EXCERPTS FROM CRUELTY'S THEATRE

My palm throbs; veins in motion —

Nerve endings & strings undo the fabric
Where the taut water stamps my skin & I blue — tight
                                         & cold as January's wind

Two plumped bodies budded in April — dense earth
Sprouts our ripe skin

But we don't get plucked forth so we    quiver beneath
The dirt; our limbs, entangled, purple

                                        A lover's kiss: a barnacle


Shrieks from within my mouth: expanded
Orifice imbibing wet
      Continents; the sea
Lies thick across my belly, spleen
Open to the sun

(I winnow like a bloat in trance-state) O
But you've got water in the excess fringe
           Of your fingers // the prints prune like reef
& your breath falls silent
In my ribcage but I hold it there
Anyway: a bird





















     In my music body,
The ongoing move
      Octave     |     octave
Octave now in          elongation
In timeline
In its thick stench of     illness
Is ready now: forth goes the vessel
I'm dry of blood

The dermal plane frails
In my clavicle
Echos jerk at my
Sinew

     I'm foraging for I become
In water: Oneness cleaving to ghost
Where my body hits evening

I skin it to catch its melody
The hair held there, in my scalp a
     Plucked infertile weed










I am purple in the collarbone
My pulse lingers as stain —


I exit my mouth when I speak — voice
Curves from teeth
Stretches elastic & is
Mercurial in whispers
Basting in sunrise I excrete
Powder & ash: hot clouds

Eclipse body w/ fever // I
Part the sea of velvet
Lips — tuck baby teeth into the
Thick of jaw I hear them
Rattle like loose change —
Dismembered strokes of
Sound










I.
Adam flosses his teeth w/ dirt & twigs
& pellets of God's gushing
Spit
       Curdling on lunatic tongue
The sun shrieks thru gums
& Adam twists the foam-gray discs
Of his nipples

He kisses thru the evening's
                       Asterisks —



II.
In the dream state, my hair falls out in ponds
Screams bleed from my lungs & spit
Turns to acid
     I taste
              morning's bile in my
Lingual artery
             

I keep it on rotation while I'm foaming
         At the mouth



III.
When I awake, I wear the Devil's skin & hollow
     out

I watch my mucus go:
I make thick of the patterns
In gliding dirt
                              Slip
                              Let up
                              Lisp


Guiding my palm here, smooth
Surface of glinting
              Neck. Weave thru
The short hairs gumming: whispering
Pines — I disperse
              There O wicked womb
Who, in her soft hour, births

     Envy

& a warmer
Blood, which leans on nighttime's meridian shadow —










Clutched bone — I in
Motion w/ surprised tongue rolling
Out condolences
                & suffixes —
Glugging savory genitals

& orgasms reverberating thru
                organs — they
Wetten like bleak clouds

Teeth to porcelain — gorging on
           Waters

           Bubble the tongue

           In static I still — placating
             The mirror w/ sour

Glance












i am
           stiff as a weed my cold
           hand my cold-
                        wet velvet
                  hand my stiff skeleton
                                      bone / my autumn-paralyzed

                  skin.



                              amenamenamen
                       weclingingtoemptypunctuation










     my dull cranium
           repletes the echo
     is           gesturing toward
                          asphyxiated language

     canaling/opening/orificing/origining

     wind-animated   body
           balloons        w/ blue

     fog —  sky squinting into
                    eyes:  a wild neck

     shrieking out static i               choke
                    on
                             my wires










In summer, our welded skin — mass of
Faces & lips / organs spooled w/ threads

I distill my human urges: flatten myself
To hymn in dusk's gaping suture;

In my depleted reflection // my glitch self &
Static discs: the dot the blot clot the gray

Porous map. Urging rotation I cut my lip
On your teeth: I go blue between earth body

& sun body // I am of the meridian
My pulse of slow matter mumbling

Out of echo. Refrain of atoms. I meta-
Bolize the molecules within my hand.

My stomach. Its acid hole. The nerve
Endings of my fissure body. The tight

Skin of moon. & all the things we held
To the universe: our marbled hands:

Distribution of codified flesh.