Marshall Plan house of wood burns
on Roman stone
while Atlanta mansions
become ash

the language gate closes
and we are reduced to a terseness,
a gesture,
symbols

seeing people become themselves
trials
judgements
resolutions
costumes
masks
ends

fantastic holidays
far outside the zone
late walks long ways
home
sleep
impressions

a desk in rome
rain
cellular living
like citrus
like biology
signals

nothing for so long
then a sound,
a car on rain
a door opens,
you wander through

it's not nice,
no need to be,
just a need to fall,
have it all be for a reason

it's not enough
never enough
just to bleed
always a need
to vomit
to hurt

you dreamt painfully
while my stomach scraped
longing so to turn itself inside out

should have copulated with images and paint
masturbated with words instead

turn aside
move along
the street separates us
as the enemies of the world

how to move
how to think
how to feel
how to know
how to be
impossible all

laugh and put on the costume of evil
take the prize of my hurt
and walk away

fail me
fail my eyes
my ears
my ability
reason
tongue
longing
revolt
will

stealing from some is never impossible
no matter how much they give away

pain drives the interstate
or the local
sometimes passing knowledge
sometimes yielding

how do you save enough
for tomorrow
the uncertainty
the loss
the maybe

trash today
without enough rest
without coherence
walking too long
to the curb

car maneuvered,
head around,
vision fixed upon
the moment in a parking lot

to be spilled
to be regretted
to be forgotten
to be unseen
is to love

take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
when i'm empty
there's nothing i can do

fear
pools in an eddy
while arrogance
flows out in rhythm
like fists on the weak

america insists
on your devotion
your honor
your love
then balks at the reins

push go on
more try do
make something
happen, and
make something
worthwhile, and
don't stop

your lateness wears on your mind
like smoke smell
and you hate it
but inhale anyway

smile and destroy
rip your dress
then cry now
then laugh
ok
but please no more violence

we tilers and hammerers
with colours
and innuendo
breaking to create

let's go out into the sun now
let's go and not care
let's go content
let's go
let's

it's not so dark or sad or painful,
anymore than white is,
or air.
it just is

leaves drift over one's body
like bruises, blow by blow
when will it stop
this bleeding

it doesn't ever stop
like a rake on sand
unsoothing instead
uncool
undead

the shirt irritates skin
like a clock ticking in polyester,
a hurting haste

numbness
pain
nauseated clouds
shifting
falling
rising
like balloons float
and die

it is too much like this
please
take what you need and go
or leave what you must and stay

while you suffer, trash and kill
i vertigo, vomit, ill
seeking water
and air

you break
you kill
and destroy
and i was,
and i still am,
but i am not immune

you say you thought
i'd have protected you
while refusing to return the favor

coincidences,
can make or break you
mean nothing
make you laugh
want to die

on asphalt
or stone
in the gutters
or polls
on principle
or hope
continue

run hide away
look for a green hole
to die in
leave us behind
to die
fighting

basta con quest'errori
basta con questa vita brutta
basta con me

non lo so
non lo so
non lo so
non faccio
non devo
non posso
da solo

quanti
e quanto
qua
prima di sopraviverci
prima di curarci

quello che posso fare
é domandarmi dentro
e ferirmi fuori

failure to mend is to blame if a repair falters,
not the original flaw

i dreamt thirteen
and saw five more
then two came and ended it
like aesthetic jacks

stop
don't run on so
don't spill over the precious edges
like all those other times

if she were here there would be a deeper fullness
where the breaths were fearful and low

she's the one
but she cannot defend it
she's the one
but she cannot tear it down

enough is enough for now
until the gap is breached again,
and unbearable

didn't come here to be set upon by the likes of you
but there you were
waiting

too much
too often
too many
too dark
too heavy
you're right,
believe me,
i know

running with vertigo,
nausea sits front and center,
it's a strange death
coming slow

trying to lose sight of how it appears
and just think it the way that's the clearest

pace, pace
not too quick or much,
but waste not
lest you're ready to not get up again

all too often it seems,
some are saying clouds are full of rain like it's a bad thing

working with the diligence of forty
according to who?
Cervantes maybe

a faint beat
a stumbling
a weakness of limb
a dull pain
insists
to spite my youth

sometimes it stands behind,
so close i hear it breathing
and i know
no one escapes

i spotted a carnival last night,
here, there... go see.
i spotted a carnival

time time time
nothing new
nothing left
ended without delay
so just get ready

more poetry would make people get the meanings,
the beauty,
the weight,
so he says

that damned lightness hovers
and the heaviness bodes
a wanting
a wait
meet and greet

dinner came with stories of strangers
telling stories of strangers
they saw last night

walking into the room with a lit cigarette
boring or not
it is something

return return
away she rode a bike
bringing back an urge
to lay down and die

out of the water
a breath like the first
something to be said
for such steam and heat

black makes it feel much better,
no one gets that
you don't want to pretend it away

when driving a strange road,
do you ever sense a curve you can't see
just before it?

how many times,
how long can this go on?
you made it so far,
so far
so far
so

when the milk spilled
it made a mark
like chrysanthemums
so i kept it in this place

what have you done now?
you are bleeding all over the place here
a beautiful shock

i'm a good secret to know...
not pristine
but unspoiled just the same,
like the best whore

given the choice
you give it back,
the failure of accountability
is yours

plastic spoons for afghanistan
for honey
bees
buzzing
strafing
killing
spoonful

don't get blood on the stairs
when you walk out of here, murderer,
we hope to climb them

where is that sound coming from?
it sounds like, wait,
is it raining or am i bleeding?

the sink yielded
the water flowed
the floor caught the weight,
i felt so much empathy

anxieties made the antagonist in peter pan,
and devoured you too

testing the day for rain,
looking up,
and the water on your face
tries to play coy

the coffee took you by surprise,
the cup failed you,
the saucer flew away;
begin...

it's not pessimistic
to know we're not the end all be all of humanity

tantamount to auto-genocide
but an exquisite corpse is the only hope

if you cannot fall into the abyss,
then you cannot say that you want to live

inside and made,
they killed rabbit suits and owls,
nearly like a dog that has rabies

hermaphrodite transhumans taking the place of fearmongers,
but not fast enough

liquid impulse electrical charge
take the place of my tongue and mind
and feed me

in a closed room,
hip to the mirror,
tortured just enough
to fail beautifully

plastic repulsion;
plastic obsession;
plastic unavoidable;
plastic death.

the blue blood in my veins
tells you who i am
you think i am your friend,
you are wrong

waiting for text messages,
courting by satellite,
fucking by phone,
living wants.

rapidity breeds a wordstring
steering strayly
like before the wreck of pollock

time pauses
and you fall forward
into her awkward hands
blissful
in the lateness

plastic sleep prevention;
plastic manners;
plastic play;
plastic leaders;
plastic death.

20 syllables

invention begs
like an open orifice
to be filled
with an assault;
oblige