boom boom boom let’s go back 2 my room & then we do it all night and then i ask u if my zit is noticeable.

this morning i like literally ate up and spit out the entire western literary canon and kenneth rexroth’s 100 poems from the chinese.

1993

1992

1

bye

I am going to stop saying titties for bravado.

I will stop  strangling sculptures of babies.

It is very important that you make fun of the dried roses on my windowsill.

I need to feel like something is wrong with me again.

Slung over a woman is a girl in pink underpants.

Both their heads are wrapped in bandages.

I think my sister is innocent.

Erryone is.

Here is a poem in the new Drunken Boat about not going gentle into that dry-ass night (or not going at all).

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My fave sport is romanticizing ppl romanticizing each other.

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Feel like this is what all of the Mad Men recappers are missing when they try to ‘analyze’ last night’s episode:

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MEAT HEART is #4 ON SPD BESTSELLER LIST!

Also, Julia Jackson interviewed me at Electric Literature involving the transcendental, escapism and Young Guns II.

A box arrives from Amazon, full of boys in yellow shirts that say Jesus Saves At K-Mart. The boys are hoarders. They are hoarding themselves inside this box. You can plant the boys in mud and from their eyes a nun with a mole on her hand will grow. You can put the boys in plastic bags and throw them on a snowy highway to make cars honk out the tune of Just Wanna See His Face. Let’s not do that. Let’s visualize a Nike swoosh in a blue sky and call it abstinence. Let’s take no hostages and shop lonely. There is a ceiling to every chandelier, but at least the ceiling is pink. The blue sky is contained under this pink ceiling. Sadly, the ceiling is faceless. Wanna know how I know?

Fell out of a red MG on my way to San Francisco in 1969 and got 16 stitches and a 70s bush. Landed at a blurry discotheque with Leda Leda Leda and her fat swan. Grabbed at her titties while she shook her black hair. Suddenly there were no titties because her hair was blonde. Obvi I am a soft heart in a jar of gefilte fish. Do you ever get the feeling that Jesus had six eyes? Stevie Nicks reclines under a black statue of Jesus and plots to win him back. I am rooting for her!

My dick is a disaster area.

My dick is scared it has a Mrs. Robinson vibe.

My dick is talking about a dark web & where each strand meets is a black sapphire.

My dick is paranoid?

My dick is trying to “become whole.”

My dick features a recording of the ocean.

My dick lives by the ocean but it needs the recording to relax.

Paul Tunis (aka da man) and I collaborated on a comic at The Rumpus. But really I just wrote like 20 words and he spun them into a hot pink & black existential inferno that manages to incorporate a giganto guinea pig, hot punk twinks & the Manson fam into a window at Bergdorfs.

Next, some Dutch people got ahold of the comic and posted it on what looks to be a VERY hip and ‘relevant’ blog out of Amsterdam.  Feel hip. Feel relevant. Feel #ontzagwekkend. Have fooled the Dutch.

Also at The Rumpus is a super-thoughtful review of MEAT HEART by Matthew Zingg.

Made a mixtape for Electric Literature called HOW TO AVOID A POETRY READING

Poem called EVERY MOOD I’M IN IS THE ONE I’LL BE IN FOREVER

Poem called WILL TRUST MY INNER GUIDE WHEN THE INTERNET IS EXTINCT

Poem called WANT SOMEONE TO YELL AT U FOR APPROPRIATING FEATHERS SO I CAN FEEL INDIE FOR NOT APPROPRIATING FEATHERS

Poem called CAME ON GOD’S DICK

Poem called YOUR ALAN WATTS INSTAGRAM MAKES ME WANT TO DIE NOTHING AGAINST ZEN I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW TO LAUGH WITHOUT WATCHING MYSELF LAUGHING

Poem called ROMEO AND JULIET WERE CODEPENDENT BUT WHATEVS

Poem called FLOATING DOWN A RIVER OF HATERADE IN A SWEET PINEAPPLE BOAT

Poem called EXPRESS BUS AWAY FROM WHITE PEOPLE MAKING WAKA FLAKA PUNS

Poem called MY SYMBOLIC EXPRESSION IS A TEMPLE OF THE DOG CD AND A FIBER MUFFIN

Poem called PLAYING FOOTSIE WITH THE COMPULSION TO TOTALIZE

Poem called I HAVE SUSTAINED MY BEAUTY FOR 32 YRS AND AM GOING ICE FISHING

Poem called VANITY REASSERTS ITSELF WHEN PAIN RECEDES

Poem called AVE MARIAS TO A CHUNK OF TOMATO STUCK INSIDE AN OYSTER SHELL

Poem called WHY ISN’T MY PROJECTION ON YOU REAL?

Poem called ONLY GOING TO EUROPE SO I CAN SAY IT

Poem called INTERNET ADDICTION IS AN ARCADE OF DIVINITY