoppin the kids so you citzen sidewalk swirve hedbend to dragonoilstopkerosinestopfucktardstop light it up lit mas mass dependency coordinates the fuckrat cateater a sandfog women in suits miscreant misprint and something happened...cut out tongue, feed to birds. illegal language. illegal wordsound illegal bodyshow illegal bodyinhabiting space. so how long now? renactment change, mrshowsteal. police action run away. wash at home. no really body is offensive. please remmove frm sidewlk. suckblood wetthighs sticksweat too deep now. a tight line surface a mirror skin body please remove body from the sidewalk a shiny medallion for he who sheds his blood with me this day shall be my brother but be not like the hypocrits proclaiming hell with megaphones how can ya go to heaven if ya eat potatoe chips on friday how can ya go to heaven if you masturbate with tomatoes how can ya go to heaven if yr uncle's name is flo how can ya go to heaven if you spit on the sidewalk how can ya go to heaven if you wear an earring in your left ear how can ya go to heaven if you have matching glow in the dark genitals how can ya go to heaven if the suitcases match too how can ya go to heaven if you get drunk and forget the keys how can ya go to heaven if you be listenin to that hiphop how can ya go to heaven if you attatch your tongue to the roof have can you go to heaven if you missin a tooth how can ya go to heave nif you eat potatoes how can ya go to heaven if you break the chair jerkin off how can ya go to heaven if you smoke cigarettes how can ya go to heaven if you butter yr bred with yr left hand how can ya go to heaven if you forget salt shoulder soldier shoulder the highway joints how can ya go to heaven if you eat white bread on thursdays how can ya go to heaven if ya connect electrick chords to yr foreskin how can ya go to heaven if you mix mayonaise with mustard how can ya go to heaven if you set off fireworks how can ya go to heaven if you dont wash yourself with a loofa every friday morning how can ya go to heaven if you are the third child of a redhead how can ya go to heaven if your index finger is longer than the middle how can ya go to heaven if you make friends with the shower spider how can ya go to heaven if you go fishing instead of goin to church on a sunday aint it a shame how can ya go to heaven if ya break yr eardrums open on the devils music.

when the saints go marchin in

we should be tripping,
we should be running our fingers thru paint

or blood, i'll untie my mouth, silence my fingers, we should escape, whatever happened to the revolution?  unbutton eyes, the aching lung, where is the pizza?  the stomach pain always, draggin rocks in stomach and cop eyed the jameson on the el train, back seat, & smiled.  that was tite, who are you? paper airplame ribs & slack jaw

i am

hiding.

careful about that thing, robot, encrypted, give me the number, the socialyl secure, Burger King Bank Trust McDubble Shit Mourning, funhome, i hate this fucking-  but the music, spinning thru the air is enough, the smella green cooking, the pizza is coming and the whiskey is hittin my stomach fierce and hard, im fucked up drunk, everybodys drinkin good right now

*

everybody's doin pretty good right now. stone broke and fucked. more money and drinkin it right up. outta job and havin a ball. workin all the time, no money. heartbroken, stupid in love, joyful hermitage, the brotherhood, takin cara shit, fuckin shit up, the dog eats rat poison or the baby stops breathin or you fall offa railin and break yr face. the city is creeping under our feet.  take care of these poor robots. take care of these pour souls.  we should be tripping right now. the steel trains, all the time, are they made outta plastic? i am melting plastic, i am caustic spastic, what were we just playin? do you remember that at all? my mouth, silence, fingers, i am a fucking liar, you are a fucking liar, we are fucking liars so just shoot me in the fucking mouth please. there are all these humans crowded together and you forget hundreds of faces a day. there are hundreds of faces a day you forget, a sea of surging plastick.  paper dollars change hands. and the body machine breaks down. everybody will leave you and the saints go marchin on in.   im doin good right now. im doin real good.

