the pieces of paper
cannot be the only path
to stand on tall reams
against a red sky & scream from my throat
my chest on fire from all
the hearts i swallow
to be brave enough to
stand on two bare feet in tough gravel
bellow madness from my uterus
cunt & clitoris
change a young girl’s
night despite the soulless bodies of once before
never before men who
pounce on lonely dumpsters
my first night in america
& he steals the blue dream from inside of me
in sinai i barter for
barren teeth of asps that would trap me in dark coils
in mississippi i wade
through leeches & sentry spider webs
stretch a million
millimeters wide
to capture careless
creatures without their pocket knives
jungle juice swims red
violent in my head
vodka tosses blows with
witty comebacks & vacant remarks about nonsense
the place of it in my
mouth
i gag myself on his dick
he comes through the back of my skull
a metal gunshot wound i
survive
enjoy am stronger
each sunrise i sit a
little taller in the deep canyon
to think this would be
full of water
i relax into crystalline
void
the acid place where my
mind is patient & black
i pass a thousand images
in an instant
i have no visuals for
three years now it is all cerebral
i root in hieroglyph
& lie about my origins
where do words come from?
they preexist me
to discover myself in the
alley with marcus aurelius
making drunk music on the
mossy dumpsters
it’s a mixture of blues &
percussive wolves who live inside a grand piano
a collaborative effort at
unifying the diverse realms of forefathers and saintly dragons
who forgive fat foolish
knights on their asses fair
we write a one act play
fit for a troupe of medieval troubadours on their way to bhà laigh
their horses jump whole
castles
to create new verses that
will never rhyme
only laugh at words and
the outdated way in which we use them
i would rather the words
work through me
to do something beside
sit on the page
all stacked up cannot be
everything
i am angry & in love
it is a volatile combination
i blossom into one rare
cassette tape
where the cellar rats
migrate in the winter
where the bats go deaf
from echolocation
where i harbor contagious
wrecks of old mexican motor homes on a dust road
my tires red with elk
blood
i dry heave alphabets
into a rosebush on arapahoe
i melt on top of the iron
fireplace into a plastic puddle of lighter fluid
bubble in macbeth’s
maggot mead gruel
i am cruel to antelope
make jokes about their
horns and how they are men masturbating in prison
i am mademoiselle
matriarch & i mate with a black mountain bear
who roars each morning to
wake up the alpines
i forget about the former
he element that stands so present
before my last flight to
baltimore
in boulder i choke on
cough drops
i won’t come to a logical
conclusion by hosting imaginary symposiums on my mental state
if anyone gives me a hand
grenade i will lob it over the fence of congess
march up to each fat fuck
and spit in potter’s eye
i am adverse to what a
good strong current that trickles down & dries out
here i
can evolve
sprout legs
or swim back the way i
come
