ADULTS TURN TO TOY PARTIES

I thought I had lost you in the storm.

I was afraid I had lost you

in a completely different part of the lot

on the totally opposite side of the mall.

I bought stuff I didn’t really need, AGAIN. Thinking

of her, and how you forget to remind me of her.

She reminded me of the major year-end sale

of my life, the one I still think about all the time,

the infinite pull of two monsters moon docking

each other in the back booth at Stuckey’s after practice.

It hits me mostly at night when I’m too fucked up

on anxiolytic properties and alcohol machines.

I thought I needed her.

you told me I didn’t need her anymore.

I should just go down to the park and find someone

to give it to me hard because I needed it hard.

Run her through a spin cycle then call the purple heart truck.

Suddenly I remembered every word I’d said to her

was total bullshit.

All those things I’d ever felt about you were straight

total bullshit, then I got the little man cleaned up

for Sunday school.

There were two figures in the rain trying to walk

to the porno store a block and a half or so up,

a tangle of wires, massive black change-your-life

Cockzilla rebuilds downtown Tokyo.  Seattle

can sink or swim, yall don’t really give a fuck.

We were all listening to the radio,

you could see it coming through the walls

like Houdini, his appendix or whatever,

reports of the typhoon or whatever it was then

turning 180-degrees on its wheelbase

for another unforgettable trip to happy city!

That was total bullshit, asshat,

yah, me and my homeys went boogie boarding

off the top of the statue of liberty,

unmotherfuckingbelievable! At least one of us

feel like dying each time they play that mandolin.

Like a buzzsaw in my skull, love makes you do things

I would normally handle easily with a glue gun.

The entire enormous bush got yanked

in my eye before I had time to blink or put up

a new one exactly like the original excepting memory.

The building was lifted slowly off its foundation,

flipping around the other way, it’s another Fisher Price

fresh view of the missile silos reflecting absently.

But who thinks ecru wainscoting and Spanish prayers

for salvation on a floating armature is safer?

a 1979 through 1989 Operation Cyclone

hatchback in excellent gently driven condition

smashed out the supposedly bulletproof plexiglass 

testicles of the pitbull, Amputee Lifeguard.

Police speculate it was gang related. Act Of God.

Stand up comedy renaissance.

“Those trusts have some odd balls under them.”

Witnesses to the execution observed

the execution was flawless but overall it lacked fire.

When the all clear was eaten by an Italianate marble

vestibule where Washington had once been feted

to radical temperature fluctuations and now common

total fucking bullshit.

From the sensitive uppermost tip of the foreskin

rug, hand tufted, no child labor that we’re aware of, to

the unwinnable argument about GOD as all knowing all seeing

condiment no more than twenty seconds long or it hardens

and becomes indelicate, you can’t take it back and then oh! no!

He will find what he hadn’t lost.

Is it ok if I call you mine?

Is it ok to wear white to a black wedding?

I was so afraid.

I was afraid I hadn’t lost you.

You lost a lot of water in those first four days

just incase you hadn't heard,

you lost a prometheus and artemis,

and the artemis was drunk as hell.

There isn't a particular reason why 

I hadn't lost my virginity until four.

Whether the person has passed away,

contact was lost, or the strength 

of the mechanism was both

too much and yet not enough. 

If you hadn't taken your own life

I would have taken you out for pancakes.

When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you...

When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you...

When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you...

Now that I love you, I'm afraid to

think you’re going to break that newborn? 

You’re not alone. Someone you love is addicted

to abusing Journey. 

News flash: Not having a job gives you a lot of time

to help the poor, losing their balance in boats. 

Only love is a moron gluing feathers on a flume.

If I hadn't lost my job in advertising

I never would have lost my Virginity.

I never should have gone anywhere near NPR.

I was so afraid she’d ask me out. 

I was afraid to have a girl, because

I was afraid of worms.

I knew she wanted me badly enough

to destroy an entire city block.  Her dreams

of becoming an inspirational wheelchair

free success story were only realized when she

became a rockstar with edema in the right foot and ankle.

But others, especially in the United States, represent

what American readiness to challenge logical explanations

is all about. Americans call history textbooks stumbling

blocks to unity.

Some think that “The First Thanksgiving” wasn't really

a thanksgiving, resembling a tea dance. As a matter

of fact they call it “The 1621 Harvest Celebration”

because they agree it was more like what you might call

a harvest celebration.

