(emotionsthatrushinwhenyoufindyourfriendinyourboyfriend) [AKA] {ouch ouch ouch ouch the couch the bed the heart the mouth...}

treachery deceit, discreetful deceit, displacement deceased entanglement with me injection with he interning with trees and plowing disease and placing in me what i placed into thee but knowing what he is inside of with thee with i watch upon the watchtowers believed to have bled its heart into the sea and washed out salted baltimore me and replaced in its place a piece of the three that remain down below and in heaven it snows so soft and so white and its awkward at night when you witness the fight and then flight is the instinct that takes down your mind and your body goes down and four floors you go down and the sounds in your mind and the sounds from your mouth are both soon drowned out by the drowning of drought and the doubt starts to grow and it slowly will toll and will tax and it smacks you in the face for its lack of a statement and great men will be beaten while the weak will still grow and ever closer to the end when we know and can look back and laugh like we did in the streets when we were awake when we should be asleep and the words we said then are unknown but to win them back we must plan our attack the assault begins when the deed began but we want no war and you play with your whore while i slam the door: in my mind: not this time. this time is extremely like we said before when we tried to close the door and you cried over freshmen while i lead you back to his den which was your den and just then when i couldnt open up the door and i knocked ever softly incase you didnt answer and answer you didnt because of the insect that was biting you down and strapping you up and throwing you down and slurping you up and sticking it in and feeling you up and looking me down and sizing me up and you listened so closely but from so far away and ever i question your motives that day and the book for the cook what was its place and the days i was away just made it easy but the days i am back now you will lack the thing that is me but in my place he will place his piece inside for free he charges no fee soon will move on and still youll lack me and wouldnt you see that the night isnt dark when we drive without speed and deep inside art we know were apart and years before gears will start taking a part of me apart ap art taught me nothing that i couldnt teach to myself and we know we must dwell to drill into our souls and mine black gold from my blackened heart and profit on our pity of ourselves for the riches are never ending when you own the wells and the refineries but finer then me was the shortstack and three eggs scrambled while the syrup soaked up the butter and he cut her waffles with watchful eyes and she wouldnt deny and it was all extremely fine for the fork in the knife and the spoon could not lie and so it fled and fell off the table and the metaphor wrapped itself in upon itself and repeated itself inside of itself and soon the shelf couldnt be held up by words alone because the words were to heavy and the cupboard grew weary of the repetition that was within and without a doubt it gave itself out and fell flat about the remains of its southern regions that soon would heave again and ill see you later is what it said and only the triangle would laugh for it was the most sturdy structure in nature but when it is inverted and isosceles it is extremely volatile and will start its trial internally for the interns that we sent to the trees were soon made to see that only growth could become of deceit and only souls would loose their comfy cushions against the heart and soon the thrusts would be pushed into the plushness of the flesh that came quicker then the bread that took days to make and an hour to bake and so thus the conversation said

hello are you in there
this is awkward
extremely
ill see you later

SIX DECEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{tonights head lights tomorrows bed fights}

thoughts pool like cess inside of me
words swirl around and contaminate the purity of my existence
and then i wake up from my delusions of poetry, i stand errect at the window and glance below at the people, slow lee walks across the road followed by the shadow of growth and the lights of hindsight with the tail lights in reverse but the skip card was played before hand and we no longer go behind us to the answers from our past and the answers from our future havent reached us yet because they went by snail mail which was in deed to slow but in print too crisp and in passing too fastly but too much past me and too much lost me or i lost it but this is it and this is what ive got and ive thought and ive thought and ive sought and my cot is like ice my thoughts are like hot my thinking is just not and my mind is in knots but this is what ive got and by god ive got a lot but inside of my pod is a fee thats a lot like me but not me and not she and not the answer so the answer must not be inside myself inside a pod inside my mind so where can i find the answer that never got here by post the most we can hope for is that the friar didnt switch the poison with the elixer so hell fix her but fix me a sentance for insistence of indifference to my passing on the road a casting of a most unfortunate person who played the piano partialy exposed 

