Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held in the sway of regret,but warmed by your aureole.It is enough.
MoreConfronted with mountains, I dredge up a dream. Of jumpers in bat suits, those stylish suicides.
Morecigarette burnsunder the sheets the temporary bee stingsof random needlings pinpoint pricks purposely playedbait for a loon’s scratchings mad reveries in broad daydraw attention to comic despair Oh Doctor DoctorCan’t you see me burning burningCan’t you see me burn?
MoreIn fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and out of school unlearned in errantry and suffered doubt and went without a thought of parentry The road is long I sing a song in […]
MoreLooks like we’ll dance once more,brother-in-arms.My accoutrements are lacking,now,and I must bear this bareness.Tear off a strip,if you will,or make the unkindest cut.But knowthat I’ve developed a tastefor immolation.
MoreWe come from the Sun,they say to me,from the wrong side of my ear.But why?Why for?I mumble in cotton.For answer,they show their hands,oven-mittened.See. See our thumbs.They are wide.Splayed and strong.We will gentle you,raise you from the gorge. Life is but a dream.
MoreWe are sorry, Earth, for the interruption. I’m sure we’ll be back at it soon. You won’t even miss us. Meanwhile, have a rest. You deserve it. Teach the roots and shoots and buds a new season. Give them lemony dreams of a humming summer. Simpleness we will need. How to love you.
MoreWe come to you.Some, in lifelong love.Others, in fickle infatuation.More, in savage force-As bestial as the barnyard or the jungle.Assuaged until the next rut.Unable to accepta blame deserved,an ego bruised,instead becomingthe destroyer of worlds.Who, then, is weaker?
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