I AM NOT A DIRTY GOD I DON'T HAVE A DIRTY BODY our world is not 4 dimensional however we may cling to time's revolutions we resist revelations, ignored are the Marys in their stead their Johns pissers, shitters, crappers, gotta puke gotta drain the lizard ignore the cunt, it'll come later in the tent, despite my whiskey breath, despite, again, in spite of the feminists, I must again re affirm my heart, it's in the shape of an hourglass I can't stop fucking kicking or screaming at women I fling my coffee cups at them in public places, have breakdowns, currently writing a poem in one specific feminine bed breaking down over a 4GLTE connection; maybe in my next... world; love peace and harmony very nice, very nice, very nice MAYBE IN THE NEXT WORLD

Safe

When I was in a better mood,
my footfalls echoed silence.
Shadows waved at my heel,
I walked wrapped in drugs.
A warmer coat I've never worn,
but for the moon and stars,
strung out of sight, darkly.
That night descended,
I drifted.

Occupado!

today I screamed some chants

about how shitty the world is

it was

the happiest

I'd felt

in months

'less guns more butter'

Guy Fawkes Day haiku

there is just something
about mass destruction
and classical music

exercising demons

the third shower in the bathroom
has no door, holds only a girl always singing
encased in four tiled walls and a wildfire perfume

for her it is such a comforting thing to be
caged, to breathe in steam and brimstone
and the pubic hair caught in the drain
no one can hold her breasts like she can--
clean half-moon fingernails against her own skin

she shakes her hair out like a flag and grows old
slowly, until she forgets whether it is the water
or time that is wrinkling the pads of her feet

aisle 9

rusty works at the grocery store

fetches the vodka for the bros

sweeps and mops

aligns rows of goods precisely

shakes without cigarettes

breathes heavily

rusty drives home in a van

cooks dinner for his daughter

rusty watches tv

sleeps little

they'll put you in the ground
with a gold bell, a silver watch,
pennies for your eyes,
and one under your tongue

no one has ever mentioned
heaven is the iron
on your lips and throat
and coins in your gullet

someone has always said
'in the dark
they cannot get to you'
and meant it

Early Riser

adulthood has been standing in the kitchen
hungover, staring at the dirty dishes
what if nobody does them

you feel that? it's nippy this morning
maybe today will be the day
i finally get clean of you

Snow snow snow

Ya know how on the mountain course, ya told me to cut out doing stupid things?
I done something stupid. But Cello Girl burning in the snow needed someone.

If I was smarter I could have kept us both.
Snow will never be joyous again.