(Risk of Suicide May Occur)
(Wrong door)
God and Fault
If fault was a coat, God would be a coatrack - and that's it
And then walk away - maybe go to Butler School
challenge the three days rule
one's welcome mat relief after it was a tile in a magic carpet
or reality show suicide kitchen with straws of parodied cuisine
(What’s it taste like dude? YEEE HAW)
(Wrong door)
turned feet up by kitten paws
like checkered pinwheels monocultured
drench in corn starch to weigh down movement until still
bleach then splash flourescence
and behind the necking swings the child chews a spiral again
its in wine you taste the rot
misquitoes drunk drive into the sliding eyes
chasing shots with cages rust from martian chokeholds
“Those who demanded life could only exist on earth
died screaming”
anguish is a delicacy coiled around the shoulder like cold shrimp
tassels for each member
of a clipped toenail table behind stub doors
Your fingers can fit inside the keyhole
the mechanical parts are jagged expecting metal
expecting like for like
On the other side a chair with a chin rest
a desk facing serrated bowtie
all the while watching
not waiting for you to come inside
Spills from ocean to ocean between heaping looms
Around synthetic bends, misdirects, reroutes, detours
Expressed in debris behind the tears of encyclopedia portraits
With alphabetic notions of prestige fusing in the shadows of a diceroll
(I mean what was I supposed to say?)
getaway driver taught shrieks in inform uniform
while somewhere expands
history is the pressure to perform
(What we see in the mirror is a layer of dead cells, soon to be cast off)
a surplus of heroes ready to throw themselves away
No one knows the name to scream
(Rooster)
Awake or before sleep
the iridescence of all skin
an opal from celestial vaults
spat out another procedure churning the chaos with fear of loss (A…B..C..)
collect or evaluate a holy fuckable wound in every center
wheresoever a hole opens, inundated, torn of nonsensical laughter
wheresoever! squeezing the eyes clean of images before bed
incased in opal i rest, thin, rainbows , cake me avail
inundated wet pillows squeezed like sponges during causal terror
the expensive midnight watchlight can only mask and not delay
burying us underneath a quote auctioning those still alive
milking the women into billboards under a layer of dust
strewn spread eagle stars strewn wide across wide end load
Cars end red blood city cells to the center of the throbs
end city heartattack meatgrinder to my own throb cell

Cars end red blood city cells to the center of the throbs
end city heartattack meatgrinder to my own throb cell
Stressed not sexed
All we wanted was some wanted
wonder what

And four walls cannonballed by a billion dreams
Raised higher, you're hired!
so they went out on a fire escape to use fire to breathe in more fumes
Which rose up above the damage
dissipating into absolutely ambiguous, though deliberate clouds
It could be during a sneeze, a preemptive war
A surprise ejaculation
Anytime they would let the dog in
snarling out a campfire sniffing unknown fears
Hopefully its while you're playing a game, right?
a fan with four walls
but the religion is gaining flies
the mouths explode with only one or two at a time
exiting due only to capacity
honesty the gorgons gaze
the truth preserved defiant of time for as it moves, it ceases to be
when we were young, we did cease to be
and now there is the common game an immortality Assumption
listen to the gallops, feel your gasps
panhandle your concerns
ultimately die untimely too early or too late (baaah)
a metallic resevoir between our houses
I love you nearly yet, we bargain space (raise your hand if think the sheep are first)
a hole to be filled by nature, a big family diverse
I dangle my feet over the edge, onlookers chant suicide
I'll mediate any difficult transitions you may experience
the teleprompter menstrates battery acid
spools of fishing line you find in your mouth when first waking up
You feel it, stressed and scraping the organs in knots
as you try to yank it out
through the pain like a string doll repeated encouragements
nobody knows the name to scream!
The Labor Induced the brain chemicals of industriousness and the Minds at Work in The Chemical Industry and Those Not
I am more than the rope between two hungers
I and Other, Known and Unknown, Heaven and Hell
Pleasure and Pain, or 3 or 4
but at the banquet a statue slowly and for all time is saying..
(sick grace)
A deep forest of swords sheathed in stabbed earth
Forming sunken paths where related children ignore
Laughing to the very bone immersed in play
complete lovers
The joke is it swallows us from every angle
Endless buffet each person amount which virtues and shadows climb with indistinguishable lingerie
In the lava lamps that oversee the first proddings of immature lust keep churning (this story.._
the mashed potatoes for the elderly (close your eyes..)
Tread carefully over fields belonging to NO ONE
By the pool of shade a baby dribbles his ancestor's names (Close your eyes)
a silken reside for all time is saying Go (close your eyes) or come (sit in a circle!)
sometimes with fangs or a grimace for one moment, for all time
dips its head right in the glacial fang rippling silently in a glass eye
severing the rope of two hungers
to call out to the many thousands that then trickle in between

(You’ll especially enjoy this story if you close your eyes and picture everything that happens..)
(Cash register)