headshake after everything

(i'm over here in the bad boy corner)
my dog
my dog
MY DOG
MY DOG

(woop)

laid upon the pool
table

you didn't have to go
you don't have to go
don't go

you will be a master
of this life
if you stick and stay

I cry at my cubicle
my God

my God

I've been like this
since I was nine
or so

graphite syringes
(mechanical pencils)

Flood Brothers
move my heart
sediment collapse

the rush of sad
in my warm body

homeless poems (no home)
ageless poems (no age)

Exxon vapors

American life

Publix sigh

mom why
dad why
family help

no boy
you go girl

Duke Swirlie

tranquil logs

Smartie necklace

no experience needed

West Knoxville Sunrise Coffee Vapor Evaporated And Rained in Madagascar

pun pin pen peen
mean goy
rich and poor
for and against
ying and yang

magi yanger in the manger
skittle dots in the ditch

mod scooter, hot topic

so many decaying groovers

so much moron

such moronics

free creek

"this creek is free if you buy today"

4-3 zone
heart defense

tie-tack ear-ring
blaq tie event

"yeah and then ol' Marty
fired up his John boat
and chased the sunset.
I'm assuming he died.
Nobody talked to him
later on in life."

Meerschaum is Seafoam

Dark Turquoise(Dress Shirt and Matching Tie)
I'm looking in the mirror and what I see is
going to get the ladies this night

Cuban links
on Cuban links
tiny umbrellas in the drinks
tiny women puking drinks

I say this to myself:
I AM THE GREATEST
MY SWAG IS UPON ONE MILLION
MY JORDAN COLOGNE
IS STILL POTENT
I HATH
NO FEAR
IN THE FACE OF THE
VARIOUS AND SUNDRY
WOMEN,
MOST OF WHOM SHALL DENY ME THREE TIMES
BEFORE THE COCK CROWS

THE TIGERMART IS MY BITCH
NOBODY HAS EVER CRIED BEHIND THIS TIGERMART
BUT I WILL MAKE A HOE CRY THERE IN THIS NIGHT
FROM MY PASSING BODY IN TIME AND SPACE
AND THE WAFT OF MY JORDAN COLOGNE

IT WILL BE TOO COLOSSAL A SIGHT
THE MAGNUM SUN MIGHT FIT ONE MILLION EARTHS
AND PRO ATHLETES MIGHT BE MY AGE
BUT MY SWAGGER IS UPON
100 TRILLION
DUE TO THE FACT
THAT THERE ARE 100 TRILLION CELLS
IN MY MAGNIFICENT BODY
AND EACH CELL IS ZEN JIGGLING
"DON'T READ THIS LIKE SOME SORT OF LAST NOTE"

THENI pulled up to the scene with my ceiling missing holy GaWd
there's a bad one
she bad
my bad.I knew ya in da womba
(my "-as")
goon mode
lol
rite

okay mane
ya duh

wass
maximum domination

llama money

spiting at ewe

mane
mane
mane
mane
mane
mane
mane"and the mane was struck by his own
mortality behind the Tigermart and he cried"


"and the mane was underwhelmed"

Ho Chi Minh to Qui-Gon Jinn

from Ho Chi Minh
to Qui-Gon Jinn

Letting the good times roll
in the United States of America

is no easy task
for the weird (will prevail)

God touched the world
disruption, eruption, ruption
and we've wrestled with it ever since

how could you?
COME ON DUDE

dream log

This stadium is forward thinking

Swimming hectares of unthinking

The rollerblades and alcohol

Thousands of fists thru the wall

I luv so much I can't commit

My DSLs quiver and quip

I'm not so famous

Vanity hath struck

nonlethal force in pick-up truck

reuptake blocked is crucial, key

fiddling with drawerknobs

To check again

My berserker barrage

Is run it's course

May acid rain

on a pet horse

My nose can smell

Sniff and blow

Why wasn't I born

Craving Optimo

The white owl mistress

With checkered future

Had a pair

Covering bluchers

Faust 2.0

Rousch, Tupelo

"my company of peers

Is in the past some distant years.

Outsiders artists and some queers

The tug of truth, never desires

Light the fire light the fire

A wilderness retreat

Some quick line about a seat

Sedevacante counselors

Warshed forn from hands

In pale moonlight

And nestled weary heads

Alone into the pillow she smelled like"

I pour these words unto the screen

As if God hasn't already strung together

every possibility

(still so lonely and ever known)

this Tinkering.

this thunderpierce

I forget how peculiar

we really are

Geometry of Regret

Lexus door tint barricade
my cryful face is indecent

I wrought my hands (inculcate)
the spittle pooled on grey cement

mia culpa!

