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I think, we share something. A sense of nothingness I think we both understand the courage of light in dark and the transformation of man The guild that flies between the stars Must be from they whose heart beats thousands of years There is no other way than to cut out your own and replace it And we would find our way to them like a man slowly gone mad Ocean in his blood Red the sky above The vast spaceship travelling through the dark I think we share something An ability to transform opium An ability to mete punishment The way of the guild I think we understand the helplessness of life the hopelessness of flesh And we both will trade the part of us which will not die. For a part that lives on. A part that carries us to a new home

In her phone. I ring up as her massage therapist. I like being a woman there. I like girl talk. I like asking how is her husband? Just between us girls.

I am so fucked up. That is the poem. Seriously. I'm totally wasted. God it feels so good. What's my name again? Seriously. I can't even say my fucking name. So you're heading out to Colorado. Warehouses, huh? Fuck you man. Pass it. I'm so completely fucked up. I love it.

This is you this is me Here we are

Your eyes are soft in the dark Your hair a bright dirty blonde Your skin glows in the light Your breasts round I hold you in the dark and you say it feels right. But your husband is away. And we were so blind. Together. I walked across the camera line a black jacket against a black fence against time And we finally put it all into place You've got yours. I've got mine. I lost myself. So long ago. And I have so much road to travel along When I let go of the wheel Do angels fly over My self driving car I stop. And get high from a pipe in the shape of Venus of Willendorf

For Alie Looking through infinite possiblities as above so below above and beyond outside the lines of reason push the envelope watch you bury me Let me stretch my arms deep through redwood loam your roots pierce my bones Watch you grow tall majestic strong the California wind blowing through your arms Let the raging sea crash forever against Sur breaking past Steamer Lane double overhead biting my lip again when I see your picture Let your fingers trace my scars Let me lose some fucking weight And get my ollie back above two feet again Feel the rhythm Feel the night Feel the black widow Bathe in the fountain of my painted death spiral Airbrush you on jet Fly so high The sky turns black Against the white of your skin We go into a dive A free fall frame Time enough for me. But the real turn on might be. You.

A Florida CEO The emperor of Versailles Who makes his money off customers mostly because he lies Writes a note with the paycheck Let's read the asshat 2004 "So where am I going with all this? It's quite simple. If any new taxes are levied on me, or my company, as our current President plans, I will have no choice but to reduce the size of this company. Rather than grow this company I will be forced to cut back. This means fewer jobs, less benefits and certainly less opportunity for everyone. So, when you make your decision to vote, ask yourself, which candidate understands the economics of business ownership and who doesn't? Whose policies will endanger your job? Answer those questions and you should know who might be the one capable of protecting and saving your job. While the media wants to tell you to believe the "1 percenters" are bad, I'm telling you they are not. They create most of the

Your nipple. my teeth. I cannot look at your tattoos. I want to. I turn away, like an autistic child. You taste like peaches. I can pour the cream. You snapped at your husband. Never give me mapquest. Only google maps. It was cold. My heart hurt from the moment I woke in your arms. Morning coffee. A feeling of love for everyone around me. One so powerful it swept over me. I wanted to sit in a corner. So I could not see anything but a weatherworn table and your face. The same face that now speaks every so faintly of age. The face that still calls to me of beauty. And the happy family. That isn't so happy. The view through the rear window. Unfriending. We spoke of voice talent and telephone systems Anxiety pulling down. You were so beautiful. So tall. So graceful. Lithe. You have had so many women. They do whatever you want. I didn't. The traffic stretched over a hill across a bridge. Around an island. Back to shore. I stared

We fly out as far as we can before our water runs out We test ourselves What do we do with the drunken sailor Get that mother dude naked. Pull him behind the boat for bait. I don't understand what I feel I don't understand what is real. You can do anything you want to a drunken sailor And you should

It hurt to be there for a third of the time it took to drive there. Twenty three hours of driving. Six short hours until dawn. We drove into each others arms but in the cold of a playground we saw our lives unfold away from each other I saw the look in your eye Soft Beautiful. Sad. Loving. When the children were playing on the swing. When you and I spoke of religion. And then it was gone. Replaced. By the kind of thing we both learned in the street. A way to keep the hurt from killing. A way to find our way home. Your husband. Didn't get the map right. And for a split second, you seemed sharp. Always use google maps. Don't use mapquest. I think. Yahoo. My heart ached and hurt from the moment of sunrise. The sex. Not really us. Yet. A sort of stolen encounter. That asked more questions. Than it answered. So I close my eyes. And I see a place where a confused man tries to remember the name. Of a Bar. On Harvard Square. The weird t

