i grew involuntarily in the womb
& after seeing this world for 40 years
i have the urge to dissemble myself
to take a large sharp knife & strip off my skin
tossing it over the telephone wire out there in the street
then to pluck out all my organs
first drop kicking my heart over that suburban roof there
& secondly my spleen over those green trees
& so on & so forth
then to crack off each rib, tossing them to all the stray dogs
& finally to pull out my backbone & throw it like a javelin
at a passing police cruiser
& bowl my skull beneath the rose bushes for the slugs
to have for a home
yes, i've the urge to dissemble myself mightily & voluntarily
unlike most men who are just merely broomsticks in life
& then are thrown in a hole
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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- give me the one-way chute
- when it's yr every third thought it makes you yawn
- one day yr bones will tap you on the shoulder
- sink in the fangs
- all my life i've given nods to nothingness
- one finger unsalute
- manure & the other side
- give me a one-way chute
- my moments are a string of piss stained empty cups
- the same song forever
- ironically it's the only thing holding it up
- in the hands of the clock
- no voltage in the soul
- my definition of hope
- loveless
- today the void is a pearl
- mightily & voluntarily
- the middle man will break yr heart everytime
- the unamerican dream
- tonight i cannot recall
- where i live now
- primarily a scar
- the myth of the blood red tattoo
- if only they could see my insides they'd run
- gradually you realize there's a dead dog strapped ...
- once a lovely hole to wholeness
- madly dancing in the furnace
- the grass & the children are green
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