Purgatorial skin to skin
Bow in: one hundred naked men
Heads drifting on top of black water
The rest of the bodies disappear below Steamboat Springs sulphur baths
snowflakes tingle our scalps
hot limbs shift and drafts
Where Orion burns ten sullen paths
Of light flying kite-like, staring down at us: half awestruck, half awe-shucks—
Drifter, Ex-hustler, high-class-callboy Paul once said
everyone should be owned
into the cloned darkness ego/numbed.
I have been a pig in every major city in the world
and I have never felt guilty
The performance of identity:
You can watch it like theatre. Sash/tray:
Lobbing Molotov cocktails at the city.
The aspens collect snow and look pretty.
At night the tractors manicure the mountain.
The mountain range is snow-dusted jagged curvature from the airplane window
glint-sheet sided mountain brighter than white internal fireglow
agitating my perspective: their married friend Ben just became Gay:
I have never been friends
with the mediocre. Dear ego/son
I've been friendly.
My mother, she had every tightwad tidewater aristocrat with that inbred tremor
Trying to get her and she chose the son of a coalminer.
Yeah, she fell for him it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous.
Writers don't want to be happy they want to be scolded. Be able
To say: Yes I respect the god within you: he'd leave me a thousand on the breakfast table
for weekend cocaine: Black Jack: Craps. Wheel and Poker.
That's a great symbol of respect. Control Freak Gays with one quote-frantic-joker.
Akk Akk Akk Akk
That was very Brokeback.
In the 80s all the most beautiful boys
were dying first…
somebody told me it was because
they had the most sex.
Atticus Finch, now that's class.
Open Range on the highway home:
Halfman: halfhorse: now we're inside the ochre ass
Of the continental divide where three horses pose (one red/ one brown/ one white)
For the highway hums with tourists ski and snowboard racks
As standing protest in the absurd Colorado theatre with their manes
Flag-like flapping in perfectly staggered silence.
Just thinking together standing like band members. The future is a circling star kite
looking all horror-faced down on us
in the shivering aftershocks
when Hybrid humans gain the might
Of an [artellect vs. intellect] edge
Let us pray.
All myths (including Medusa's wig of snakes) come true
as cryogenic robots learn emotional intelligence, until the last few
hybrids hunt down and kill the dinosaurs again.
Dominion of trance: I am swimming through mourning's curse
on the facile body's choice to charm
the cranium's swarm.
In the hospital a woman harangues her mother hunched and cruelty soaked
in her wheel chair
her daughter's Russian voice echoing through the hollow elevator shaft
All the way down to parking lot A.
The virus studies the host. OK. Do I retreat into unthinking mindscape:
Colour-blocked into joy? A tool
Of the master: Let's get the well-hung peasant into the gene pool.
Is it Nietzsche? The world is unfolding as it should? Only a fool
Translates snow piled knee deep in the dream yard as surprising
the skin alive.
I am naked
in the snow bleeding bloodlike stout
from a slit hoof. Micro-pulse of the pupils. I am seek: sought: survive: Bow out.
Rover-Rover Let Ronald Come Over
A feminine flight a gift hypnotic. Hail's warning is appetite.
Clandestine clover: God can only speak to so many people at once.
God spoke to me and I promised to pounce
On any queer ass that brake the code—-
I'll have my peaches alamode
With lemon lime
and a tangy turpentine.
God chose a funereal fugue, cryptogenic dude,
I refused to never trust; you must learn to speak loud enough without being rude.
Dear Sylvia: Skin like let/us be plural possessive without the apostrophe
Symbiotic groove tangled weather makes a catastrophe
Wherever you, dear Sylvia, strove. I'm living the life of a NeoCon
Doctors look at my name tag and then call me Ron.
My company car smells like cardboard and ashes.
I'm too quick and too stable—-
One ounce primal
Two ounces debt-free and almost always cashless
but the rest of my story is torture-fit to truth
like a soldering of the mind featuring this incandescent proof.
I should have known I'd marry an addict.
Tisk Tisk Tisk:
I'm too tired to take another risk
Sip sham/pain in a fairy static.
A feminine flight a gift hypnotic.
Sticky-rich sluts descend upon us:
I can see why people want to bomb us.
Trust thy self and trust thy Cable.
I can see why people
Want to bomb us. I promise please promise:
That you'll never really bomb us.
Hail's warning is appetite. Bait
With a Jdam at a 95% accuracy rate.
I'll gladly pay you doomsday
For a president today.
O sugar lets tamper this test into daring.
God chose a wedding fugue perpetually glaring—
We're off to tear our own label. The room began to rumble
With chatter like a wave of hunger
The room was speaking in tongues.
And like I said God can only speak to one person once.