TWENTY-FOUR NOVEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(iturntwentyinninteenhours) [AKA] {super nintendo sega genesis}

standing at the center of a sentence my pretencions  gains a presence hates the reverence takes the reverend only then can we end what the people must begin can we vote and can we hope to vote on hoping can we toke or can we joke about the only place were roping not the same as the ending of the ends that were frayed still we gave the slave a grave and took him to the page
my mind works wonders and my rhyme twerks others but the time that i devote to my life isnt smothered by the line that holds me tight to the other end of life and i keep pulling just for rowing saving that for laters sake. i cant think cannot conceive cant contain just what it means all i know is knowing nothing buttered toast is crispy muffin wheres my blueberry wheres my scone wouldnt you like to make me known i know you know what i dont know but still the seeds will soon be sown for patrons place in later owned markets farms and clouds weve grown how much for a wheat bread a loaf ill give you half an ounce if you make me a bounce

SEVENTEEN NOVEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(SHAMEONYOUCALIFORNIA!!!!!!!} [AKA] {hummingbirds may lose the plot but looser are the words ive got...}

once upon a time i had a dream i had a vision then out came the scene and all i had were some revisions but the livin that is givin to the pigeon holed in kansas was the frigid boulder rigid like the colder mouths of tandems and the plots we lost were the plots we sold but the pot we got were the pots we growed and the knots we fought were the nots untold and the trouble we sought was the lot that we owned 
once upon a time i had a flight i took for fancy and the train that took it home wasnt fast and wasnt glancey but you glanced upon it sat down in it start to fidgit then your rigid like the boulder growing older from the verse that this took over start to stand still start to look out start to beat down eating free doubt doubt your debting date of dears and start to steal your truffled tears
that is when i saw the corridor looking like a poor and tired whore who had handed me a cold sword telling me to jump up on board telling me to start the engines telling me to set the sails yelling me to look into her failing me with warnings ahead
open up your silly eyes and see the ides of march 
compose your compost composite your host and hold on to the hope youve lost
change will come and change is spent on chicken dinners and paying rent but what youve got left burnt inside of your pocket is the memories tried against the tests the sands of time the beaches stretching through the finest places space is warped by time is warped by space is placed in place
not now though i dont want to i can make you you cant make me i can make he he will just see he will taste me and how it be
or is it really because the cousin in indiana doesnt do dopamine hannah lost her state moved to montana ate with joe who doesnt know so hey he listened but did he hear me pressed his ear up to the chimney scraped the soot and took the limits me my foot is jammed with jelly jill she ate the whey mc flurry didnt take the pressed ricotta ground the coffee for her soda buttoned up the formal sofa late to class but only sorta couldnt walk and so they rolled her now shes lost inside a blue dome painted green onsides of freedom planted free from freedom for them by them took them from them by them voted lost and ruled by fear from eight little monkeys not unclear but look into the props that weve won look behind the props that theyve sung soon youll loose your loosely formed son whos rights were just there but not won we can beat the sounds of our drums with the beating hearts of our fun take your sagging brain and your tongue tied together with your own thumbs now youve sunk into the kingdom animalia that is all young grow up soon and take our waste from us for thus forth we are pushed on by our drives and death it will come stroke it harder first so i cum clean it up and maybe your gun pointed up will fall up to the only powers that are ruled by pushing buttons just with our thumb make it brighter so the bombs jump out of our skin into submarines of fancy hats and caped rungs building ladders chains and planes of hopes and dreams and minor things that majorly will take our brains cause they have felt the ripping steel from stolen seal and harbor eel love logging out and blogging in them only then will we taste freedom only then will we taste freedom

THIRTEEN NOVEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(back into the swing of things) [AKA] {Stipulation of train station patrons}