"come pick me up. i might be dead. im in a car, come get me"

we should be tripping...

the sun was halfway up and he was choking on drool and hair in the bathroom the cops woke me up the dude had said he had found the guys who shot up his house just before he came and dropped of the shit why did - fuck is goin on here? what happened back there? what is this shit?

reevaluate. step back. i been playin a lotta music, yea. have you listened?---like a panic, like i needta get outta this room. tight dude. so many things goin on that day, drag bar whatsitcalleda bachelorette party readin a poem and shit- where is the pizza? i am fat girl in mirror, my tits are so fucking huge its ridiculous. who is this? what is going on? stop saying those things! but when i look in the mirror, i say, fuck you, im goddamm fuckin beautiful too, i am stupid brilliant human, not robot, and fuck it fuck it fuck it and to hell with it and my body is dying anyway. knees bad frm kneelin backsore frm sleepin on floor? am i real? the cellualr attachment. too much like addictive. stop counting everything.

*

masturbated in the shower at church camp calling from the future its new years

i cant hear what you're saying, im hearing a wailing guitar!

one nite at joe's

 slop fish
WERK WERK WERK
violet is the first color your aged eye loses
he's got the microphone jones
pay the ransom!

it's a reasonable conclusion to make

i could crawl in between his legs
if you could get away with that
there's a bag there
they don't see me, i'm invisible!
you love aliens
stop thinking everyone hates you, that's just paranoid and stupid
my uncle followed the dead for a year
my uncle's frm canada, ones jailed, the other one's dead.
if two or three people help me collect dandelions, we could get drunk

are you just taking everything out of the sky?

i woke up with a bad charlie horse, what a stupid name for the painful clench of muscle,
i have dumb bad pain in my chest when i think about the evidence-
no no, dont tell them that!

chicago is discomforting...
i need a changin up the rotation.

I SAY IT TO BE SO

he's fuckin up the rotation GODDAMM this is good weed!

it's okay, no one is listening,

listing, flopping
when he turns into a pumpkin, we'll carve him
sush, calm down
is the blue island on the bus tracker? fuckin hard!
any whiskey except ol grandad, it tastes like fire, its hundred proof, and its got an orange lable!

will we kill a fifth if i get a fifth?
look at us!

i rid a skateboard & broke my leg

the axel is moving something with surface area slick bearings end of the flat surface you hafta push&push

just as much force into the ground

impressive movie in my hed of wheels & axis demonstrations
in my mind i wanna kill tony hawk hadta stop what i say i wanna kill the president on the bus scared to death least it wasnt on a fucking airplane this guy on the bus was talkin about ethnic cleansin tonite gettin real angry bla bla bla ethnic cleansin describing he was laughin everyone left the bus while he was hackin him up held the hed up from the bus laughing the mounty just sittin there he ate his eyeball after eating the head the neck after condemed to death he ate the other eyeball threw out the hearts of hired so many contractor with his torture chamber kept as a landmark three years after it was built someone who was real mad about the murders burnt it down incinerator put in 25 to 150 he was a huge liar sooo guilty a fairytale proved innocent
wrote a book, how i did it
make sure you tie the knot rite

*

the beaver are all trapped out, it usta be a mormon colony, lost on country roads creeps me out

dad, i just saw a UFO!

the comet and then those people killed themselves im too desperate to be smart enuff to be desperate that is so kashed dont hit that i wish i had spinach

they had a policy that anyone could record their shit for noncommercial reasons

dude, i fell asleep on yr floor...

want one for jerry?
two things! going on at once!
yr friends made it back to detroit safely?
its a damm shame, i been goin to the parade all my fuckin life and they're shuttin it down, too many fights, too many arrests, they arrest who they wanna arrest, there's some other reason, whatthefuckever i'm still goin south for paddy's we'll thinka somethin elsta do i wanna see my homeboys i don't get out to a lot of fests cuz i dont like bluegrass rothberrys gonna be sweet tho i put a filter on my mailbox
i forgot that the internet existed
throw it across the room!
friendly lion, the wild turkey, the computadora in the way the room is going counter clockwise pass me the bottle or ill attack spain any piece of the mainland japan testing the missle that has the ability to go that distance if they shoot down their test rocket grapefruit watermelon physical loads everyone waiting to jump on north korea's shit
is this wars forever?

wars forever

can i give you a book? if yr on dex poetry is fuckin sweet yea but its so hardta- we're goin to jerry springer id love to take an ambien nah i dont wanna sleep

in sum mins ill fill the rest i gotta skeedaddle

just knot now dose dependant response curve that exists experience stargates a divine figure smoke weed evry day observational scale of brilliance oh my god dude im disappointd in him what did you expect he is the new face of the new world order cuz he's black sickest flash video ever wanna have a cigarette? just smoke it yo i sell floor space pay attention use yr guts go!

