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Sacrificial barricades 

Loneliness is like
that soft squid 
you whisper
to yourself                               sonoonehearsit—

  it’s like knowing
  you’re falling
   off the face of the
  earth—                              straight up

                          rogue cosmonautlike

                         or a balloon popping—

you like the way it feels—

your lips bleed—

what are you going to do

              with this piece of dust
                                                      —you’re gone
   you’re not atomic—

                           what did you do

                           to get into this place—

He looked around and wondered the same

All footcrunched and timeponderin’

Sorta lookin’ all like a piece of mawed fools gold

it’s that depth that rings to a snap
on the finger of lists that waits
in frozen whistles the tunnels of tomorrow
ember in the toes that feel
for the gravity tonight it hums
between busted bent black shapes
it barricades the sacrifice at the stalk—


Then the


the icy sound of
somewhere else

It’s no wonder these things
these leatherhands wrinkled nitrate
when they ring like drums copperopolis

                You’re perpetual
                               a dying breed
                                             they got you
                                on some lists

           Take a drink
from the glass
                            of the exit wound
                   in your back
             carbine           offering

                                                                    We know
                                                                     what you
                                                                    have done

Smell the incense burning spliced from the spiral 

                     When the brass watering can 
            the passiflora incarnata
earthship turbinesoul

                     When the rain
            doesn’t stop for weeks

When they show up
with the tank
in the back
of the truck

                     When the moon

And them chickadee
      laser beams

them white whistlin dreams



          Believe nothing

you’ve been fooled
                                                        From day one
           everything you lap up

                           Is a lie
                                preprogrammed & designed

     With the intent to oppress
                    hold you back
                                                       From what you
  could have been—

Do you feel jaded

             are you angry
                                                      tell me

                     What you’re
going to do
                                                                   tell me

                        How does it you feel
       to know you’ll never
                     Truly be alive


Attach numberpacks
                             to the superbank
                       loopshine on
                                                   the skull
                total grindlight
                          eight finger
                     ..                           speak up
                like a laser
       who cares
             the busmurm
                                                             get up
         to what you will
                         before they
                                                  tacks attached
       piano keys rapt
  uptwist the knob
           send it scattershining
                                                      back, I
             it, no
never will

           it slides
  down the neck
a gearwalk

The stats

        Everyone still wants to read
                The tesseraction
like it’s my magnum opus
   if I died right now                                   
       and never posted again
to be forgotten like
    what you ate for lunch
         last week but not

         like it’s a star of a poem
  the rest will orbit                    into a nice death
         my head exploding          for example
                                                       looking down
                                                       on the mess
                           for a moment

so what’s this
old space junk
burning in the atmosphere
in the daylight

why even bother
   everything but that one line

                      wouldn’t it be funny
               if I was just a revolving door
left to right                                         blue to red
a flaggelating wormhole    a torch of lifedeath
                  a couple gloves and a suit
                        or a vacation

                           We should use it as a base
mathematical trajectory
                         shiver sucking
               purple booch
                                like a buttonclicker