balancing the cosmos at zero
my pregnant virginia, the tip of yr nose has an awful taste

the discrete form of incubation and lust
quivering all over crackling and sputtering

you've got to change the linen yrself
loving body reduced to a wound in the ass

desire for a certain marinade and oysters
pretentious beggars swollen with conceit

tendrils of severed tendons, the farmland upstream
linking writhing with lace

o athena, yr tawdry stalks of rot
skulking voyeurs guts ripped out by hand

evryone's a virgin once but it needn't be messy
nausea, body unleashed in beautiful shrouds

*

i'm a fanatic, another subject another predicate
one's work makes demands

a grammarian coming into the back of her throat
their wombs hanging from their stomachs

assertive or interrogative
web of death entering deep into yr brain

the filthy thing and grief, an enunciation strategy
spoons around salted fleshy front doors swollen shut

quick and impulsive again in their cages
serpentine psychosis entirely in the mouth

murderous dominating and derisive femininity
broken cartilage and suddenly yr younger sister

a broad audience lusts new tongues
embroidered distances of menstrual tangles

supplement of lacework within words
supplement of lacework within words

and becomes infected turning victim
and becomes infected turning victim

abomination swallowing the other, a lapsing body
abomination swallowing the other, a starving body

i hate having a long wrangle in bed
i hate having a loving surgical anatomy

body and tongue remember him, and the dizzying pangs of the untenable
remember him body and tongue

pulverizes fantasy before it can take shape
remember him body and tongue

my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened
my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened

*

in addition to this there are millions of cells
one might be tempted at first to seek excrement and menstrual blood

posterior column of descending comma tract
threatened by an asymmetrical sex

the ganglion and its branches
victor hugo's metaphor was a spoken motor image

the aqueous humor fills the anterior completely
subject relation: a cathexis of perversion

my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened
fascinating freudian premises

deep below that mime mouth movement ghost radio
perhaps another sex, and, why not

i exist in secret if i exist at all
slippery, but nonetheless indispensible

*

at the prospect of losing its resources
who knows what might happen

burnt offerings to god's malediction
the laryngeal nerves are of considerable importance

sexual difference remains moot
fleshy, for the upper two-thirds

clean and proper reproduction, entrails
spleen and lingual reproduction, entrails

within precise boundaries, unclean
communication with the fourth ventrical

body, of hands that hurt, of paralyzed legs
you begged for yr debt to be tongues

we are not scared of large horses or biting mouths
watery wrists, torn easily from the surrounding flesh

the illusion of autonomy to which it intrusts itself
importantly, when she holds the letter

freedom that is never more authentic than when it is walls
of course the reverse is true incipient and capable

of course the reverse is true image and alien
the game actually mistaken for the inwardness of performativity

would blow did blow will blow lung spleen liver and kidney
imprudent casket in question

the contemporary philosophy of being and nothingness
two formulas leaving their ghosts on strings and vines

every instinctual thrust constitutes a danger
translates itself into signifier searching

heaps the spirit round, the spindrift
appears simultaneously collapse and dissappearance

X

skin peeling off in long tatters
versions of water i remember

soft craziness wing in beak
this dualism is further developed in the imaginary

exotic inexpensive digestive systems
fixing their precarious death kites aloft

mouth embellished with baking soda
pretension of providing an existence

dripping semen-fused-brown-eyes
the so-called prevalence of apparatus

in the absence of oxygen
from smokemouth to smokemouth

perverse pregnant lady appetites
purge into the cross-roaring shadow

when dealing with the subjectile one must scream
numerous occasions of accident

i am all of my ages every second
massive symmetry and rest

curl yr little corpse into a ball
determining the transparency

resuscitated presence of sarcophogus
will make a suitable spit

centuries upon centuries to be fabricated
errors squeezed into skeletal trunk

amorphous, indetermined, a gauze filled mouth
the squawking possession of entrails

yr gull the instruments of crime, the subject of god
intervolved and marvelous

*

anaphorism opens to instinctual masturbation
put yr dead body in place of the sound

that delusion and error
to have the body stitched is to have traces

aesthetic judgements on a self sufficient body
the scars of blows and wounds

attempted to solve this antinomy
to stitch, shares in fact its ambivalence with, to pierce

which slowed and became continuum
piss and shit all over you in pattern

size, direction, and speed
burned before saussure like a witch

touched black at the branches looking for shape
it's always a ground without ground

horror has a face and a name
in contrast to this pastoral scene

sometimes one is stunned by so much cruelty
sequined a preliminary shade of red

lie down on the floor like a rag doll
intense abdominal pain without a murmur

the stunning beauty of so many corpses
gray bodies knotting the flutter and blur of muscles

point to the absolute by hiding it
loosening surfaces embellished with skin

let me put my tongue in yr asshole
kiss you in the mirror leaving chapped smears

I don't think it's peculiar
singing songs to an untranslatable body

*

this search for ongoing tryst
a sermon encased in glass

the shallow estuary of exposed figures
lie down on the floor like a rag doll

silicone implants, radios
we are standing at the ready with the hatchets

an androgyny exposing metal throat
we've had to break jaws before

insert needle outside box and lip
beauty merely feeds the butcher: the family starves

slight touch of filament: the thresher
and thus alas no lust but initial frictions

laboratory canisters meant for containment and gravity
will hold yr language heart flat for feeding

what the eye registers as pauses
we all know is alphabet and crib death

whose bones no longer serve
if you close yr eyes you will die

morning o you morning: stilled: incomplete
that sentence is about crime colon slicing

halo of excrement jagged and gaping
cold and shiver cold and shiver cold and shiver

gleaming repeated phantoms dismantled figures
always loitering outside the artificial limbs club

limp tangle, hail discolored
yr tongue squirming against the stitches

the complicated looping of steady gesture
suffering torqued relentless torso

*

what remains is a womb disembodied
an intact body, on a new body, a body never before touched

this is position one, we look into the neighbors house
a naked girl in the arms of mouths

our addictions have begun to sustain us
monstrous punctuation wrestling spectres of defeat

this is an affectionate sentence
whose breasts finger imperceptible balance

reach the thigh:milk:stone:church:scrotum
skull a few more days at arms length

catullus on the wall, no cure, only poison probes
a lip and dagger story

the only sign i know is the one for death
mirror avenges you of uniform

*

cyst but with memory
no reason for concern

with other soft breaded parts
we will disguise ventricle for eyelid

obsessed with defective figures
against the window: dura matter

the body hangs a morbid curiosity
against its intimate oxygen

the hysterical patterning of fingerprints
this talk is not symptomatic

a parasitic penis shrewdly managed
forgive us of the harm we may do

emerging to gasps: holding her legs up
so that she may feel that her body is open to the air

I have a sand box in my bedroom
under a spell of savagism

obscene you mean these butchers
barricaded and untouchable

will rid yr abdomen of demons
the body's territory schematically excremental

a double disposition piercing its own structure
rotten drained or blocked

woke up and the words were everything
remembering the anal penis as symbolic of language

heat waves raced and shimmered round this rim
baleful schemers in sphincteral training

let them remain nailed down in the driveway, smiling
postulating self-preservation

*

transformation doubles as infant
dark with excessive bright

vying for late receptors
so i became a pupil for the spirit

public shapes exchanged in ambush
not one voice but hundreds

engendered by mummery
immobile cyclones in their vacuum tubes

patients concealed in cryptograms
we can only say tuned or stunned

in sticky skin, diarrhea, pale urine sick from gangrenous limbs
where a single letter performs multiple sounds

refrain from appropriating weak and miserable creatures
all of them will be slandered by yr memory