#stonedbenots

[stonedbenots]

Dead squirrel, belly up, laying in the road

Unprompted. These visions come to be summoned, unsullied, sullen. At times, anyways. In the vicious loop of cause and effect are reactions bidden or biding? They call out to me; these non-erotic bodies. These forms. I answer. I listen. What would you have me do? What could possibly pique curiosity more than a voiceless siren, coming somewhere amidst the trees. Little fellow. Tail swaying. Get going.   Fortune has favored thee. Cuneiform parable. Silence makes parchment of my bones and tomes in turn. Great mortalizer, I accept the terms. No alternative was offered. I shall sleep and dream of curves and drink deeply your return.

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Rash

I've been spending a lot

of time on roofs. 

Not wholly of a mind to throw

myself off. Partly 

interested in capturing

angels as they catch me 

on blu-ray and DVD;

yes, it was a comedy. 

The actors just weren't

in on the joke. Hah.

Knowing no hope, 

and hoping no one knows 

are two 

entirely 

diverging 

paradigms

that both result in thrill in our bellies.

God, you are my only hope and I lack 

even that. Yes, 

I see you in the clouds 

and in my breath. Your breath.

Our breath. Our ragged, tattered pants.

Why not reach down your hand? 

I know You can.

What good am I then? I am of no use. 

Let me walk into the night 

and find myself 

neither now or later.

That's okay, then

twitch goes unceasingly. 

Do I have to play pretend or forget?

Just imagine warmth and make believe

the windows aren't in shreds?

Forget fuck it. Fuck it forget. Forget fuck it. forgive.

(M|L)acerate again 

and again and again 

until the cave makes a verb of itself.

Until I tear a canyon in the veil

large enough and th-

The light enters in. 

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poem.replace(”i”,”u”);

Uf U were an angel U'd be made out of needles thUrty three gage

sUmple as that.

You'd barely feel me but U'd take Ut all Un, absorbUng every droplet lUke a thrush collapsUng on a sky raUsUn.

Ut was never as complex

as carbohydrates or anythUng else lUke; thUs world unnaturally keen on throwUng our way conundrums by the drum full. U remember the fUrst tUme we anythUng.

U remember thUs paUn and all the followUng prUcks before and after all the followUng sUckness Unduced Unsane rambles.

U opened a door and U jumped, not to answer the call of the voUd but to prove the operator wrong.

poem.split("").map( l => l == 'i' ? 'u' : l ).join("")

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iSpy(der)

I watched spider stalk ant towards its hill.

Like a virus it crawled through

The cracks in the pavement,

Noting trails and patterns

Moving silently, swaying

Beady eyes devoid of saline

Thick bone lips

Licked drier by a tongue-like katana

As the sun dropped a dollop

On daisies

And the trees with those small pink

Bunched up flowers

That make me remenisce about your scent

Spying spider senses all

Movement of insignificance

In corporeal vessels

waiting for the right moment to kill. 

Neither notice me anymore than the tree

I rest my back upon

and I can't help but try to fathom

Is ant in terror for its life?

Does it dread that crumpling venomous bite

Pumping acid through it's crunchy

Body? Giant fangs the size of limbs

Mercilously tumbling out of jaw hinges

Erasing every grain from sight.

Ant may not even see the danger coming.

The sun warms the air,

shades hide my windows;

The cold I feel is from within.

So it be and so it is.

I watched spider gnaw on ant's limbs.

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Rust

I Am, in a buzz.

A low rumbling of stomachs that had their fill and not one gram past.

A dragonfly yawning through the sauna of Texas grass, without a pair of balls and chains.

A stoic stork, light and cast wherever wind and fish reach for solace from depths in heights.

A flying fish in the gullet of a pelican waddling unalarmed and evenly balanced on one side then the next.

A hornet driving past the head of vaping apes to and fro down the freeway.

Abuzz, I am for I Am is in touch.

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You Already Know

I used to be a rainbow

Now I'm a stormcloud

Dropping daggers

A mile wide

And just as far apart

Hilt up

And shorn like teeth.

I used to feel like me

Now I wear skin

That cannot breathe; falling

In and out of conscious

in two places at once atleast.

I'm an idiotic tiger.

I'm a hypocritic's

Oath and I'm barely held together

By velcro and paper sheets.

I'm an unrelenting ogre

I'm bedrock between the sheets

I'm an hors d'oeuvres covered munchkin

I'm a zipper restrained queef.

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Oi!

Where sleeping giants lay you'll catch me dropping weights on toes

these shackles, shaped like adjustable dumbbells, find their way from highest clouds and pierce the heavens like a toothpick shaving off saccharine glands.

How I wish I were an osprey How I'd love to lay in wait just like a jackal or a cheetah.

Blood is the language of this world;

none is given without plates and knives and forks crying out a metallic kind of screech in unison.

Holy is the sheep that eats of hair and knotted ashes, curly horns precede disease, and black birds follow in reverse the pecking of maggot riddled leather. Oh, this dissolving curse.

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Warm and Bored

It's kind of like a fistful of bony fingers Reaching outwards from my mouth. Sharpened digits scratch my tongue And count down every minute second With a breath like a vulture that forgot To migrate south and the pallor of Something stolen, reeling down a fiery highway At 90 mph in an empty metal barrow. The realization is not fair, Oh, the real 'I' isn't even there. I am a ghost of silent cares and Phony lines that split the hairs of Those that twirl around and pout When slick phantoms bear their teeth.