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.