A Good Cry in the bedroom

Bent on breaking somehow
Settle into my white cradle

Nicely drunk, you give me a hug
My cheek for kissing three times

Sincere little hypnotist
My molding Bodhisattva

For that crack I can be a hero
Wipe it every time please

First stream, Third stream
Some woman smells are better left unsmelled but…

A present in pink
A bounce on my big belly
462 hrs of train vines
And I surround myself with you
I care for you
And I love only you

While a 5 piece nugget from Wendy's will still make me poop, I have been learning how to stop worrying about the economy. It comes to me in ideas on how I can turn my stimulus package into a fancy chrome sex toy or invest it in the salty Polish goat cheese called "Oscypek." The EU has just made it a verifiable regional product. Soon it will be on buns everywhere.

My loans go up
My lust goes up
Temperatures go up and so does the price of coffee in Caracas

With hopes for your approval I submit these images alongside this dictum:

"Get a fucking job and buy your own damn cigarettes you stinkin' hippy."

I am bloated and sugar holed when I realize that I AM AMERICA.

Didi Sweet, Nightwatchmen B Hannah

Nothing is definitive

My stereo don’t work real good no more
It blew its gas over Spain

And I’m not sure of the letter R anymore
With three rolls it gives me puke flashes

Will I ever bat lashes w/ Trout back again?
Intrepid and freckled salmon

Ever see a shark/barracuda fight?
Tussle over fish heads with razor blades
Quite the scene
Makes assassination look like crap

Stumble about, saline through my nose
Pop pills, have intercourse two times
Marvel at asses-saffron snow
In my own world and I’ll be damned if I can get a change

Sugar tit Sugar tit
You are just dumb
Not ME
I’m total and complete ego
IN ALL CAPS

I know I am old
Maybe even now at middle age
But I will revere that whirlwind of Hooch and Hoochies

The green reads Jungle
every form and scarce shape
Thirsty
Circular
Thick

How do you shoot it?
Those begging off it
How do I appease them and drink?

In the image of the Lord
I see build
strip mall super
Tweed silk, mercedes made ash trays
Megalomania 2001 seat arena
to hear him posture HIM

Now see
instead I will trade
A baby seed for sirloin and some soap
to all of you childless seam busters
I gave up my huge cock long ago
so lend me a straw

Catch that abashed hound by hind quarters
Damn the dreamers
and never again do I have to walk or talk

BH

Snotty rayon smells of street women

and I am neurotic, I was afraid
call me a mountain still

On the coast of Inland seas

No one can boast

destroyer of the working domicile
disease and debt cards

Thieves of fertile ovum

Kill New York, Kill the parties

both Clintons are grossly overrated
millions killed the American myth

I wish I had voted Nader 2000

Her Name is Mary (ALIVE)

Only six months in the womb
Silky wet out with the heart fire
Born of my seed
Lusty twin loins

Her name must be Mary Elizabeth
Tripped words in hurried tongues
Of path and way and command
Most High upon no hill or mount

I wished to give her up
No one concerned would agree
She was to give a child herself
Someday, somewhere to help something or whatnot

Treated medicated cream for the rash
Had a discussion on Brit Pop
Laid Mary down on pillows
And I began looking for cheese making jobs

My faith already shaky at best. This is what I get for watching the “Nativity Story” at 2 am with bowl after bowl of Special K. A dream that won’t let me sleep straight and preps me for a good stoning (with rocks). You’d better take your diamond ring-You’d better pawn it babe. I am obsessed with Her hands, my mail carrier, and the Father’s story. Natural redheads only.

B. Hannah from Geronimo Rex

Morning after my second greatest ejaculation

Asked excitedly for permission
& expended myself within her
It was slippery and smelled
“Congrats Son!”

She has a mustachio
a queer blue hat to hide behind
Coat belts jagged and less real
8 cents a turn

8$ for a drug cure
I used to think heroin was a right not a privilege
She made lips impervious
bright television ass of hers

On the lam from something
Anarchy plaq ca
Hands out for cigarettes
He runs fag like

That was the military man
who set up the whole ordeal
His spittle cut the breeze
gave me this yellow work with the whore

Harry Monroe and a Window

Nuts to this
all you hen peckers and mother washers
pressing up against my sweater
Smell it up
Lap it up
Now drunkenly lick my cheek
I still love you both
but I've had enough of these dreamless Rock&Roll platitudes

Welcome
Welcome to Dylan, Venice, and to fetching papooses
God those rags are sexy
Open toes et all

Now off to Iowa
with the slack Jawed Jews
So goes them
So do I
with Naomi & Flannery

Have these skins with their red dots
crawling fingers scraping upon the surface
Overbearing erectile bone lip.
it curls for coffee

Threw my glasses at the train, half pound disaster it was
they shattered magnificently
tearing tires, bruising
forearms as they went

Sitting on a lap with the crazies at the store
they have impossibly engorged goiters
and wretched cigar stains
made from dyed tortilla flats

my hat.
Jack.
Rat.
Matt.

my slacks.

I am, I wish I were a sleaze
a big brown British motors cur
two babies at my breast &
Still flaccid

Touring Italy with impurity &
on the make

acid, tacit, lactate
no more

Heavy cotton takes awhile to dry, but it will

the flora in Florida sucks my balls
Give me ferns and snow
and windy whipped clouds on the day to day

Quiet sitting
middle name forte

Collage Heart

pointless Arrows are just parallel Lines
haversack with my baby child
hutch-viola music, Robert Olivier
give'em much love, streamward Michael

sauntering is my Beautiful dog, Darly-ing my treasure AHHHH
Big MUMU clad witch WHOOP WHOOP
bring us in the family a great meal, a great big catch
something we can feast upon- throw the bones

there is no record of Christ ever sleeping with anyone
and yet these women today still faun over him
Is this for Real?
my uneven hate filled dates with Jamie were
then she ran in front of that thompson truck

black witch in that mumu again
Middle America takes a look
thinking about his fat free lunch long and hard
Damn Bull Dyke makes us all feel emasculated.

"I was struck by one of those meditative states, with no action, that affects men and women. I could not participate in reality anymore. Could not."