prehabthe fat edgeMore Like This
meets sweet feet
and bright teeth
the splat head
with death breath
for god's sake
has hate sweats
garbage i wanted to doMore Like This
something about you
i couldn't tell where
you even ended
the only thing was
i was insensitive
to your needs but
they were outlandish
with such style that
burned off my eyelids
you threw away but
i broke my back when
i tried to breathe in
i thought it up but
then went through braindeath
i cracked a joke and
no one is laughing
applied a band-aid
and then i exploded
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak groveMore Like This
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
the packagingboredom behind bedheadMore Like This
an abortion that didnt happen.
I have a thing for a shot of Knob Creek in a pot of coffee,
and alarm clocks ringing for no reason.
you probably wouldnt wanna hear those stories.
souls are hulls,
and these girls are barnacles
lets go back to sleep
total interruptionthere are instruments of tortureMore Like This
no one can imagine
I can't even imagine
I am the perfect carcass
I'm my own substitution
I can't think of what isn't
of what's not or is missing
smoochesre that thing you said the day nothing happened misremember me, to make me better or, how i learned to stop at stop signs or how to tie my shoes, with rabbit's ears, then abra-cadabra there are no more solid surfaces, so what good is it to stop or wear shoes. i delight in exposition, i must first deny and describe myself, in order to secure a witness and the wait start over i'm not a person i'm a cotton doll with loathingMore Like This
2 [Schopenhauer]For intellect in the service of will, that is to say in practical use, there exist only individual things; for intellect engaged in art and science, that is to say for its own sake, there exist only universals, entire kinds, species, classes, ideas of things. Even the sculptor, in depicting the individual, seeks to depict the idea, the species. The reason for this is that will aims only at individual things, which are its only objective, for only they possess empirical reality. Concepts, classes, kinds, on the other hand, can become its object only very indirectly. That is why the ordinary man has no sense for general truths, and why the genius, on the contrary, overlooks and neglects what is individual: to the genius the enforced occupation with the individual as such which constitutes the stuff of practical life is a burdensome drudgery.More Like This
- from Essays and Aphorisms by Art
also indiowhen she tells me she's leaving again two mountains flash with floods and I writeMore Like This
about the local mission/hotel in downtown riverside,
how it was built well after the spanish had gone,
some fleeing by ship some by dividing themselves with the natives,
and then cum or conquer? Both synonyms for invade,
both the preface of the Extrapolated bio: Everything might really be about holes,
which can mean death, mines, fracturing in the continent,
which might simply be the onslaught of coincidence,
the immigration of seawater into the smoldering crater.
But then again what the fuck do we know?
Wild donkeys roam beaumont. I saw a woman step out of a casket and into a liquor store.
The Improbability of life arising without sun? Check. The Inevitability of life in too much sun? Check.
In beaumont the lowlands herded like boulders in rolling wrinkles, dead beaumont,
ancient angry beaumont,
then moving on she says you will move she says you will but beaumont god damn beaumont cracks like a brush fir