Document 4

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 bhàlaigh

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only laugh at words and the outdated way in which we use them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