Carousels

I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on an uneven carousel spinning cotton candy web galaxies
a perfect woman floated across the fairgrounds recycling sunshine honey in her mothership
your tractor beams are fishing lines
my lips are bleeding green for you
I folded dove wings over cups of tea trying to end war
yanking these hooks out is like calling an air strike in the dead of the night
your middlegroundpoundcake sounds like earthquake drum solo's
my tastebuds my tongueblooms my lungs collapse beneath the foliage
Have you ever re-evolved on the carousel of light?
I'm wearing a paper hat, on a paper boat, with paper weights zig-zagging beta fish
and the clouds of smoke were really magic tricks by underwater sand magicians
I'm counting clouds while you count sheep
and I sleep with three eyes open so the moon waters my iris flowers
when you wake me on dead nights you are usually drunk
the police raided my house to tell me your phone was a breathilizer
somewhere a pyramid is wobbling and a dominion is sturdy
and I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on my canvas i drip tongue molasses sweet slow silky swirling slopes sliding secretly in silence
there isn't S on a chest that does not rise and fall with breath
no baby I know your smile is crooked as stockton highways
I stepped on a crack and broke my mothers back with the weight of straightening my life out
and each line I tug yanks spinal chords from your confetti factory
your handy tree branches grip my voicebox cutter
and I can only channel some grim prophecy to bleak speaker ashes
when you plummet I feel strange like i'm missing out on a sweet fall from the sky
I get high because I promised my mom I'd be an astronaut when I was 11
my cannabis children grow skinny when I'm gone
drink my darling infants
for the fruit of the callas is water on wooden tongues
and I fell in love with the fair
in the funnel cake tunnel smelling churro flower stems
laughing blind in funny mirrors at our distorted forms
will you find yourself in reflections
or continue to contort?

Drips

She smiled bubbelgum sunsets
sticky slates of pink snow slipping off her slender slopes slithering up my skull
blood rushing, tongue tingling
heat shimmering mirage woman dancing heatwave water bottles in a cottonmouth dessert
the drips
are like black widow belly red snowflakes floating slowly
cradled in my tongue the blood dots paint abstractions
this my graffiti slicer light saber bleak streaker contraption
holding onto your peach bleached my hands sweet clear and clean
sweep my feet away again darling starlet
on cold nights I can imagine voices screaming
and if you think i'm crazy about you
then this poem is a straight jacket
i hope you feel warm and sane
her lips are plush hazel maple lemon brush angles
eyes like Phoenix sneezes frozen bursting in utter darkness
she drips
like solitary bedroom monsoons
I wish you knew how much I love you
beneath the downpourage suppers she glittered crystal sickles
then harvested my knotted stomach cuts into her body
it still confuses me
the way she never felt the same
so i've come to these last pages to embrace a dying nebula
and in the starlight of the rotting
in the sunset of the smog
when we're finally so open
our insides hit the floor
i hope you save that juicy splatter somewhere deep inside your fabric
because somewhere in my journey
you hold an important place
she smiled candycane redwood white oak glowing rows
rainbow willow tendrils
and roots in pure gold
but her eyes
her eyes
were black holes
center
galaxies
wrapped around
molecules
atoms
figments
of my
head
and body
chemicals
drip
drip
drip

InHerNet

You let me plug into you and download anything I want

The slow speed left me in you all day and tied up phone lines all night

You showed me anything I desired

Your light is blue

And you connect me with everything

Us disconnecting sucks, like it megabytes

And my facebook is bound in strands of your hair with pages of human skin

When you upload your new life my eyes well up with crystal clear waterfalls of data

So why have I forgotten the password to your heart?

Us disconnecting

Unplugged my home signal

And now I’m lost in riddles and computer language translations

You are an electric God

And I worship our oneness

Even if it means disconnecting us from the rest of the world

And turning pale in the silver glow of the one mind

You let me run the deepest programs in the mainframe of your memory

And when we made love your software had a hard drive I can’t forget

You connect me with all there is

You are the root plugs and the electric soil

I need you to exist

Without the inhernet

I can’t connect

So where do I go now?

My search engine sputters nightly and soon it’ll break down for good

Even if it means sore muscles in keyboard fingers I’ll sing through your speakers

I’m pulling out each blue tooth with the back of a rusty hammer

So my mouth becomes a gateway to red swamps

Taste my poison apple eye pod of lust desire saliva

I lost the why fire long ago

And don’t ask why you have sex with meaningless people

Or why you throw up at mannequin parties

And visit my bedside as a ghost

To hum your steady whir of energy

You’re a black widow in a ripped website

And I’m writing the script to your romance film

If my space had a star like you I could sing infinite gigs

But this movie was pirated

Just like everything else you give

You let me plug in and download anything I needed

Souls should be priceless

Thank you for pure freedom

So where do I go now?

These hands hold us together

Fingertips are blinking red and

Tears broke my router again

I need the lights to become green so I can one day grow another garden

But what’s an island of fruit trees

If old models die monthly

There are windows into us written on walls and profiles

I use a logitechnique to convince myself I can live without you

Will I ever find another lover that accepts every fault possible?

And babies me like a motherboard?

Phantombs

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll tell you I love you and really mean it

and watch you become real again

a ghost visits my room on weekended nights

whispering childhood into my itching ears

when the dead touch my lips

these coffins emit you

letters buried in shoeboxes burn in my igloo

one of these mornings

when I wake to a silent house

i'll pretend you woke me up with a phone call

and speak in tongues

remember 2 am in brookside making love naked near so many rich people?

