30.9.09

a cock in hand is worth two in the bush (?)

and when the girls shake their feather dusters
it will all be for you
and their fathers they will cringe with moral superiority
and oh how the weak have flown
with babies
with incense
with bottles of jack
thirty-seven red reeds
dust and cobwebs on their weed cigarettes
with seventeen six-packs of beer ice cold
beer head bigger than Australasia
or Arkansas
or the jungle gym by the school
where he taught me that
breasts mean the world owes you
big time

29.9.09

PUSSY ABUSE

i could start off slow
slap your deep inner thigh
until it blushes bright

or
take a leather strap
go at it hard
beat your crotch
until you weep

or
tie you up
and blow hot and paced
until you beg for me
to penetrate your flesh

but i think the best form
the most efficient
is to ignore you
let you walk around
wondering why
you've been
rejected

23.9.09

Slipknot by Slipknot

You are asleep
I love you

I will either

a.
Use a surgical knife
Slice away your eyelids
Left and right
Shoot torch light at you

b.
Draw
With indelible marker
Small smiley faces
Instead

18.9.09

little girl, let me have my way with your gentle soul

                                                              i
fingertips
                          in my mouth
                                                              will
slow sucking
                          my way
                                                              devour
to your
                          core
                                                              you

Last day

Dare me to drink this whiskey
Dare me to make a mess
Dare me to cause a scene
I am so tired
This is the end
Good luck with all the dwarfs
And that

12.9.09

Still Frontin' (rap)

Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'

Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'

Engine running, me sleeping in the backseat
Read that you sleep fast reading from a factsheet
About poems and feelings and women and shit
There's a hole in my chest with nothing left in it
Punch myself in the face till it don't look like a face
Lick a lightning bolt just to see how it tastes
Rub your eyes real hard till they bleed
Peel your toes and your head and everything between

Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'

10.9.09

homesick

you hug
you lightly paw
an elbow or a knee
people squeeze hands
and firmly shake
once or twice, they advise
lean into each other
another's skin
boys place palms
on the smalls of girls' backs
no one stops
or draws back
or cringes
imperceptibly
human contact
human contact!
their bodies flow
i never noticed that
until

9.9.09

non

If I've told you once
I've told you a thousand times
Please stop eating fresh babies
And molesting my elderly relatives
In bus shelters

7.9.09

oui

shouting for an encore from a shitty band
is like pushing your mother
down the stairs
and then calling for her to get to her feet
and make you a fucking snack

6.9.09

Human stain

You have far too many
eyes in your head

You have far too few
chips on your shoulder

You have one too
many hairs on your scalp

You have one less
ventricle in your heart

I eat pieces of you
To spit into your mouth

With longing, with disgust
I wait for you to grow back

I dip in the water to
scoop up your gristle

I swallow your flesh
Even though I am full

I sicken
You sicken

3.9.09

Your eyeball is a siamese twin

Your siamese twin is a fucking jerk
I had sex with your siamese twin
Just to hurt you
You were watching me the whole time
You are a pervert

Stop it

2.9.09

Turnip for the books

I ate a vegetable
I ate a whole vegetable
Turnip
I ate a whole vegetable whole
I like radishes and beetroot
It turns out

1.9.09

if only tonight we could sleep

for jereme

the sheets, little white cotton mounds and S shapes by your knees
turning to face the camera
perspiring skin sticks to a strand of black hair
lit dark, just enough to see
are you alone or we together?
that's directly correlated to what happens next in this scene
eventual sleep or shivering heave
oh, but don't feel too special, secret watchman
it's just your company that keeps
monsters safely under the bed

trampled flowers and other signs of our minor victory

i stand among a plastic garden,
complete with satin flowers
wondering what happened

to the beauty
of death.