I really don't care if you're alive or dead if you love me or if you don't I am not really in love with you and the reason is simple I had all my love removed It took awhile to drag it out of me but I had help Thanks to the miracle of modern surgery they only had to make a small cut and then they removed it with a stripper I didn't ask them to use local they had my head turned away but just before I caught a glimpse of ultrasound Pick me out of the lineup I'm easy to find. I have a number beneath. I am smiling. I try to sleep . I'm wide awake. They won't leave me alone. They don't take vacations. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care. If you think. I'm passive. agressive. If I'm. drama. If I'm. You. If I'm. Me. I don't care. If you love me. I just want your love to bite into my chest and with elegant stainless grace push the warmth of your hand into everything I am

You know you're not quite the same now what's going on? You know it's time to talk in hushed whisper something's wrong. You know father says your mother's right you need to take a good hard look at yourself and ask yourself what you really want tell me your goals let's talk let's work this out let's make things right You know we really want you to be happy we're doing this for your own good this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you

I get confused. A daughter. A son. But everyone else is fair game. Even you. It's a beautiful thing to be dark within dark and pain within pain Cold vacuum No other possibility Why would I be kind Why would I help any living thing I hate them all everything that breathes I despise single cells and their pathetic feelers clawing their way through clear liquids I want to tie bacteria and virus shoelace together And watch them fall and laugh at them I want to cut off your boob job wipe the makeup off your face and take you out behind the doggie diner dog heads and bite you

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It feels better biting down we touch in the way we can no arms we breathe by machine and take vacation in our sleds planet air and our thousand year savings accounts we go to the restaurant see the carp undying in chinese zero gravity to look but not touch tumors jut from soft white scales blind its thoughts broken they say touch the glass for luck and long life ravaged by age related disease our parts gleam in the halflight one thousand years old dreaming of nice girls and black cars and sludge coiling around its gills like smoke. nice thoughts nice friends we remember the clan wars how in zero g heads do not loll lifeless mouths do not drop open and sharing dinner together before we both go back into the black verse we both look to the glass and see the ancient, undying carp has already forgotten who he was or why he is here or if he is even in an aquarium and we fold space from Ix to navigate our ships through space mo

You will start with: Near our house there is an old tunnel through which runs a disused and very rusty railway line. One day, armed with a powerful torch, I decided to walk through it to see where it led to. Write two paragraphs. I walked on. Farther. The light of my torch illuminated the walls. The walls seemed to be covered with the roots of trees. At first, I was not sure if the man was an illusion. If the roots or limbs of the trees had formed in the distance to become the shape of a man. He speaks in broken spanish, and she responds in english. I listen. He talks. His voice seems to come from everywhere. And nowhere. He says that he ran here. But his shoes are clean and his suit is pressed and nice. Then my tourch failed. But where the man is, there is a fire. I sees lettering on the wall. "Chernobyl." His voice is warm and his words are polite and I feels safe. But something is not right. At last his story is done. And then a chill came over her body. An

I like it when you just talk to me from your heart What is it about us that makes everything survive The worst part was your heart shaking loose eyeball nectar from the drive up from that place near princeton So we barely touched and it was selfish But I love you. Oh Jesus. I'm not a mormon. But if I was. Lord knows. I would love to be in your pod. To walk with you. To grow old. To be your anchor. The place to which you always return. My princess bride.

It's the truth.

I had a conversation where I wanted to show someone something about depleted steel so I pulled out my knife and showed them the handle and closed blade I encouraged them to take it, hold it. Try the feel. But then something strange happened as we talked the person said. "Give it back to me" and at first I was surprised. They held onto it. And I smiled. But enough being enough, I told them. If you do not give me back my knife. I will call the police. I asked for it five times. Finally they returned my knife to me. Wiping away their fingerprints Reluctantly Hand shaking like a leaf. I suppose. She wanted leverage. Something she could use to claim her paranoia was real Out of her depth and rolling in wealth Sybaritic Unaware I thought as I reflected I would laugh but only a sadness fell upon me She had sent me a letter all but confessing her love for me and I explained carefully That I love someone. That polyamory

