Dream logic gets my sober companion drunk
Vomiting silver in the private beehive of our wagon
I went to the cemetery and played you a too-fast solo
Mud seeped in the ass of my off-black jeans
immobile on the morbid floor
I warmed it last night with a controlled bedroom burn
just to plainly sing a song you danced to maybe
Time tape loops when I come here, abducts me
even without crystal or crag
Gathering shells and birthday candles
I line them flush to you
Whispering love in skunk-hallowed territory
Poor me, but a possum only lives two years
Baby hyperventilating to his soothing music and cracked window
Trimming the crusts on my stories
ONE SITE POSTS TO THE OTHER
It’s not cathartic crying on an exercise machine,
just a bright migraine I self-induce.
Bees in the gag now. Snotting into escrow.
Each day my face is unrecognizable to me,
making it hard to establish a cosmetic practice.
Tried to get into myself so much I locked me out.
Beautified, a draconian tag that needs to get low.
I die by the record and undie.
If the DJ plays my song I crown them queen.
If the DJ spots me in the crowd they know before I do
whether my mask is really this scary.
VIEW MASTER CLASSIC
The monster lands in front of us
Amorphous smoke billowing
A face of swollen snow
To the specter’s liquidity
A story of offscreen fame
Genius is like this
The meaning in its kiss
Encrypted with broken desire
A soundalike for fantasy
Repeating the chain link
Telepathy’s in duplication
Touch the psychic body
No, like this