son et lumière ~

clipside of the pink eye flight
i'm not the percent you think survives
i need sanctuary in the pages of this book

gestating with all the other rats
nurse said that my skin will need a graft
i am of pockmarked shapes,
the vermin you need to loathe

inertiatic esp ~

now i'm lost

last night i heard lepers
flinch like birth defects
its musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin, it said
i'm lost

now i'm lost

dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs where wolves hide
in the company of men. it said,
i'm lost

now i'm lost

are you peaking in the red?
perforated at the neck...

what of this mongrel architect?
a broken arm of sewers set
past, present and future tense
clipside of the pink-eyed fountain
what of this mongrel architect?
a broken arm of sewers set
past, present and future tense
clipside of the pink-eyed fountain

now i'm lost

it's been said, long time ago
you'll be the first, and last to know

you'll never love

roulette dares (the haunt of) ~

transient jet lag, ecto-mimed bison
this is the haunt of roulette dares
ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor
to all that enter here

open wrists talk back again in the wounded of its skin
they'll pinprick the witness in ritual contrition
the a.m. trinity fell upon asphyxia; derailed
in the rattles of

made its way through the tracks of a snail-slouching whisper
half-mast commute through umbilical blisters
specter will lurk, radar has gathered
midnight nooses neuces from boxcar cadavers

exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed

it's because this is-

cranial bleeding, leeches train the leaving
cursed are those who speak its name
ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor
to all that enter here

exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed

it's because this is-

rattling the laughter, hinges splintering inside
bludgeoned to a saddle, ring the cloister bell inside

inside

exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed

it's because this is-

drunkship of lanterns ~

you've got the lot to burn
a shelve of pig-smothered cries
is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs?

is anybody there? (spines in a row)
these steps keep on growing long (spine as an arrow)
bayonet trials, rust propellers await

no
nobody is heard
rowing sheep smiles for the dead

nobody is heard

antiquated home
afloat with engines on mute
sui generis ships spined around the yard

is anybody there? (spines in a row)
these craft only multiply (spine as an arrow)
at the nape of ruins, rust propellers await

no
nobody is heard
compass wilting in the wind

nobody is heard
rowing sheep smiles for the dead

transoceanic depth in this earth
in the cenotaph

lash of a thousand eyebrows clicking
counting the toll, counting the toll

you've got the lot to burn
a shelve of pig-smothered cries
is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs?

is anybody there? (spines in a row)
these steps keep on growing long (spine as an arrow)
bayonet trials, rust propellers await

no
nobody is heard
compass wilting in the wind

nobody is heard
rowing sheep smiles for the dead

transoceanic depth in this earth
in the cenotaph


lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
counting the toll, counting the toll

eriatarka ~

and there are those who hadn't found the speaking so wrong
is it wrong
of pavlov lore, they ran rampant through the floors
is this wrong, feels so wrong
happened on a respirator, in the basement
sre they gone, are they gone?

strung the slang of a gallows bird
rationed a dead letter pure

track-marked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tapeworm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cocooned meat
infra-recon forgets

now there are those who find comfort in the breathing wrong
is it wrong
and it houses the watchful eyes
panting in a pattern in droves
are they gone
happened on a respirator, in the basement
is it gone, are they gone?

strung the slang of a gallows bird
sanctioned a dead letter pure

track-marked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tapeworm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cocooned meat
infra-recon forgets

evaporated the fur because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us

they used to have corpses in them, but impulse has made them strong

evaporated the fur because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us

track-marked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tapeworm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cocooned meat
infra-recon forgets

gotta be a way of getting out
are you just growing old?
track-marked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tapeworm as pets

cicatriz esp ~

do you recall its name
as it suggested beck and call, this face and heel
will drag your halo through the mud, ash of pompeii
erupted in a statue's dust, shrouded in veils
because these handcuffs hurt too much
still scalping this ticketless applause
and when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

sutured, contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said i've lost my way
even if this cul-de-sac would pay
to reach inside a vault
whatever be the cost
sterling-clear blackened ice
and when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

i've defected

sutured, contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said i've lost my way
even if this cul-de-sac did pay
to reach inside a vault
whatever be the cost
sterling-clear blackened ice
and when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said i've lost my way
even if this cul-de-sac did pay
beyond the anthills of
said i've lost my way
even if you, who reached inside a vault
whatever be the cost
sterling-clear blackened ice
and when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

i've defected (drag your vessel, punch your clock in)