Mr. Sunshine

Tracing the cracks in my flesh with my tongue

I regurgitate pain

in a rusted pail

sprinkle it over my naked body

Maybe it'll wash away

the graffiti

Maybe it'll make

me sick

I used to worship the sun

as a lover

But I see it's an orange tumor

that keeps growing

and growing

until the blinding ultraviolet

is all

that I know

Robert Has Cooties

You look into my eyes

as if you're staring into

the intestines of Hell

Such

pity

I could bury flower seeds in your pores

and the sprouts would rot

in the beauty of the

soil

The day you finally touched me

you pushed me away

with the force

of a Boeing 757

It was the greatest day

of my life

It was

the end of the world

Fuck You, I'm An Artist, Man!

I built a monument to my failures

using nothing

but the garbage

strewn about

the world

and the rotted wood

over our heads

When I showed it to her

she said “This

is more beautiful

than the raindrops

on my open

grave.”

Then she licked her lips

and tapped my

creation

with her delicate finger

and it toppled

on top of me

and the decay rains on me

to this very day

Split Myself In Two

     I split myself in two today. It was a euphoric experience on par with inhaling your weight in marijuana and shaking hands with God. I remember My First Half went to a street corner and started giving out money to people, all the while preaching about loving each other and the virtues of non-violence. The populace spat on him and hurled insults too vulgar to recall here. My Second Half sneaked up behind him with devils in his eyes and wrapped his arms around My First Half's neck. As My Second Half squeezed with terroristic rage, he laughed while My First Half's face turned blue and regurgitated his insides to the sidewalk. When his victim was dead, My Second Half stood and smiled. Then the people, who were just wishing death upon the man he just killed, started jeering him as they did his victim. They called him a “cruel murderer” and threw everything they could get their hands on at him. And that's when My Second Half exploded, leaving nothing behind but a small baby, crying to be respected.

The Jaundice Revolution

With hands gripping our aching guts

we limp across concrete vomit

with a chorus of moans and screams

lining our infected eardrums

Outside the hospital

a sign reads:

“Cover Charge:

$2000”

Look above,

you'll see the sick and poor

tossed from their gurneys

to splatter on the ground below

and the rats will come

dressed as debt collectors

to feast on the cancerous remains

All we have for nourishment

are our own broken bones

washed down with pus

in hopes that it will all

go away

without the need to sign our soul over

to a hit squad of suits

that are torn

from the devil horns growing within

Buttermilk

We are all dying

Metal vultures circle overhead

spitting shrapnel

at our weakened bodies

We are all dead

Metal flies case our bodies

recording shambling bones

for the coroner overlords

Our biggest mistake

was seeing freedom

through the cracks of their padding

when it was just a terrorist

draped in stripes

the entire time

The greatest threat

to us

does not wear a turban

nor does he live in our phone signals

He wears a suit

and resides in a mansion

paid for with your taxes

When we realize this

the dead shall rise

from their tinfoil coffins

brandishing hearts

wielding neurons

while skies clear

of our magnetic nightmares

and the airwaves will play

cellos and flutes

instead of our thoughts

And in this moment

we will be reborn

Anarchy Of Flames

There were times when

you and I

would blow smoke rings

around the moon

and watch them circle back

to embrace us

like halos around our necks

There were times when

I would get so angry

at the world

and myself

that I would drape my feet

in cement shoes

and dive into your corneas

to let them wash away

everything

There were times when

your frown would break

the world

but you would repair the cracks

with your delicate hands

while singing a love song

for us

then I would pull you aside

to kiss you

deep as a grave

and you would smile

so the world would heal itself

looking more beautiful

than it ever did

There was a time when

your celestial body

lifted itself above mine

hurled at me in an anarchy of flames

and my body turned to ash

and the remains sailed in the wind

for a thousand years

before manipulating themselves

into letters

into words

into this poem

for you