from one man I was reading it said “scorched earth is worse”
from one tv show it showed “deep groove is worse”
in
reality they are equal
U will never re- again
U believe in snake oil
U could apply it to my stomach and placebo me so I’d believe
in it you can’t cultivate
http://media01.couriermail.com.au/multimedia/2007/01/070125_sounds/tasdevil.mp3
that kinda care to
not choose to have so much to choose so that I could make choice to do a thing so unnatural made natural by rationale
trying knot
ReplyDeleteopen mouth
is confessing
someone
20 hard-
healed steps
only since
its been
placing key
forward
walking town
of elm
open mouth
is confessing
someone
still, still
me still
its been
been growing out of my mouth a tree whole trunks hole trunks gnarled and my teeth clinging to the sides and what cultivates what key what has been and is me clinging confession the me taken by the foot the me spattered at the foot of the step the me not giving the tree up and the me not giving
ReplyDeleteNOT GIVING THEM ROOM NEAR THE BACK
ReplyDeleteOF THE CAVE THE SPOKESPEOPLE HAVE CONFIRMED
THAT THE LEADS WILL BLEED INTO YOUR CUP
THE PLASTIC PROMOTIONAL CUP FROM BURGER KING
WITH THE CHIP IN THE RIM LEAVING BEHIND
HALF A FACE IT APPEARS TO CARRY A BIT OF MIRTH
FROM THE SPECIALIZED OVERSEAS FOOTFALLS GOING
TO BITS AND BITS AND BITS FORMING A RING
giving and giving this womb fucked tree all branched and ranger ranged a spotter-fire mounted mountain top tipped like icicle niptips
ReplyDeletebandage grief a suckledness breast
ovarian tip tube lustless
fallopian sewn - frozen fetus loan
endometrial exit torn
camera lens focus in for snip-snip yr extended uteran ligaments a womb likeness distended and groan
: my thick listlessness oozing(I
ReplyDeleteneeded that)like a
shot in the arm & quick, get one of dad
frozen in the downbeat: the deadbeat, who
taught me how to doggy paddle when
knee-deep in wound like this like the
baby I chucked in favor of the girl in
favor of the full-grown spare twin I
am now using as a shield, I mean
a mirror: I mean the convex double-
mint bubble stuck to my cheek,
which is blistery
pink on the underside of
your favorite
shoe.
osama’s bye-bye and POTUS cries like a femme dyke
ReplyDeletebut why? mummy has no mon-mon: put sugary cookies in my tum
“k, k I’ll try”
osama’s bye-bye and POTUS cries like a femme dyke
oh, hi, oatmeal raisins, you look lovely – my! my!
die! – anyone absent of pillbox hat is un-yum
osama’s bye-bye and POTUS cries like a femme dyke
but why? mummy has no mon-mon: put sugary cookies in my tum
in my tums roll hitting the floor--I mean--the window, which I--I mean--I broke the window and down the hall somewhere there was a apparition (of) laughing and anti/acidwriting "bits and pieces" on the wall--that is to say--probably that was the glass.
ReplyDeleteShe put the ring in--I mean--on and everywhere the ceremony of innocence--probably--was loosed--no--everywhere the blood-dimmed bustle was tide whitened and they drowned--I mean--she swallowed up the groaning of her stomach until it spilled over the toothy lips of the window, which by any other name would--probably--smell.
Wait--that is not what I meant at all--elsewhere the apparition (of these faces in the crowded--that is not it at all--boughs) turned in the crotch of the tree trunk to laughing periodically outshot gun shells bouncing hydrochloric from a tooth and a lip through the windowhole--that is--onto the floor in bits and pieces to heal by insertion and she--I mean--I heard somewhere that every type of oil is essential.
Which is to say--
EAT STYLE / & the thought makes me puke like DRAMA
ReplyDeleteLAMENTATIONS : (descant) a station unwinds a skein of telepathy the pink sky settling & a whole clamped onto nothing.
a corridor shown so you make a bad decision it's DIVINE / LAMENT : (pianissimo) a ravening cinched a black lung inside of which the scene takes notice
[a lady tied to a crossbow seethes & plays a shield. her breastplate is made of skin the skin is painted gold, she can sing. a lady invents for herself an order then becomes a harp.
EAT STYLE & DIE
ReplyDelete& die?
ReplyDeleteWhat is this,
a rodeo?
where am i,
a rowboat?