milk on my face
wipe it off
swatting the flies
away

it's been so long since
i last opened my eyes
that i haven't noticed the
darkness leave.
now it is so bright that
i just want to close them
again

my, my, america

I'd fuck a rainbow
if it were
possible

rested

gee,he looks sleepy
maybe he should take a nap.

stranded in the savannaha

i've been led astray by the illusion of a white dove
it's sweet songs brought me to the harsh emptiness of
this unforgiving desert.
my throat parched and lost in this endless horizon,
i have no sense of direction.
the bird has flown away and out of sight, but i can still hear its
soft chirps.
i hate it out of convience.

dead!

my hands died yesterday.
this uncooridinated
extention of my brain.
my heart followed shortly after.
then all else became limp.
i felt nothing.
nothingness awakened one dead eye.
the one resurrected the other.
two seemed to be such a perfect number
and the tears overwhelmed.

(I) is my swingset

hello, my name is so and so./hello, fuck you./
the rain makes me feel it./hello, fuck you./
the ocean is my body./hello, fuck you./
an immense expanse, the eternity of the ocean
hurting my thyroids./yeah, well, fuck you./
my deep surfaces erodo all new ideas./fuck you!/
i was never such a bastard./FUCK YOU!/
don't even look at me./blah, blah./
(I) is my swingset./shut up dickless./
(I) is such a weak word./man, i am hungery, want to get something to eat./

burritos

she told me that while she was home she made out with
a little kid and probably would have fucked him if
she wasn't on her period.
but she brought me home some burritos and i was hungery
so everything was forgiven.

hurt

i hurt myself today
and with time this pain will fade
but with all wounds there is the possibilty
that it may scar.
i scar easily.
so i went out and bought a new used suit
to cover this impending canvas.
the suit is uncomfortable and makes me sweat.
though it is better than showing the reminsence
of this hurt.

my worried hand against my temple

and was it i whom started this streak of doubt.
this overwhelming uncertainty that i would have to force a smile again, alone.
becoming short sighted that any possibilty of happiness could be obtained.
fearing that there would never be anybody besides me, to gently lean against.
and if i ever knew this this far off feeling, i know that it would leave.
everything dies.
and i would be alone again, but far worse off.
knowing what has been had.

the other day i was drinking a nice cold glass of water
when an ice cube became lodged in my throat.
patient, i tried desperately waiting for the cube to melt
then i became dizzy and everything started to turn black
this blackness was soothing and the desperation disappeared
into this colorless abyss, comfortable as all anxiety seemed to lift
it felt as i was floating.
then gravity took hold and i plummetted, i could feel all those familiar unwanted
feelings of life come crashing back, the darkness lifted
i awoke beautiful woman giving me mouth to mouth
with out hesitation i punched her in the nose and she went flying.
"why the fuck did you do that, that was the first peaceful moment i've had in a long time!"
i screamed.

come on in

there's a sign on the door that
say's,"come on in". but i still feel
unwelcome
it went to a house, but i called
it a "palace"
i was confused and did not know
why
it was the door and it did
scare me
so i decided to walk away.

well made beds

in this room there is a well made bed
put warm dry socks on cold moist feet
lay down waiting for sleep
swallow sorrow as you find comfort in the
familiar sound on the fan.

it is hard to smile,
when you have a
shot gun in your
mouth

boring men killing time killing daisies

she loves me
she loves me not
their sad amputee peddles descend to the
earth beneath
in a grand assumption of life
our large fingers squeezing it's life's last
seed onto these great palms
and with a great gust
life seems so much simpler

jealousy of the blind

some people say life is too short
but maybe it is not short enough

nevada

somewhere in the deserts
of nevada
old people are falling from
the heavens
landing to the ground
breaking their hips
slowing traffic, senile and
wrinkled

the butterfly

outside, i saw a butterfly
drinking nectar
from a flower
i told it that i would follow it
no matter where it went today
then it fluttered and flew away
with me chasing shortly behind
"wee, this is fun,", i said slightly
skipping
higher and higher it flew until it
landed on a branch way up in a tree
"you won't get away from me.", i thought
so i climbed up the tree with branches
poking me in the eyes and
scraping my arms
finally i got to the branch the
butterfly was on
"i believe you've led me astray."
i stated.
then i lost my grip and fell
all the way to the ground
landing on my back
looking up i saw thw butterly
as it fluttered down, landing on my face
so i picked it up delicately and
said,"i know how you'll never get away
from me."
then i ate it
it took a long time
to chew
considering its
size

unaware

unaware, a mosquito bit
my eyeball.
realizing it, i blinked, entombing
it the blackness of my
eye socket
"take that, you little shit!"
i exclaimed to the
bloodsucking critter
then i opened my eye and it
was gone
forever.

blind

sit here next to me
and we look at the sun
until we go blind
then walk home past
hotdog stands that we smell

poo

coffee and cigerettes in the morning help exum
the night's indigestable thoughts
like mysterious corn
how long has these things been incubating

The Pony

I saw a pony once,
It shat before my eyes
During this transaction
we made eye contact
And it was I who looked away first

rainbows

when one knows no rain
they will know rainbows
no longer

I wish I were a Farmer

I wish I was a farmer...
to feel the warm soil in my hands
and the sheep in my loving embrace

Wait, I told you to much,
oh well,
You'll make good fertilizer
for next years crop.

Some say a true leader rules with an Iron Fist...well;

I FIST, therefore I am

beautiful bird
up in the sky
why can i still see you
when i close my eyes