This is the slow walk
pigeons fly out of my feet
i spread seed which they eat
and at night when i sleep its on
cockroaches who carry my blankets
out the window, pink blood skies
glowing kitchens, the fallen candle
the slow walk
the long morning
the hopeful smile
the sagging chin
the scoff, the waved hand
the carried trimmed dogs
no longer craving flesh
the drool is clean
i see a dead pigeon
and a cockroach leg
i kiss the nearest wall
i tongue the whitewash
its time to rejoice
can you sing?

I want pleasure
I want to open the seam
crawl inside and soak in the spine chills
i want to mop the floor of the peep show
i want all the vibrant stars to be holes in the night sky
to a bright burning world behind the black
us on top of everything screaming into the loud ocean
our words blend with the tide
the ocean our blood
our veins salty
these beating waves
driven by the moon
pump loud against the fog

I want to steal a car and drive it through the desert
i want to run out of gas in the middle of the highway and abandon the car
i want to hunt with the wolves and drink from cacti
i want the sun to turn red and paint the sky in symmetry like the aztecs
i want to hold a beating heart in my hand


To be so simple to be so godless
all the plagues coming one by one
when does a body become flesh
when does flesh become the earth
when does it end and where does it start
when does love become a fetish

a belly up fish or fish like thing on the lower planks of the pier
at the very end of the pier where everyone was fishing
it was long dead
i went and sat on the bench and it was the same kind of fish or fish like creature but with a small amount of blood on its right side gills and a heaving chest i thought i was about to watch something die the breaths grew shorter until there was one big gasp then nothing for a while but then it started breathing again so i felt that i should do something i flipped it over with a piece of seaweed i was afraid to touch it because it was a foggy morning and i was drinking coffee and i was feeling rather ~Pensive~ it looked like a cross between a fish and a frog so probably a tadpol it looked at me puffed its gils and opened its huge mouth very wide i tried to push it into the water with the piece of seaweed but it wouldnt move i then grabbed the tail and flung it over the side of the pier i watched it fall and tumble and disappear into the blue green it probably died either from the impact bloodloss prolonged suffocation or was eaten by a bigger fish but how could anyone ever really make a difference in such a big cold world

but there was nothing behind the curtain
except a few wooden bones
i moved behind it and hid
breathing into the fabric until
it was hot and wet
i the spider spun my web
to the ocean to the rain and just right light
and how it caught flies
id wrap them up and sip their blood
choking on the way down
to the shrinking stomach
the lifeless grey clumps bouncing in the breeze
like the oyster
i stayed pink within my shell
sinking in the fine sand drowning inthe music of the waves
but unlike the oyster i had no pearl
was but a quiet clam a projection
i never asked for anything
i just wanted to sleep
dreaming awake
i closed the door and sawd you in half
your legs were still moving
and you waved to the crowd as the tide moved in
three bears, three bears, three bears

wake up
the farmer sleeps as his cattle graze they were his cattle on his land
the farmer slept
the world needs you to finish something