I've burned
the fraction of

the infinity upon my nose
lighting the days first tobacco.

less I have to worry.
less I have to worry

as I lift and shake
and circumambulate

the stacks of books and trinkets and things,
monuments to my impotence.
tobacco burns and i siphon off
its fluid fractions into a stale smelling cup.
it dissipates.

i can
see around the world

but vision deteriorates
by the inch.

i can
see around the world,

never to a point of stop --
just to a small, infinitesimal dot.

fractions that make up the blur.
there is too much labor in it.
let it go to the drain,
let it go on a coagulate wave
of dirt.

i'm too young
to be feeling fear.
let's go get the bum
to buy us some beer
so we dont have to think
about the weight of our arms.

i dont want to lift, i want to be lifted
away, away from harm.


PalindroNe

your kiss is infinite.
like sex with a praying mantis,
(after it) i run around headless.

severed it endeavors to find you.

Poet García Madero and a Cut-Out Window

Song for the Home Movie Prosateur Buddy Glass

That Same Evil that Possesses Mandrag Ganon Possesses Me

I'm like a pirate
I want to believe life has the dimensions of the sea
it never ends
it just goes over and over again

Maybe what I feel in my chest is love
or maybe it's just a collapsed lung
I'll never know when to take it slow 
I'll never know when to take it slow 

God, please, cater to the satyrs
make life less miserable, 
and syllables more sibilant, 
saying things more jubilant
like 
life's simple
a sybaritic nipple
to suck from with
lip and lung and pliable tongue
and a pack of cigarettes from
the corner station
now we've got a conversation

Why can't I say I love you to every girl I see?
'Cause I do
Why can't I say I love you to every girl I see?
You know I do
Like this girl in green scrubs running across the parking lot
Saying, Don't run over me
And I said, I won't
but I want to

English girls've never seen fireflies
never stood in a field
or in the pitch black wood
like some yahoo,
some Yahweh among to stars could.

Virgin to feeling
for such thoughts of greatness and greater being.
This is American living.

Sybil and Sex and the Fear of Death (a Little Sumpin' to Consume Us All)

Your immaculate conception/confection has risen again
Shoulda taken contraception
Shoulda taken my affection

Poor Mary had to lie
It's a fie to fornicate

Knees to the patriarch
Knees to the con art

Thanks, Ennui

D'Fuck?

Phantasma (a little less rough)

blueprints of a song i was once working on. couldnt figure out which set of vocals i liked better so it kinda just died in waiting. kind of like the funny experimental pasting together of it.

(vocal set one)

zugehorigskeitgefuhle (x∞)

i need surreal estate secret agent
i need a hump of venus with a sage scent
i need my bed tailored so i can wear it
fuck norman mailer, he cant write worth a shit

im out of step
ive met no one the same as me
i want to dream while walking

im like a pirate
i want to believe life has the dimensions of the sea
it never ends
it just goes over and over again

(vocal set 2)

take my name
take my address
write to me
tell that im the best
youve made love to

a thank you note for rote rhythm
things memorized like catechism
like itll save me
i guess i need it kind of desperately 

Woolgatherer

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