*

silence

he sat on the glass, a perfect ending

i wanna be called giraffe!
my power animal is a dragon the crow indifferent lizard sometimes im an anteater a lizard cat a squid from the sea my spirit fruit is a kumquatt the earthstone the blood orange didnt think anyone was listenin

nostalgic, this way

tower to where

the oem ghost paces the bridge-

see all the mirrors
my hands move funny

i am having trouble breathing through this McDouble meat what chemicals for now, thru blood? i meant to say, i'm sorry aint i the ultimate douchebag? fear you fear me

all this time in rooms, counting bricks, a silver dollar kicks thru my throat & melting, ice bows caddilac heart attack

i time by sidewalk squares

melt me

this happy friday, is sunny, this is not the ghetto, moving away from you, in circles, insulin shots, dumnumb on neuroleptics, stargazer, i miss the shit outta you and i'm dumbtounge, numtug im going to take my skin off now

tear my skin off now

shake it off, in the basement where they plunged me

plug me

fulla water, the ice breakin, china face,

breathe breathe breathe

so many things i wanted to get close to you, skintoskin, instead i am stuck here with

all the things i can't say

like my whirring mind, don't do this now, my whizzing turning spinning mind, drink the drink deep the electronic messages from space messiah and hidden in the fear like a circle dug in mud where interference buzzes around

the well

eat to keep stomach from cavin, it feels like i just kicked the

random annual dose,

wedding, welding, misspent saliva with gaping thieves come for us at nite. i meant to say the meat was good, was okay, a little burnt, a little undercooked,

i like it bloody and raw.

i just cant keep staring at walls and i fear tremble me gaping out to the big hole in me, the squishy itch, widenin spyrolling mess, i dream sleep close naked with mother and other people's children crawl around and look for sharp pieces of metal to place in their mouths and the slop messes over me its okay its just touching, its just body, its just a dream but some things aint rite i am trying to move closer to you am i but the slop mess is screaming my hair is on fire and i am slowly

trying

to put it out.

Joker: Intake Interview (excerpt)

D: What is your earliest childhood memory?
J: i remember...just being surrounded in darkness, just, trying to get out, pushing, screaming, inching towards the light, and this hand just...pushing me back, pushing me back into the darkness...these long, crooked, green nails, scratching at me..jabbing at my face, in my eyes, scratching up my mouth...so i reached for the fingers, grabbed it, it was hard, i remember, i had poor coordination and it was dark, but i managed to grab one of the fingers and i...i put it in my mouth and i...i bit that finger clean off, chewed it up, spit it out, crawled out into the light, and then...i just started laughing!

D: do you have any very positive early childhood memories?
J: Oh, you know, just yr typical idyllic Gotham childhood...I remember playing in the boneyards, hustling on the corner for bread, getting dizzy off the fumes in the river, where we usta fish. I had a rat farm, collected teeth from neighborhood children and sold them at a discount, mixed gin in the basement, I remember one year my daddy gave me a slingshot for Christmas and i shot my sister fulla holes as a demonstration, but I think my fondest memory is when I killed my first rat. i remember i had just begun to crawl...and the damn thing was near as long as i was, this big, hairy, whiskery, bitey rat- and i just- choked the life out of him. good times.

D: how was school like for you?
J: i got straight As. when i attended class, i mostly studied the teacher. i hated school. all that paper work. it's like a moron factory. an assembly line for traffic cones. and everybody in there believes in it so hard. paper dollars, dullards, bricks in a wall. or else they're imprisoned. i didn't go for very long. i got a job at the local corner store to help my mama buy groceries. then my sister had the cholera and i had to help ma mind the iron lung. we ate stale bred dipped in curdled milk. that's when i started stealing.

D: so you never finished school?
J: I pursued independent studies. chemistry, military history, the theatre- i have a PHD in french tapestries or something...my memory of those years is a bit...fuzzy...ever since the narcoleptics...

D: any medical concerns?
J: wouldn't know. don't have insurance.

D: have you ever been unconcious?
J: seemingly...

