blood brother

i am a frank whisperer in this, a
life. we do undress our deserving.
i want what you want: to study
a bug outside. to have a freedom
that leaves with. tell me what my effect is,
on you and on all things. i have
permapermission, i need to know.
my happiness is mutual, and exclusive.
a laxative form of the timing. why, please.
won't i know when to get love, nearer to
this rancid, wild caught wish? there are
so many corners i can cut comfortably.
do you know me? what is that? with
even better thinking to do. locking up
a past i did not choose either. how could i
or can i- just locks. still there are
noises, narrations in this sharp nostalgia.
promises we must keep supplemented to
remember. and with that, whether or not
it did a thing, is tenacity, a faith in
the minimum, the half-ordered,
the cut forth blood brother. just remind
me why and i'll come running.

to quote the dj

the audience, the repelling audience
comes way, reaching its slow crawl to choice.
repression is a form of the same intense,
forbidden craters, the size of their moons. hello,
we happen to be your culture, we cry out, indecent.
hungry as kids. then we devour one another
for the problems sake. fog machine, faint spark light,
the stage waits her. but what do you see? to do
what you see? nerves, fixations on nerves.
belly the beguiled, sight of incentives and
the belligerent sanity of the believed?

predator

these are the days you fly away from.
i know you've built your case, escaped us now,
gone riding your dreams of flying. i know more.
you are smiling. you're laughing like me.
you are crazy, shaken and riddled with laughter
like vines that take over empty cathedrals.

you walked me through the prayer circle at
the old church you remembered that night.
we laughed when you led me right to it. our dreams
were never as faultless as your's.
i needed clarity, but i prayed for you. you

are a cartoon self in a mess of understood magic.
your great capability. you hear chords in c major,
faint and lovely, always approaching, beginning again.
do you love me there? do i pass the pipe?
when i dream of you, i am looking up from
the bottom of the pool, bright, the taste of chlorine
that never goes down. i seem to be half-kid, forever.
i am all water ballads and sesame seeds, i'm just full of it.
i don't wonder anymore- it is perfect
where you are. your drug

is fashionized, a bathroom vanity, addicted to you.
revolt of demands, welcome violation to
any mystery. it is, and you are, absolutely,
more beautiful there. i know but

is this fear mine to keep now, predator? i know and i
know more. you are a memory of shields,
you as your's and mine. we have
the deep medecine of imagining in this world.
and you have this, evidence for a proposal, man
beside you, whistling for your clone of a coma ear.
he is your new white knight, shimmering and strange.
childhood accomplice. he fights me off
with the dragon of the day. you're his
scooter selling princess, teeth gleaming at all
the right white. we wait.

we're waking up in a world real with officiallys, a
soundtrack that just tells us. we brush the taste away.
cigarettes, meals we don't really like. ah,
we feel very right, though, about not enjoying them.
we get our milk from this other place. maybe
we wish we could keep from holding our
presence. i raise my hand; i have to make up for
the understanding. i wish i were flying- i am
the one who has to live, and live with that joy.

resistance field

you are one close
canal to my traveler, seek through
my dripping co creator. need a machine.
need me not to drop the roam. yet i find
some thing, down this street i call
familiar. we will live.
resistance field- fly off the handle
and the wanting to will consume it all.
there must be high expectations for the ones
that behave like us. what did you think
we came here to do? our space is altered,
and we are trying to neutralize
it,with extra silence as
our personal speed. i am getting there
and staying with what it is then.
we come to pray upon you.
if you write your request down,
it will make off with less of the
forms we allow to pass through us-
it is best this way.

blanket

why didn't you just
come get the blanket from me in my room
the door doesn't close anyway. i do know this, though
the choices get more daunting.

you went to his room and i
couldn't keep from remembering
it was glorious, your arms were around each
other like spiders moving, black then white,
two professionals meeting and recognizing at once
the craft in the other. you don't need to redeem
anything but by being, girl. I think you are most
precious this way, excited and left shoeless.
it's all a reminder of what we forgave ourselves
for knowing long ago.

