of disease friends of disease friends of disease friends among you terrors by the terabyte whatsoever illustrious stoa has man today blooms for redemption some ask for deliverance though others entreat the king but beg first at good deeds who thirst blooms with holy diadem equal authority for attempting himself in sights poets and painters you will scream ill scream ill like the savage coupled bird
jake brake mass transportation
i hear their teeth am nude
amongst blood who won't pay attention
bucolic clangors suspend themselves
behind the slow rise and in their teeth
hear crickets terror to rise and
the sound of commerce jake brake
mass bottlebells* ringing some
behind terror some afore
some despise this consensual abattoir
at september's end
*to lie closer to rise and earth burial
i am a nude acrobat the atom bomb itself
immolate a given rod of hand which aggravates
prescribes the heel to their teeth this late in 2017
ununshod acrobat part your dead body
hand which aggravates the dog steaming to rise
and prescribes a mouthful of lies closer to our lips
sweet then like earthburial i am dying chic deplaned
and of some uses where ever i go to claim my flesh
there are entrances of spirit but are they sweet like leaves
men stumbling against the wind to be subtle
copper-nickel bonded bones here nor is my posture impeccable
like broadway bends in the truth i'm only permitted
one stumbling drink into the dog's steaming mouthful of fatherhood
subtle copper cup i am dying to drink to be subtle
to heat this pushing against heat into his authority as philosopher
invincibly man's lips slight and strawberry sweet
bones here? men stumbling dark of drink locust
or nevermind your fathers' bodies spread wide amongst family who
is an acrobat out of clowning and survival our instincts trade
if we remember then elucidate didactic and the atom bomb
(itself impeccable a chic cliche people still prescribe imitation imepeccable)
i close my parenthesis to you like a similie of our dead's fathers' bodies
specious connected undesired layer elucid give birth to me
nor is late in yr fires specific people hear crickets pulse
who is the slip frogs across your lipstick-on-tossed-off-marlboro
not them behind you not the truth i'm only permitted in for a moment
not some broadway imitation the room wringing its hands fucking
a mouthful of thought a corsaid of discovery
nor is it slow to our lips offering the atom bomb
itself-immolate in the rod of fire
“He who arrives at the door of poetry without the madness of the muses, thinking that he can be a good poet thanks solely to techne remains incomplete, and the poetry is eclipsed by that of the mad.” Plato
the keyhole
of my broad back
of
my ignorance were i
ignorant as all the philosophers
poured into a visible earthen mold
be invincibly
ignorant for being
unreached but unreachable
this
condition is
the key then to
to verdant madness
and made
one less
the
light the winged the
sacred thing of madness
i am stone
the
poem
is no more
no
i am so enamored
no
i am
so
enamored
no
i am so enamored
no
i am so enamored
no
i am so enamored