Millennials Lose Their Teeth in Threes

their miraculous pink dresses on the left hover
over the pancakes of light leaking

onto the film or maybe even it’s an app
i’ve watched prestige television the kids

are beautiful except the ears
of the twenty-something his life

decisions rattling in the high grass
baked in milk so much poison on the right

she’s tall and thin and nondescript
the last boy smoking wrapped in starlight

solo cupped his purple fingers are squid
as smart as dogs they’re having so much

fun i’m jealous more sex light leaks
so many of them better or worse looking

triangular heaps of flesh in primary colors
banded at the waist with reinforced steel

thinks décolletage wastes his life in a can
do attitude pink fishnets i can just barely

see your pubes sit up straight the sun
hasn’t bothered us in days & yet & yet

peasant families say death comes in threes
i work at facebook my cat wears four red keds

i’m beautiful i’m lost in a supermarket
a slobbering minstrel and a child slave from xinjiang

walk into a bar the pastor trying he’s trying employs
two granny emoji to cover his indistinct nipples

on his finsta the pink dress on the left is recruiting
the light again is better now march 12 2021 still drunk

still water faultless aquiline stock photos
getty images is having a moment

the associated press is having a moment
ethnic cleansing is having a moment

facism labor bigotry accountants
babies the elderly eldridge cleaver

said all the gods are dead
except the god of war

is now available on steam
my battery is almost dead

you give me the creeps when beauty
is undeniable it can only be called witchcraft

we’re minting nfts so our
children’s children won’t have to mint nfts

Come Si Dice “Uninterested?”

What Chance Did She Stand Against The Research Psychologist and a Team of Programers?

i can tell you what the witcher is about and to whom i owe my day — the miner of the ethereal — but then you'd have the sundown left to blame.
Hyrule Gers Unregenerately In Plato’s, 2021

answer the call humankind lin
the shadow of calamity ganon
rises over the ashes of
hyrule gers unregenerately in plato’s
cave still reveling its craft
your survival age-old habit
in defend the legend mere
images of basic reading ability
is needed to fully enjoy
this game the truth but
being educated by photographs is
not like being fantasy violence
educated by mild suggestive themes
older more artisanal use of
alcohol images for one breath

Pieta for Tala Madani

display in gruesome on
performance in gruesome at
performance their shadows mingle
bottom reach for one
their shadows above gush
for one another of
gum pink above gush
french’s classic yellow of
gum above unintentional of
classic yellow constellation above
can you see? the
above two men can
see? odds two men
by the woman odds
come here to know
by the woman dancer’s
you’ve come here to
drip but dancer’s legs
what they need to
drip but repetition repetition
say what they need
say can be its
language repetition repetition repetition
of grey shadows can
its own language perform
of grey shadows gruesome
perform display gruesome display

“Oh, I See A Roaring Noise, Roar”

I place one cheerio in my mouth and suck my lips I look around and moan I chew no teeth another cheerio in my mouth I stir my hand around the silicone plate my right hand a fist in my left hand I pick it up the cheerios with index finger and thumb equally with the left and right the index fingers rub across the silicone I pull and it doesn’t give another cheerio I want out of my high chair another cheerio I use my small hands to push off I’m choking I have resolved the choke to push her off from the table a little bit more the high chair does not budge chewing slamming my hands moaning a small smile eyebrows raise a gaze I laugh at my ugly father some coughing though no choking another cheerio grabbed in a fist another cheerio a pincer grasp I’m mumbling I like the noises I make I reach for the milk I pull up the silicone mat I push a cheerio onto the floor I push a second cheerio onto the floor I’m looking for something oh I see a roaring noise roar I bring the silicone mat up down up I hold it in mid-air I flip it I chew it push the mat make mouth noises flip it one arm up one arm pulling the silicone mat moaning pushing a quick drink of milk a raspberry I flick the nipple I intimate as though I want milk I refuse the bottle I pull my father’s sweater the wrist the arm I poke I poke I poke I bite my father no teeth dang it cough I scratch at his new tattoo scratch right hand left hand left hand scream scratch my father pulls his hand away I reach for the water am I drinking I’m drinking I pull the straw from the silicone cup and gag myself I reach for the silicone cup spill it across the table the water drips slowly from a small hole that has been inverted spin the bottle unintentionally I want water do you want water I drink from the bottle like a big girl I retrieve the cap from my father I groan into the silicone cap I push air and vague sounds from my throat I chew the silicone cap some more no teeth I drop the silicone cap on the floor more water drunk most swallowed some dribble down my chin

