HAS ANYONE SEEN MY VOLCANO?

Blow me

and my mind. Know you have to hold me

down for the pressure to build

to the point where the eruption leaves me fulfilled

and lonely.

I AM GOING TO LEARN ABOUT SEX FROM TELEVISION
No one has a clue

ADVICE ON WRITING

Acquiesce to the argument: to truly resist,

you must start some shit.

Trespass. Sell grass.

Evade taxes. Hide assets.

Make friends with the affluent or else

struggle as an artist.

COCKTAIL PARTY OUTFIT

Tom Sellick shaves his talisman,

exposing the pale skin

above his lip

that quivers beneath the kiss

of powerless sin.

I HOPE WE FIND THE KIDS BEFORE THEY HURT THEMSELVES

You are mindful and defiant,

my taffy giant.

Timeless. Strong and sensual.

The ladder and the pedestal.

The quiet. The riot.

IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE IN LOVE WITH 25 PEOPLE AT ONCE?

Probably. But if

consciously, it makes you

a quitter. Leaves you with a bitter

aftertaste of broccoli.

RUMINATING ON CUSTARD PROCEDURES

If left in charge,

you demand soft serve served hard.

Longing for the days of manual labor

and misbehavior. The illusion of choice favors

those who prefer only three flavors,

carry out, and credit cards.

THE CONFLICT RESOLUTION SPAGHETTI DINNER

While watching Beetlejuice in Spanish

with English subtitles, I panic

and rush outside to the lawn

where I draw the blanket over the body; gone.

Daylight comes. Daylight goes. I remain stranded.

THE PEOPLE UNDER THE STAIRS

There's nothing wrong with a man enjoying his crawl space.

Long legs. Prolonging the length –

some thoughts of you consuming your soul-

full eyes and enjoying the taste.

DO YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF HUMAN FLESH?

Free samples. Come and get it. Pick it

from the bone, take your place on the throne, bare witness,

and grind that meat until it is paste.

Eat the grizzle. Drizzle sugar along the rim of the plate.

Salty and sweet. That's the ticket.