I have no ink no tattoos only scars They tell a story of the time I went home with my hand holding in my insides They whisper of the day I was left alone in the desert to die They show where the metal wounds come from the sharp edges of mountain bikes and where the road rushes up to meet you from the skateboard that you ride There is one from when I was very young and the knife missed and so I am not blind There is one upon my ear where the clip of the gun smashed through the window and cut my earlobe I drove away in reverse as fast as I could There are scars and broken bones And a broken heart

I crashed my car today and it hurt the front torn up it struck a black car and slid under it knocking off their spare tire I crashed my car today and it hurt my child in the seat I tried to start and drive but I did not get too far and ended up on a truck I feel stupid and sad and embarassed and a little scared, because I need that car Tomorrow I give my child a ride to school on the back of a motorcycle Tomorrow I try to fix a car that is almost completely destroyed I want to try I want to make things better I'm sorry I hurt you

Let's quietly let our neighbors do their own thing they are shy we keep to our own And the Bishop at church sits at his desk alone waiting You did not go today. You made a sandwich. You did not confront your fears. You faced them. With a soft puppy. With soft jaws. And a faint smell in its fur. That you barely recognize. You eat the sandwich. And watch Maze De La Roche. She stands there, short hair. Loves you for who you are. The failings of her sex uncrecognized. She hates to be touched. I am guessing she was never lesbian. She hates touch. She mistrusts. She wants to be pure. But the bacteria circle around her. And even in isolation. When the puppy smell is gone. She no longer has a use for you. the wicked intimacy of child's play inside her intestines and fire works against her skin she sees the sing she has become inside and it burns

Nous avions trop fumé, un peu plus que d'habitude J'ai la tête qui tourne, décollage dans la lune Et nous avions passé la nuit Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune Et quand tout s'est arrêté, la musique m'a pris Et je sais que tout va être Tout va bien avec le son, j'ai surpassé mes peurs Et je sais que tu vas être Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune Décollage dans l'espace On regarde quelque part Je sais, j'ai pas envie d'être naïve Quand j'ouvre les yeux, le monde est parallèle et je sais La foi est un seul œil Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune

Summon the past it's the cat's pajamas I feel You feel soft silk and skirts and comfort at last You deserve it But you're also at work for the first time in your life Don't blow it. Let the EDM unfold its chords rip through space and time teaching it how to bend and grow Let space and time show us how to really go You Your Skin Your decent boob job Everything I'll take three Learn how to bend The willow teached A great storm is coming No need For the He's At Home He's Here. Let's burn him. Let's burn his dog.

So I pretty much don't care if you're female or male alive or dead You're a warm body you could have been anyone Empty dream Stretching its wings. It . Has a need. And will satisfy an emptiness inside from you. Finding the center. Of you. Chew it through. Hours it dreamed of this moment. Hours it wondered what it would be like. To destroy you. And it tears space and time and leaves tears of cold black darkness And I blame you. My teeth bite your skin and your blood runs black dead and dry this is my design I feel so alive I want you so bad Nothing will stop my hunger Nothing denied Predator and Prey burning bright in the forests of the night Hammer and Egg sandwich Don't want blue eyes. Want black eyes. Shatter you into fragments of jade like an egg shaped geode smashed against the desert What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry What immortal hand or eye copped a feel. And I blame you. It'

In the beginning the earth was without form and so too space and time And then we began to learn. The darkness before and the criss cross paths of those against Were like black waves on a quiet, open , holy see without edge And then there was light But how? Why? Not by chance because chance has nothing in and of itself Which is to say Chance is a nonentity, enough. just argue from the reverse. The constants, laws, and model perhaps one out of billions simply matched we simply landed here in the habitable zone and there you were and here I am So Happy Birthday I am like the man who having lived in the desert his whole life becomes an expert in water and knows its molecular weight the degree between interpolar bond the spatial properties as a function of entropy and enthalpy color surface tension reflection But never drank a single drop So which word? Which thought? Sing like a woman from the Piraha near the Maici A mura

I am a liar there is no disguise I work as a shadow in a dying office Everything I do adds to nothing and in facing the task of writing I threw up the taste of vomit in my mouth works to elevate me just enough to bring me down And so I relate in the only way I know how the gift that was given and my humble thanks For once there was a film named the Secret Life of Walter Mitty and a person who wanted me to see it that was truly a friend And I cut it down because I was high and I knew that if she trusted in me she would fall with me and maybe I was just not used to being high because it was the first time in 15 years But I attacked this beautiful film and left it , like parts falling from a car stranded by the side of the road The gift of gold from a lebanese woman And tonight, even if by symmetry I happened upon it and realized just how good hearted it was and how sweet the gift and the giver And I free myself from myself for just a moment a

