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I’m a crook, crooked- twisted fiending for solidarity,
funneling and freakishly repeating consonants and common lore,
Loving lists and light, angling the bow and thrusting my good will in the air, daring to sink and slump into a patchwork floor, pour cider- see your face, exclaim my name with grace, I see too much of it.
I breathe- see the sun and sit here, demon seed and simmer off young bear,
Deed has not required of you and you’re losing your hair?
Tell a tree your sorrow and kill your loving mare,
Talk to me about lonesome lime light some, pull teeth without them, use your fingers, take the right one,
Don’t feel, just know the time when I ask it.

pulling pins
dark circles around the eyes of my lust,
it’s been working over time,
hollowing victims in dreams,
holding tightly to thighs,
sweet sensation; salty lips,
indented eyebrows, stationed south,
mad folk tale, forage for berries,
brittle plight breaking, soothing peasant speak, drifter
among passionate,
now akin to famed foe, feeling frightened, feeling every waking moments desires.

White ghost “moving with no obvious locomotion”

You cluttered drawer,
Dionysian! Kitsch!
You clutter their space, dense matrix.
You folly of youth,
Bold in face but without any obvious depth,
Sterile being,
Bare breadless thing.

We are your quivering thigh with every hair sprouting,
I am your ghost limb,
Made of ash,
Doused with something sweet.

Bit of green, crumpling,
Brushing against stitches,
Celibate,
Crutch.

Feral and wild
You burrow-
Untiring,
And with knowing effortlessness,
You as a sap with no leafs or wings,
Carry winter in your bone,
Bludgeon other roots in your sight,
Waking those who feign,
To borrow a drop of,
And hold in baggage-


Dyed with water oak,
They drown in shallow bog,
Eyes sink into you,
Maybe a guppy chokes on you
before you hit bottom-
“Sorry” bellows earth,
Beneath a soggy tree trunk.

and the hell and the falling heads. 

dead pen name, crooked monkeys showing their grills,

uncle erik bummin and stressin hundreds, in the bed but not resting, 

near complete but not tested, 

and the valiant nods, stumblin to the beat, 

we don’t need to eat, we get the ink drippin from your underbelly and that’s enough,

this is hell on earth versus a city, any city,

graft a slick patch and kick back, mitigate-

until you’re a molecule small enough to fit in your daughters mouth, 

until you’re a single hope or dream or hair on my eyelid, 

you’re the last of my spells,

you’re the only bit of rain on my lapel, 

take a number kid, you’ll be here for a while..

i’m a lonely moon and 

yeah, we’re still here even when you don’t write back…

Euphoric and holy nymph,
we are your quivering thigh with every
hair sprouting. 
Your prowess- 
and darkened days as dogs with your teeth peaking from lips parted.
All worldly amputations of
soul like lost naïveté, a ghost limb. 
But I still feel it and you’re
still prey.

I could feel the coarseness of your darkish gray beard running down my stomach the first time you looked at me.
You fall bleeding onto your hotel white sheets, you shouldn’t have taken those blood thinners, you’re gonna bleed out, daddy,
and by the way my birthday’s next week, I hope you’re still alive to see it, and a face turned pale and I knew what I did to you. And while I knew i’d be here, passing this hard cock in the road, my hard cock couldn’t help but go limp. 
I forgot it with his slight of hand, his fingers that pushed my tongue back into me,
But I licked my man’s fingers of all of my own the day we split because I passed his limit like a puppy with the same fervor. I only wanted one more slap in the face.