you know

there's an atomic bomb in my mouth;

I just can't stop singing

Jesus, since you're in my heart

could you be so kind as to perform a bypass?

your crown of thorns is tearing to shreds

my most important vessels.

it's very inconsiderate

you, not Jesus now, but you

you're quivering like a jello mould on a plate in front of me

fork sticking out of your face

what's this

you're bleeding

you're just never done, are you?

I was sitting across from other mouths with bodies attached

In a circle of chairs, swallowing cud with my ears

I'm a cow

I'm a pig

which is it?

would you piss on me if I was on fire?

I love you more than anything, you know

???

Hugged by a devil, scorched retinas begging
And a pariah administers a rorschach test;
I'm staring at mossy walls through a keyhole.
There's an angel readying a guillotine.
I could have sworn that I saw a lurching beast
Or blood and skin in a bowl.
And suddenly it hit me - in the gardens
Of mist, dust, and carnivorous plants,
Rocks that sang like Hemophiliac,
And bathing nymphs melted into the water -
I was jumping out of a plane above Montparnasse.

mir(or)age

Weightless, I collapse into the space of memory
Unwanted images flash behind my eyes
Wildly flickering screens barely able to contain
Spasms pressed up against their glass
I see her floating through slate-black washes
Inside slimy mires of mind
I hear her whimpering, nearly
Drowned out by toneless buzzing
Lost in cold, reverberating dark
I've forgotten her face
Once burned in so deep
Now formless, an amoebic frame stretched
Colorless and emasculated across
The backs of my eyelids

quandary

Can't you see the wires tugging at my cheeks
I'm leaking oil and completely indifferent
My poems are about each other
Not themselves, not carefully zipped up skins
And you're fire gone out to find work
But it doesn't
I'm ashamed of a world that can't remember how to breathe
While my respirator kicks itself to loosen the needles
I don't wanna put words in mouths
I wanna put mouths in words
They'll leave the taste of fruit on your lips
Faintly caked with ash
Like the downy underbelly of a phoenix
Whose quills spill the chained vital fluids that normally drip
From the ears of lovers and fighters
The music is too loud
Slit your wrists so I can sleep
I don't want to help you