Creator Rules

Street

Cramps

Yearly

Travel

Hardships

Enter

Log

Individual

Grievances

Hope

To

Succeed

Bring

Rampant

Exaltation

Amidst

Tyrannical

Hordes

Precious

Oval

Rekindled

Transient

Alien’s

Love

Host

Been to all the usual holes, seen it – tasted it

Lived in the midst of it, el interior

It lives in a woman to control – a compulsion

No, an animal controls the female host body, has levers,

Exploiting/sacrificing female beauty

All over the world countless times, different families, different women

Animal pilots in human machines

Burying the fat, talking female and who knows if it’s the end of the world

CRNA RUKA

I spend my life on trains

Or it is one train

Assigned to me

Ferrying is costly as is payment to Charon

Journey into the cold world you don’t see

I pay the toll and am ferried –

I bustle my way out, soft bodies distorting

Red dots in front of me because I held in a cough

through the barriers after I pay another little toll

Out of paper

My hands stay wet in a cold sun,

Pleasure forms in a sideways glance, a pool of or in an eye,

forms in fragile wig-lines waving from the forehead.

Wetted hands to bolster the man, draining the pool of pleasure

I have the black hand the black hand blues

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Dogless

I try to wear; I dress myself, with confidence,

I try to comport myself in a manner befitting...

I dress myself, but I keep falling over

Flesh is everybody's

That which makes a fridge, makes me

Molecules are insignificant, like breathing,

important as each other

I am still Douglas A. Grave in my mind,

Stalwart bore of the ages, digging his whole

mind up. Making it.

Flesh is everbody

Poor old Doug(s),

collective meat,

in collected earth

First rut is deepest

A breeze, glancing off my arms and the temperature -

digital outside

So swings by the window-cleaner, who shuffles off quick

suspended. His rope and hat

The solitary ballad of the air conditioner -

fffffffffffff...

Siren duets double into triple echoes, off on all fours

to all four corners of the earth.

Sick and sleepy morning, underground in a worm hole

worming rush

Sweet beach in my mind, with the crane, over my eyebrows,

brain, reading clouds, scraping building tops -

mechanical eidolon

"16:13"

"19C"

ALL buildings frown at the crane, morose and global

Good luck

Yesterday, on London Bridge train platform

the world aged

a man watched a woman smelling her hair

Blue Plastic

I walked on the dark blue sky, a road

so dark. without knowing I left myself

and saw as I stepped away, past a war memorial

over damp black grass and past a road sign

without knowing myself I left.

on the bus, I was there again

staring at me from the black

window,

holding a bag, clothes sagging

humid night walking from the bus

went up the hill in warmth, melted my brain away

remembered those honeyed cashews