silly strings a silly thing to sing about aloud and out on a crowd of sound in your ears is a crowd in your head is a crowded bed is a crows feet is good meat is pretty sweet when the sugars neatly pressed into sheets of cane and candy lane and dandy warhols sandy wars all the campy for yalls open whore fall down like water something totters nothing teeters between the tweeters the speakers speaker deadens ether but reddens creepers of medicines squeezer and reefer madness is madly laughed at but bradley naftwat ate his math class when the math class ate his numbers that he crunched so he could digest them for lunch or possibly brunch either way the automaters faithful haters scarcely scared the sacred seepers seeping into outer grounds and sleeping with our outer crowns but crowning like the crows were bound to space and screamed without a sound but then we found the bugless mound that grew side town into the rounded pounded place that took up space and related back to faceless face featured fruitless ly with please of bargins sales discounted matresses flattened steel and distressed palaces placed pequiliarly perpendicular to alices open side door window that gripped on with dallas's idea of infernos that kept on to chastises placed in chalices and spaced by halibuts ate by nematodes fostered closing rose bushes noone knows open to noones nose now only neville knows knowing is nothing new nothing is novel to navel refinancers sailed by prized monsieurs ladled to wine devourers aging the line of followers plumitting nail hailed cabs and the sky is pale not for the lined boat sails today we sail and sales detract from our pail of pears pulling its weight through fear fearing its weight will tear feeling the freeing tears bleeding the freezing jeers healing the failed years over and paved its deers into the latent fields

TWO NOVEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(Words Half FAIL) [AKA] {anything to say?}

la di dah la doh day ive got something good to say at least i say today that ive got the way and the way of the weighty is weighed in whey and curls will curdle if they get in the way of the path of the boulder thats crumbling away and mountains become boulders become rocks become sand becomes dust becomes just while we lust and the rust of the fuss is betrayed in the crust of the surface of our hearts that we wear on our skin because we beat ourselves so that our heart may beat our blood may beat our souls may be the oldest coldest hardest diamond that there is in the world inside our furled brow inside our soiled towel and ontop of many scowls given to us that we accepted with glee and rejected for she wasnt the only one who had them to vend and we sent them to tim who upon recieving the goods was good to me and mean to bees whos honey he had suckled for the ruffles and the shirts that had buttons of gold for untold purposes only because he wanted them and only because they wanted to shine so shine they did like a star in the sky or on the stage but no where in between and there never were stars but we were all born of them for we are their children and we shall be again as the cycles will tell but bicycles will fail and fall will yell and its words are leaves and they sting like snow and snow is cold
coldness is engulfing like a flame of these higher emotions of residing implosions of designing for trophies and were hiding ours mostly to keep them out of sight for the fright of the night when we see them and decide that we are the owners of greatness and we give away our humble but even so we crave power and we will desire it and on desiring it we have claimed it like columbus and the radiator 
cans and bottles but none are round and all sound the same on all saints day and all hallows eve we shall never learn to weave but only to tease being taught by a tease we show pleasing scents and gleaming rims and all of this is a feeble attempt....

TWENTY-NINE OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(Words FAIL) [AKA] {what the tiger what the bell what the motion what the hell}

something something in the night something something starts to bite something something starts to fight but fight the bite and youll be quite amazed and dazed at tritans smite but like the dyke your tyke is bright and inside outside day is night but in the night you hide in cover and under night you dive neath covers and cover lovers with smothered brothers might be kin but never others happen stance and hate the cover this one sucks but that ones better this ones better but that one sucks this one fingers that one fucks this one tickles that one dug this one squirmed and that ones fluff but fluff n stuff is huffed and once you get enough you buff the rough 

i cant do this right now
i dont feel anything
im just writing words mechanicaly...

FOURTEEN OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{Nippley nipples are ripples of fun}

n i p p l e s yes lots of sex nipple sex with the rest of the pests who ate the chest out of my breast the beast is best when ridden fast and you cant sleep within the sacks of tax and pax and sado mass but take a class in getting past the rising tide of milky rats and feel the gas that leads the raspy voices past the asking bass who took my ass and tried to grasp the meat and has oh yes he has and he will grasp and let his feast take over masks and rip off sheets and open casts and it takes weeks and may be fast but over feats will we be cast into the pits of dieing lasts and can we see the trying tabs of those who still are piling crabs and s


nip tuck nipples suck just my luck ill never fuck ill never play and inside me there is a way and in that way there is a day a dawn a gay old time to play out on the lawn a stay inside a place thats hiding from the world outsides colliding insides hiding inside siding spider piling finger flicking flying high and flying solo once upon a midnight oboe least of all the written grotto wasnt open for the bozo or the booze oh where are yous and where are mes and just like me and we shall see and when we pee we plee for glee and justice isnt suffice foreclosed office stoop to rob us ate the walrus hate the call dust fate is all us wait for 


