surely this one won't smell

or if it does,
let it smell
like citrus
detergent,
in order
to best
deter
all my
body's
doubts
and
deliciously
evil
twists

a constellation of ghosts

what suffers most,
mostly a gas, a walled-
off kingdom of fast
casual dining, our steam-
y chamber un-
marbled, well-
maintained, hot.

press on
ye florid organs
of delirium, sweat o-
h fluid skin.. wear-
in me thin.
wearing me out
thin.

what's become of it
who's been le-
t in
sunken motes
of sparkling rashes
& freckles on pristine
slopes of snow

$3,000 poem

Fork it over!
Fuck-up shot
down shells
in way
over our
heads.
Lest you
ought
to implicate
some other
intricate
vessel of
porcelain.
What!? Pay
the debts
of your
attention!
Dig down
for an
umlaut.
Spoon
moon
nuggets
into my
mouth,
oh you
little
stinker,
you got
me
thinking
green.

how we spend tonight

fire lips
meet
dark ships
in the
wave
tossed
inlet
and keep
watch
over
starry
wells

fresh aches

body bent
towards bed
hopelessly
twisting
into flesh

sagging
sorrows
pool
in the
depths

bathed
in smoke
no ideas
left

guaranteed

fallen aching

body rest rather

dark all of a 

suddenly rest

rather fall

ache body 

no one's

guess is 

good as 

mine

incandescent rage

after a 14 hour day
i don't give
a fuck about this page
and neither
do they

charging

X on my calendar
morphs into an O
god irreversible 

indecision marks

my forehead with

an A (for Able)
and fastens a sling
for my drooping
looping runaround
engine organ
whose name shies

from pronounciation
but whose work

might one day

be splattered

across the nation

people talk

make him fall in love with you
so that he forgets all about her 

goes the urges of our kitchen's
citizens citing pained expressions
of my dark intentions as proof
that one needs another to remove
oneself from some other another

i don't want to be that someone
i want him to fall 
for me only

buried

tiny cuts
in the tops
of my fingers
go
unnoticed
that is
until i pinch
a lime
between my
fingers
and that
is how
it feels
to be
near
you