Instagram

one in three questions is serious
two are small hands grasping
in the wet-dark
for salinized water

hewn stone
or a mustache
arriving at customs
before a tour
of the great pyramids
of vegas

i am obsessed
through collage
but that’s behind him now

a flashlight / in a closet / at the bottom / of the aegean sea

You’re a nag.
You’re a liar.
You’re lazy.
You’re selfish.
You’re deluded.
Stop wasting my time.

he is a craftsman
with beautiful rough hands
full of calluses like truth
with crete between
his team has prepared
marketing collateral
and sand fires for every possible occasion

If you don’t like it, you can leave.

in fact i think you should go
freshly shaven chest
like a great royal crest
give the world what it
so depressingly craves
space

in its arms this generation bears
time or place drowning my hands
around its neck long and slender
surrender

Everyone agrees with me.

 trees sorting themselves below birds

You should be ashamed of yourself.

 great figures inconceivable if not for sky

I don’t need you, you need me.

nothing neat left in this moved-on world

After all I have done for you, this is the thanks I get?

oubliette, oubliette, oubliette

Double Sonnet for Michel

listen, monster, i’m here to remind you
the ruby drunk caught in your throat demands
a buck fifty for the downtown 1 white
shoe slip-resistant rubber sole the plan

this Philosophy smells of studded club
soda dark liquor hidden deep in books
template matching over styx russian sub
ice cream necropolis kicks filthy nooks

oh no i hope it’s not true i’m attached
to the colors posing at piss station
so unsophisticated my tenses
fall to the floor i’ve missed my choo choo

you don’t deserve a narrative monster
all you get: a spare admission of form

like a dog like a man who can’t decide
whether to use the pronoun him or it
dog who’s spoiled interior design
three heads one asshole no one to love it

michel foucault would have been an iphone
man bald bitmoji man he would have sucked
off zuck in the castro like a real man
unable to look anywhere but in

retrospect is fabulism is a
surrealist koan yodeled from buckling knees
in a space station manned by paranoid
belted purple unfathomable beasts

ignorant to our own intricate dance
i am not a love song i‘m a baked yam

Disambiguate the Precedent (Assassination Attempt No. 1)

god is
an alligator white
dunce cap common
supernatural they are kind
of fragile wicked mother
i said i don’t know you
reveal your in
cantatory power
vanishes soon of dawn
alligator called
maeve anything is yours
big smile looking
at leaves
going around
your big breath rattling
every baby born after
june 07
confused about cost and course
are you wind wisened
carried from child
to child in red eyes
we haven’t slept
for weeks drink
some of this
we need to talk
blockchain saprophyte
you imagine
not wanting to die
at cost
suddenly his girl
friend her
cadillac mania
smoldering munitions
return from orbit
burn bump and birthright debased
marlboro of denial
indifferent save a dream
david shields trashes
my bike the hourlies
and the salary men
hide like armor
ed doors
between you and i
and me confusing
memory with money
untold nights buzzing spent
the gin flower in my heart
explodes
killing myself
there’s nothing
i want more
than desire
be alive 🍼
see my alligator
grow up i was 14
or 15 didn’t know anything
in lieu of replication error
chomped a personality
by liquor light 🥃
and it worked
at immense cost
20 years
pry open my skull 💀
exorcise the inadequate
physical ruins of love 🫀
collapsed by mid-morning
one suddenly
recognizes
at immense cost
the crushing power
of Their jaw 🐊

Negative Poem

i don’t want
to do your work
do you want to
do your work
work is screaming
at the dog
a terrible person
who can’t be bothered
with other people
the dog lays there
right there
her allergies
her anxieties
on the leafy greens
and onionskin
and cries not at me
she’s a good girl
at the baby nursing
on her belly little
heart beating so fast
i don’t want to think
of the hummingbird
her fragility
her natural work
her glitter
where’s my glitter
there she is right there

A Wild Penitent Appears

Manasquan Party House, 2021

please o god help your subjunctive soldier offer up one original thought

before moving on to black coffee rising to meet morning disassociated

walking dog blue-striped potential-of womanly veil of soul-making

one must have ample reason and the right instruments to break this silence

real question what system gotten oneself into legitimate danger from

answers to deeper form of question dark web hits fashion subliminal

advertising models come go sticky anywhere but there/their blood thirsty wild

board memory of japanese steel through pink paper time slips frame

every once in ochre while please body of clay this is me begging