Historians call this comprehensive type of information anti-

systemic data.  Though none will admit to being open

anti-systemites. They just enjoy some ‘you’ time and a hot drink

from a king’s head, thanks to chemistry!

Some of the most prized domestic teas took years

to accomplish it, while others take only minutes to kill.

This party is made up of both varieties.

A female-only gathering of cannibal chieftains and their

sharks where participants learn about and buy sex

toys is a type of party plan similar to Tupperware

massacres in prohibition, or any, era Chicago.

Watch Bambi with a genuine sharkskin Monster Dildo,

our most popular baby name for 2012.

What does my dream mean? 

When cats die do they go into hiding

waiting for the chance to reorganize and recruit?

I waited all night outside in the storm but she never came.

I was afraid of that.

Last update ... 

I was afraid the Lock Nest monster (sometimes called Nesty

or Nest) was not a real hokes. 

but I don’t know what you’ve got to lose your rag about.

A WEDDING HAS OCCURRED

(B-ROLL)

(VO UP)

ANNCR - The screeching subway cars collided

in a tastefully understated ceremony,

the young bride flying as far as a hundred

yards in either direction and embedded

in the tunnel walls.  Some of the tile dating

back to the depression era was handmade

by giant terminal ants.  A single ant can carry

an entire show on its back despite a poorly

developed script and characters.  Yours

is the one gay color.

(:20 DONUT – INSERT POETRY)

When they die they continue to sing for as long

as seven hours.  Some things don’t need to be

explained, like the meat you dream is wearing

your meat tuxedo and appearing live on Access

Hollywood in your place so that you can sleep

late in firing position, the lazy curl of the Fosterbird’s

lower abdominal piercing. African Variegated

Amethyst Kidney Stone. 

(DROWNING FX UNDER)

Let’s go to the perineum and get the particulars from

animatron Mickey Bungsplitter…

 

“...at two minutes thirteen seconds into the ninth, 

winner by technical knockout and still lighter than air 

Unitarian champion of Bra World:

The Guatemalan Tungsten Rooster,  

Jesus "Five Sleeping Eyes" Iglesias!!”

(RACE RIOT FX UP AND UNDER)

You may blight the internal landscape with baby jam.

I now have the honor of presenting for the first time,

Mr. and Mrs. Laugh or be Dry Brushed Celeste Velato.

(DISSOLVE – DRIED BLUE ANTS BEING SCATTERED ON A BED)

(FX – SEX ON A COUPON CIRCULAR)

Some species are known to mate for life. 

Gibbon apes

wolves

termites

coyotes

barn owls

beavers

bald eagles

golden eagles

condors

swans

brolga cranes

French angel fish

sandhill cranes

pigeons

prions

red-tailed hawks

anglerfish

ospreys

prairie voles

black vultures

But this couple has a thesaurus.  

(MUSIC – Mendelssohn’s “Monthly Blood Featherer” UP AND OUT) 

FATALITY

FATALITY

tobogganing over a transplant medalist, she hypnotizes miners

from their trousers, teases toads into toad vessels, each a tame volvo,

when flipped a fishcake, without the humidity to sling isotopes as rope

tricks, molding asparagus of their rinse (saddle-sore,

                                    uncredentialed,

u-joints and exciting theorem on a hair within a hair in a lunarium

in a fort) sonneteering chrome seals, the heaviest reborn moose hits the silk

first, all wrists of digits in the eye to lick, it’s that adenoidal nexus, Al, that

cannot modify pain or fullness or co-star with Minutemen in orifices, eat

Vitamin Water and you’re back! Nazi cycles of the Who Shoved Thor winning

a cake in the Tower-de-Prance, always in season, never an ally, alivest where

they deaden deeper trim, carbomber makes Louis Lopez the Cali Kid

                                    swizzle, he being that ornate—

a seamstress moiré on the goddaughter in too far to itself (it has those

eater layers) a Satyr’s Miata of strenuously polygonal pacifiers, gone yogic

sending into the slit (a whimperer) now I go arrowing you in a kibbitz I wanted mis-

spelling itself to afford gangrene-- this is the feel of the dome removed and still

the sky has a magnifier. This is the shenanigan of snakebird. He brings his own bin,

gets what they opine. Parochially so special, only maybe four are polyvalent.

The enchanter viscid as unlined stomach skin, yellowish powder at range.

