drink thirteen a day to keep from drying out demonstration a week to keep from selling out when you give a speech, don't ever lock your knees to keep from passing out so exhausted, got to learn to sleep while standing up got to stay in the game. got to keep from slipping up and when you're lacking Zzz, the speed and the breeze will help in your keeping up a vice every night, to keep your face from falling off at first it's clear, then our voice starts trailing off then you're in Belize, down on the beach dreaming of shoving off

the armed forces are smoking three before noon down at the hilton i cringe and i croon cause i’m addicted to reason. three before noon get off on appeasement. selfless baboon my heart palpates twice before noon and all barbiturates just leave me confused cause i’m addicted to reason three before noon get off on appeasement. selfless buffoon harold lands his boeing twice before noon he scoffs at our seatbelts. they leave him confused cause he’s a dick for no reason. three before noon gets airsick off appeasement in the waiting room as his heart palpitates twice before dawn and all barbiturates still turn him on cause he’s a dick for no reason. three before noon gets airsick off appeasement. leaves him confused i think i’m through composing. do strictly tunes fit for your earpiece and the waiting room the blank is consuming all that i do my damp warm daydreams won’t do what they used to two times to the table twice before noon wolfed down by mouth men and their platitudes the armed forces are smoking three before noon and down at the hilton i cringe and i croon i’m sad to say it leaves me confused i'm sad to say i want it over.

the cold off-white, off-bone tiles run underground for miles and…and…and… i pull the pavement out of my ears to catch the rank air for a stride and…and…and… to catch the saxophone’s echo tiles that outrun species’ lifetimes we evolve as we crawl…do we?

dollar rolled into tight cylinders teeth without feelings run home to a door that opens to more holes than floor and the ceiling is peeling out of the four am meat locker and down forty-eight more blocks with the fat-faced bullies creeping they’re out prowling around for some hounds in gowns, just like they saw in the t.v. there’s no bartering with an ogre engorged, with a torch, that’s having trouble breathing they found a eunuch instead their dull eyes went red and our poor boy was pleading guess he’ll have to sew his own stitches don’t fret if it itches that just means its healing

off-white, off-bone tiles run underground for miles and…and…and… tiles that outrun species’ lifetimes I put the knife back into my ear for a stride and…and…and… we evolve as we crawl…or do we?

we all got 2 wolves which 1 do you feed 1 belly, 2 mouths - skin without seam me? i got 5 different prints on 10 different digits he? he asked to be buried in 3 1 for the hands, 1 for the head, 1 for the digits my wolves get hungry my wolves get starved whether it’s 3-second-rule table scraps or rack of lamb a lá carte me? i’m on my 3rd round of round-robin-red-rover he? he was buried in 3 1 inside the other inside the other 1 inside the other the duality of a tram scheming in the back of a trans am are they hungry? no,but they’ve learned to eat when they can we all got 2 wolves except when 1 is a feast a brand new courtroom-bout out: he’s an unguilty, unbalanced beast the duality of abe-raw-ham heard they made away with a trans am with head’s full of salt, absinthe, iron ore, opium, vegan cooking oil, and black sand me? I got 5 different prints on 10 different digits he? he asked to be buried in 3: 1 for the hands, 1 for the head, 1 for the digits the duality of glam schematics of a pram this morn’ a son was born with 4 hands, checkerboard skin, a copper coil spine and a hole in his throat the size of a dime and 2 wolves with young hunger pangs the runt of the bunch showcasing it’s fangs me? I’m on my 3rd round of round-robin-roll-over-rover he? he was buried in 3 1 inside the other inside the other 1 inside the other the duality of a pram the schematics of a scam never hungry but they eat when they can

there is a fabric, there’s a web much farther down than you or i can see there is a fabric, there’s a web under the soil that’s underneath the sea lies a web sister long legs had been wandering for three years and a half with just one direction as her path away from her father and his trailer trash from his gums that run and his teeth that gnash he’d look in on her bed, he’d look in on her bath he’d peek in his head as he said there is a fabric, there’s a web around this house, around you, and ma and me there is a fabric, there’s a web sister, you’re gonna stay here ‘til you sleep in my web five months and six states away from home she joined up with our traveling show we taught her everything she now knows taught her to breathe in fire and to tightrope every night at her bedside, she recited the walker’s oath there’s a big-top above your head and below your feet there’s always gonna be a fabric, there’ll be a web much further down than your poor eyes can see there’s a fabric, there’s a web even when and if you don’t believe there’ll be a web she first caught my eye down at penn station she was on her way from boston to trenton i said ma’am, may i please have some of your attention (i got a thing for legs, and she had eight of ‘em) she said no, but I suppose you can sit here while i’m waiting the time spent with her was most elating she taught me more in an hour than i’ve learned in an entire season why not stay here with me? give me one good reason unless what you say ain’t true unless you’ve just been teasin’ i was down on my knees, like a fool, i was pleading as her train arrived I found myself having trouble breathing stupid child, she laughed, patted my head as she said there is a fabric, there’s a web in between your kind and me there’s a fabric, there’s a web it’s just too damn close to your face to see my web i didn’t see her face for such a long time and when i did, it came with a headline sister long legs fatal fall due to a faulty line apparently the oath that she said every day of her life was a lie either way, i took the next redeye headin’ for shanghai got there as they were laying the stone above her head that read there’s a fabric, there’s a web in between your kind and around this house, around you and ma and it’s just too damn close to your face to sister, you’re gonna stay here ‘til ya you’re full of malarkey and you just won’t even when and if you don’t be much further down than your poor eyes can under the soil that’s underneath the sea there’s a fabric, there’s a web i used to doubt, but now all i perceive is my own web.

