oh you’ve got such a
pretty shell
and if you’ve got to go
for you,
they’ve got
a pretty hell
where they stuff you in boxes
…but not too tight
where they close you in for
eternity
but you’ve got a light
you can turn it on
and off
and on
and off
with your pretty friends
each with a pretty face
and all of their dumb ideas
in such a cramped space
because,
you see
there are millions of us here
there are billions of us here
and some of them look as pretty
as you,
so when i give you a note,
and you do not return it
and you turn up your nose
because you think i’m a hermit
just know that
your skin will fall off your
bones when you die just like
everyone else and i only
wanted you because you
make me really,
really,
really hard.

i have never been more indecisive
in my life
i cannot even get 1 cylinder
on this damn thing to fire
i can be found always, somewhere
on cornfield avenue
thumbing for a ride
that i am always refused
(without paying cash
up front
of course)
as they know that i
will rob them

i am always sitting
next to cloudy headed
johnny law
he is a bright-eyed
son of society (or of-a-bitch)

i am as dry as the periodic
table of elements

at the robot bop we dance
with concepts and ideals
and have luminescent skin
why,
at the robot bop you’ve
got wings of telephone
wires and valium
(lots of valium)
you see,
before the robot bop begins
we must tie off all our ends
we must certainly sleep-in
and make all our ammends
cuz the robot bop don’t stop
for nobody.
why,
the robot bop lives in the fourth
dimension
where they do the bop all day
smiles around the lot
hands all up in the sky saying
“we love life so we don’t try!”
ah,
the robot bop dance is fun
for all the robots.

you said “stay stay
if only for a day”
but you closed the
door may i ask what
for?

your twisted dream was
so serene you’d not wake
up for even a scream
when i poked the glass
and it shattered and
crashed oh what an
awful scene

but

nonetheless

i comprehend the frightening
trend of living without a means
to an end
you took my love put it in
a glove and grabbed at
things that i thought were dumb
so here’s to all the time i spend
in my mind,
end over end
delving into the folly of men,
the purpose of skin,
the condition we’re in,
how you’ve fallen victim to this
awful pose,
and in the end, i suppose
i broke my teeth on
your
pretty
bones.

you said you did but you
didn’t understand
do you know how hard it is
to want to be your man?
and will i fall victim to some
heavy hand plan
will i set sail just to find
more land?
i am pulling at these wits just
to find their ends
i am but a cloud in a world
of cement
i am just a clown trading
laughs for his rent
i do not want to go
just to know where i
went

these hurricane winds beat at the side of us but we ride them readily
our steady ship she blasts through
moving quickly through
i, screaming, “it’s been such a long time”
holding onto ropes with entire body held out to sea screaming “i guess i should be going”
wind beating at my face, ship
half capsized
our captain screaming “but time doesn’t wait for me
it keeps
on
going”
the thunder cracks,
the crewmates cheer
our nova, she rights
we see land in the distance
leaving her at the port the villagers of this place know that we are pirates
because we left the fucking music on when we went in
just to pick up cigarettes and mountain dew
to keep our engines running
and when we get back out our captain is already in his chair singing “we’re going
off the rails”
and we jump back in the ship, cast off,
singing “we’re going off the rails
on a crazy train”

you live right-of-center
chest cavity
as a hollow feeling

you poke at my ignition

gas floods my eyes

and if i do not move
i will explode

and if i do move i will
drive ’till the atlantic
or pacific or
indian
and i don’t even want
you to come with me

i don’t even want
you at all
if not for a second.

