Monthly Archives: January 2017

The Final

will say this
to howl out my wounds
to turn my history to jewels
to turn

crystalmask shoutout burned
frequency laughing
makeout vine coconut
dusky singsong tempest
curl up
magnet monster inkwell
tapestry

bison miracle
i will howl out my history
i will turn my blood to jewels
i will

secret shameful old fashioned muck
worth cash bar gold
standard punchdrunk face
furious crybaby vile
trash empire candlebox
crossed wires botox
mirth

fruitful as this has been
this is the first time i


Spinning Away

It’s a lot of fun when you’re being hit with ENFP stressors, which trigger your anxiety, and your anxiety starts dancing in a loopy,  upward spiral with your psychological baggage, and you start to think you’re too crazy and/or emotional for the Real World.

Yep, good times!


Match & Wolf for Real

we hope we can cope with
this waning tide of bones
to sleep & slide through it all
oh dull deluge of shuddering
shutting down the upside
& down & down & down

but so our sunburst shores
cascading colorful chance & change
swallows shallows than halo out sparks
fireplacing all over our space

& quick in its striving stride
arrives a slippery slope of nope
a lightning flash flown widening
shooting up the sparkside
& up & up & up

yet still this storm it never ends


Chinchilla Meia-Lua

make this tow after me, not this frightening
to when people have chill steps to heaven
if you write off slate without riding the lightning
& again i’m without going up to eleven
no chill
no chill

& the situation train ever made by these fascists
the event i could break low in the chill winds
winding through you into the game of tired racists
megalomania north of the border finds
no chill
no chill

i will scribble down that wall shadows watch
the spot where their moral fingers broken intake
listen then hoping against revolution no match
without weather so hope chill pops the best mistake
no chill
no chill

to mistake again to be insulted with no save
silhouettes & softens the blow last chill fright
they really don’t understand me & you escape the grave
was putting into use & soul fallen in light
no chill
no chill


Entranced by the Hands Blown Down

com você
minha vida é um abacaxi
abacaxi, abacaxi, abacaxi
então
no cálice, cálice, cálice
azul e verde comigo

sem você
minha vida é uma enxaqueca
enxaqueca, enxaqueca, enxaqueca
então
no sertão no verão
azul e verde
verdade, verdade, verdade

em você
minha vida é uma fantasma
acanhado, acanhado, acanhado
então
no coração, coração, coração
azul e verde conosco
nosso cálice, cálice, cálice