There are some who say their
gods were created out of chaos.
My gods,
I make mine out of habit.

the hallway smelled of fruits
honeydew, or cantaloupe
there's bone dust on the table
last night i made love to
a beautiful girl
her bellybutton was pierced to
remind the world that she
was a rebel.
i crack open a can
of citrus flavored soda
taste the hallway
and count the corners of
the room
twelve

I escape into dreamworld

the smell of Decaf House-blend
reminds me of your ankles
too small for your feet
but
supporting your body none the less
your ankles
you never notice them
i do
almost five times a day

my hipposcampus works wonders
but only when conscious

if i bind your hands
to the shower curtain bar
and your feet
stapled to the floor
i could project film regarding the
sex lives of geese upon your
thin pale flesh
i would eat popcorn and
masturbate
i would douse your head with
kerosene

Suffering through nights of anxiety anti-
sleep leaves me tired and disoriented
during the day.
I'm following dance step instruction motions.
My mind probes corners.
My body strains with the pressures of exist(entialism)ing.

sandmannamdnas

Lethargic redundancies follow me
to sleep,
.............follow me
to almost sleep,
.............follow me
to never sleep.


A daydream misnomer.
I imagine:
..........debaucherous
..........mid-atlantic
..........flight
..........endeavors


I imagine:
..........curdled
..........memories of
..........once envisioned
..........wisdom


I percieve:
..........Slate black
..........commie
..........clouds
..........resilient

Severa(l)(ance) checks

[in(un)date] to [relocate(d)]
these cross
[whe(a)ther(ed)]
beams
they question my
sa-la-la-anity
yuo don't 
[(k)no(w)]
nothin'bout me
no
more


a cyst cut off
good [rid(dance)]
to
bad rubbish
rubfish
redfish
toasttryst


burning/seye/
/shgiht/
tries
[something loose(d)]
inside --->Mind[body]

Beat Space Rush

My Dog-track Mind Chases
Flash Bang Rabbit thoughts
Skyscraper dishes on
Crumpled Contemporary works
Futile Failed Flings with
Heart Swollen Fellows
Trashed Veins Pulse through
Projector eyes like silent Pictures
My awareness is Flash Frozen
Freeze Dried in place
I feel Heartbeat in my Ears
Hear Heartbeat in my Head Brain
Steady Deafening Rhythm
BeatSpaceRushBeatSpaceRush
Sickening Melody as Eyes
Burn Dry Grass as Water
Seep Seeps from Corners
Computers Sing nearfar
Floors Creak Lean like Elephants
Insides Sputter Reuse
Ingested Vacancy of
Special Hands Holding
Skeleton Hipbones
Stones Stuck in throat
Impossible, Swallow Sandpaper Swords
Vision Blurred See
Fireworks on the Highway
Black Chalk Marks Limbs
Write Conclusion
"You've got a long way to go"
Post Script:
"Fast Dash to the corner left
you withered and shaking"
Break Right,
Hope Velvet Curtains
Bombed out
The Place Is
Bombed Out
Face Misnomer in Faded Black Denim
Rotting Rotten Rat Teeth Smirk
Revealed in Three Sided Mirrors
Fucked Faulty Fingers Find
Detonator
Detonate
Dissapear