the policeman knelt on the person's spine and shot him in the back of the head

experiment 243: colorín colorado

hold out
green jeep 

stripped mud rut

desert road

how dare we remember
our freedom

this is what we chose
mud rut desert road

tequila bottles no seat belts no doors

Baby I Want to Tell You How Much Like That Ice In the Measuring Cup I Am

hard and mean
jailbird fag-out
force of cock
baby tried something new
hurt myself and everyone around me

take a long shitty breath
for fashion the people
who slide around it

your heart will be torn out
improbably
again

baby they're not going to stand around
for your lamentations

the world will churn
merciless

yet i cling to the sides
wind pattern regardless
of my sinuses

brutal baby
show us the black eye

bloodgain

 

experiment 242: self control

In Thick Grass

Barroom rage is like you 
and so is that apology you gave him 
after storming to the parking lot barking 
of imbalance to not cry.  
 
Well, now. Wide halo  
of full-moon beams 

like a UFO, 

sets us in tall grass on the East River. 

I turn from the skyline and you 
are a stone rabbit crying blood, 
Chrysler-crowned miracle. 

We are wrestling on the landing of some stairs

on the isthmus
or in a white glowing desert,
 
the steam of redwoods,
I am different but you know me
better.

experiment 221: comic sans

Took a diuretic just for this night. 
Knew you were coming over and I’m seeking 
consistent escape. Washed down a laxative with this beer. 
the idea is to void 
perpetually, my darling, 
while you, stoned, wait in the living room. 
Another cocktail, add castor.