i’ve been seeing this little thing she’s a bit camp but remains pristine she’s just too eager but i don’t have too much room i’m just like her, i’m just like me and most likely like you i’m too eager, too it’s a phase, a wave, a node, a plane, a spiral, a cycle, a cypher like two mirrors facing we reflect then feed off each other when we get it together i like the words that come out of her mouth cause they sound so much like my own she sits there and tells me herself what i have always known it’s as if she mouths the words that come out my mouth fuse behavior as it’s fading wait and see which one of us is worse at waiting and who’s forced to end it

it is quite rude to ask a grownup what they make not like in a hobby-lobby-bobby-villa type of way but how much they make not what never ask an adult where they have been for so long unless you got a gold plaque or a silver watch or a bronze grandfather clock in hand never ask where they have been for so long never ask your old man what he makes not what, how much how much, not what

nothing new to report save the glaring fact that my waking dreams have all of a sudden stopped including words. opening marks mark the mess of motif. a brush with some reaper, fortunately not thee. brush with logols, floss with wii. bound by bad habits and wheel-rut routines including words. most never admit fleeting defeat, all tax-paying tenants tied to traction. annotations amid the one-eyed, hand-tied board survey the wrath which was wrought, including words. while ruminating on illumination, the samples are complimentary. the big picture bowls you over. deflated, missing all of your favorite toys including words. a liquid diet of sorts proven to detract from the recollection of scenes as well as meaningful thoughts including words. two helpings of sterno and a splenda-full spoon have been shown to slow cirrhosis and expedite all outgoing script including words. feel a bit clydesdale when a blurry wooly blinder slides right. eyelids snap up. the bulb warms. you let fly the very first punchline including words. pandora missed her phlebotomy on the same date as my daughter’s. spare me the fodder. give it to me straight and without words. done up in cloak, our he slips his hand through wine-cured oak spread across thin linen supporting an ornamental reserved for the most creative costume or cloak including words. frugal and fiscal happen to chance meet, damn shame that fruitful was slacking. watch as awkward dupes the swing-vote door. as octogenarian, she employs all available means including words. meeting held as a last resort to re-cement what’s become abstract. stretched-out seams , futility hardly fits, chock-full with bull shit relevance including words. nothing spikes the ratings board like a cliffhanger in the third act. white-toothed rays splayed beams eradicating any sense of social sanity including words. maybe they were perfect and maybe they should not have been. their teensy-weensy-ness was crushing, debilitating all tools of any worth including words. tickle in the pink fancy. soak up the six pm soaps. chestnuts roasting, pixels gaping. teeth in the third row clack, but notice without words. we evolve as we crawl. men likened to tartigrade, men likened to lichen. he had heard they outlast the icechest. please leave his effects to the furnace including the volumes including the words.

said i had a drinking problem at my job and they laid me off. if i didn’t have a problem, i sure got one now but I can’t be sore cause there’s no feeling more pure than stepping out the back door as the trays of hors d’oeuvres walk their waiters they’re hard to keep, harder to find with these supposed hard times and the feeling that I’m no better than the fly that chose the flypaper “ have you ever attempted the loose tooth of a clydesdale with soapy hands? ? living six months at a time like a dress that won’t dry just goes from line to line but it might be time for me to wring it out from our third story flat down came our mattress pad onto my old lady’s old cat and if they haven’t left me yet i’m sure they have now i felt two reflexes react, one reflection, one gag will my neck be napping or will it snap? i hope me and my brain aren’t around to find out

don’t fail me don’t fail you suffer, i know but i bleed…barely don’t say you found me say you found time your sigh falls on his silent type as i bleed…barely you say your tongue is tied yet you let slip your sigh on his silent type you suffer, i know and i bleed…barely i don’t say i found you i say i found time