It was 5:56 and u were so real to me

thank u for letting me be 

ur biggest mom last nite

cuz I got wet and then you got wet

and then you got the chardonnay from your fridge

after all the drugz were doneish

u are so not real to me

but u can you still be my tiniest dad

that sea of kelp feeling—will you drape it on your genitals?

so I can see u better

one time u cried to that nina simone song

bcuz it meant I was not real to u

FEELINGS NOTHING MORE THAN FEELINGS

and earlier I had cried to that too, son

in the sea of kelp, that meant we were "crying" together

like two pubed babies on an astral plane 

tears are for fakers 

is what everyone is saying on the news

don't worry bb, i'll be your best faker  

 

 

for when you dress as me and speak my voice

for when i dress you as me and speak my voice through you.

for when i dress you and ram my voice through you.

for when you steal my dress and steal my voice.

for when you cover my body with your voice and dress.

for when we dress as we and speak our vices.

for when i dress as we and ram your voice inside of me.

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for WHAT'S SO HOT (apocalypse dribble)

e-pistol poetics:  letters/lettering as a violent tethering. femmy flower parts as virtual gunnings. what is an e-communion? can there be an e-harmony.com? your best matches include: other & or. art & abuse. Jennifer Tamayo & Harriet Tubman.  my emo & my dunkin donut.  i come to terms that  I EXPRESSES DRIBBLED CONTRADIKTIONS OF THE HUMAN BODIES TO CELEBRATE ITS ELASTICITY AS A WRITABLE TEXT . lol. it still hurts a little.  I DO NOT COHERE, WILL I HAVE FRIENDS? WHEN I HAVE MANY NAMES, HOW WILL YOU KNOW HOW TO CULL ME? jic:703.725.0946.

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from POEMS ARE THE ONLY REAL BODIES coming from Bloof Books soon....

Dear Harriet Tubman,

How is it to be buried under the singular displeasure of the sentence?

Your life story is depicted in a series of silhouette panels; i.e. the sentence like a sentence. In one, an infant’s body. In another, trees surround the figure of the woman shape. Then the marriage. Then the journey. Then the house. Then the death bed. Then the letters. Harriet, I eat the pink stained tyranny of a sentence for you-- get a little bit emo. I get emo near the garbage by the placard. I get emo next the Lay’s Potato Chips bag. I get emo-tional around the empty Heineken bottles likes doves in the bushes. I get emotional in the sweater I’m wearing. I get emotional on my way into the Dunkin Donuts. I get emotional on my donut.

When I look at you I say I am not a white man.

It has to be said, Harryette, that I’m 28 and stuck in the vortex of being 28

in the age of the internet and liminal spaces. One of my poem’s fingers creeps in to my asshole. & everything is there.

There is a pleasure to the body torn to pieces.

notes for assluvers

after Dusan Makavejev's "Love Affair, Or The Case of the Missing Switchboard Operator"*

for Carina Finn

i.                 EVE & THE GRAPES

ii.                AN OLD MAN WITH A HOT BEARD TALKS ABOUT THE NEW SEX

iii.               DID YOU KNOW GRAPES/CAN CHOKE A BITCH

iv.               THE PENIS WAS ONCE A VERY LARGE WINGED BIRD

v.                DON’T BE A DAMAGED CAT THAT DRINKS THE DAMAGED MILK-

vi.               THE BEST PLEASURES ARE ROUND

vii.             THE RAT(AT) IS THE WAY WE WILL ALL DIE

viii.            WHEN WE WOMEN WANT TO DRINK FROM A FOUNTAIN- the fountain gets        damned 

ix.               ---------------------------

x.                THE LOVELY LADDIE IN THE POLKA DOTS BLOW THE DOUGH

xi.               I WAS A DEAD BODIE ONCE

xii.             TOOL TIME/MURDER 

xiii.            THE EGG REPRESENTS THE MOST DEVELOPED REPRODUCTIVE CELL

xiv.            WE CAN FALL INTO DOMESTICITY LIKE WE FALL INTO A PIT OF DOOM

xv.             WAS & WILL BE A DEAD BODIE

xvi.            I’ll BLOW ANYTHING FOR A BIT OF FOAM

xvii.           WHAT’S THAT FOR GODs SAKE

xviii.         SOMETIMES I FEEL THE PATRIOTIC IN MY LOINS & I WANT TO EAT SPAGETTHI WITH YOU, CARINA FINN

xix.            THERE'S NOT ONE GREAT ARTIST

xx.             WE ALL GET DEPICTED IN THE SEXUAL ACT

xxi.            MOSTLY I FEEL HUNGRY & THEN I DON’T FEEL SO LONELY ANYMORE

xxii.           THEN RAPIST COMES IN, POSTMAN OF DEATH AND JOY

xxiii.         WHAT CUTIE; I WANT TO CUTTY

xxiv.         WHEN SEXUAL ADVENTURES HAPPEN WRING YOUR GENITALS OUT AFTERWARD

xxv.           “SCREW THIS LIFE; PEOPLE AREN’T MADE OF WOOD; ESPECIALLY NOT ME.”

xxvi.         THE ANEMIA CHECK UP IS COSTLY AND A BURDEN

xxvii.        THE ADAM AND EVE DANCE LOCOMOTION

xxviii.       WHAN A WOMAN LOOKS AT A CALENDAR ITS ONLY ONE THING

xxix.         WHEN I DON’T KNOW YUGOSLAVIA…I FELT THE LUMP SUM OF MY RADICAL IGNORANCE

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