Stretch Out

we don't stretch very far

and the cracked road sunk with rainwater

swell          flush out the rot of a million nation's tombs

wash thick red ink baked by waking suns     steam

on off-ramps and dye hard packed streets          chestnut brown

aged in iron casks          out comes meadering souls

to fill out the space between the white           lines

to amble forth     siphon the air from what's left of the earth.

Let me be

I've stolen lines from many poems.
all of them mine. I'm not sure
where all this is going, but I'm
sure my student loans will make it
there before me this time.

                                            How many years
is 40 thousand dollars really worth? how
many office hours? how much PTO?
who can tell you but the banks and your
most recent training/orientation exercise?
there's a sun being built on the inside
of every office temple in the western hemisphere.
I hope I can retire here, in another 50 years. what
a wonderful gift to my children that would
be.

       Voices whisper down the lane.
the next powerpoint is the next great line.
Assembled oldest to youngest by height
by sex by weight by skin by hair made sure they
look almost all the same, from the corner near
open door bathroom stalls. Graffiti on the walls
in black n' red ink. Each carry the link to the
ledger online. You can pay your taxes complain and
pay a usage fee at the same time.

                                                       can you make out
what they're saying? It's hard to tell what it means or
where the money goes and hopefully you'll have
worked yourself to death before you're forced to utilize
such degrading charity.

                                        Take a number and wait in line.

Bathroom breaks take historical precedence

black and white heads
bent over manuscript page,
a turning dial, where?

out there,
the color of the world is blue,

between my windowsill
and me is stitched harmony,
the faraway,

what's a contrail to entrails
of the twisting city mind?

it is ever expanding
eating green yellow brown
chewing west soft solid hard
spewing gray smoke char,

black and white hands
planting dead tree effigies,
locked in potted soil, how?

in there,
the scent of the world is artificial,

within my body
is swilled chemicals and abstraction,
a holocaust,

What's another sip to numb lips
a bottle cap blocking the digestive tract?

it is ever replaceable
branding new copyrights
into rotting fleshlights
spewing irradiated sperm,

black and white feet
step on yellowed edges,
bent to the last eye, when?

from there,
the last of us wait for the signal flare,

from my eyes
the distilled images of  television fantasies,
a swarm,

what's next on the schedule
the next lifetime to be archived and marked for erasure?
once something is destroyed
it can be understood
once something is dead
there is nothing left
we can learn from it.

Eat Your Fry-bread

Black copters over five corners
fly,
'If you are an enemy to the status quo,
you are an enemy of the
United States,'
that's not my America
         not yours
         not ours
that's an occupation force
a preoccupation with violence
staffed by brainwashed control uniformity
at war with civilized state
at war with mountain, valley, hill, tree
          the city is a reservation
          corporations are casino towers
          at work to determine what's at stake
                    America's fate
                    yours
                    mine.

I hope it hits you in the face

coming in fairly short
missed runaway slim
two lane drop zone
wingless flight, pictures
in head, kill the earth
where it stands, bury the
evidence in the cosmological
lie, all existence is finite so
fuck it, ya? they'll(re) make(ing)
movies about that shit,
pollute negate ignore
this is all you got to look foward to,
there's nothing

I am prophet entropy
calling you back
calling you forward,
heat death, end of time
fuck'all, right?

let's take this planet with us
when we go, humans deserve it
we earned it, it's ours,

there is only us
and shrinking (or expanding)
whatever our numbers tell us,
space, all empty without our flags,
sad really,

we'll throw some out there
some day, we already send out
trash and cameras, anyway
to get rid of it, ya know?

I'll mark it up on some calender
post an inspirational quote on
tumblr, those seem to work,
and we'll sleep tight under
the chemtrails, under the heavy snow,

I'll carry a wallet of bitcoins to
the funeral march, scattering their
abstract existence by the roadside.
singing all the way
one of our all-time hits

starts with a girl in the middle
encircled by men, uncountable,
uncomfortable.

ends like this--

(it) Kills

so long
you spoke a
word
goodbye and it
was spell,

I told you walking
forward

was a lie

you insist on finding cracks in
rock face, picking scabs off
my poor arms, poor legs,

I am exposed but you
turn away,

why? I don't know why
you've come,

will you take my fantasy?
will you strip me?