my nipples yes my nipples start to sipple then you suckle they are supple fight the knuckle they are fickle fight the sickle they will rupture oh the puncture oh the function oh consumption start the munchin grasp the luncheon ate the munchkin ate your punch then hate the bunch and break the bumps and lumps and humps of someones thumps are rapid jumps into the funk of once i bumped into a trunk I crashed a stump into a steak I ate the meat that was my plate my plate came once and I came late and twice I placed and faced the rake and faked the rape that ate the snake but ate the snake that raped the plate and played the game that players play and said the games that lovers say and helped myself into the day the dawn the lawn the nimble fawn the best the rest fell on my chest my lovely chest my lovely breast it fell abreast the left my chest and left my chest for the rest of my nest and nested neatly into the seemingly sinking feeling leaving me behind in my behind and started to grind and ate the rinds and rang the times and all the time it crossed my mind it crossed my kind of leaping mind that kept on right to the night and nicely neatly filled me completely filled me sweetly felt it briefly tasted meat and tasted me and tasted places sacred tasteless scented wasted placement graced it grazed it phased it taste it TASTE IT! Tasted flesh and how you craved it craved my taste and now you bake it mix it save it savor flavors of my craving crave her never need her never see her now you seem hurt now you gleam your favorite humor haven’t heeded nor succeeded now you’re conquered cant concede and cant contain your yearnings earnings cravings blazing human glazings manly bastings pull a few strings then your through things pull a few things then you lose things mostly new things now they’re true things place in me your sorry blue things place in me your lovely pink things pink brings blue brings new brings screw things grew things ate things played things hate things love things these things my things my thighs my lips my eyes my taste my place my date youre late your wait it makes me wait it makes me take me take you take us take lust take busts take pest take from my breasts into my hip and start to skip but take a dip oh take a nickel start to rip so we can quickly quibble little and touch my nipple suck my nipple fuck my nipple and just be simple just be cymbals ringing while your bringing all the pleasure to these strange things licking flicking taking take me take me take me wont you make me lose my grace and in its place wont you place that moistened place upon my face and then well place our hands upon our chasing out our facing in our placing with our pacing to our braced against our breathing heaving heavy wetly bet me besting best in you and testing resting then were through!

NINE SEPTEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch put it in a pouch and never take it out}

stick a needle in my eye watch me cuz ill never cry but stick a pen into my heart because the start will jump its card the credit limit went far over the bridge we built was never sober the clouds we rained were soaking dover and the skin we grafted rotted clovers but lucky us our luck was out and we couldnt stand to loose without a piece of the puzzle action or pie wake up in the morning were sure wed die inside and out were sure wed fly but flying required defying gravity with lieing to the earth and prying through the bursting feeling of the breathing and the yearnings of the living the the heavings of the dieing and the cleanings of the crying for the words that were spoke were spoke unjust and the burns that were cut were filled with lust and the purge that we birthed was made of rust and the hurt that we felt wasnt quite the best and least that we wanted was someone who haunted our days and our nights and who seared our sights and the flights of the ripes of the apples to the pie were the flights of termites who ate metal and died and we lived inside of the peaches and bided our time with the line of the concusive lines and the sign of the times was the sign that confined and confided into the pen though the pin wasnt lent to you but my pencil was so full of jesus's soul so i couldnt but use it to free all my evils and the sins of the people were the fins of the eagle as it dove through the snow to the mountains deep center and the heat that awaited it was naught but a rock and yet still it was hot and the liquid did stop its decent and the tent that it errected was disected by the beings that claimed an intelligence that was greater still then the people of the earth that lived and breathed and worked the soil and the soil wept with each stroke of the axe and the axe wept with each stroke of the tax and the taxing that was faxing was fascinating and the desacrating of the monumenting was relating to the condensating and the permeation of the standing station of the trains that delayed all their people motions and the rotions of rotations and the sotions of sutation and the lotations of elating were eloping not detaining and connections were made and protections were braved and the songs that they sang were unheard by the prayed and they prayed anyways and anyhow and anywhere that they were heard and they were heard wherever they said they were heard but who heard them and who sold them after they were forced into herds and the sheperds were not kind to them for they scolded them with hate and they scalded them with water and they burnt their eyes with willow rods and they spilt their lies with pillow sobs and they opend eyes with out a sob for the burns did make their lids disolve and without lids they continued to see into the dark that they could bleed and bleed they did while eating figs for newton knows that few things own that which is grown inside of your own and even your own can create what you loan to the others for rowing to the center of the lake and in the lake they start to take where you cant shake their tail or their trail only their hands and fall into their plans and the plans to protect you are now to elect you and when they elect you they slaughter your face and your heart and your chin and than they begin to start the damage that is real and tandems that are also an ice cream cone and an iced scream so we hear your cold chilly voice scream out without a doubt that its out of breath and your lungs we know what they sound like when they flap against each other because there is no more air in them and all that is left is for the skin to rub against each other like a crickets wings and listen to them sing and listen to them sing....

