ancient epicurating

you are almost
made of stone
i am almost
made of stone

without arms

we roll against each other
in a museum

waiting

for antique ejaculations

librarian's lament

why not listen

to the
tear drops

hanging on for dear life

to your almost
forgotten eye

how to say why, what

you can't reach into that
which becomes more
in it's past
than in it's future

norway, soon
those old sagas
will be fossilized
and we shall read them again

black tinted scrolls

our very skin

the oil became flesh
the flesh became a cry
the foxes shivered under ground
and grew antlers
out of confusion

languages came and went
some books were canonized

são paulo, truth or dare

kids on ghosted bicycles
storm past the lemon glare of Lula
and the Samsung blue tinted smile
of what's-his-face
into prosperous nights of sweet scented sugar popcorn
and lamplights long forgotten
singing
guns 'n' roses hits
to the steel raven
flapping
it's nationwide wings somewhere
in the black smog
in the darkened diners
and the taxi driver's petrol stained havens

"john carpenter was here"

a hooker's uniform
resting on a window sill
turns catlike
under the crescent nothingness of a moon
too shameful
to bare it's skin

a murder of helicopters in it's place
exuding lifelike whispers
to skyscrapers
wet with rain
still
dancing
that tired old jig
taught
by centuries of junkies
hopped up on capitalism

telephone-sex on a dimly lit expressway

there is so much
to be said

under the erupting volcanoes

but nothing really
to deafen the cries
of creation

short poems dedicated to suicidal seagulls

speak to the head of the triptych

say

what do you know
about brothers and sisters

what did erupting into meaning
give you
of beauty

other than
short gasps

and billows of
bad breath


---


giant squids

so hard to find

so easily left behind

the sun is up for entertainment purposes only


1

jumpstarted

into adventure

unwanted

by christlike tiger

on frozen lake


no toes


2

gypsy women singing

about gypsy women

singing

about gypsy women singing

somewhere in new york

phosphorescent sea babies

it's not hard to imagine harder times

new desires maybe

it's not hard to imagine another imagination

free of desire maybe

white clouds
whatever latin name they bear
not shaping into your sex

or your mouth and your sex

like a bag of cocaine laid out
in beautiful patterns
somewhere in the sky

to make me think of you

behind squinting eyes
and with an imagination
i imagine

that will never bring anything
better than this

summer memory from the Hardanger fjord

none of us
are split in half

none of us
are split in half

rowing boats
reeking of sex

and platonic solids

bomb night


the concrete melted

to deprive
every standing thing

of it's shadows

remains of whole families
would fit

in a red wheel-barrow

JET SLAG

there used to be so much forest
and snow

earlier

bordering a huge
naked rock

used condoms ebbing
and flowing

resembling tiny seal pups
listening
to

a different earth

between the legs of
a different universe

record prayer, blessed up

as the bored
attach themselves
to the enlightened

the fish escape the sea

"WHEN THE TIME COMES TO LEAVE, JUST WALK AWAY QUIETLY AND DON'T MAKE ANY FUSS"

-banksy

be a museum, and preferably an egyptian one, and preferably one containing tons of statues of isis and osiris

it's not necessarily humanity
that comes first
maybe doom
an all-devouring lust
doom
your feet wrapped around my neck
doom
and extacy
doom
and that
which makes you love and persist
and drift away in human happiness

not knowing
like a sparkling leaf in autumn
not knowing

not caring

doom and not doom

a sparkling leaf in autumn

after the singing: echoes and reverberation. then, finally, peace in the cave.

of course you are right
saying that JEIN is the only word
needed to speak german

and that TENGO GUAPAS will suffice
in spanish

such is history also

charles darwin shadowboxing
while walls

crumble, around him

and we'll retreat
to a room
where, finally

we can talk

one-man discoteque

i was really

becoming

well-read

from studying the

atlantis-like wort, sinking

into

my forehead

Rainbow paraplegic

not funny

serious

not funny

serious

powder keg eyes

(also: new year's eve and who to dance with. and: new year's eve and who to dance with)

not funny

comic book personality

serious, not funny, serious, comic book personality

sending postcards from a ballroom
in the belly of a whale

tap dancing. hardly any echoes

2

skinless

I asked you
to accept my nature

your skeleton

went over to the bar
and shook it's bones

it was over

---

fined

for hanging around, waiting

for poems

staying tuned

listen
to the pessimists

saying

that everything's
already been said

by other pessimists

YESTERDAY; ANYTIME

moons travelled backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
bodies stretched backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
caravans continued backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
faces grew everywhere, on everything, sang and spat
mouths formed everywhere, on everything, sang and spat

moons

faced down in puddles, under rocks

stay in the glass
there is nothing

outside

except
abandoned glass

HEARTS # 7

conceptual heart

this heart is invisible/and I give it to you
all I want
is for you/to throw it
and write a letter of apology
to the person or country
where it lands

HEART # 6

hearts never know
said ringo starr of the beatles
knowing, something
that used to be secret
before ringo starr knew

HEART # 5

hearts were in style/when I was young/you could
take one/you could take one/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/looking out of windows/judging/
like hearts do/other hearts/heartily/and the other
hearts/looking back/from across the street/you
could pick a fight/you could pick a fight/with hearts/
when I was young/and the heart would win/and
another heart would win/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/they would fall out/from sixth floor
windows/and land accomplished/on the roofs of
expensive cars/shouting bloody hallelujah/if
they could/hearts/when I was young

HEART #4

fictitious heart

I've had hearts/ believe in hearts/ I've had hearts/ believe in hearts
I heard hearts singing/ I heard hearts singing/ in the aloe vera grove
with jupiter voices/ jupiter voices/ hearts coagulating/ rotting

can this heart be a little more festering/ can it be a little more rat-like
can this heart be judged/ or obscured/ ridiculed by passions
condemned/ unheard/ tried/ in the aloe vera grove
moon/ moon/ sky/ jupiter/ rabbit/ turtle/ fox
fox voices breaking/ fox aeterna/ fox populi

I've had hearts/ believe in hearts

HEART # 3

hearts
relax
in hearts
never thought of
by hearts
that never
relax

HEART # 2

jungles collapse
in star systems
collapsed
in tiny universes
collapsed
in minds
collapsed
in hearts
collapsed