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Tiny Poems of 2017

Good morning,
constant universe.
Milky Way
wets my cereal.
Defunk my eyes;
sigh.

*

tinily
the dream
infects
the day—
must stay
        awake…

*

love says:

“really, 
though,
       this time”—

you lick
            fish hooks

*

You’re not really
asleep         Your hand
curling fear
to a push away,
lands on my ass
(I was into it, too.)

*

When suicide
stops 

*

and even
breath
     is
          boring

*

I woke up
next day
anyway.

Jury’s out—…

*

…but

execution

         ‘s

stayed.

*

the Japanese Maples
for shimmering fur,
are sure nervous;
mine’s worse.

grieve.

*

laughter’s only

ever


at me…

*

I cream
       my

jeans

*

I debase myself
face fucking lax
     grip on facts
I die
when looked at

(ANYONE)

*

Some
Smartass
plant—…

*

The trillium beside
the road beside it-
self the reader
feels a fourth wall crack
along the facet’s some
one’s once thoughts made
manifest the enviable sure-
ness: crash coming Down
stream from thou, O
tender observer, what suds
up a cocktail’s prior
ice? Spit, duh. We leak
a snip of snaps.

*

Whole lot of world
worlding at me.

*

Going

“World

world

world”

*

It takes a lot 
of world worlding at
my head in rain
goes: blink

*
scissor    snip
      hits    vision     (QUICK!)
in a chatter   so I’m 
     AWAY             from   it—
this life: brain fit.

*

snips in and out 
of being a person
it is a hungry
way to see and
(such an end! more,
more, and—…)

*

Summer,
still not
   done—
“AGAIN” it says—…

*

Now all my sideways looks
unbloom the sun. It only
learned to shine two days ago,
as such, was no real effort
clouding it off. It apologized,
covered up like a nun—…

*

  to  split           my
    own   head                        w ide
to dig : OUT!,
OUT!, God!

*

Stupid sun,
don’t blush the noon
blind. Your every
way of being a sun 
is all I know
of growing, remaining.

*

Don’t scorch

the cream,

flow heat slow

like a money
              shot.

*

Let all faces turn
low—flame for
soft eggs, fertilized 
just for the joy of
aborting…

*

(Hearts    like
stale    candy     hearts
(chalky; an
          afterthought))

*

Now no one
save for my 
most hardened
hearts (raise
your fists!) will know
solitude.

*

Lipodystrophic 

fashion    week/,

AIDS!!                Super!!

Market!!              Sweep!!

*

Thinned through the 
cheeks, some variation
on chic. When I was 
last cognizant of the space 
between my eyes. No gap,
though, in vision.

*

and a flower

would break

your heart…

*

As if evolution wanted
beauty above all things.
Nothing could rate higher—
you will above

*

A drawing
of
my asshole:

“  *  ”

*

The pure moment
when I disrobe,
if modesty’s the robe,
or pretense

*

if this most holy
now should cast an
eternal

*

A fragile nib inks
veiny vellum,
blood set loose
to drain the
word.

*

The words I’d scrawl in cheap 
spiral books would light
the right critic’s eye, way
back through his head

*

The traveler travels
long. This is the path 
of “do, don’t ask.”
He’s only ever dying.

*

In having come along 
this path lined each side
in cracked barber poles.

They spiral spiralingly,
the hypnosis in villains’
eyes. Crunched
like Captain Crunch. Cliché 
beyond RDA.

*

Yes, I know
                myself,
my end.

*

Caroming on a wing,
my delicious bit of grit 
called my ‘personality.’ It is
a shame. I have only known
‘it all;’ that is, never caught
unaware.

*

mocked by God
a French Fry fraud
He’s announced his candidacy 
for mythological—
I say we vote
YES, divest, get
wrecked!

*

Get in the back of

the back of the van and suck

and suck…

*

“Foaming at the mouth”

as favorite

sex position.

*

Come on down! You’re the
Next let’s press 
our cocks SQUEEZE
from each a pearl:
lustre. Hard dicks
do not, cannot lie.

*

I pretend I get mugged
to explain away the
bruised face

*

Stomping around in galoshes
at the bukkake film shoot.

[the next day]

Worker’s Comp adjuster
clears her throat, sighs:
             
                     “…you slipped?”

*

Like muffins are a vehicle
for butter, this young
blood’s only made to 
smuggle (or snuggle) DRUGS

*

Things I mostly almost don’t
entirely regret: my having
been at all, it’s like to be
before birth was my chance
to defect, abscond from out 
this stubborn biology, find
some purgatory to haunt.

*

Twin snakes kiss my nipples
in my tattoo in a dream. 
Clay scoots further onto me,
he groans my love a sway
and thump.

*

Undreadful as ideal
let’s   unbridle our
   uncivil uncouth lusty
gallop—
mega lotto redneck
gonna get
FIXED

*

Those grey hours were
better than alighting 
in light without a lover

*

Now I’ve spent
my tokens and the carnival
is packing up

*

I never was more
absent when accounting
for this lumpy
lip. I go away, my 
eyes DIE, turn    HUSK,
turnstiles to a simpler
time.

*

Grace borne of
the future interrogating 
the present with a 
gruff insistence on 
honest empathy.

*

My bones crack dawn’s
path from horizon,
form an arc from
nerves to guide day—
here is how to die:
breathe many breaths,
then stop

*

Coming bitter to 
the lick and conscious,
my dalliance with a 
dahlia, see these eyes
(magnificent) light on
some petals, some rain,
some sky

*

The moment of the 
heretofore unknowable now
is eternally returning to
its own becoming becomingly 
Your stupid hunger,
your willowy frame,
you weep.

*

In my night terrors
Clay walks away
I bitter all I
contact my brief crop
of early lust
frost-nipped, now 
no love obtaining 

*

Come see me as I 
greet infamy. It is so
valiant a thing, to play
at Christ and soak up
all’s fuckups. I die
for you—in a “socially
awkward moment” way.

*

Glint like an arrow
head some igneous
chipped glass it splits
scalp cheek or penis
in flight makes a hero.

A champion.

*

Now, you have the key
and total permission.
Will you blaze
new frontiers
of filth?
Or cower like
modesty’s dowry?

*

And finally:

A glue whose smell’s 
adhesive to what’s parted 
off from your more whole parts
(as in it sticks the breakdown back
on your makeup)
(you know, like: “Help me inhale, 
and” etc.) 
Posted 02/08/18
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