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strut machine,
you are in love with evil.
the ol’ hello dolly trolley,
with all your gears and fruits.
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my thai angel gay bar
shimmy those bells and
shoulder shells
slough off.
rolls of hotels
fly neon feathers.
gargantuan tarantulas
press deep on the strings.
callousing valleys in these prints.
steaking these joints.
roof shingles
slip from their peak.
the piles of lychee
stick slick wet with pink webs.
pilot that woven trance.
wrinkles of beef noodle
bowls of fingers fold
into wings.
thai angels shine, shook, and smoke.
that tasteless taste-test
of disgrace.
those peach globs spillin
over our pumps.
thumping running.
for the all salad dieting.
my machine gums
your toothy face
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the spooky boom special
halloween postcard collage 2009
sent to christopher karr anchorage, ak
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i would barf.
but instead i have this blanket
to throw.
mutherfuckkkkerrrrrrrrrrrs everywhere…
the teeth in my stomach are getting bigger.
Those Experimental Forests
Experimental Forests
those experimental forests,
with sounds like you.
lets bend air
and push rush dark water.
through our tunnels.
behind your sullen treasures.
there are
murky animals faces.
like tigers.
and the funerals funnel away.
maps of tree tops
and owl holes howl.
with snow,
we wiggle our toes.
we jiggle our bones.
far from where you thought
i saw things.
i saw things.
we saw our legs off.
and have grown bandages.
full, too full.
too dry for our wounds,
our stumps.
we dry up.
all the pine needles.
our experimental forests.
skeletoned.
I tear up.
i fill up.
with the sounds like you.
but its all dry,
remember.
remember
when we were wolves
our yowls howling
through owl holes.
i wanted to be a gypsy.
easier then.
those experimental forests
please
pretend you see things.
i saw things.




