all that wants you is my cock
an animal that says “go! go!”
teeth bare
rip through epidermis to find
pot of gold orgasm
from your silhouette
to your bone structure
to white blood cells
i want to hold you in my hands
cock aside, however, i will
let your breath titillate
my spine, and
keep a blueprint in my head
for darker times
i will name you stars
i will cement you in rhyme
i will not ask you to stay
how could i not be naive
when i’ve not seen it
finished yet?
the volcanoes
and asteroids
and hurricanes
in my chest
this sunspot causing
all of my duress
the gravity my lust
fights against
in the end we will
see what’s left
i’m gonna go
where the sun can’t find me
i’m gonna cut
the strings that bind me
i’m gonna get
to see the world finally
nothing below
or behind me
i’m gonna go
where the sun can’t blind me
oh life’s a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
walkin’ around town
with you all day
drink till i’m drunk
or i’m sober again
pull of my skin
let it blow in the wind
oh life’s like a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiide (ha
ha) ah
you speak in a language
so beautiful
i wish i could read it
my fragmented brain
my softspoken penis
whispers in my ear
“lets feel alive”
so i do, oh i do
how contrived
strapped in to this
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
i was outside on the porch
taking in the sky with clear
eyes,
she comes out in my shirt
saying “pretty,
pretty boy”
and i go inside with
unfocused eyes
and stare at the broken
oven–and you will call me
after that,
and i will think i
know what you want,
and i will make a song about it,
and i will write about it,
and i will soon disappear.
I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
IN PARIS OR FRANCE
IN A MAGICAL WONDERLAND
OR IN MY CAR
YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND TELL ME WE ARE ALONE
AND MY HEART ACCELERATES
AWARE OF THE SCIENCE BEHIND
RAINBOWS.
so they killed it all in one night
down the throat and then
back out and he’s hanging over
the ledge thinking
you don’t love me anymore?
they made you not love me anymore
and he says he’s never
gonna
love
anyone
again.
american lobotomy
your brain’s just a muscle
your ghost is all that counts
slow down einstein
we need these sheep for clothes
slow down einstein
your not fluent in puppet
slow down einstein
you faggot
you loser
you geek
you nerd
bleach your hair white
like the rest of the herd
jesus christ more like
peter pan.
why do i write these things down?
they remain on a page
they do not grow to
godzilla like proportions
do i think that they will move?
you
or
the world?
much less even a leaf
much less even myself
often times
they lean
towards the garbage
my invisible pen pal
putting a weapon
in his mouth.
maybe i let the
grass grow around me
say i call the world
the moon
suppose i find nirvana
in the sky caught
by my unfocused eyes
and say i do it
soon
i am enamored by the beauty of
the birds singing through
the streets, my eyes glued,
sun whirling through the
windows growing trees
hidden beneath the carpet —
then i go back to my apartment,
after the world,
which is rotating and i
must jump in because
me and
you
we must have the world spinning
behind us
that is how we work
so our world is on a
spinning pedestal
and
i’m convinced
that
it’s all my fault
that i am dizzy.
why,
little city burning
backs gettin’ warm
pictures of men
that shoulda been me
so i never grew up
i’m glad i figured that out
and i torture myself
and i’m only alright sometimes
why,
lighting up the glass
can’t stay off the ground
and i can’t remember
how nice it used to be
pictures of the moon
that’s where i’d like to be
that pond behind your house
where i go when i sleep
why.
things are working like machines
inside my head these days
they come and finish and go
money is made and money is spent
by whoever is running them
and yeah i feel well so what
and yeah the days pass so what
by standing i am running
away from the future
somewhere i am happy.
don’t you see that i got i
don’t you see that i rock it
for fuck sakes i can’t stop it
i’m riding the top of a rocket
i fit these things into sockets
should i drop it?
or put the world in my pocket
should i shut
the door should i
open the window
should i jump out?
should i go outside
in my mind
or in time
wake up the piggies
and shout?
remember that time you
yelled at me but
you didn’t know a damn
thing and remember that
time i wish i were
someone else?
remember when we thought
god was gonna save us?
who cares about the insanity that
why would you turn on your tv?
when i am alone
and sober
none of my books have last
chapters
none of my maps have destinations
so devoid of the human condition
there are billions of us
and i am a poet
but there are billions of us
so it makes it hard for me
to say anything
because there are billions of us
separate worlds on the same earth
my little friend and i
we don’t get along
these days
and if it doesn’t work
we’ll go back to our
throne
and i see the world
and it is shrinking
every day
but still too far
across for me to
roam
these walls are made
of gray matter
this roof of magical
dust
it’s built on rhythms
and patterns
its materials produced
to combust
not often, but once in a
while
this whole damn place
burns down
but i am forced to
just smile
as a man who lives off
the ground
remember before
these cardboard houses
stood in the way?
you saw so much less
but had it all figured out
didn’t you?
please don’t break
all that i’ve made
please don’t give up
on all my ideas
for anything,
anything.
can’t get these things
to come out of my mouth
when my equations are solved
before i write them down
by the things they don’t
teach in school and you’ve
got to find them out yourself
and if you aren’t looking
hard enough, well
that’s deplorable.
the sieve and the sand 
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