I fantasize about such glory in the future....

now I am a medium -a link to another world

digging shadow lakes for ruby pearls and purrs from girls

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll kiss your lips and really mean it

and watch you come back to life

only I see you as you are

are you a reflection of myself?

Am I alive anymore?

When will I be born again?

Syruhp

You are an amber lodged in rock

The flaring feathers of Phoenix birds

the tongue of a volcano

the gentle fingers of the sun

I look into your eyes and see infinite portals

you spin my light kaleidoscope gallery of galaxies

I squint to face aeons of your floating figure seance

a purple pulse glimmers in the bottom of hope oceans

you got a spell on me like a quote tattoo

You are a shiny new penny on the floors of dormant igloos

chromatic painting, watercolor, brush stroke of ships

I see aurora borealis raining down from your lips

beneath a waning moon silver dream shivering eclipse

there is no room for literal compliments

if i'm a metaphoracle, you are my prophetess

I climb mountains of gray bots

and from light years I glimpse fire

You are an amber lodged in rock

I am full of dumb desire

hold this urn of saliva ashes gently pretty penny

the incense inside is scented nag champa for

beautiful endings

cell phone

oh cell phone

you are a talisman of emotions

little magic thought square

aqueous glow so potent

in a cell of phones my hunger grows make words in cyber current flows

get my number so obsession grows home floating woes through pigeonholes

I hold onto an anchor signal dock in streams of silver screens

Each vibration sends a wave of energy tickling nerve endings

talisman light show blue snake eyes blinking back at me

tears tappin' plastic automated thumb ticks

emotional trips quick to vent in dumbdown text scripts

Im smothered by wires I don't know how the networks

im watching children fall asleep next to wireless dreamcatchers

insecurity stitch the beams around my head signal antlers

my head pressed to incredible mental dendrite sender

ear to energy wave colossal stretch rain the rendered

pressed

connecting bits of pressure compressing vectors of pent up stress

infect

my mind SIM mutilated

I joined human registry

soon we lose roots in tongue and speak telephonetically

discordless angst portions make morbid tears in face platelets

attach

you touch screens I touch trees and grow ash like pass that message back

call ended in dead battery I tap my mind wrapped around

hello

hung up by my callher

playing phone chords on guitar

held down by the pickup

oh cellophane reel hook my cinema sweet shame

read your words and made movies in my head to ease pain

i'm catching the nearest metro out to a sprint down lonely lane because

long distance heads need

long distant meds

im deleting numbers again receding unplugging-in

7 digits built in plastic case pray to the cross frames

holy ritualistic bait and suggestive digital fishing games

if the number you are calling is often disconnected

realize you're hung up and dial again this is the operator speaking

disconnect your cingular mind

att n t should be add

this horizon verse verizon

sidekicks ain't hero's

please

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

signal fading

read my phonographicnovel

can you hear me now? good.

im popping bags of popcorn with a hundred drunk dial rings

where four bars are in service all night and you can watch the strong signals fuckin' SURGE

snorting pick-up lines

saving every quarter and every dime

meet my ghost

my voicemailbox of souls

smell my garden of second thoughts

please pick me up again

i've been on hold for lifetimes

I havn't talked to you in months please answer just once

when the sun beams are drenching me I can't see your screen

and I don't want you to become just another

signal fading

you will never find the inner peace you seek through means of knowledge

in the garden of eaten souls we grow apocalips and speak

old trees shaking limbs saying

knowledge is not power

I see eyes sewed together by a pineal pin pressed deep within the conscious ocean churning resonance

this is my voice of knowledge imploding in on its origin

now hear eternal silence flourish

feel the orbs of warmth pourin'

cut this course of horse corpses and stop learning to die

the dead heads line ink tides reciting martyr cries

mother sister brother's with your sun core's dormant

come home to grow from glow beneath hopeless scarlet oceans

knowledge is not power

the voice is crowding every moment

can you even hear your heart tick in time before explosions?

shake that fear of freedom from your skull gullible one hold soul soluble unfold gold onyxes molecules

knowledge by the bottle sold chemically altered souls

Coughing clouds of clarity in foggy illusions

no wonder light is the darkest of all conclusions

the sun baked blood into bone where knowledge drips

like Huxley said

"You can't get clean rolling around in your own shit"

my physicists on skin bleed a rummage through past circles

I can't stomach the moaning myrtles flooding rest rooms of turtles

knowledge is a symptom for lack of better synonym

i'll cure your mouth with cinnamon tongue flakes dwindling distances

in the garden of beaten wives we hate our dad and fuck his daughter

i crystalized a scroll of ice to break the sword and stab forefathers

I own this berry gathering inhabiting massive fathom seed

intelligents your carcass stinks and sleeps in red magazines

no ledge can stop my skateboard

knowledge conquered by knowledge

like 2+2=foliage while fire stomached the oceans

I barked peace and fleas sucked my everything parched I breathe

trying to cancel balance every unstable epiphany

delete delete deleting me

I's the nomad of no fads chromagnet of clouds

setting fire to paper trying to make ash of water mounds

I have an aluminum cup of blood for Stockton Ginsberg mantra's

and spin corn on the cob web flower bedded thorn dancer steps

fear is the path to knowledge

fear is the asthmagician

the intelligender role

the wise crack in earth's soul

the smart asshole

the measurement of time

the birth of values

the garden of eaten sold

where we grow apacolips and speak to bury a hatchet so sharp the dirt bleeds gold

hop on my arc of star leaves we'll rain trees on red-eyed serpentines

and quantum leap the fuck from spoken tongues to open ancient holy

Eve please don't leave

this fruit is filled with us

Eve I ate a world

that was once made of love

you can still hear the blood drippin' from my tongue