D: what do you do for fun?
J: everything. everything i do is for fun. especially, you know, the homicide.

urban dictionary poem

type the answers to the following questions into urban dictionary.
choose one of the definitions.
each definition becomes a line of the poem.
add your own question.
your name - a friend's name - birth place - the last thing you ate - what should you be doing? - what are you wearing on yr feet? - what color (primarily) is yr shirt? - what kind of music were you most recently listening to? -last person you talked to - birth month - main way you get across town - one thing you wish you could buy - one thing you're glad you have - your nickname

fear of bananas
another way of saying goodbye
best damn city in the world
a small bitman image
discreet hows yr father
slink weasel
the absence of light, must be a thief-
borrowed from work spirituals, only needs a single voice,
the milkman's assistant
opal birthstone, a cheaper rose
elevated mass transit
To designate a target to employ a homing weapon against
temporary alliances in pursuit of mutual goals
hostile kids

7 minutes

now six-
keep shivin me
when i least expect it
& ill gather sweat
on my tongue-
better to be a fool...

caught in throat

its hard to find you, myself, in the silence,
along the tracks, the black and white, frames per minute
i believe everything you are saying when you say nothing
chasing spaces between words, it's natural, sunray hittin sidewalk square warm sand,
caught on the turn of a pigeon wing, torn off tossed in alley with used rubber & rattail is goddamm fucking beautiful,
we count bricks together, mark the walls, stand nakkid in windows you can look out of, bow to the south at sunset-
when it's been too long you find my mouth, we knaw eachother greedily,
guts spillin out across the blanket-
tremble me,
someday soon these bricks will fall down on us
there are many things to talk about,
in so much silence-
you move with me, chemical electric upbelly,
backstairs painted door liquid fingers singing,
your eyes holding mine or staring out the cab window,
an animal sound ray moans us blurred furious joy
you don't have to say,
i'm not saying-
a shadow across the room,
the glimmer of light caught in the horn as it rises
from the candle low, the heat lamps over the stage
i smell like a hobo and look like a madd bomber
you don't seem to mind, we are dirty, pickin resin off the floor
and laughing into our morning beers
it is still summer outside with windows shut tight
glowing aztec warriors shouting from crumblin brick
and you stand on the roof against the sun
and raise your arms over yr head
and nobody says a goddamm thing-
we let the sky speak.

*

bad memories - here now

to Carl:

bad memories invade
shadow swarm trancd
in hos pit bll
alone on floor
wood wigg me in...

HERE NOW
we collide mid sky
rough spaceship edges hit ribs scrapin sky in
sidewalk cracks
warm whiskey
leak typewriter keys
yr slurrlaff hittin
shiv my gut.

to Joe:

bad memories top me
back to splintersplit floor
small me & choke me
grinshadowide
i fight
bodyful
reach summerlit
grind saltbones
to bloodmouth.

HERE NOW sunburns hands
dirt moist in bare
pours above sidewalks
streetlite warmd to glass
stumble you float me

to Jess:


Bad Memories lock torn down door
push back
brainfolds lectrick forklick
pull air in hard take
off skin & stand in free way
push harder
thru rustveins

.here now knees glint sidewalk shards
& we are laughing in the shadows
of stond giants pissin in the cracks
cuz this city is ours
outlaw pussies!

to Stephen:


bad memories smoke thru bone hollows flash eye lectric handbone facebone body shrunk back small pushing full body back crush soft stone chest cavaty

HERE NOW bang glass fish to train teleport summ voice wind lines basslake backporch whiskey beach yards cut grass machines transmit breath for us.

*

graffitti i dig

feeble me

a nervous ghost
followed everywhere
you tear my skin, brick by brick
the dog will not stop barking at me
im no mario champion
i know how to fill my lungs
i pace the room,
the drying bottles
i think about money,
i think about mistakes
two bottles cheap whiskey
and ancient cartoons
carved stone walls
halfface fistfite
"we're not making this up just so we can take over the world"
i'm dirty pants, stain a stranger
deep draughts in rumbling wagons
a grin for a green apple tossed in lap
o happy cementface
you lift me
i carry the case
in the summer, for the free, for the caught,
and drink drink drink
on the roof, in the howl, the good square in the morning
paintfingers, the itch,
back against
the floorboards.
knownothing, quiet me.
i'm just floating here so you can't catch me.
you don't know
i'll pretend to be empty
so smug
with your shadow keeper
you mock my armour
but i am weak within it
i am dirty, broken lung, bad teeth & proud
but don't you know when i lie
the fox is chewing my gut.

