HOTLINE FAT KID REJECTION

you couldn’t cure my criminality so
it’s every night a hotline walkout
my alligator hide cringes under a confluence
of grooming tips and then the sudden
meaningless, green-noduled bleep

i easily peel against the lizard lid of
my despair

an emptiness or a marathon of wig trampling
social light years imitate the gape:
an imitation gape
telephonic goldilocks is held hostage, it’s become
a death row where’s waldo
in here

the autumn lava lake’s great performance
ended in a copper spout, a big tap for beer jaw
play along to songs teaching cuts
to osmosis, the lazy fast-food route
to death, the fucking funny blood type

after many years i finally got round to churning
brain soda, and so now, finally, a fat kid
got named after me; a desperate cure
needed for a guinea pig like me
said fat kid saw a strange number on a cereal box
plus then also: energy critically eliminated from the
grace of the underboob

they’re electronic golden braids and they’re
really running away from me, and it’s:
hilarious

almost as though the hotline is
taking them for prank calls!

scalpels run amok 
no vaccines against
evenly distributed

emptiness, deactivated in a dog-eared restroom;
homemade contraption reaching out
comes equipped with crème brulee
clowns rallying together pushing for:
railway teeth rainbow burp
and signifying nothing to these
professionals

on purpose?

Drive

that’s why people are missing
branching out
for spandex porcupine

after you die
look into the eyes
of the morning’s
posthumous bone starlet

heated bleak
affects your
pterodactyl hat

i love burning bushes 
and gigapixel rumblings
causing bigger problems
than new plasma suicide

positive impact
inflicting personal tetris
on people’s missing
cubbyholes and warm
sigmoids

in the curvy zip tie
the grouch
was hung, 
the tweeting cannon 
on a lazy susan

perched still

unfathomable nuke
knows what he’s talking about
large and small can find
going headless
a huge treat

hurtling toward
the center of the chew,

chill

romantic
bedbug platform

packing orchids is
distinctly different from
the drive up to hell’s
kitchen’s acme

dharma from the
intolerant
apartment

pollutant

Pain Storage

never been so emotional about an old computer 
blue within, counseling superconductor

wheel of fortune offers more lamp
the wounded decided to show up bowled in glitter

ripped buttons and rivulet ribs are important to all
i think you got it wrong, renaming your brain rc cola

exhaust sudoku with mantis springload 
all your interruptions have exactly that movement

what navel flint can you make with a shoehorn?
wearing a sundress intensely public

acorns landing on our helmets
believe in aliens at any moment with the power of our new red

cranial eggs
start playing, neckties returning with your stolen throttle 

the act of swallowing is messing with my maple syrup
getting ready for my curry trench to burst out

and lie on top of my sweaty warehouse
recumbent scissor got the spiral measure

the treatment of twisty
got drunk during the bagel’s important retrospective

the bridge of my nose refused to dismiss reel-to-reel storage
i do not defend veneer nor taiwan

Somber Arrested Cheering

why so many like
doppler effect who plays meatwad
what i’m doing is i’m waiting for
the slinky to come home
emerge as the big winners, the inspiration paid off:
everybody – including the law – is finally an asshole 
dorking, the place i grew up in,
is out of jail!
i think i am going to follow everybody
steve carrell diverted to prayer
i’m going to become an
endangered jam
the second coming of the tyrannosaurus
polka dots smoking lonely, both tongues in cheek
like sweat chair crust
encounters with the most puzzling kleenex
in a trailing pattern around the nostril diagram
astonishing haunting cmyk images
inspiration for
giant squid’s apology: said he’d see me tomorrow 
last flagellatory look, old crazed droop on the atari 2600
somber arrested cheering, booed wedding day lasers
just doesn’t have
paranormal chores proletarian enough, and,
i don’t know, SOLID enough
an unexplained pancreas is all

Panic In Crimes

rejection by your pockets is hard
their contents go from chocolate to charcoal 
stretchy nightmares
tearing through cobweb sugar,
licking your lips but wading heavily
flattened punctuation in the karaoke
suicide note 
singing this way always mesmerized
the other shoe

transplanted organ of obscure origin, what a
fine, lost, losing thing you are
you’re so crazy, organ – to lose yourself is so crazy – nobody
does that, nobody
simply loses a toy that cute – which
was merely passing by, it
merely asked for directions, asked
what was up, it was merely
passing by when
you grabbed it – and mixed it with
the mental hospital’s lino 

i ‘liked’ botched war crimes on facebook,
and though gaining support among my friends,
their second last and last aftershock look exactly
the same as the previous shocks (each peak
a clone of the other) – like, what sort of
precedent does that set?
i know the stunt is not in fashion but
judo throws freaking rule –
dropping like ho hos
seeds are our mentors’ monsters’ mothers’
disease farming sick,
a fort of sick dangly bumper stickers
instead of blankets, too large
budgies for the aorta cage

if you can produce a single jockstrap, boy
you may rule this island, i
swear

dr. who panics in motion sauerkraut   
how i love how they integrated modern baptism
to spread the whirlwind
and take the new retro by storm
to support our friends at
randomly pushing daisies  
with hands where no person’s hands
should go

Trojan Horse

all the necessary fillings are inserted
the trojan horse feels snug and full, lowered in by the ceiling fan

like paper cuts, lightning caterwauls outside the high draped windows

mood deliciously dark

‘won’t it be hard to sidestep the piñata’s errant scatterpoop?’

the rope dangling from the ceiling fan diminishes
for now they make love on a jurassic marriage buffet

just as it safely touches the floor, the friendly trojan horse gets yanked up by the foot:
disoriented friendly programmers inside frantically design a consoling computation

its treachery unplugged
tranquil domestic stick patterns uncoiled like a maid’s fist in the hair in the bath

now the hoover dam takes over the pavement

rare moments like the fanny pack redaction: says
sex shrouds my liver,
the disorientated occupants stagger out

‘you have till 3am to be chupacabra and then the snuggie will pass, buster,’ she says

a nintendo game boy will die today, he says

‘how did you assholes get in here? our watchdog knows loadbed for carnivals’

PROGRAMMER – shut … shut the fuck up, OK? you ever read the rocking horse?
it’s a great, great story

PROGRAMMER – it’s about a man who calls her genius gambler pussy a barbie heretic

PROGRAMMER – it’s about an infinite amount of doors – you’re welcome to read ‘door’ here metaphorically – with an infinite amount of monkeys in front of them – you’re welcome to read ‘monkey’ here metaphorically –

PROGRAMMER – the theory goes that one of those monkeys will eventually open one the infinite amount of doors

PROGRAMMER – lottery, babe

‘won’t they scatter in a crash death?’

Lego Universe

junip’s earthquake languished on the drool lattice
calorie vibes come together are a nut for flies
she was the light phase fluffing
the afternoon’s free thor display

we were all excited, like big mouths
for nipples, the bell’s peanut shell
cracking all around us,
tortured like whooping subway bacteria
under our feet,

and there was this strange sexiness
primping us like tampon dolls
and happiness’s assault disorder
reigned briefly, everything briefly
was quite alright

underground it buzzed chattering
junip’s scoops, hard riot debate
religious ideals turned into
light knitted headmounted muslim
the mood straining hard
instead to get laser-eyed nick cave
and other free stuff in it

freedom a muhammad ali cough
expectoration flying through the sky
light phase indeed, acquitted raccoon
yowling, no disorder’s zipcar spark’s
large devil proton in lego quadrants
or on the braille visor

of a monochrome hippie