experiment 344: hungry eyes

road-hypnotic; astro-graphical deep read, cartography of here 

we are pulling tapeworms; in red glow of Titan,

in uncertain emu tones,

clicks, distant truck downshifts as orcas;

rumbles a belch of thought—

experiment 342: lord only knows

om
en
cigar
rillo;

Picket
nor
flongo
,

¿cómo qué?

in yr 3am headlock
i am that binch,

push off flat tone
of sleepin' in

 Kick a fucking tent pole

Pegged for life 

[no title]

second-whiskey relief,
all teeth pulled from my head.

your 10pm visit sustained
a fluid dream. release
dying but not-yet-dead breath—

and what’s next?
suppose mainlined
unchange in currents
relaxed, sense trust, chest
pain but briefly.

six years old, i asked my dad
why my heart hurt,

described near-emotional sense.
dx palpitations
but i wonder—

cavalier privilege of family,
you’re an extended hug; accumulate
an anemone grab of genius love.

communal nematocysts: rapt, youthful

realized & toxic,
gin & tonic;

how hope
liberates. today
is our day!

 pretti good

norma l beautie s

on daily—flip-thru
pages; sailboat,

ever-ending;     love
     tho chaos or laugh,
    be quiet retreat—

by car:

delicate tableaux//

envelopes either party,
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung.

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--

Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; shameful for naught but delay.

had we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins? how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone?

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle, 

a cough, i fart:

time for medication—
set our hearts to rhythm, lower BP.

slower: you look good today, would you like

to go to the bathroom? your feet spread, firm; 

lean forward, push chair's arms; ‘nose over toes.’ 

there you go, now slowly. we’re not waiting. 

experiment 340: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—

 cranberry for color

Eexperiment 338: parade

Opportunity
and then the season is gone—
to see is this way

experiment 226: i am the voice of sarah strickland’s rage

 a flower

                   it doesn’t matter

     which 

     species

          is

                fed

microplastics

high Ph

               and blooms

               just

               because

               of you,

experiment 343: the only thing

teddybear lil nodepuffs, spines—
dehydrated.
Dusted fingertips, pull-apart notes.

run hot water,
do not touch your eyes
or yr—

fallen dusty cactus panels;
water, all;
let, to find release
despite—

thought about rousing
this body with a footstomp
with closing eyes
floating; jolt them awake

blood october sun
downfinger petals
mold-erupted// 

white-centric

scattered-about 

hue beyond color

Experiment 339: dtmf

papery skinfeel

concerned

abt touch, unfamiliar w/age?

Her arm hangs a broken elbow,

diablo,

yo quiero cojer <3

ya sí, I’d

like to happily stare up

at the stars with 

your smile

to direct. <3

Pit

 

PHOTO SHOOT

Baby plopped arms

just trying to be a person;

puffy eyelids

barely moving

intolerant

powerless

inevitable. 

txt to matt

Octopus clumsily strides 
over shallow rocky seabed;
somehow 'bolero’ plays in the background. 

Bubble sounds and someone in the audience 
thinks about how they forgot to return a phone call.

experiment 338: if i was a cowboy

Home an ever-changing, unfixéd mark,
gathering dust, hack-cut flowers in greening water
folding back, browning, white mold on stem,
cracked leather//always something to buff,
dust, fix—
and in all this decadence of decay
we hire staff to manage, maid/gardener—
begrudging, spray the leaves of the dead.