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Food and water are essential to life One without the other is hard to find Food can be caught grown found It can radiate down touching your skin turning it brown Water can take any form like the wonder twins Salt and clear fresh and clean It grows on you And it's free And the people of the earth stood waiting Can you hear me? That piece of bread caught their food stare and one by one their eyes opened as the bread became a festival And then there was a fish who split and it's tuna clubs Hey Sandwich Artist Fill these bags we have to make our way back into the mountains We all made a run for food and water Eastern Daylight Time floating endlessly we become mice we break the speed of sound And slam into a sandwich and drink like dwarves and clean up afterward And then we're ready to go

We wake in the middle of the forest all silent except the sound of wildlife in the distance The midnight sex in tents We became slowly aware of our breath in the cold We felt safe even though we were in many ways Alone Pressed against each other like ghosts in a grey midnight 1960's talk show And sing by the fire that grew so low We sang songs and told stories and then went, one by one to a place where we could be alone Sometime before dawn it rained embers dying from red to black winnowing into smoke and steam the fire vanished into the night The memories of our bond a secret smile we sometimes share Best friends forever And we've gone through life now, you and I The years strip away the different awards Medals And we return to the forest If only in our minds. I close my eyes and feel the damp ground my fingers pressed into soft wet resistance The moss Leaves Alive You and I If but for a moment in between the d

I saw the man running from the police I heard the bullet crack the sky through the leech That burrowed black into the officer's skull Like a lie or a piece of vomit That felt so good coming out of my throat or was it my nose Please don't hold it against me That I sometimes pray For America Or that I throw up It feels so good to stick my finger down my throat

I Am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I Have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay And true It may seem like a stretch But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away When I am missing you to death When You are out there on the road For several weeks of shows And when you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home. They will see us waving from such great heights Come down now, they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away Come down now But we'll stay. I tried my best to leave this all on your machine But the persistent beat ounded thin upon listening And that Frankly will not fly You'll hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down When this is guiding you home

I listened to Benjamin Netanyahu's speech to congress today. I caught it on a TV installed in the lobby of a dialysis clinic, and on the radio, and where I could. It could be said that I caught most of it. At first, I was simply interested in whether or not he would reveal secret elements of sensitive intelligence - the idea that a Presiding officer of another country is brought to our country to give a talk on such a sensitive topic as Iranian disarmament - without first being invited by the White House - is a strange thing for us , as Americans. It seemed as if those that invited him were interested in playing politics with intelligence data. For me, that brought back bad memories. There was a theological-conservative group within a group that helped bring my country to war without justification - who addressed the United Nations with falsified data... that came to mind. Then there was the moment at which our sitting president said that the country we are to fight, has nucle

Vaporize I put together different things that dull the pain sometimes help me to see even if blind the random firing of my brain sparks behind my eyelids My life in War. Peacetime. Conflict not between the fire and the flame but that which was once one for Abraham and voices come I am a veteran of a thousand psychic wars Voices play within my head. Stars Songs Faces. Vaporized I think back to when my mother said something that no longer means what it did And it's alright to look To dream If voices call you home You must go on into the cosmos You are billion year old carbon I think forward to when Words are completed before written And the entire history of you flashes before my eyes Calling down Rage Against Machine. My choice of weapon well placed cool in hand American Vape. Perhaps an illusion of safe. But it brings an image of beautiful Chevrolet the still small word And people from 1956 who come to visit and s

Four kids walk asynchronous step across a rain desert The first wears a shirt that says Laziness is not a disease It's my hobby The second, walking through the dust reminds you of the little rascals but you're not sure which one The third and fourth have invented names for each other And they notice their steps leave indelible footprints in the ground And walk carefully out of step around the neighborhood Tracing a giant picture of something When you see them you get the feeling they're involved in deep mischief Not just staring at a phone And that they have within their group secret words they can type into google that , when you press "I'm feeling lucky" result in things like google gravity and do a barrell roll But that they decided, finally, to walk away from the thing that was making them something less than human And now they are walking like soldiers across a bridge All over the streets and open spaces whe