friends

og ogggh of tar its coalescing
the pin pricks dragging up the walls of the esophagus
the dim sensation of legs tugging the stomach lining
a man coughing clots in the kitchen with the butcher

the tangle of legs, a ball of filamentary fiber dislodged
a rough cough, black mud chunks of kinky spun silk, someone
"i think i see some blood in there" somewhere
a rough cough of sharp bits of glass or clam shell

and now hes slowly applying pressure with an awl
to the tough pink fissures in the flesh of a shellfish,
puncturing slowly the flesh of rudimentary organs,
pressing that sharp tool through the lens pineal
and turning it hooking it slightly against the shell,
search deeper and deeper through the tissues with needles
for the cracked remnants of a sooty black pearl

the chunks of black gold, the inward curling of a dry and segmented
preceding a soft gurgle a sick reaction from its primitive nervous system
the one is silver and the other is gold

one is something different, a thick cream effluvium from a simple fatty
swelling of the brain, the painless bite of a brown recluse, the other
a tender and yellow cushion blushing the reddening plush pillow of meat
nothing left but the suffering animal but

become nauseous, he held his guts,
in the face of this fauna being one very, very different

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[Dec. 24th, 2009|12:06 am]

one is silver and the others gold

nothing in the way now, its okay its okay the burn conspired the blistering.

[Dec. 22nd, 2009|04:25 am]

a shudder, a mass the vast expanse of black cloak opening
on a laugh, a mask a black mass hidden its something

a shudder, black and its eggs quivering im licking my hands
a grand failure again helped grown wide open

and watching it
and watching it
and looking at it

we watched it inhale, a raw pink breath
expanding under a mile of sweaty cellophane

sickly shifting
lucky liquor soft and succor
all hail, a slow gray opening

truncated at once a phenom then fades for awhile that and is gone.

[Dec. 22nd, 2009|03:42 am]

painted it ash and gone downtown, going there, gone
a belly turning up, a fish gasping, wanting to sink
the tide rolling in and out, a sick motion cyclical
rubbing scales off on the beach, a circle, oh

the mouth grappling with the words, several words
those and others and also oh, stiff brandy syrup, larks coughed
down, painted over in blacks and whites all the people
reaching in their pockets, a foot and a half of snow
a pocking of salts sucking water, rubbed as through
the thick skin membrane a sad satellite shrunken out of its orbit

salt, salt

the white lady, her mouth shrill, a glossed petroleum outward
a brag of beef hung on the shrug of hooks from the ceiling
clung, descended a little thin slits down to the marrow and salt
clung, a cold draft from a closed door caged that which is, was
and that which is gone and clung, clung soft finger-tipped
and up all night blackened, fed it all the days light
fed it all the nights greasy glow fed vast downward amounts

sucking dry all my brown heart, all black and starting

i took a drug, it folded me over on myself and sutured clean and black
shone the end result, a splint applied prior a broken bone
a folding over all that fine white chalk and foam down a drain,
a drone a burn a false facade the long, slow fracturing of iron
a manufactured hurt, gone and dreaming its way into a furnace
familiar, dreaming its way into an urn, the lurch of burnt metal

and usually what happens is i get drunk

and i listen to old black blues, some drums a driver
a drum muffled by a thousand pounds of thick white curd,

the guts rumbling and coughed shut, whistling the pines
where the sun dont ever shine a mess a thousand years ago
a thousand years ago and the stomach still pumping sugar
the unfeeling pump of shit, plump and black, i took a drug

and was no one, nowhere, shrugging slaughter, shrugging
that monster sucking glut glutton gutter gout gangrene
and finally ash, the lake a black gulf groaning against the beach
grown still and flat, all the first and last forever

a soft suffocation, the throat slowly shutting.

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[Dec. 19th, 2009|11:20 am]

1800ghostdance

i really need stop acting like a stupid piece of shit