Atlanta Public Housing

the Courts and Groves
and hollowed Coves

homes

the Glens and Shades
and Palisades

homes

the Microtel and Matchbox cars
cigarettes, candy cigars

homes

gentry came and gentry went
after all, the patience spent

homes

manor gates and cherried dates
felt a kiss from knickered Bates

homes

my Jordans clean
like my TV screen

homes

across the way the Applegate
mansion waits (inward decay)

homes

porch subverts, inducting plates
scribbled paint obliterates

homes

trash creek members
and bare Decembers

homes

complex of shame
complex of shame

homes

I'd vote for him
but I can't write my name

homes

my barrel's burnt
my cousin's dry

homes

I wonder if the boy's
gon' die

homes

Airsoft

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TRAIL OF TEARS TO
ANTIOCH
WHERE MY DOG DIED
UNDER GREY GOOSE
SKIES
<>
TURN ON THE DISTORTION
TURN IT UP DUDE
I WANT TO TUNE OUT
AND BREACH THE TIDE
THE LUNAR TIDE
THAT WARSHES
MAH MAHND
AND SUFFERS UNTO
THE LITTLE CHILDREN
NOT TO PLAY WITH
THE LOBSTER CLAWS
IN THE GOJJ KROJJ
"A BULLET FELL FROM THE SKY
AND LODGED INTO MY LEG
ON THE FOURTH OF JULY"

Spring Chant

李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍李小龍

Jen Crodd

just want to ride around
with you
wearing our grills
yours, bottoms
mine, fronts.
together:
one voice
(without speaking)

I have news for you
I have many things to tell you

fireworks in Detroit streets
peace signs on Poplar Avenue
bicycling in Austin
foraging on Charlotte Pike
Brooklyn street shivers
many friends are howling
since you've gone
this grief is heavier than any day
it's worse than any candy jail

picking at my cuticle 
crying in my cubicle

Kintaro in Like (שְׁאוֹל)

BRENTWOOD (FARMVILLE)
RECEDING TREELINE
DONUTS IN THE PARKING LOT
I WANT TO PARTY LIKE A CAVEMAN

MY DOG RAN
AWAY
MY LEG BROKE
N2

NEVER BEEN TO TRINITY LANE
AND DICKERSON PIKE

NEVER TRIED OUT
BUENA VISTA HEIGHTS

NEVER HAD
A LAVERGNE SWEETHEART

SHUT DOWN
IN CRIEVE HALL

DODGED A BULLET
IN BELLE MEADE

KRAV MAGA
AND A GLOCK 19

COUNT DANTE POSTER
ON THE BATHROOM WALL

YOU CAN DIM MAK
MY HEART

YOU HAVE THE POWER

Jelly Fish

I employed
zone defense
against a juice-cleansing
cousin
(getting out in the nick at night)

I walked down the seashore
and saw fish flipping and flopping

You wore a straw hat
bought at WINGS

a panhandle tragedy
in the middle of the moon

a yo-yo washed ashore
the string spelled "ass"

we trod along the Lisa Frank coast

the fungi kicked in and we
turned to each other
and nuzzled
our leathery cheeks
and cried
because
we
thought
we
were
grooving

the sunburn was awesome:
I writhed, played Halo
and guzzled Capri Sun

while your body
sipped saline solution
coolly
at Gulf Coast Medical Center
in Panama City, Florida

#16670 (Kolbe)

My wife! My children!
I am to be slaughtered
I am to be taken
from this world
for the Pax
Christi

My wife! My children!
The nine are crying
(This terrible fate!)
The nine are quiet.
The nine are silent.

My wife! My children!
I trade my crown of white
for red

Soul Patch

the singular genius
onward
toward
"post-identity politics"
and sweatpant couture

Frank Sinatra in the endzone
twenty thousand Jewish mothers
went wild

and a nu-groove
kicked the door down
and a dust plume
curled around
the fallen door

we're wearing collars.
we're buttoning
we're tying laces
we're grazing the marble walls
short sleeve dress shirts
and a Kangol beret /
Wikipedia, toiletries
eyeglasses.

"we're just beat dude"
This is not limited to the city boys
"I dig this truck, etc.
I'm chilling on a dirt road, etc."

Charlie Parker
tended his lettuce patch
and played saxophone
in the Camarillo State Hospital band