smiles should be pawned for bullet

face feels like its been dragged down a road
drugged
fugged up to only be forgotten
after birth
post rehearsal
year after year after queers
these systems collide
into similar refrains
into shrouds
covering the uselesness of it all
doing what i do
no matter what
life goes regardless
these are the settlements we have been dealt
—
732013
for no one

KILLCOPPING

love of the god/love of the dollar
greenbacked sentinals
storming deserted manhattans
for dinosaur shit
sick
decreasing the moonlight
across unbordered lands
banging the drugs
banging the drums
flame fueled frustrations
racist fractions stacking the corpses
racist factions oligarching the universe
perverse incitements
without indictments
badged bullshit badgering the unwanted classes
like splashing pedestrians with warm shit
on a humid summers day in ferguson
bullets in kindergarten heads
their crayola souls fizzing
into the atmosphere
like broken baloons
as we drown like baffoons
on our coasts
war torn shirts
wading in these
plebian seas
courteous fashion
in an increasingly uncourteous world
filled with 60 second love affairs
we ejaculate griping retards
born to demand and expect
sew your muffs shut and cut off yer balls
lets end this shit show now

-undated 2015-

Abyssinia (or I’ll Be Seein

there was never any faith to destroy
from within me
druidic fluids
slicing the slants from desperate visions
that still beckon you to your closets
(hidden shrouds of comfort fooling you)
setting fires to your plastickidthoughts
choking your lazy sisters with the fumes
from within me
these hazy a-to-zees that forget which side
of the street to walk on
fucked up neighborhoods give way to candy lands
of priestly memorabilia
let’s make new memories from hacked nightmares
faithing your exits from all these nothings
you were never a part of this world
only caught by a bear trap and devoured
by toothless djinns that live in my teardrops
now forever dried in your desert exorcisms
and now I sing your songs
forcefed handmedowns from a time now deceased
scribbled verse
low rise languages drowning in the clouds
of martian maritime mississippi dawns
from within me a growl does rise
acting out in fear of dying without ever being afraid
of never loving you again

-may 2013-

PILLVIA SLATH

A wicked path
To whiskey a dream
And paranoia busses
You into the city
Of knifely fears
Blue circle redemptions
Mechanical flattery
Instead of the frozen pizza
Perhaps I should use my head
Instead
Flailing humanities
These trite words we poets write
Animals fighting over prepositions
Such false treatises
A gaff and a half
These fucked thoughts
As our lives play out
Actively insulting
The pure remaining songs
Of deadend youths.
-5 July 13-

Fraudulent starts
Refreshed parts
Wilted
Within
Thicker skin
Than we possess
Repressed
Within
The nothing
That skims the horizon
That skins the goodbyes
The replies
Are meaningless
Through the reading glass
We observe
The wankery of our lives
Harbingers of mediocrity
We’ve slowly become
City suns sleep still
Under each nightly pill
We wasted so many night
Broiled by the inept
And slaughtered
By the weak nosed shits
Burrowing through life
Like nothing ever happened
We’ve grafted our hearts
Soldered out sex
And debauched our lungs
With these fiery tongues
Longing for something
Other than a toothbrush.
6-27-13

grasped for air
and walked the dog far twice
before we dined on burger meats
conversations that convert the retarded
into the rich
living off the fat of the mind
living off the side of the street
where roaches creep
beneath mine feet at 1230amcdt
beer head tonight
lost in my anxiety
this ain’t nothin new
just look at every other poem
from now and 10 years beyond
cat and mouse with solitary
i jus wunna play jesse james
with my friends
in dark caves
this i crave
7-9-13

PHOEBECATES

syncophantic laughter
thus emoted:
like triangles
of paper
4th grade
pink lemonade
heatwave
jack buck
parents still fucked
(within dead languages)
these childhood
bolgna sandwiches
bookcased
between birds
and clocks
telling time
to pretend
youre not doing time
dads doing lines
in back seats
of used ford tempos
with slick haired
secretaries of infidelities
retarding further romance
this swilled water
down toilet
brown
with tobacc
a dashed litany
wishwashed away
like pediatric dreams
—
june 2013

arabs in spain
in the dead air of peoria
or baltimore orioles
that fade across the chesapeake fissure
that rots like teeth from potosimethsexaddict
credits roll like bitches on molly
crotching all auras through red lights on washington ave
they have their labias ready for chumpy yellow labs
thrusting their seed through the pockets of their true religion/
suffering souls
and they dont know it
but their farts are killing the ozone/
fucking snocones
juicing the pimps
plagurizing pussies from portland, panama, and poghkeepsie
bottom bitches all over these hillsides, plains, and valleys
all wishing for palatial preferences that hollow watered hearts
draining the secrets of sad youth
draining the pus from they minds
draining the shit from they moufs
pathetic voices
scrape
my
spine/
no more
my brains hit the floor
smithandwesson taught me a lesson/
4314

For Jay

nodding off on the #30 bus
1030 am sun glints through windows
sun shines through brisk air
across tower grove park
waking with a shake
to see the blue seats abandoned
to see the emptiness of the park
to see the white lovers walk in lust

nodding off on the #30 bus
1003 pm reflections of the passengers on the window
men talking to women about cleaning bathrooms
my mind talking with me
about mi amor
he held hostage in hidaldo county
i don’t see my refection or headlights
i see his black eyes flooding the plains of my withered brain

nodding out in my chair
who the fuck knows when
i can’t ever tell what time it is in my room anyway
dawn dusk/perpetual grey/an incidental slay
hearts race for cold sheets
desiring a sleep hug
he drifts under red lights
as we read our words of love to one another

bury my face in your neck
bury my mental lashes
hastags of social hostility
bring me the sunshine from your heart
show what it feels like to hold hands
and truly dissolve into a single aura of truth and love
a fucked desire to become the mist on a mountain
and evaporate into the sunsets of pure harmony together
for i’ve never had a taste of these things i speak

have you?

8-14/25-15 for jay ulysses sanchez

i got real drunk the day beefheart died
immursed in poopyseed lemondrop madness
witnessed
like christian defense funds
rejected
like poltergeist widows
sickly throated songs
wormholes of adolescent insanity
crazed wisdom toothing the log
slicked / frothed
throated backwards wishing
some solid salutations
to the nothing winds
blowing pollen across the park
to the nostrils of small dogs in shaw
frenching against cockroach breeding lairs
no one cares about the scrapes across 44
by the deathcoptors above
haunting the sleek hawks of botanical fascination
these weezers sucking the fantasy of deafness
sleazey whispers with wine and twine
sadistic prepositions open with ovens
in plastic of course
with hoarse voice yellings above it all
withwothwon’t
this is when it all ends
weedcookies telling romances of triple x distortion
like solar orange rays of campy sunsets
discoloring your instaeyedphonegoggles
lost forever
in these silly-con-carnal-deceptions
6-7-14