Part 3

Lamp shaded, mirth gored wonder-iffic-no-tragi-comic, love debacle of concession, under six feet worm fed top soil shit,

My inheritance is a washed up de-ranged, free-ranged anger fucked ball, thank you Mr. President, and I’ll send you that Christmas ham,

In search of Donald Shimoda, with ball-less eyes, and an un-bricked, un-pricked, yellow prostitute named Road,

As I watched in spring horror, the music-men licked off banked notes by-standers, and bi-standards were lost, or revoked, for familial hate-nik, a goading sick late-nik,

The prophet was cut up, with dead fillet knives, served over-easy, under-hard-lee-a word swallowed top, I danced cursive towards the last best of us,

Burnt, in my father’s uterus demands on chalk-a-bloc of erasers, window bright days buried, lopped off, sanguine-ed, re-skin-ed, pardon-ed, bent-in to – day.

Part 2

O U R, another alphabet souped damn head, as is the ‘snt , the farm-erred last year for better luck, marri-ed, hop-ed, collat-ed, somber-ed, dumber-ed,

The visiting plastic culture freak, succulent stalk wearing madams are wearing scout badges, honor speeches, mass murder shrined defunct lesbian want,

Its all for freedom from, and progress of, and elope with, racked in the E, R the twenty suicide notes, scars of sand monsters and troll eyed jams in Detroit,

Golden shiny cup for sons and lovers, and balanced tree wound up daylight lust, bikes on this highway, stray walked over pieces to carcass shaped truth bowls,

Sleeping drool faced under poundage of annual ringed circus treats is becoming, of, a race lined driveway to a better crop addition, within last years attrition,

And look whos back, the king on his phallic red-blue groove rocket, showing us worlds and broken children wrapped in old, dark, oil: perfect carnations and this great city…

Burnt

Part 1

The grotto under-privilege stained to fight thousand death battles, snake skinn-ed, often jake skinn-ed, loving vomit cake skinn-ed,

Flashes heard flight abounded, horse-shoed them away in mule packed carriages, cram-shocked, word-mocked, hard-rocked,

I am watching liver faced, a surrogate cocoon, questioned: gasped, clasped and grasped,

Shovel on brown sin, trudged over blue hills of virgin water, aspi-rationed two dreams a day,

Where is the generation I slept with? hedons-are-istically tearing off large bites: mustarded and layered, syndicated to players,

A song I paced with stale lunch hunger, marched away, sight poked, jerk-colored istant-mixed glory – the do it yourself god of temperance and …