THE GREAT SHAPELESS

the tiny inhabitants of time, of the spaces in clothes and between skin cells, said in their ancient bacterial dialect: ‘control your silicon’
a sense of movement is obtained in the apartment through Tetris wall fixtures
jubilation is the only emotion that can’t be measured with special accelerometers – because it is not a human emotion
‘Forbidden Planet’ is explained with a laser pointer
a jarring young intern is always at one’s side
there are beautiful formations of brain drainage you can only simulate with old-fashioned experiments, or else with the loosening of a belt
in some photos one can clearly see Sasquatch kicking crap
we do similar things when not thought to be observed 
in the store today I saw the new model grandparent ankle monitor
the sight of security cameras intoxicates me
I like it when animals attempt to flee farms
I like the low frequency of panic attacks in pornography
I will turn my back on a caged lion as a dare
growing up is a severe challenge: don’t try it at home
in moments of extreme boredom, I try to manipulate the shapes of my intestines with my mind
inadvertently I developed the metabolism of a croissant – but that was from visiting the same cafeteria on an overly excessive basis
the twisted, tapering shape of vaguely glutinous gas forming from sitting on the same chair in the same corner by the window on an unhealthily regular basis
the warm reception I’ll receive when reaching old age will be finely and densely annotated
my eyes won’t be good enough to read the horde of footnotes and headers
the warm reception I’ll receive after landing with a parachute in the middle of a football field will confuse/terrify me
the eroding ceasefire of reality
what would it take my hamster to stick to a strict exercise regimen?
my penis when erect is frigid
deriving unplanned inspiration to do great things and become a person of high standing from the oblivious activities of monochrome figures on security monitors showing the lobby of the hotel
flexibility attained only via extremely erratic behavior
the great Charlie Chaplin had wanted his birth in stop-motion origami

BEDRIDDEN

‘choke him, choke him, choke him!’ all the Rice Crispies on the bed chant to the single Rice Crispie lodged in the Hoover vacuum cleaner’s mouth

bedsores full of static

a cobbled, novelty garden feature shaped like a sick person

a tenfoot shadow broke in last night

organic veggie coloring book for the bored ill

you will only show your ass when you’re dead

wake me up when death’s pimple crosshairs on the air mattress have turned cloudy

the fountains should be of the purest air

so yes, I want a germ-free Uzi to finish me off

don’t tell me not to eat in bed

JOSTLES UNSPEAKABLY

Grocery store puke is boss. Smells like what the cloistered wear. I’m so much better than you. A controversy which is not a great name for a goat, rather a controversy which is sunny side up. Center of attention. Tree rings imitated my slogans. What legroom is left for anybody else on earth is filled with the inaccuracies of castration. If ever I left my wallet in the car, it would cry out to me in the voice of James Earl Jones for my return. Getting nuked would equal an uneventful seizure to me. I have many funny names for getting nuked. And for getting laid.

THIS JUST IN:
corruption contest WON BY LOVE
on a quest for nexus of PANTY LINER
pussy chapstick CHAIN-SMOKING
heathens jostled BY THE UNSPEAKABLE
girl with pigtails has been ON TO ME

THIS JUST IN:
Throughout recorded history, several times the sad tale of the technician has come up. He wanted to design a clean machine. Cleaning products came back in business almost at the same time his machine was placed, with much fanfare, on every street corner. The irony of this is still lost on historians. The words spoken to the Indian next to whom he awoke the next morning are lost to historians. Wikileaks has it. They’re quite prepared to release it to the public. ‘I condone oases,’ the Indian, with his morning breath, spoke to the technician’s cheek. ‘So do I!’ the technician cried, sitting up. ‘I have been saved from the doctrine.’ ‘I have also been saved by the doctrine.’ ‘FROM the doctrine. FROM the doctrine.’ ‘So have I! So have I!’ ‘You ignorant tit,’ said the Indian, and turned over and began snoring. The technician recorded his snores. This recording, like the irony of the embattled clean machine, though quite lost to history, is not lost to us.

THIS JUST IN:
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WELL HANGED

it was a highly revealing kick in the head
a slow burn that from the very beginning showed a lot of promise
it was like the creeping smile of somebody incrementally ashamed of fluoride
the trickle was definitely taking over
and you thought the feat of parallel parking on the event horizon was impressive?

so the headache says dinner is served
to see this brain is like discovering the remains of a carousel, a birthday party mourned meticulously for a week
and if the sky wouldn’t do it, try DIY asphyxiation
let out the air using your own wits
every human sense rewards a clever, resourceful person
flesh moths wouldn’t dismantle mold on your eyeballs, or they would, but if they don’t, go ahead and do it yourself

the saddest moment in my life was seeing my dad work on his boat
it was the longest I’d ever been in a game of Basement Eschaton
a boat can be pressed against traffic signs, the most humiliating situation a boat can ever find itself in
a view from the small hump on the Great Dane’s nose 
that state of the art forgetful relevance

I didn’t write in my suicide note what exactly preceded the strange hiccup before death
I neglected to mention the thing in my head: a deadweight tune
perhaps I was too busy mentioning the sawdust vibrator the radio said Snooki had been retrofitted with, and how I’d been listening to that while writing my note, wondering if she was made of wood after all
it made sense for the vibrator to then be of sawdust
wasted nearly four paragraphs on that

anyway, I don’t know why I said ‘good doggy’ to the noose hanging from the beam on the ceiling
why the hell did I pat it in that way, too?
but there are forces out there that go out of their way to try and forge sense from death
literature possesses certain ears that can only tolerate a feral reading of itself
plugged with desperation berries
little hairs that effect a gasmask cleanse

WHAT DO YOU KEEP IN THE TRUNK

how to deal with the beautiful explosions of mumps
why did it have to be recycled as Axe body spray
who would give you the opportunity to say all the right things
why is rotten flesh so narcissistic
after how long in the oven before it’s a new IQ
what on earth is on the database
before whom did you get home, and what did it prevent from happening
what was compiled by shyness
what is so great about contrasting palm trees
by whom and for what reason have I been asked to speak to a professional food photographer
how was a club sandwich used to justify the guilty party’s actions
we used to draw what on what

EYE FOR BEAUTY

i am quite fond of mercurochrome
i am convinced by it that i see the world differently 
that is nice of it
my feet are estranged from their blue connections to my liver
i get sympathy from redheads regarding this issue
i am charlie whitenuts
yeah, i have seen what else too much of a good thing may drive charlie whitenuts to eviscerate
don’t be blinded by what flares up over the mannequin’s shoulder
the mannequin’s arm was broken by a cheap feeling
it caused a blinding spark
my knuckles get wart hungry near something so beautiful
i like deformed pencil eyebrows

THE TEXTURE OF UNDERGROUND SICKNESS

surely avoidable yogurt
mixes with disdain for sunrise
down on your fizzy drink airconditioner
or read and believe
deeply trust in etc
karaoke eschatology
oh but the bath thugs –
they of the disgusting brain ridge
washing hands in
honor of witch
for I got Starbucks cholera
the toilet paper cool of energy drink
sacrificial lobsters
reading entrails of pajamas
your bright future’s
small appearance
you learn to bite the snorkel
the snorkel mouse and you
share skills and size
then for the rest of twitching twilight:
furniture fatigue
beat gravely ill astro autism
thrive dug up Eskimo
thrive