XO, DUMBFUCK collection by goo, 2011.
weird neighbors.
* * * look at those
stars ain’t * * ****
****they something.
hungover every morning, you
aim at them with that
dingy
flyswatter -the walls
are stickier than
your first
wet dream.
* * ***a, b, c.
one, two, three. * *
*****b*e*n*z*o. *
*
elephant.
para-
noid
house
wife
makes
mess
daddy
pEaCh
bALLs
will lick
it all up.
*
stargazer, tentacles, dog paddle
motion. swishing
brown sugar mountain,
fly eggs everywhere.
little jail birds fly.
60little tornadoes-
curious, how
they break the pacifiers
mystique.
*
tribute.
dermatilomania
hypo mania
klepto mania
breaks ground
everywhere or no place
rinses itself through
life, sheds its skin(
cool dark purple snake scales).
rams into
cessation; snores
through afterlife theories.
born again into little
plants, side of
a grandmother’s house
black eyed susans
tye dyed lilies
streetmarket irises.
*
daisy on E.
spider-eye collective
spitting
furry yellow poofs
toward daisy, hugging
on E
road signs, just
shape &colors, little
by little they shatter.
bluegreenmagenta
flourescent lights
&a
lily pad heart
flashing without
awareness.
*
anchorage, present day.
after day ends, the alarm
clock trails off.
the sun rises over a grand
opening of
a strip mall.
a
man falls into his laundry
pile,
his wife just left him.
a
woman raises three babies,
her husband just left
her.
there are mountains
out back. i
see them while
smoking a cigarette, maybe.
i put it out.
the mountains watch.
*
heirlooms.
satan’s collar
bone-
iridescent
lies
bust of a queen tumbles
dreamer’s despair
plagues with
rats in
the mote.
the sabotage is
talking
to me.
the houses
are easier
to
look at.
*
a rock classic.
rock classic, teething
on the corner of
a magazine. backseat of
a limousine,
jailbirds. troubadours to
lace their own
milk.
we nest on a
mountain’s top.
tip dipped in white- out,
faux
erasure- we cut our
eyes out.
*
inebriated ouji worship.
reality settles, huge lid
covering a wishing well
little fishers settling for loafs
o f bread:
the stars above me.
girl ma kes a
mmmmad dash
&trips here,
so tenderly
her toes squealed
(star trench at
night,
in the vortex)
‘twinkle twinkle’,
turned the next page of
your black &blue
love song.
*
for the staff of the fourteenth floor of nassau university medical center.
talk shit
as tall as
a burst of
pussy juice you
leak out your
thirsty mouths
with the stink
of testes long
unshaven
a sleepy
bedroomeyed
belly button
telling the
tales of
delta rummage
to ruffle your
malnourished
in vitamin d
feathers:
hark!
understudy
performances,
&pawn affiliations:
you
reminded me of
a chess game
conducted by
gigantic fucking
idiots
under a glass
highway so
brightly lit.
*
if zeus had a lightening oar he
ought to unzip the
pulchritude of theodora
on her writing desk the
finalized manifestos of a
brutally
surreal
dream
i did not take sleeping pills,
so i woke up.
it was just another
wavy
sticky
dream double-life.
*
old poem about kicking ass. dedicated to aphrodite &tank girl.
one MIRACLE/HELL HYBRID SEEKS INTERVENTION.
cellular nebula inside tree
jam spread with butcher knife
disguising my wounded knees
forever sacrifice your
virgin advice
held behind a locked juggernaut’s jaw.
i have
no figh
t. my
arms are
without
migh……..,t
despondent. boom boom. boom bOoOom.
life and love a thousand heat waves shaped like
peace signs and
two DISJOINTED GALACTIC VOYEURISM.
tits made of icicles& sticky trees
have got a knock-knock joke
against the rebellion
a slab of meat
crabs tap da nc i n g
squirming, from webs
to your feet.
three INDIGO POTTERY, SMELLY ARROW.
hazed by all the girls
at school
we got in trouble for
breaking a rule
our freckles confused. we confused our
freckles. in fact, to the extent
that a pair of glasses cracked.
a woman made of microscopic
herbal bliss, sleigh bells& chakra
warmth invitations
her name is tank, bullocks.
i’m frightened with
g-strings and hermaphrodite magnifying
lenses
the world is shrinking;
the world is shrinking around me
and i couldn’t be happier to be so
crazy.
