Hot Lava

I wanted to leave, but was afraid to, so I found lots of ways to be gone while still sitting up and speaking, and every time I caught a rhythm speaking, I thought I should probably be ashamed, because I am so goddamn loud.

What the fuck.I didn't cook dinner, and then belabor chewing. It would be absurd. Did I ever think, if I enjoy this meal too much, it will expose something, some pitiable defect. It will come out. It will be plain. My teeth will fall out, my whole fucking jaw will fall out.

That's jail, or actually worse, because when someone is in jail, it's obvious who's keeping them there, whereas this was akin to having a wet bag thrown onto your brain, and any thought or feeling gets smothered by some clammy morass where you just sit down to avoid falling.

Well, I could say something. Make something up, like I was swimming. Swimming someplace that really needed me to swim to it. And on the way I could drown. And in my last few seconds of life, I could say to myself I was really swimming, and feel all the rage and bitterness over my failure to swim there, and for a split second, I'd say whoa, fuck this, and throw everything I had into struggling upwards with my hands grasping frantically for the sky immediately above the water.

What an option. Did someone hit me in the head with a board? Am I walking on my own goddamn head? Is my head up my own goddamn ass, and that's where I'm walking to?

Watch this. A magic trick:

I'm holding in my hands a rabbit. Now, et voila, it's a bouquet of flowers. And it's unwrapped. They fall on the floor.

One thousand times, this trick. I need to just say "Ah well."

When I sleep, I see walls smashed apart, but it's not me, just me as a part. When the last one goes, then for just a second, you can see.

What do you do in the face of that? Something got to me and wound me up to escape. If you don't think things through, if it doesn't go well, you don't get far. And further, where the fuck do you run, and will you have to hide there, too?

Life as some embarrassed animal. I worry it's ugly. It is, but it's also real, but so flimsy that it's more embarrassing to fall into the logic where that's the rule.

Dick Dale

Somewhere on beaches where it would be as foreign
to me, they would be lying on tongues stretched
baking

Platters before a sun which would strip me bare

I want to dig in the sand, deep to the compressed layers,
get into the ground before the ocean sucks
me as I would a clam, its entire body torn on jagged tines
from its hold

Surf without me

All the gulls would yell as they sat near me
and would shut up.

Mouthfeel 1

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For your eyes, only

I stood in the hallway
actually leering
at the people
really sexing
on a couch
under a nylon blanket

At their ferocity
and their ability to cover themselves
completely

with this beige blanket

and for a second I
stood there

until I realized I was just watching people
have sex on someone's couch
and the blanket was their enforcement
of some sort of privacy

and this was not a zoo, but a home

I was impressed

If they saw me,
that's what they
should know

They were fiery, tweaking rabbits
in a tent

Or a pulsating,
autoerotic ghost

Dancemoves
called "stabbing"
or sexmoves
like "jackhammering"
all fit

When they came, I hope someone yelled

YEEEEEHAW

Broken Open

The window tells

the end of telling

as it breaks

Wind refuses a message

Outside shatters in

The land cannot approve

or teach. Water cares nothing

for prophecy

Your love, not your fealty

will find expression

when the sovereign

stops granting freedom

to what is free

We will eat, sleep and speak

with others and someday die,

this is all

The last cage standing is your mind

And it, like others, will be defeated

What it seeks to contain

could never be

How to Survive a Shipwreck

Become a fish.

Fireworks

Yesterday you were singing

and now you are enslaved

The screen turns "help"

into "having a good time!"

Understory rusts

russet, 

birds clap silent

Those cowering hiss from sparks

behind teeth

Those disfigured mass:

It is now their time

When I am so lost,

the well of my desire to see

all life held as a newborn

it is obvious to care for

inverts,

erupts in caustic smoke and

I imagine plucking

my own head from my shoulders

and flinging it to the sky

where it explodes in announcement

I have opened myself to the belief

that this is how I will die