082408- Drunk heard poem.

I have a lot of drink-drank stuff
smoke some mango and Eggs Benedict.
Smoke some mango man.
I-I- those Mexicans never eat chili
celiot lindo de contrabando
the beautiful sky is forbidden
I said thank you, not damn you.
And you seem like someone
who needs to learn this
the way I learned this-
What happens at poetry camp
stays at poetry camp.
And you never told me
that he e-mailed poetry.
My life is full of scandals-
and she's got beautiful breasts-
she says, "I like scandals."

082608- Night poem.

I am like eagle shit
I just fall from the sky
and noodles are flaccid and shiny
but they're not flaccid,
they're not shiny.

And I want to kiss your face.
And you're sexy as fuck
so have an Oreo cookie.
And if I could afford coke
I would do it.

082608

I am open and vulnerable
my sleep eyes are flashing
and now I can't get you
off of my mind

and you are cigarettes and CDs
and long midnight kisses
and eyes that destroy you

in speaking and blinking
and you're reading my feverish mind
long with desire

I want you
I want you
'cause I'm not supposed to
and now you're stuck fast in my brain

spinning touch me
you shouldn't
'cause you're not supposed to
so why do I wake
with your face on my lips

and my dreams reach out grasping
I'm asking you
please won't you touch me
just touch me
I want you to give me

Your hair
and your eyes
and your lips
curled and grinning.

It is sweet and right to die for your country.

It is sweet like sticky licky sugar sutured
to a sensation stationed around the nation
ovation with pride-lied motivation
manipulation and calculation
caused creation capillary palpitation
panicked manic malformation
from passion patient passed down
pupil people pleasure pervasion.

And it is right like tight sight tingles
tortured and masculated
children of men of Americanization.
Spreading Jesus please-us
proper people pasted with propaganda
going candid for camera
captured malice masqueraded
multimedia proclamation

explore the televised sensation
of power pandered mobilization
with goal grabbed gates guarding
enemy sterilization
substituting simplistic existence
of listless persistence
and melodic harmony happy
home sweet home is nationalization.

For death is dually dosed
in double dozen batches
wielding matches meeting matches
paired by continental cut-off
click clack clashes
bloody bodied crashes
caused by red, white, beautiful
band brimming sashes

and blood bathed boys
brought up basting and tasting
violent silent dried-eyed lashes
awaiting thrashes from teachers
teaching tasteless tortured mashes
of heroic stoic seasoned soldiers
in liberty-clad mustaches.

Their heads filled and thrilled
by chilling killing folklore
of heroes heeding heaven
hasteless holding,
glory gained and gory
but rewards far worth the cash list.

And this their aspiration
a destination of gratification
with flags of silver star-striped saviors
to coat the fatal laceration.

And their hearts are worth the sacrifice.
The freedom come is twice as nice.
They'll fill the ground in one, two, thrice
for this is what they live for.

082508

War is a force that drives us.
And I fuckin' hate it
These battles bleed relentless
My culture is malignant.

And I fuckin' hate it
Thick toxic channels
My culture is malignant.
Veins rise up defective.

Thick toxic channels
Carry sick power to death
Veins rise up defective.
War is a force that drives us.


Written in collaboration with Mary.

082508- Why cosmonaut?

The chronic enigma
fondling sweet despair
vicious greed bash
and implode.

Exasperate the delicate
core; vicious silk.
Red, red, red, red
and trouble.

And why the studly spectacle?
Red, red, red, red
and silk.
Sweet silk the core

and fondle the
chronic greed vortex
and vicious delicate
the tambourine.

And red, red, red, red
the enigma.
And red, red, red, red
the cosmonaut.

082408- Found line.

Love was a great predicament
and a riddle
she moved behind the eyes
of conversations unspoken
and the kinetic desire
pulsing from touch.

She swayed like Autumn
buzzing electricity in the ears
and curling with the grin
of secrets spread across the lips.

She was powdered aphrodesia
whispering soft lashes winking
at the raised eyebrow arch
of bare skin and
broken smiles.

Love was magnetic.
She was raw vulnerable
behind layers of painted sarcasm
spread across her eyes
that left her expose without regard.

She was damaged in a way
that made her priceless
as she flowed into the tears
of those who spoke her name
with a voice that was cold like Mercury.

And in the breaking morning
she dazzled across the lawn
in dewdrops to reflect
your light onto the world.

Love was unanswered questions
extended "what if"'s
and hopeless longing.

She thought of you when she knew
she shouldn't
and she danced inside your skull
to spin your dreams around her skirts
and entangle your thoughts in her laughter.

Love was a great predicament
and a riddle
she moved into the constant ache
resting under your ribs
and her smile
was a song you wanted to die to.