Monday, December 17, 2007

Fan Fiction

Settling on beyond the grave JE laugh to fill a cracking egg
Lecture parts taped over, enter John
Keen on buffalo bill a darling friend
Among the bright red loom marked freely by disaster
Life and air shrank down
E, A, S, T stronger

Monday, December 10, 2007

Whispering Anvils in the Wide Night

Being alive in the world posed the biggest problem, a man was wathcing all the while. He looked around and saw your face, black as the night.

Sell A Bell, A Breaking Laugh

Little problem with the world
The rooster wrecked a bleeding ant
We can sick on stairs with people sitting underneath
Write the block away

A bell a black a bleeding man
The ball is coming through
Hot concrete and little eggs

Instead of eyes I have
A block of butter
A tomato glass

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

tress sand all upper joke up in time and fall to all done bit a sick salt punish human life and hall turning soon a breaking class

all of a sudden

danger told a hollow wrist
lower back descending
all of mass pouring out the cup
streets became ours

slowly feet are frozen, cracking glass
on a skating rink
sound of front teeth scratching ice

took the plunge
feeling pool
i am a king

Monday, November 12, 2007

A Dream of Death

Coldest Night of Winter
I am in Homewood Cemetary
Everything happened at the same time

suddenly seeing telephone frozen cracking with hand
plane of white light splitting the universe
plane opens into two like a book unknowable contents
summer drive arm became animal shocked helpless
small back yard dark trees so far removed
stuck atop a high platform

Friday, November 9, 2007

inside

marching on through the gates
encountering everything inside
enormous torso shaped cave
dark red light warm liquid
i was filled with everything
body slump to the floor
fingernails voiding fluid
shoulders behind chest ahead
warm sun
legs are paused no feeling

Thursday, November 8, 2007

halls of mind
intersect black tube
through the marble floor

call upon the wide night
make a fleeting sound

sell the walls
paint them til they're dry
real problem is arising
the morning tolled a 4 fold 5

Sunday, November 4, 2007

the last time we saw the sky through a window ruined with tar breaking out in deep sweat thinking, "was that arm truly 20 feet long?" was the body laughing repulsively yes.

walk around mountain side feet sink through a rock upto inseam breaking time to eat leave a friend behind the moon waiting to new again.