Deep within the jungle of my semi-spherical

rubber electricity-sweating grin prison,

songs deciphered by amputated lips trained by

sticks, stones, and dying relatives.

The miserable frost encourages mutant feather-holders

to grasp the claws of one another,

oblivious to the plastic suffocating their own precious

paintings of themselves.

Hallucinations.

Collapsing balloon-lungs.

Conforming fishermen in heat.

Starving.

FunnyBones

A Bumblewasp's friendly hum runs abruptly,
coloring five oclock shadows,
pulling possibly pregnant animal-women out of a muddy sunshine

Alliteration-bug hung for bisexual mealworm casters
(Bait for tanned whores)

Swaggers of arrogant noise smokers are enough to kill
those with occupied skull caves.

Laughs are candy for blind monsters.

Laughs are bullets aimed toward working retinas capable of spotting
the rotten bones surrounding the vibrations.

AdVyChiterAture

Everything Will Change

Jesus Christ

Good Decisions doubt moderation

Unjustifiable reasons to forgive the KING

Tales pull reference from Quotations

tough translations smudge villages of dirt and obvious sections

that long for questioning

Analyzing their backgrounds, we give poetic stories

relating to christian whores.


Differences anger the combinations matching the sense

in clockwork.

(The Chalky Quarters)

Limping
tunnel runner and family
sticks make a chair
laziness

Limping
Mentality melts
felt like
the taste of metal
mental medicine
menstruation

Men working
smashed brain bits
fines double triple
mending monsters' maced up
melodies

mother makes
mop heads tangled
finger pulling
hairs
montage

messy melatonin
meant for
forward musical
days walking and skipping and
limping

Litter Box Cover, Little Box Cutter
Fluttering endlessly through a
White Violet's pile of dead wedding flesh.

Purse end itch = one00

_saying something disgusting as invisible cockroaches
fold their hands and hiss, with drops of venom blinding their neighbors_

A welcoming house of five
the typical crusty eyes
that have seen
morning only a few hours ago

the rain has vanished quickly
and sunlight has stabbed
my unapparent tapetums
tasty tasty tapetums

a catchy hum from
a room mysteriously amuses me;
I don't think my
presence has been noticed yet today

My feet are up on the tiny
couch that I cought the Tiny last
letters of the alphabet on
moments after roasting white, puffy
treats early in the morning (last night)

I will lay here
until my presence
is noticed
this morning in
this
cozy house of five

Dis-com-bob-u-late
-verb (used with object) -lated, -lating.
to confuse or disconcert; upset; frustrate

Rooster, hen, bird, pen, red, red pen bled ink in cents, cat-neck

nonsense nonsense nonsense

two

one

pyramid (made) 2

me it was made

TWO, three, YOU

it was nonsense

I'll shake your wrist

to make you feel

awkward and I'll drool

on your fingernails to

raise eyebrows

and (maybe) a fist

if

i were to

salivate

on a red-faced body competitor

Foolish

In S(hell)s

|\____00000 00000 /

| ____Discombobulation /

|/ 00000 00000 /

liveslivesliveslivesliveslives

\___________

The Blinking Light
Is the 21st
Century's
Beating Heart
Scratching The Attention
From my
Worried Eyes
Above My
Drooling mouth where
Three Grams of
Pineal Relief
Have been Swallowed
in Attempt to
Regulate
Confusion rates
and Increase depression
unintentionally.

Pretty Diamond

62 inches
above the
planet
that occupies
cheaters and
liars
and scary murderers
and late night abductions
and vomiting children with
bugs in their
guts

a child, a tear, a friend
who stood so close
to the
planet
that the child could
squish it
with his (swollen)
thumb.

mama is dead.
papa is dead.
child is alone, with
his cute
little friend.
a bug.

in his gut.
his friend.

pretty diamond--
turn your neck, and weep

dive, dive, dive

into the
future;
where my arms
are your
safe spot and
your safe home.

turn your neck, pretty diamond.
that's all you'll have to do.

'cause diving
into
a weep infested future
is a dive
that will not occur.

you've got
this guy.

you've
got
this
guy.

weep no longer.

turn your neck no longer.

The past exploded
when it happened
and now
lives
in molecules
that
don't matter
because
bugs eat
them.

and that lonely child
eats
his friend; the bug.

pretty diamond.
smile.

your dive
into
my
arms
will
be
a
safe
one.

Currently:

The hum of a dust gatherer sucking innocence from the very surface of the dirty floor that we've all dragged our wheels across while dreaming of our destination.
excluding, stomping, zoning.
nothing can be done--nothing can ever be done.

Previously:

The voice of an angel (1455 miles west) traveling elegantly through wires and reaching the insides of my probably deaf ears. another reminder of my beauty, and another reminder of the beauty this world cradles.
Grinning, Loving, Fantasizing.
Something can be done--something can, and will, always be done.
I smile.
I love.
I(t) hold(s).

Now what?

I'll crawl into the whom of a knife's web and treat myself to a drink and some food and a friend and some friends and a friend is waiting for me.

here I come.
My eyes are enervated soles.

Static monotony.

Dramatic Attic Sessions
With Maple leaf Scribbles
On Old Maple Bark--
Birth Papers
Given by Demons; Angels.

Avaricious Hail Storms
Unapparently Fluttering

Incandescent Toothaches
Unapparently Burning, treating, counteracting

Vernacular outcast, Reach Suddenly
Into Corners of Inhibition
and Summon what Pretty Flesh Screams
"Nodeven real" show show show throw it
into what pretty flesh spends her days praising
in reflections of "real" flesh pretty and perfect and
scratches dont matter 'cause she'll throw a mask on herself
and natural imperfections don't matter 'cause she'll
cover it all up for crawling, salivating, foolish magnetic reptilian
boys giggling and dreaming and touching and thinking and
cover yourself, hide yourself, be afraid to be yourself and
appear as yourself and see yourself for who you really are
which is unknown to every living thing on this fucked up spinning globe.