we can't give our hearts
anything real but pictures
of our adjusting pulses, in their race.
regrets away, we remember this, and we will not

Beast

Like:
we were very naked. there
was no way to clothe us. one
of these things was a hit:
stillness. restraint. the quiets.
it was like suddenly there were no
choices. tomorrow i'll be the great
nymph grace and length give back,
own space. but future becomes
redundant, perceiving more
in a monday moon. it is in this thrill
that i must relate. the third time
i've expelled the same solvents,
learning the art of the acheless whatever.
each sobriety is different,
we share some of the same high.
it could be the thirst i've been waiting to
open up and feed. frames we force behind,
this inevitable intimacy.
it makes all things believable
still we feel proud to be brave and approach
it. the winter holds over, we're not in sight,
we believe in it to reappear to us. We. no comfort.
oh, it envelopes! Beast of creation!
make a savage of me with acceptance!
i see everything! i see it all!

beauty advisor

you must release me, beauty advisor.
it is not my fault what that i love.
i think and i think and i still feel sure
not to know what it is.
just how i am. make time a cave
and crawl inside. i have got to have
some definitions for this. it is the more
grateful thing to be like. in my mind
i was dancing, so in touch ,and i felt
just within my reach. everything i love
becomes a baby. beautiful, all
these, traced in numbers, these
smiles, in their home, make me talk
different. i've got to release

b4u

i stand here before you, not text.
untaming the go getter. we are
not real children yet, out
in the street, east of rain. the sum of the
yet unexplored keeps growing.
we've got four cases of our favorite things left
to feel. brother, i am yet. living around.
not sure what my options are, and
could use your guidance. suddenly
this life emerges me, out of the breaking water,
and again i've got something to say.
wish i could say it to you. god: is it
because i can't? desire is draining me.
i am more than i see. i would be a different
girl today if it were for you. of course,
we are not really children yet, but the rain
helps us keep track. and what's that?
you don't look in my eyes, but you ask.
i stand here, before you. went from
being. violently, across destinarys,
across exactions, with decision
as a cautionary tale. before you

Lulu the rainbow machine

Wattery eyes of a dog.
You were a fat pink
babe,growing your life,
little petri dish.

You did not know one thing
about pleasing us.
By your nature, you required
much medecine. People are
never sure about these things,the
worst part is the nonsense.

gone A curly little sense, inadequate
legs, coughed when we noticed
thus your poodleness.
it's just hard to really
Love such a thing.

But i think we pleased you
Lulu Esmerelda Marie
how do these things work;assimilating.
We think of you
with our own rescue in mind;

i knew you'd never really recover.
Your rest was right, i just hope it
makes some denials possible,for now
You deserve a better body after all

You were a favor,for you to
make a wish for something like that
of our selves. One more quarter in
the rainbow machine

and i hope it makes some sense to
you. It's a part of our design that
you wanted to know. and you were.
For what you did, you were
good. You did good.

in fact

there are no opposite humans.
it is silly to say so. in fact,
what the fuck is an opposite
and what would be the opposite
of one human being? today
we look out upon landscapes.
everything we touch we no longer
know how to relate to.
we are in our cars, so it's not
very romantic, and it calls for more
poetry. after all,
the body in use is the anti poem.
skin functioning as the epicenter.
the body in use is the
real poem. direct exposure to the
functioning events. so if i seem to be
preoccupied with my earthly accounts,
even after dipping my feet into these
here seas of oblivion, it is because they are
the things that are limited. it is
their nature. they are married, no,
they are opposites to time.
therefore the same.
inseparable. inconclusive.
you start seeing your sight and
then it never stops. don't you see,
we are not smart enough to tell
the difference. we need to recognize,
make use of our competitive edge. beer,
body, color, vapor, sound, memory.
that's the real question:
will we be able to keep our memory?
automatically this creates
potential for the anti. but
you have to say fuck it, fuck it
all, you must forget, and in
fact, fuck this.