raging lamb

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own
___bodies good to eat a thousand years.

______Howl, Allen Ginsberg











cell phone pocket portraits, Jim Joe
courtesy tiny vices


- the bookends of our too-few-flowered days
- another problematic story with no start. Just beginning in the middle with you brushing your teeth, behind a steering wheel, hungry on ____your couch with no reason why
- the too-distant memories of the tea that still tastes the same
- i cannot tolerate being cast
- she asks cash or credit? and i clench my jaw tight it is soo hard to speak sometimes
- i have not known the best minds of my generation. I have done nothing of that sort.
- Concentrate on the headlights. the low-fi grey and the white line. anywhere it leads that spells _f_a_r_ will do.
- f*ck you i am attached to connection,
____and the gaps between people is murdering me (murder to me) (murdered me)
- have sullen-faced faked a laughing noise. (till my head comes off
- and i'd jump from the 2nd floor balcony only enough so the pain has icing on it. the delicious tang of masochism in the cathedral
- the concepts i struggle with cripple me. i am no man i know.
- dear god: i'm going to leave you. Here's my ring. I'll take my chances with annihilation to your barren scrag of a life. Sign the papers, I've ____called the cab already. Remember to eat right.
- once upon a time we were all soo beautiful. Remember when I told you I'd put a big red-bow on the world and give it to you?
- if by way of fire-ritual, catharsis or a bottle of crack.rum.novacaine you can exorcise me, please, i beg you with the smell of someone who is ____soo close to death their shadow hugs them,

______(how strange the sound
______how strange the sound)

- here; sip the water.
- untouched i merge with tables and bleed ink.
- it is too cold to be out here.
- i stare as she smokes [how far i am]
- of everyone i could have become... this?
- my body makes a mess. dust is dead skin, my floor is a mist of it. and fallen hair. tissues of snot and semen. half-moon nails. saliva around ____my mouth. i am slowly coming apart. gravity has abandoned me. (or i it)
- i cannot reconcile myself to that darkness again.
- someone with a mouthful of seritonin please tongue-kiss me (or spit it in my face- i'll take what i can)
- my skin is yellow. patchy. aged. my pictures are soo far away. (there is a world with a red bow. where is the bow?, help me look)
- seriously though, how boring is this conversation?
____she stares at me.
____everyday we talk about it. __i'm bored.
____you're bored? we're trying to help you fix this!
____a decade long i've needed a fix no god or mechanic could give me.
- your love would have been safe with me.
- this moon is soo unreal. have you always wore that look?
- a few more of these days i will be more robot than man.
- the carousel.
- of course there is no reason for any of it. (and another leaf falls)
- in the other room i hear a voice but it is not speaking to me.

______(how strange the sound)