What you deliver is to be changed.  Unless a new rule is messier.  And cans of April

fistula by the goal.

Goalless but artificial enough for heterotrophy, magnets in pairs of one. So this

placenta a witch intuited gawks itself, plunks good cash on a cardigan, offers

perpetual lube but refuses to duel on the common, more of the aftershocks of biceps

not where she thought she left them, under the keys to the Dreft. At Coal-Black

an’ de Pulverizer’s prizes they hurled a serenade in two cats. Deppity Short

and his band of the bed retired, pumpkin of touch-type salad, it stresses

an unbeknownst bull’s eye on the porch, just as Itchy is the Japanese for Trout,

in an insularism like a Methodist in a tryst with Thaddeus Rex, friend to dinosaurs

in Wapakoneta.  This, this is what I salaam too pronto, coffee nostalgia, this non-

refundable pulse. And if I eat stake, gastrosplinters make me headmaster? Kick me,

I was slouched like lilies, pasties drizzled on a Gorgon comma nothing. It was honor-

able the popsicle I did. I eat rosin deliberately to set the clock. In inertness I am veggie

sandwich to go and I can no longer avert my imperial cervix. bitchslap on the one

to this. bar-b-cue. It is a delimited altoid spoilt on my pelt. mallwork: spoon time.

A TERM IS A DIVISION

I know I’m not the Emily Dickinson of poetry but

I hate poetry; even the 1% that doesn't suck

as much as the camera inside it.

I can recall only two poems that I've actually ever really liked

(Muskrat Love and Commercial Trash Dumpsters).

1 Star 2 Stars 3 Stars 4 Stars 5 Stars

without the tears this is so where I am.

...just sayin'

I'm a little confused...

you use some phrases that are a little akward...like

At the last minute a word is waiting

for another application to complete.

I deny all technology but my comp

and this poem sucks like monkey butts,

keep working on it and work on your self-esteme too.

So what if it's difficult; writing with your feet is difficult

This doesn't suck exactly but it is confusing and random,

make it sound like something a person might say

not heard that way before and not to be

something that rhymed but didn't suck:)

Have someone else who isn't your best friend 

just say it already, we’re dying here.

And the basic principle is –

the less you understand it; the better it is for all of us.

The better it looks, the better it sells.  

Kind of like modern art:

The better you solder it, the better it works.

Songs are better than poems, but for me

only because of the music part. 

No amount of prep will matter or be

repeated or ever be remembered

because you will see the signs and leave

when someone mentions Black Veil Brides 

in an everyday conversation. 

When you understand how to apply

the principals of hypnosis 

in an everyday conversation,

you will become a master of influence

and one of the most powerful one billion

teenage poets in the world.

Can you answer this question?

Would you use the word caveat

in an everyday conversation?

It is still shocking, though, to hear

a little nine year-old girl say, "Asshole"

or "Goddamnit" or "fuck" or one of the other

four words of worship,

one that always had been a household word

like poet lariat or televised hanging

used in speaking of the ordinary.

i guess it worked.

 face to face is best I think, for anythings,

everyday recurrences of living

in a hole in the ground with

someone else who isn't your best friend, 

not newly chosen or long considered

among the most revered of contemporary writers,

the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue.

How long is a baby considered a newborn?

Or a matter for comment afterward?

Read your poetry back to you and ask yourself

Holy shit, I’m an Indie Motherfucker!

Who would ever have thought it was the one

telltale sign of grout erosion due to leakage. See

if it sounds natural, and if it doesn't, how you could

fuck with their heads, messing with the

saying itself from the beginning through

the scene featuring the destruction of the green

planet by powerful subsonic waves.

An interesting way to get people to read it,

I guess I just wanted to see if I could write

in time to the words.

All its uses and circumstances to

donate for a substantial write-off, ask one of the Nuns to

read your poetry back to you and ask yourself

am I the writer I want the world to think I am, or can I

win big at the poker table!  Or take a chance, go all-in, and

utter at last that meaning of its own

“I Can’t Believe it’s NOT EVEN Not Butter!”  GOD!

for which it had long been the only word

you have previously suggested here.

though it seems now that any word would do

shitty poetry isn't defined yet.

Well my peotry got published so mine is good

and i want to see your lips move

with over thirty books of poetry

it's depressing to see so many people

waste so much time on being...INTERESTING.