no lektrik savior

withoutwithin no lektrik save yr sheets bloodtounguedumb to hang care o ghosts sidewalk swallow mee slaughterd stormribbones squareburn broke daze drunk to lyin low forget the song roaches crawl over me in sleep i wake cussin to beer mournin summer, lyin lone. we coulda been brothers but i gotta gamblin problem.

collab phone poem featuring stephen dvorak

a limbless boy speeds past me to the train-
dead flesh heavy in my stomache-
rain blacks the street-

in the naked light, you are there
like a dog wating for butter under the table
loud licking chops
dashing at my knees, keys-

We were what we said,
what we saw in the movies
our hands graceless
iced & wooden
my hand disappears
just beyond the lightpost

broken glass at my feet
the scuff & scrape of a shoe
rotten cherries stuck in the ridges, following-
im going out for water
these walls are tomb dry
these walls make a violent sound
milk bleeds out of them

*

CTA

Blue Line SE Harlem - Logan late evening
rucksack slung with snow shoes
as big as the tanglehaired boy behind it
reachin dirty fingers into seedbag
silent deep in his face don't hear me
but laughs silent & big when an apple
is tossed in his lap as the door opens.

Red Line S Loop-95th early evening
her mother, small brother sleep
as the girl tears silently
& watches me eat mcdonalds
that sticks in my throat.

Blue Line NW Loop-Logan late nite
the blood is flowing from his cut hand
i fumble drunkenly over spanish, doctora, medicina, comprende?
as i bind it with my green kerchief.

#82 N Homan-Wrightwood late evening
praying mantis perched on shoulder, the worn man asks the kid
if he wants it, "no? sure? okay- be good!"

Blue Line NW Loop - Logan late nite
he's picking his feet, his woman passed out beside him,
he says "what? my feet are messed up?"
"hey man, if your feet are messed up your feet are messed up, what you gonna do?"
"they got....cracked and....pus....all scabbed over....just got out of prison....since i was 15...killed the man who killed my father. I mean, what I'm gonna do, go to the cops...grew up on the west side..."
"shit man, can't judge, if someone killed my dad-"
"you a damn drunk!...yes you are, drinkin on public transit, you a drunk..."
across from me, i hear the man in the batman skullcap rattle his string of NA keychains...
"...see, that's what I'm sayin, people ridin the train, no one ever talks to each other, it's like..."
"well, here's my stop-"
"alrite, you have a nice one, & don't drink too much!"
"I wont...I mean, I probably will, but you know..."

futurespeak?

he bends his burlap back

whispering into the tarmac crack

grow, grow

"i hear there is still power north of here"

"trade generator, need generator, power, get power, yo quiere generator, power power, light, comprende? understand?"

"you speak?"

"small

"any trade?"

"trade seed"

"what seed?"

"baccy, maters, flower, green happy weed, taters, onion, ummm orange food, many foods, you english speak only, espanol any? francais?"

"english small, espanol pequenito?, i take food seed only, easy care, wat trade?"

"tu tienes? what have?"

"tools. must travel, short travel, walk small, comprende?"

"no comprende tools"

umm.. build, make things, make house, fix house, hammer, nails, saw, shovel-"

"shovel good?"

"good shovel, small for hand, large, I need keep one, trade for seed, how many?

"one big, like this, for small shovel"

"this no big, make more big, like this, then okay small shovel"

okay I make like this, okay?"

"no, no, bigger, you see. be good, I have knife."

"you no need, I go, peace, we trade."

long walk

beneath abandoned ferris wheel

teeth rotten, plier-pulled

an ancient gathering place,

battle ground

the paint is peeling

a solitary eye

painted on concrete

passed by many seeking food, not paint,

a steady pulse

myths choked out by vines twistin

the concrete cracking...

