Friday, May 24, 2013
When my rat teeth release the lemons, my rat tail stirs this dream a permanent Rip Van Winkle as my poisoned rat brothers relax on a towheaded cloud.
Demons purified through the spigot will turn pink and peach peonies when the skeleton pony treads the lonely sinking course.
Afraid so afraid of Night Laughter, sprouting up toe jam through the lockets of my most secret Medusa Door, wherein I see you: and what a lovely leaf bird collides our ruby eyes.
Revved and vague, ah: we insert a cartoon into the damp warehouse only to river an electrical current beyond taste: where bandages fly to kiss their wounds.
Balinese games across the land do lend a helping hand to ghosts who usher us through the news of fading occupants, young too soon.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
While there was joy at the division, beyond the gates I saw a spine a'walking; 'twas ten stones larger than mine own, and in each skeleton hand: a rose roasting its own thorns on a miniature grill, smiling at its reflection as we sought its eyes for a gateway to Trust.
Hand-lettered cassette tapes contained mixes from my soul I made for you while there was something rotten and dead in my head and you blurred into a crowd at a local punk show, leaving me with my pile of cassette tapes and a storm only the screaming distorted guitars could ever assuage.
Ready to lose a privilege, I shine and turtle-wax the oak floors until possessions (cars, televisions, homes) become séances in sunny starlight: bullet moonlight: another layer of wax: a bone-marrow snake huffing to preserve our lives passing in blood clouds.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Wakin on a pretty dazed day, I blistered my fingers gripping psychedelic records the lizards told me could spray paint a record collection upon the sun to kill a thousand lemmings.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Tell me and show me if I ever open my eyes against this tiny finger pulling this little trigger because Porcelain slashed an ivory wrist, singing, "I don't wanna be in love with you."