birds and fucking round two

today I saw hundreds of fucking
crows land in a tree all at once

the sexiest man alive is
the one I'll never fuck

and tonight I'll have dreams about the birds
tearing up the trees
and it will be the most romantic dream I've had in years
because to ruin reality is to make it romantic

a poem for two people

i miss you because of that night
after the show in a hotel
room with two beds,
we opted for one

It's a Newt

Some people are cops, wanna carrot?
Wannanother carrot?
It's time to get sticky - Moby What? So can
a calculator.
you chose looks.
Poor kitty, they're speedboat salesmen.
The girl from your story,
don't breathe at all.

song of overworked cashiers at the dollar store

i never been to
college, but
i know
some things.

things like,
chewing
six sticks of gum
every two hours enough
moving
to make you feel like you
been
moving, even when
you standing dead still.
things like, you work someplace
desperate enough, people gonna
take even the plunger outta
your employee bathroom.

a boy with no shoes
come in and steal him a pair,
you learn
not to say nothin.

after crystal castles iii

Disco went to the women's bathroom, pulled its glittering skinny jeans down inside out over its knobblies and began to cry and menstruate at the same time.

It's So Easy, Writing A Poem That Doesn't Make Sense

First, you make a reference
To Rosanne Bar's Presidency
Or the way a road is a path
And a maze.

Then describe light trickling
Through clouds or leaves
As it slowly reaches your
Eyes at the speed of light.

Or you could list the possibly
Fatal desires that lie inside
The dark center of a peach
Covered in an outer sugar.

Boil all of this down
to the few little specs
swimming for their
lives in your wine.

Finally, you must compare
Your precarious situation
To something that opens
like a ballet, or syringe.