(young child; glancing)

I could travel the world in a night, maw.

Fingers trace the plastic replica.

Tranquility Stuttered Through Shakespearian Tongue

Ringing Snares Paranoid within

Half deaf Melody Feeders breathing Agony and Soda can Snappers

Click Click Click

Some Effort, Yet a Diabolic Sequence of

Theological Crystalization Teleports the Past Into a

Gutted out Colony of Psilocybin Minds

Ode to Zygote Gamblers and Psychopathic Waste Manuscripts!

Sue is Idol act shins creep upon Nate Sure

While Dust Mites Conjure Edible Wonders

While Swallowing Money Trees

When Losing Begins Celebrating itself

We'll Vomit Uncontrollably severing Catwalk Motions

Who Funnel Constant Gore Riddles Pretending Disease

Whispered Whiskers Fiddling Window Fingers Lingering

Quietly

we distort, sure

Gifts rebuild Salivating Torpedo Pilots

Flying, Crying, Pile Driving While Style Fades Gang Wanderers

spitting, "Hey man, six in one"

(person, me, gone, left, sorry) But It's Cool, like Winter

When It must return to Hell wrapped in Candy wrappers

Different Meaning nowadays cracked naturally

twenty first, last, same

scary scary scary

scaring me away from reality but

Ive got that MonTanian Female

Kisses and I know nine million steps into future

eyelids of heart won't consider functioning

I'm ecstatic, Longlonglife

a head of me

multiple

Months ago
weeks ago
months ago-- adios
lysergic nightmare,
who's controlling ways convinced
me to evolve into an obedient mess

good riddance .

Months later
weeks later
months later-- ¿como estas?
haunt me haunt me
taunt me and slash my sanity
who's crippled fingers are clenched
upon a shredding vine.
Welcome back.
you've returned to me,
only this time youre grinning in my direction
through the cranium of the only thing I have.

Transform her?
Ruin me.

Transform me?
Ruined me already,
not ready for another.

Stop stop stop stop stop.
Inflict blood upon the flesh
of an angel indigenous to a land
far far far far away.

Por favor.


¿Fin?

Fingers crossed.

The Shell, he Screamed,

Is All That Matters when

ladders cause the Whites of

your Hands to Decay as The

Altitude becomes Less of a Phobia.

This Skin--this Dead, Chapped Skin

is the Epitome of an impressive Accomplishment.

And This Bone,

When Evolved into the Same Consistency,

is Spat upon If It's Appearance is Over an Inch Long.

You Sick, Sick Ape.

You Ignorant Chimp

(Limping up Vines and

Coughing up Spines)

Who You Are dances Before Your Forehead

and Sings Sonnets of Sandpapered Perfections

to Those who Unfortunately Exist.

You are a Mystery.

A Wooden Chair Before me;

each leg unequal in length

and the length of my breath could

revive as

many dead as

alive.

My date of Birth.

Important Numbers.

Meaningful Memories tossed carelessly

into the unoccupied Cubby of Air

I've been Staring at for a Century now.

It's Listening, though,

and It's feedback is Juxtaposed

with Every Delicate Action

performed within

Firey, Diabolic braincases

consisting of

bone and bone

and bone (is what they consist of)

Im Sobbing Now,

and searching...

Searching the Junk Drawers

for An unknown gadget that

was known about a minute ago.

Oh, It's attached to me.

Oh, It's Placed in my chest

keeping me alive.

Some

times

I

forget

Things.

The fragile clock's repetitive melody began slipping 6 feet under, but maybe I wont change the batteries this time.

A simply elegant tune played every hour closer to death and the life after the afterlife im living in currently seems rather cruel.

A DING and a depressing growl;
Im closer to dying-- like that fragile clock that reminds me every sixty misty minutes that im wishing wouldnt finish.

Sand handing iris islands

blindness finding home inside this

Priceless Mindless Torture cave

and bravery is not apparent

to The parent Spending Bending

Hours painting tainted Stains upon

The Brains of former fetal adolescent messes saved by six letters

handing him the aorta and all

those other bloody parts

Fig

ure

of sp (l)eech(es)

sucking the sad out of my ONCE

sad sad sad body

Undefined; behind a masked spinal Cord Crying

Lie the Blades of Your Shoulders where I would Rest my Hands on.

To My surprise soup Steam Rising and

Failing to Cool with cool breath dying gradually

and magically i'm alive

An Obedient Child creates

an artificial grin

in an attempt to impress the mess

that spills from his heart; Within

Pinned Against stone, alone and

confusion makes up the Majority of

Space Accidentally Placed into his Noggin

Muscles Ache,

a Mistake must take time away

from the voice you've been tossing

and tossing and its homesick (Boomerang)

You're a Boomerang.

The Bad Reason

Your Electronic

Obsession Melted (AA)

Pelted your Heart's

Funny bone with

stones Indigenous to

An Unknown Planet;

You Didn't Plan it.

You Couldn't Stand it's

Chemical

Capacity

Expanding Slowly

and Landing on the Lonely

Nonexistent Agenda Composed

in Your Mobile home.

The Batteries in Your Electronic Obsession Melted.

Death,

Your Breath I would not Recognize--

Socialize with

Although the majority of individuals

Do not receive much

vociferous attention (From Me)

due

to

the fact that I live in, Breathe in, and

plan on dying within the presence of my own thoughts

and my own thoughts only--

plus her

and her love which keeps my (forever)

HAPPY

and BEAUTIFUL

Heart

HAPPY

and

BEAUTIFUL

and ALIVE (forever)

(times infinity)