Is this end,

I have planned for all occasions
all outcomes,

I refused to write them down

they are forgotten, but I'll rummage
when time is near, when bell rings
for dinner on the buffalo's plains,
writ in sky, writ in holy high,

so long you speak the word
and I have followed,
walk in desert, no food, clothes
eyelids dry together, drinking sand
sad sand, all coughing,

I had hoped to lead myself,
master myself, but there are no
open spaces left, there aren't even
spaces, just names on tags
on shirts on souls on faces on dreams,

there's pavement and cars and bills
and whatever else,

the children force a mask on me,
it burns like ice, it warps, it spells

little sister sky little sister mud

it kills.

I Dwell in Milk

NOW

I AM SPEAKING

I AM ART

THE SKY IS ONE WITH
MY VISION
MY VISIONING
MY VISIONARY SOUL

I HAVE TRANSCENDED
                                          to what?
I ask the ether
TO NOWHERE
                                          is [her] answer
WHERE EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING
AT ONCE
I see it all--
                  or I can tell what's missing
I AM TRUSTWORTHY
                                       for
                                   the first
                                      time
I (EXIST) PURELY WITH EVERYONE
I AM BEAUTIFUL
ALONE
TOGETHER
EVER
EVER

I saw the sun fall past the horizon
screaming out the name

I HAVE BURNED AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

I AM MITHRA

I
BRING
BACK
FIRE
TO
LIGHT
THE
EARTH
EVERLASTING

Well-Behaved Fascists

Sit in my chair
and carry your ears to the
table leg of the seat on
the white-topped mountain
on the 7 hills of my birth,

they're calling down
the winter spell, the
one remaining thought,
the visceral truth
buried in the gut of the
worldmind,

cast your eyes
downward children
cover your ears  in
the cowering corner of
your birth, I'll make
everything seem okay,

I am your mother father
sister brother uncle aunt teacher
discipline discourse religion
government brain,
I am looking out for you,

I will make the right decisions
I assume your consent
I will write the history
I will spin the wars
I assume the responsibility
I will consume the sun

I am your one and only
God.

worship me with freedom
and belonging,

eat from my open hand
spread my gospel with guns
and greens,

I am your one and only
God

so very very well-behaved.

This is not what I want from life

The halls
are all piss yellow
walls and lights spotted
every now and then
at regular intervals by
bathrooms
closed down
8x11 black ink signs
meant to bar my way
while I'm
ducking the goblins
who refuse to smile
hi at the lowly ones
of the green badges
who can't pull the salary
of a human being--I wonder
at my desk what my soul thinks
each day as it waits outside
the gates dying
slowly dying soundlessly dying
ignored nobody listening--I blow a kiss
at the mirrored building glass that
lines the sidewalks at the end of the
day when my dreams
leave me for someone else

Blue

Oh, sweet crying frogs of saturday night,
bending will like stringy glowing golden bows
from the forest mother-umbrella,
green and dark and fragrant kiss
and life, sing lullaby to my love
and heart, solemn face in grand emptiness
swells sadness of death with immortal earthly stare,
and foamy caress and foamy kiss romances
ocean waves in long gone-memory song
sparkler fish tetra glaze, the universe blinks out
huddled over turning worlds bleary globe blue

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Schism world like madness growing old
terror ghoul soul lover inked forgetful
and demons praising god
flowery forgiveness
so your love so your hate
love, spin water aqua life love tenor
mix hatred claustrophobic insomniac
where they caustic i-i-i-i-i-i
fuck't creep,
killer, thought you'd weep and down with
Everything
cause it's fake, cause it's fake