picking out pain / pruning pricks
taking a bath / boiling ticks
trial and error / man in the mirror
washing out varnishes / vanishing spirit
sallow and shallow / the pitious pauper
goes out to graze / and gets wet in the water
he runs to the river / and swallows the sea
he swims to his stomach / he rides to his knees
he opens a window / he fights off the breeze
the words get worse when the wine hits
white woman wishes she wasn't a wife
we watch her walk off worries
while Walker whips the kids
lotion in the basket
neuken in de keuken
i keep my shit elastic
i give your shit a poke-a
autobiographical, logical, empirical
the scientist is magical
his measurements are miracles
a story that speaks volly-umes
(albeit half-satirical)
his birth was very audible
his mother quite hysterical
the pain was quite unbearable
his baby head was tearing her
his brain too big and spherical
now grown he studies politics
his metrics mainly cranial
a useful one for lobbyists
his biases all genial
A crack / a cry for battle,
by kings with crowns / cast downward
to knights kneeling / not even
whispers from / the fat spinsters
who mock the men / will let my
little girls / go untilled by
that sharpness / sheer avarice
those boys! / they toil brother's
ancient venture / vast sageness
of fathers / far forgotten
creatures of it / they creep in
the fields burn / battered female
calves for harvest / held in farms
raptured vengeance / captive veal
let me fallow / allfather
my reeds grow high / how easy
i keep my flowers / fat leaves
fruiting with / wide bruises of
rotten pink / pluck it all off
cap me cleanly / corpse of rat
my throne grows up / through the oats
Born under two stars / blue storm
womb eater / man and woman
Lady Ash / Lord of Rainhome
grown sainted / by god-swift bow
sword of paper / metal pen
clouds ripe with / mouths grinning wide
heaven places / heavy hopes
Breastplate lacquered / lips gone chapped
she writes a letter / "Whether
it reach you, lover, / read like
I whisper to / your wide hips
and our hands pick / hot flowers
from silken groves / grip this ode
as if my words / were woman."
"I will return / in raw heat
to suck nectar / your sweet flecks
of sweat, your mouth / my bounty
I gasp here / passion grows high
I can feel your touch / take me
skin burning with / bright yearnings
for pleasures / we could yet play."
I crept into the warehouseI took out all the coins
I snuck into your basement
in Bondurant, Des Moines;
I grabbed your little brother
I brought him to the street
I said "start dancing, cowboy"
and shot him in his feet.
I shot your little brother
I shot your mother too
I shot your baby sister
and she was only 2;
I walked her to the basement
her fingers on my thumb
I couldn't pull the trigger.
I snuck out of your basement
in Bondurant, Des Moines;
Your little brother's dancing
with all my stolen coins;
Your mother's hands are shaking
your sister's having fun
she finds her little daughter
up playing with a gun.