new poems- end of 08

Home Again

Lifes all about
dying
like car batteries.
Lifes all about
cumming-
Love Making-
Open Mouth Kissing.
Lifes all about
taking shit
and/or
giving life.

Lucky to feel my guts
Knotted and stretched,
Lucky to have breath to loose.
O so lucky
to not give a fuck.
Deep breaths help me fall
Deep in love
With anger.
Deep as tombs may go,
Deep as you want them to.
Winter midnight
screams high pitched wind.

Not getting laid-drive-thru happiness-flavored ale-
my moms sweet side of the family,
makes a hell of a home.
If my car would start,
it would be good
to get
away.





Spinning

My surge protector
Hums
Still you can only buy
One of mine
And 2
Of his
Illness
My lowest cost of ownership
Streets are flooded
Thousands have left town
The newscaster is frightened
Low of 52
Not that cold
Fucked for life.




SO MANY THINGS

So angry, sex makes my stomach ache,
Flavorless skin,
The most suspicious lover in the world:
Wants to be pinned to the wall.
Wants to take it all to the next level.
Thinks she’s worth more than gold,
Or peace on earth for that matter.

Shivering in my sweats,
Spitting on my own floor,
Removing layers of face,
Seeing whatever’s under the skin,
On the mind.
It’s all truth in there.

This makes the lies more real,
They gush from the ground like worms, after rain,
Everybody is a modern bullshit artist,
Some starving,
Some fat as pigs,
Some write hits,
Some kill themselves.
Quitters.
Idiots.
Madmen.
Dolls.

Why give good karma bad head?
I’ll tell you why.

Love is a pudgy bitch,
She leaves no tip,
Chomping,
Crumbs falling from her chin
Like bombs of lust,
Leveling cities,
So many civilians.

Bones of rubble-
Cuddle
Cuddle.