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Boo

You're scary.
Boo! Start interpreting.

Don’t shout
during paranormal experiences
at the intersection of hunted palaces
to be honest
nothing happened in the short film
and nobody
watches shorts anyway, Jenny.
No one cares about
your zombie movies
but I started moaning in my dream
the other day, and surprise
I'm all wrapped up now.
Here comes Brion. Brion
is a brackish love making
machine. No more machines!
Give me more biodegradable plastic!

Your heart
on a fallen palm leaf

Tablets showing the evolving parts

My hands all soapy. I didn’t even go
back in the house for the deep-fryer.

Just kidding.
I have avocado earrings.
I gave you an onion
ring for your wrist.
Will you marry me chubby?
Lots of children are buried there or nearby.
The toilet flushed.
Who is in there
Wash your hands, freak.
The children are biodegrading
forks with bent tongues.

We have to open the clinic
if it's gone too far
Fuck out of time
Fuck out of time
Fuck out of time
Fuck it’s on sale.
Fuck let’s set parents
up on the fence.
Fuck I’m bleeding.

Well, this is the most detail
I’ve given a stranger yet.
It all began the night we moved.
We didn’t even go back out or in.



Hang on the Demon


A high-energy family

musical combining the art of
entry, the ruins perilous and formal

we're certainly not
the place where 
    solar winds
    white noise
antigravity

she punching holes in our feet

the terminal face of the glacier
    still advancing

overhanging faces
continually collapsing
but only when it’s dry of course,
    and yes
the news sheets that predated modern newspapers

the laws of large numbers,
of never-ending badgers

the ballads will be printed: We are normal.
We like to have fun.
            We go to the market.
            We go
tra la la
    forest face
        our mossy ears.

We go chemical No.5 all over
our Christian-based masterpiece.

    The camouflage nosegay
    in its entirety.

Sojourner


Slopes slow
the road
amigo

bumps make
my flies
gather

on test
beds hard
as knots

turn the keys
over
and over

stairs
robins
evolve

without
ceremony
limber as

talismen
head on
practice

the life
friend is
foolsome

and smoke
curls
entire

catalogs
defaced
deities

keep
the little
frogs

lizards!
iguanas
leave this

village
it happens
to be

my birthday 
I want
to wear

the party