THE MATRXI
FIGURE EIGHT
WOMEN
VODKA WOMEN
LONGING
WHEN SPRING COMES I PACK MY BAGS AND HEAD FOR THE NEAREST REVEALED THIGH
THIS IS CALLED BEING ONE WITH NATUR
THIS IS CALLED BEING A MAN
I AM NOT TO OVERCOME MY NATURE
I AM NOT TO HEED TO MORALITY
I AM

WHY MUST I STAY AFTER THE TEA HAS BEEN FINISHED?
WHAT IS THERE TO TALK
ABOUT
ANYWAYS?
ABOUT HOW THE WORLD IS SPINNING
STARS
SUN
GOD
HUMAN CONDITION OR INTERACTION
POLITICS
FAVORITE COLORS
HOW ANNOYING THE WAY I SIP MY DRINKS IS
HOW I CONDESCEND WOMEN TOO OFTEN
(YOUR ALL JUST HORMONES ANYWAYS)
WOULD YOU LIKE TO YELL AT ME FOR NOT PUTTING DOWN THE TOILET SEAT OR NOT BACKING THE CAR INTO THE DRIVE BECAAUSE YOU HATE BACKING IT OUT?
WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DREAM OF OTHER WOMEN
OR WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO GIVE YOU THE VERY ESSENCE OF MY SOUL AND LET YOU RUIN SOME OTHER POOR CORPSE OF HIS ESSENCE?

I HOEP IF U LUV ME U WULD LET ME GO

I FEEL AS IF
AGNELS REALLY DID MATE WITH HUMANS
AND THEIR TRAITS ARE ONLY VISIBLE IN A FEW OF US
AND THOSE TRAITS ARE SLOWLY DWINDLING
SO THE AMOUNT OF PREVENTABLE DEATHS KEEPS RISING
BECAUSE MONKEYS WATCH 2 MUCH TV

why i can smell it on your teeth
and in the next words you’ll say
i can smell it like a machine in
a fairy tale
sniffing out the bad plot lines-
when i am at night
getting ready to sleep
and it’s just me
and my mind
and the darkness-
i smell it too.
i am caught between
a rock and an anxious mess,
and i smell it on both.

man’s unanswerable questions
burn holes in my
stomach, head,
appendages,
my glasses are a gateway
to a lonely world
pleasure coming only from pain
hugo is no doctor in this.

open fields
chasing butterflies
city streets
chasing butterflies
staring at the clouds
floating in the sky
but every time i
catch them they
die.

in jail they slip your
food under the door
and the gaurds only
walk around as many times
as they absolutely have to
and
i lie on the floor,
points of pressure failing
to pad the solid concrete
that is my bed.
keith has a wife,
he’s lying next to me
because he beat in
her ex’s door because
he was keeping her kids
and they called “breaking
and
entering”;
tony is from detroit and
got caught driving without
a license and all of his
people left him here,
he tells me about his
cars
and
females
and
houses
and how they caught him slipping
caught him slipping and
he shouldn’t even be stayin’
here for no three hunnid dollas

god,
aint this some bullshit?
this phone only calls who it
wishes,
this cell sits harder than
all of humanity…
lets no light in
lets no one leave,
lets no statements
be made of it or on it
except for “help me!!!”
which tony wrote on his
concrete bed with the pen
that i stole from the clerk
that we also made playing cards
out of with our pieces of
papers given to us by the
man;
these papers containing important
information about the number
of dollars we are to give
to the man for our offenses
against public safety.

heaven is so far away
from earth
and why?
it takes so much
effort to get to
the sky
it ruins your
high
you want to go up
but they say
nigh
your persistence
run dry
your bed is
a sty
do we ever leave
earth?
is there something
to find?
some place in
your mind
where all words are
kind?
or is
any way out just
a lie.

i want to ask you
if you’d like to light
a fire underneath
i am a match itching to
burn
i can promise you a blaze
this wildfire would
take its toll and
roll like a catalyst
through our arteries
and if your world is
too quiet just let me
know

oh my
shooting star
i sit
empty chested
these things
well i can’t stop
these things
sitting in a crowded room i am high as a balloon i want to be with you sitting in a crowded room
oh my
shooting star
i sit
empty chested
hoping

left my baby earth-side
for a cold steel sphere in space
and here i am in the void
with a black tin can sky
and i feel dry

i sit,
in my watchtower
viewing hiked skirts
from a 2nd floor
pealing off the skin
crusssssssst
on my arms, thinking
“19”
i,
sit,
green from trees
invading,
pupils dulling,
life multiplying,
i in my infertile
watchtower,
above coffee shop
2nd floor,
watching hiked skirts
bounce through streets
the ghost of
charlie haunting me.