Mercury

I remember going to the mine
with father
desert landscape
abandoned shaft of
red crimson
sand
stone.

Rocks blotched
like lepers
Don't touch!
Madhatter
Mercury.

Blue silver goop
liquid metal
liquid bullets
quick
si-l-v-er

Improv Westerns burned
landscape of
scrub verdure
La Mesa Grande
distance
wild animals
wild skinny lithe
desert
cReAtUrEs.

Cacti
Ouch
Pointy mittens of green and purple
Ocatillo
Dead all year
Spring
minimal flowers
O'Keeffe posed nude
Stieglitz was
photos
binary filters
O'Keeffe.

Fire on the horizon
pulsing rocks
dead lands where
Caballeros
starved the
Mother
with tumescent
Bovine furnaces.

God smiled though.
He did
Long extrusive
smile
ripping
La Mesas Grandes
long past the lizards.
God smiled
fear and compunction.

Mar.28.2016

Obdurate molten earth
Home they call it.
Tejas.
A special place to me.

This year it was
cold
-light snow

Something

Dead branch digits
denote the death
of Purpose

The homeless man
He
TO
LD
me to listen
to him
sings
51 year old black man
his words
Kelly Clarkson
Horrendous
A charnel house of sad noise

Movementofwater
Chuuuuushghshhhhhh
Splarsh splash
Drip slap strop

Mother

We're out of

Today was a better day.
I saw two birds fight.
Mini-crows outside a supermarket.
Domestic
Squabble
Squabble
Squabble

Gas prices: 3.47
Newports
Houston
Unconscious Sagacious
-me

Poem: Mar.24.2016.

I.   Here.
You.
There.

There is no snow this season

Signum

When I close my eyes
in the sun
Red Red
Reflections of the skin
When I open my eyes
Blue.

It's warm.

I prefer dining with human company.
Jesus did
Even to the end.
Last drive thru.

Ah! Side A is over

...Side B

She's angelic
You know
I can't stop
The thoughts
Eating.

Pink smooth
Legs
Smooth skin
Necessity.

Her hair.
Millions of tiny
extension cords

Plug them into
My eyes
My hands
My feet.

Candle lit
The electric universe
Dead
Janitorial it was.

I am on the run

Happy

I.  Here.
You.
There.

Happy

Poem: Mar.23.2016.

I am the

Lord of the
Warhol Cans.

Drifting a drifter
along a drifting
dusty dusty
road gravel

Car windows
Parallel lines of warped rainbows
Jack-knifed
My brother crashed.

click click
tap tap
scream
moan
sex under the looming
Laws of Death
Firebulls
Killer guises
Laughable wrenches.

Nothing but bad thoughts
incubated in a bad mind.

Tomato juice

Paint of the human canvas

I fed my dog a tomato once

At the top of the Alps

there is nothing

to do, but

ski down down to the bottom.

Poem: Mar.22.2016

strapped down?
ready to Go?

I don't know
yesterday there was a problem with the

roach
look here!
look here!
down here!
scutter scutter
smile smile
ready to Go?
smile smile
scutter scutter
don't forget to

black
black
black
morose skin
leaves the body to use the

ready to Go?

slapping the void
it slapped back
smells of dead
living friends

tomorrow I want to
go to the

ready to Go?

Ahhh Yes
The Age Old

Nothing to be done

The Devil is 6

Fire

Tears of Baptismal

font

Oh Holy

Holy

Holy

Mary Christ

She screams like

The Door burns under

15 fathoms of

…God

Debased

drowning They Swim!

No           Lever

Fire      Fire

The sky

Left Hook

Rigid…God

Stiff Compasses

Entrapped decent

Liquid

My seeing mucus marbles

Use ee e less s s s s s s s s s s s s

////Ice pick\\\\

Innocence they callll itttttttttttttttttttttttttt???????

I

God          Fear

Skewer the whore

FUCKING DO IT

Lord Protect Me.

Fuck that pigheaded inflated promiscuous detrimental cocksucking ventripotent offal rabid rancid deflated bastard psycho psycho psycho psycho psycho psycho

Path to enlightenment

She’s beautiful.

Why not?

Bongos smear the infernal canvas
Ernst my
Importance of
flesh belongs to 7
70X7

Walk out of the light my boy. I have a message for you. Your mother

Walk on
down the hall
Look inside
Father
Forgive
Mother
I want to....

We looked at the lab results today. I figured that I'd be okay I was okay.
Yes.
Yes I was....
okay. Nothing but cancer

-That is rather than die-one should look after oneself

Ivan Spiridonovich
shot himself in the mouth-

¡Dia de los Muertos!

1824

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing to be done

Nothing is

…certain

Poem: El Cid

El Cid

Mauve sky

tree of sheep

wool; blowing

mercilessly-

Wa

                T

                                Er

deluge-

spray-

ocean; Brackish God

El Cid.

Green.

Light; moderate

;dark

Rapturous

LED Goddess.

Lamp to

my

Feet

Palm Trees

Deceiving Sanatorium

Bark!

Forest pathway

manhole

Evil oppressive

tape

Street Lamp

Street Lamp

Street Lamp

Gecko trapped

Street Lamp

Help!

Onyx Black

Wa

                T

                                Er

Laps-Water

Bebida

Bark!

annoying putrid

insomniatic

Gold Fish

WiththeSharks

a sad

but

necessary process.