From the Shitter, With Love

Don't squeeze humor too hard.

Blasphemy to say we have the same head.

This is for every man and woman

I've ever loved: will be flushed

in short order.

It's never held me to my word.

I always made you eat yours.

Drained of every calorie.

Nutritious or otherwise betrothed.

Clean sheets should not belong.

Look, I'll play a word game too,

if only to amuse you, called truce to

abuse your sense of benefits. And doubt.

If I seem unhealthy I am.

Biohazard fornication:

I think I've seen the URL somewhere.

Seems to be the only way I know.

Not an insult, a mission statement.

Time's up. Down the hatch.

In Europe the hole is differently placed.

-ambi ass amore

Windfall

She bit off his ring finger first.

Jesus! he said. Haven't you any manners?

There's silverware in the drawer.

After a moment of thought, though,

he bit off her finger too - and dashed

out the door.

Luckily a ring, like a LifeSaver,

won't coerce you into choking.

It'll just feel really uncomfortable.

He wasn't worried, he had unshaken

faith in his peristaltic strength.

Still, as the gold eroded

the world took on a reddish tint.

He thought perhaps he'd become

perpetually enraged or even insane

since his senses defied symmetry;

bled alchemy;

ruined reason.

the ambassador

Standing in the Sea

standing in the surf consumed by
countless angels body surfing
through the blood of dying cattle
infeedlot style neighborhoods but
her eyes like the ocean
green and blue give gifts
immaterial and intangible they crash
like waves over your soul stinging
salt on the wounds
ocean mist that tastes like tears
falling on bearen earth
chemicalized by artificial fertilizer
brought about drought and made Oakies flee to the coast
she stands
sea water swells around her ankles
like tears in your eyes
flow over the levy and it crumbles
streets are rivers of emotion like hate fear and love
call but no one answers the noise is too loud
waves crashing as the sun sets
her head filled with distant
places where the sun is rising
to a new days bringing streets veins flooded with hate fear and love
as intangible as her gifts
we rely on their presence
angels fall but her oceanic eyes
steady your legs in the
tumultuous violent sea
some say it is angry
it is pleading for mercy

-the colonel

Makeshift Minds

The indefinite boundaries
confine you to a room
(or a coffin)
to explore the room is to move
forward then a back, ramming a log into a medieval fortress.
Chisel away at that wall. Make it crack
wide open.
expanding that boundary yet may be possible
stretch it like a womans skin around a developed fetus
Taught. Vibrating
with all your thought
It is peaceful inside the wall (or the womb)
see peace within the self - extend peace to what is outside the self?
let them in!
imperialists or the mind - or soul?

Still stuck in this tumultuous room (or womb?)
hot sticky and evil
let them in...
extension of the mind. Amoeba eating lunch in the tepid pool of unwanted water

Open the flood gate of the room (..womb..) move out
FREE
ly
Inconsistant is organic
Makeshift dwellings give no shelter

Scale the wall, open the door

-the colonel

Not a Thought

He tried to order his insanity and

that was his third mistake. It is

reality that is ordered; insanity’s

where everything is real. Brought

his feet into and out of two holy

hydrogens and an oxygen but “my

halves are carbon, I am fiber, I am

a liar – try to follow if you can.” So

they listened and interpreted insinuations

that autonomy had a part to play in Ultimate

Demise: The Rise and Fall of that lump

in your throat – where’d it come from? I

‘d blame Jesus. He wanted to feel (second

mistake). There are better ways to notice

blood than to get a crowd screaming for

it. Appetites eat or want enough only

to momentarily sate, you soon find the

same void dressed in wolf pelt. It’s always

howling. She got pregnant and I can’t

stand getting stoned or stoning (even

in a voyeuristic sense) so I let that

baby get all born (first mistake.)

-the ambassador

Deities and Definitions

When deities fall,

webs collapse with them, leaving

citizens wishing we

could still communicate.

Our eyes are pink

but LEDs no longer blink

so we can tell we're shit

out of luck.

I continue to spill words

on you; it turns

out they mean even less

without a god to define them

-and, more importantly, who

I am-

so all these little molecules curl

down the drain and out

of sight.

No mean, no message

in the ether, just inconsistent

ciphers; I

know not who you are

but we speak in emergencies.

-the ambassador

Midwestern Hospitality

God, dear brother,

do you see me breathing here,

seething here intimately,

communing consistently with

angels and delinquents

screaming for anarchy in

Chicago?

Go home. This isn't mine.

Delilah, I think,

you've moved me inappropriately.

I'd never say this on my own.

Alleviate my sensibilities,

too often I submit to

rationalities and do not

listen to myself.

I must go back to

Chicago.

Oh, this aching foot of

mine. How it drags;

how it holds me aloft.

I'm answering the phone

with halted breath.