tree daze resinlungs

a resin ball the size of yr hed
use this to wash this down yr throats,
them, we, far away us, in another time
frame by frame
unpeel my eyes
it is dark here, three daze
slowly reachin fer my gun
a stolen cowbody, piece by piece
it is noon,
it is 7am,
it is sunday, see the priest collar, was that todaze?
the grocery store has giant cactus leaves, swarming cans, ugleefish,
a message from japan-
my hed a wad of grease
the ghost has entered
we are falling down here
there is onlee so long aloan in da win d no men mannequins floorboards surge-
somewhere in the tv fuzz there is a war on, forget who one, sum won-
red floors, resinlungfish
noroof, quiet winter winner, a big crack, a cockroach crawls up my sleeping pussy, i dream a lot of things and forget them,
they were very important, i am floating in my hed too, we are standing in the mirror on the mountain against the lake in the
doorframe, the flowers are red and far away-
i pull it out of the glass,
roll it in my fingers,
set it on fire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0kEBrzS6LU
http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/chapter13.html

Joker

you think I'm crazy-
have you gotten a load of Gotham lately?
if you ask me, all this
Law and Order jazz
is positively-
batty!
Ha HA!

let me tell you something-
one roller coaster ride
will make the best man mad
i'll show ya- anyone can lose it
it's so easy, just a little push
off a high roof
with no bathooks to save you
and you're teetering wildly down the spiral
whoospys-

aw don't take it so hard
why bother with reality?
it's so much more fun to create your own universe!

if I must have a past,
I prefer multiple choice-
maybe a bullet hood painting the world red
a chemical spill
a painted grin
tainted lipstick smear
stitchmouth-

the grin carved on my face
by a pack of roving gypsys
NO! my daddy cut it in a fit of rage
NO! i carved it myself
maybe there are no scars at all-
maybe I just have a positive, healthy outlook on life!

my bad daddy,
my lost wife,
my childhood boneyard-
can't you see it's all one big joke?

i been dead once or twice-
hell, I'm dying all the time!
shot, crushed, dropped off cliffs, exploded
I always rise from the ashes, shake out the bullets,
apply a fresh coat of paint

don't know how many i've killed
it's not personal
i don't keep count
but it's nice to know you are!

why do i do it?
why,
I do it
because it's fun!

you know, the simple pleasures-
a flash toy, a joyknife, a smilegas!
the twist of the blade that makes their eyes roll-
i love the feel of chemicals corroding my bone white fingertips,
the smell of burning flesh-

I'm a whiz at putting gadgets together
wonderful toys, long guns that go BANG!, a bomb-in-the-box, poison balloons,
copyrighted smiley fish, the Jokermobile, snap gas fingers, exploding birthday cakes,
funhouse mirrors, the classic pie-in-the-face
ten gallon drums of gasoline, sticks of dynamite,
and my very own trademark Smilex Gas!
wrap it up with a bow,
my present to the citzens of Gotham!

it's not about the money-
everything burns!
it's my side of the spiral,
it all burns, everything burns,
and when the chips are down,
those dogs will eat each other.
did they think they were gonna live forever?
at least they can go out with a smile on their faces!

Oh-
make em laugh!
make em laugh!
it's a gas!
it's a blast!
it's a bat-

old batty?
yeesh, don't get me started on that nit-
the truth is is, I don't know what I'd do without him-
I love the way he throws me up against a wall
ooh, gets me all tingly-
and you know, he's the only one who really gets my jokes.
I just wish he wouldn't always go spoiling my fun!

he really should just kill me, you know,
but he can't!
it's so precious-
I think he really cares!

you think I mind my little stints in Arkham?
they love me here!
it gives me a chance to relax,
meet some new people,
plan a new scheme-
but I gotta say, I hate these drab uniforms,
say, couldn't we get some color in here? maybe a nice purple?
could I at least get a little lipstick?
Beauty like mine shouldnt be kept under glass-
my albino skin glows under florescent bulbs
I shake white gloved fingers down thru green tangles
a beautiful mess
draped in purple velvet
and strapped with colorful bombs-

it's all a big joke
and i am always smiling
and why shouldn't i?

i have so many wonderful friends
in so many wonderful, tiny little pieces
in so many high places!
i don't know what it is-
they're just drawn to me
it must be my sparkling personality

they'll do anything i tell them to
because they know

I rule this city

I am the Lord of Chaos
the Clown Prince of Theives
arsonist, anarchist, toppin the Most Wanted List
a homicidal artist, Gotham's finest!
see, I shake up people's boring little lives-
it's a blast!
I always leave em with a grin
I love to hear them scream
almost as much as I love to hear myself laugh.
HA HA ha HA
ha Ha HA hA HA
Ha HA HA HA