Here's a new poem which will appear
in an upcoming publication I'm working on called The Biblioclast.
The Biblioclast will feature six compositions divided each into a series of 'blocks.'
Readers are encouraged to rearrange these 'blocks' thus creating new and derivitive works.
The Biblioclast will feature six compositions divided each into a series of 'blocks.'
Readers are encouraged to rearrange these 'blocks' thus creating new and derivitive works.
HUITLACOCHE
~For Petulance Elm~
[TARTARUS]
From the black ice of Asmodeus I black out in the bootleg collapse of the black-hole cleft in your wives panic-room pudendum;
and my suits and holes are matt black on the back of a missing milk carton.
[EREBUS]
On the backstabbed back-brace of your ten-spined black-hand diamondback psyche
lurks the backlash and backbite of a
glass-eyed megaton of Metatron’s meta-melatonin myrmidons
meandering through the blue mutation pustules of Paul’s prudish cornstalk elytron elegies
that flap but fly nowhere.
[THANATOS]
From the black ice of Asmodeus I black out in the bootleg collapse of the black-hole cleft in your wives panic-room pudendum;
and my suits and holes are matt black on the back of a missing milk carton.
[EREBUS]
On the backstabbed back-brace of your ten-spined black-hand diamondback psyche
lurks the backlash and backbite of a
glass-eyed megaton of Metatron’s meta-melatonin myrmidons
meandering through the blue mutation pustules of Paul’s prudish cornstalk elytron elegies
that flap but fly nowhere.
[THANATOS]
Sneaking past the widow's peak of carburetors!
His rocker forewarned in summons of mexican chocolate pocks,
I'll pang nonstop for the kiss of your clot
and it blundered “I am the calx of Thanatos!"
His rocker forewarned in summons of mexican chocolate pocks,
I'll pang nonstop for the kiss of your clot
and it blundered “I am the calx of Thanatos!"
[THE SQUARE ROOT OF GO FUCK YOURSELF]
"For you are the bereft or marvelous machines of my magnificent era."
Gimme homesick,
Gimme vervain,
Gimme salt peter,
and quixotic glass-jaws of canopic chests.
[IXION]
Gimme sapid seraphic bonfire libations
served uncommonly at conflagration sanctification’s or bust.
Love me or hate me I’m still in your living room
with a stonewort and skull candied billyclub/macuahuitl.
"For you are the bereft or marvelous machines of my magnificent era."
Gimme homesick,
Gimme vervain,
Gimme salt peter,
and quixotic glass-jaws of canopic chests.
[IXION]
Gimme sapid seraphic bonfire libations
served uncommonly at conflagration sanctification’s or bust.
Love me or hate me I’m still in your living room
with a stonewort and skull candied billyclub/macuahuitl.
[INOCULOCIONES]
We caught her anklebones in a corona of steel wools, and dispensed a methylene blue booster shot of pre-chewed corn smut brewed to subdue and Indra’s net rips the taxidermy mount of our splendiferous pinup beast with two backs in Eucalyptus and madrone.
[VERITAS]
Oh how I love the way you wear that riot helmet…
Or I am the serum of the Ganges! Pink as the snub-nosed lichens,
and I’ll see to it that you kiss and tell and kill for me.
Or I am the gurgle and bouffant of lateral exit wounds in the wax of your mannequins.
Or My vengeance will plastic-coat your locust, cherry and rose in a fustet fraud of juggernauts bound and canoeing in blood-blistered newsprint.
We caught her anklebones in a corona of steel wools, and dispensed a methylene blue booster shot of pre-chewed corn smut brewed to subdue and Indra’s net rips the taxidermy mount of our splendiferous pinup beast with two backs in Eucalyptus and madrone.
[VERITAS]
Oh how I love the way you wear that riot helmet…
Or I am the serum of the Ganges! Pink as the snub-nosed lichens,
and I’ll see to it that you kiss and tell and kill for me.
Or I am the gurgle and bouffant of lateral exit wounds in the wax of your mannequins.
Or My vengeance will plastic-coat your locust, cherry and rose in a fustet fraud of juggernauts bound and canoeing in blood-blistered newsprint.
[OR RAVEN'S EXCREMENT]
And the frostbite of my tidings is wed demimondaine in
Steel-toe combat boots and spray-tanned birthday suits that scotch-kiss electrons in echelons of Jane Seymour’s shallow Amen‘s or the sexy throaty sputter---her spit in a kiss for me in the marsh-gas that trounced the black of your mass with microbe muses, horselaughs, germs, and a lick of dioxin polish on the nails of her toes.
[CALL GIRLS & MOURNING]
Regurgitated through human agency but with no real urgency.
She dressed like a collusive gold-digger at a gravedigger’s funeral (and that’s alright.)
And she wrawled erupt Santeria candles between its santanas legs,
stick your hard candy hand of glory in the gloryhole of gloriole quicksands,
And the frostbite of my tidings is wed demimondaine in
Steel-toe combat boots and spray-tanned birthday suits that scotch-kiss electrons in echelons of Jane Seymour’s shallow Amen‘s or the sexy throaty sputter---her spit in a kiss for me in the marsh-gas that trounced the black of your mass with microbe muses, horselaughs, germs, and a lick of dioxin polish on the nails of her toes.
[CALL GIRLS & MOURNING]
Regurgitated through human agency but with no real urgency.
She dressed like a collusive gold-digger at a gravedigger’s funeral (and that’s alright.)
And she wrawled erupt Santeria candles between its santanas legs,
stick your hard candy hand of glory in the gloryhole of gloriole quicksands,
[CALL GIRLS IN SWIMMING POOLS]
Cuz I think my tutti-frutti tissue negligee may just bring a trivial tear to your eye.
Cuz somewhere a sensitive transistor sister of blunt and toothless scissors in assless chaps off pumpkin spiced gloss grizzles in a land of embalmed hiccups and extinguished light bulbs and sips a half-flat lukewarm but thoroughly satisfying can of 8 year-old TAB and skips despondently to her cardboard gazebo dateless to enjoy solitude, the piracy of mutes and beasties.
Cuz somewhere a sensitive transistor sister of blunt and toothless scissors in assless chaps off pumpkin spiced gloss grizzles in a land of embalmed hiccups and extinguished light bulbs and sips a half-flat lukewarm but thoroughly satisfying can of 8 year-old TAB and skips despondently to her cardboard gazebo dateless to enjoy solitude, the piracy of mutes and beasties.
[CALL GIRLS IN BODY BAGS]
Ogre resins hallow playing cards, soft spots and minefields in
14 karats with a single missing chromosome.
What befell in public pools, a cold shower of snake wines in the latte foam and shores of my skull where birds would sometimes nest; All but goodnight ghosts and empties.
[CALL GIRLS IN LOVE]
Will I eat or be eaten by her fender telecaster?
I decree, I’ve read its mind and its strings want to garrote me...
(And I will not stone the flora of her guitar with the blood we sometimes share)
Will I eat or be eaten by her fender telecaster?
I decree, I’ve read its mind and its strings want to garrote me...
(And I will not stone the flora of her guitar with the blood we sometimes share)
[PIANO LESSONS & YOUR WIFE]
I declare, I shampoo my hair with nettle, milkweed, and Woodstock and rub the bones of old birds deep into my scalp and always end in sleep.
And that is why I do not play spanish steel string guitar like the terminally ill
in a Tarrytown train terminal.
I declare, I shampoo my hair with nettle, milkweed, and Woodstock and rub the bones of old birds deep into my scalp and always end in sleep.
And that is why I do not play spanish steel string guitar like the terminally ill
in a Tarrytown train terminal.
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