TWENTY-SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{whip whop flip flop drip drop skip hop!}

sit atop a little cot and think about the day 
but even though you start to grow 
you still must cut the hay

and when its cut 
its just your luck
you have run out of hay

but hey
its hay
and hay
is hay
and hey
its hay
today

so start to grow another field with something that isnt hay
like hats or cats or ceiling wax 
or some will run away

different syntax different style differnt lengths to run the mile but different times in milestones thymes for heart of chokes is a heart of rhymes.
and a heart of dimes is hard at times when hardly hearts have hardened rhinds and rhindstones shine when rising signs reflect the light off dying mines where gemstones grow and start to harvest and havent heard of open forest and trees are chopped and turned to logs and hogs are dropped on top of logs and cooked so slow so tender juicy and served atop a plate of blue steel and steel forks  will pierce their meat and silver pork is what theyll eat and pigs grow fat on others waste and we grow fat on pigs on plate but the pigs wear hats from others waists and waiting lats is where we phase.

phase in phase out phase atop of pigs snout

snout snout snout it all out

start to shout
drown it out
play it out
skin the cat
eat the fat
and slay the rat
play the bat
but hold the mat
for falling hard
is not what that
is all about
so start to shout
and shoot it out
but never pout

a collection of poems by a collective of knowns a deceptive of moans by the tepid of gnomes the skeptical ohms will never come home and the prodigal roams are the plains that we own and owning is silly especially if billy is the type of your goat and you start to gloat and inside of the goat you will find its throat and the throat is the throttle for the sharks in the puddle and the puddle is probably portable not indeed likely to find a deed to upset minorities fighting the glory fiends of heaven sent pouring cleats cleaner than seaters of readers set on the deeds but deeds are done and done are forks inside of porks which we already ate so clean your plate and pretend your fate is decided by great er powers than you 
and move onto the stew!

TWENTY-SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{Once once once once once i ate a packaged packaged dunce...}

havent thunk havent thunk some is drunk but others dunk drunken dunk in duncan somethin....somethin...cant think...wont think joe speaks another drink havent drunk lots of thunks something thinks something winks flickers in and faders out and sabers out we take the lout and steal the loot for others boots but inside our own is something grown something thrown something died deep inside just tonight i have the sight to see the sites of interest eyes  
interbreaks 
interludes 
post breaks 
post loops 
post secret 
inner secret 
secret innards 
secret dinners 
dinner diner something finer something caked and lost in space but out in here we learn to fear and what we fear is freedoms ear 
whats inside! whats inside! 
OPEN THE BOX IM GOING TO DIE! 
screamed the cat, now how bout that, the fifty fifty sure looks nifty once its pried from something thrifty two dollar tuesdays half off saturdays sometimes sauteed always flambeed 
whats it mean whats the sheen how much for your tamborinee? wont you play a song for me? mr man of salty teeth? or mr man who salts the trees and kills the birds with deadly bees? and sticks his heart into the weeds and waits for wasps to watch it bleed? but what is blood but food for flood on floors of four forbiden doors and doors with holes for keys to fuck and insert in their brassy thrust? 
understand and understood flour ground from outer woods and outer goods that wouldnt know yet always grow when peanuts sow and soy beans bend under toe and towing so that beetles grow and telephone poles are grown and sowed so someone somewhere always knows.....

TWENTY ONE AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT