Birthright 1Lay me, seated, at a table-faction of smiling dead: cadavers raising their forks and scalpels to their chests, gladly dining on themselves. Turn my head to that Roman rot; to the unknowing hairs of their long, unattached noses, strands overtaking the upturns of bottom lips; to the fingernails that question their place in the ranks of graves, and cusp the hollow of wine glasses like they do their own long-dissolved souls; and turn my head away from youespecially you, e sempre. 2</b>Yesterday I discovered the virility of your hands (and not my own)No, each of mine shakes a dinner guests and yields, yields, yieldseach timid finger an exploding woman, I the el
in Lieu of a Lie______________________________Our sky squatshostile and sad;what a wail of rainand wind whena hardwood throwsseveral hickory nutsdown wherethe runt squirrelwill be shovedfrom the nestto plummetand be rearedby the shakinghands of manbutman will soonplummet himself,surely as his wifedoes scream,surely as sheloves cold menbut not so muchdoes she lovethe cold.______________________________
God-HeadGod-HeadThinktinkerthoughtsee them fade... abouttouch another... instantof humanitygo upor downto dwindlewaverflickerand flock arounda brightidea... a wordof soundto dissipatein echoessound ...reflectionsof a murmurfrom afaryet a boombig bangka-blasterfrom up close L o J v o e yP e e c aThinkthickerthoughts</b>watch them nameor get namedblending inwith all ofknown realityacknowledgementuntil retreatin obscurityagainAnd wordsbecome transparentinvisible as soundthoughts withoutcolorationThe book opensI find Godhoodunder God-Headand realizehow we're allsystematicallyfooledeven imbecilesknow
Tractatusperhaps it's illogicalthe way i count your eyelasheswhen you sleepi had gotten so high one nightthat i swore i climbed themlike ladders leading towardsthe place where you held thoughtsthat you kept secreted awayi saw the first moment you knewthat i would break your heartand it was okay that my nameechoed in your head when i mis-steppedand caused a grimace and then a smilewere you an infant it would have beenattributed to some sort of gasi found out that you loved the wayi could not commit to a thingespecially you.
The Garden of Ethelart deco fruit punch spouts,The Garden of Ethel.but if i keep my mouth open,will the sun rays damagemy sunbathing throat gums and ridges?Why do the palm trees slouch?Why can i see the creases and wrinkles between the obviouspuzzle pieces that construct this constant blue sky?God: Ethel was fond of her slender ember sticks and she passed by way of emphysema. This world is the fallen eyelash of Ethel. A woman's flawed life and the sky cracks mark no sympathy.
AmphiprionAMPHIPRIONI have been a bloodless fish tossed aboutwith wild blank eyes -- whiter than the foam that smashed meinto rocks that flaked my scales and sent them scatteringgold vermillion flashing at the knees of stinking fishermenthat bent to taste me,one hand in the folds of their trousers where they started to stiffenand the edges of their boots all caked with guts.With salt crust forming in the corners of their lips they turnedto face each other, to shake hands orcompare rod size -- I made this community!A limp queen rotting into water where I lay with seagull shit and algae scumthat floated and coated the mouths of babes and still I heardharsh laughter,carried in the wind to sluice my innards from cliff facesand flavour all the oceans with part of me.I have been a wailing cadaver, slinging hooks to shipsand several first mates drunk recalled a mermaid, though they can'tstand the stink of the sediment under their fingernails at night.With the lack of light and of cou