

the first man on marsthe first man on mars he takes a shower without the lights on. pulls on his pubic hair until he sees lightning bolts. he lies naked on the carpet in the living room. enjoys her and him now carpet angels. motionless. he asks if he can kiss her. his question reminds him of the ocean, of the seagulls collecting styrofoam with their beaks. he has never met a mars girl. her lips are ash from a cigarette. she holds his penis in her hand. they are soft together. she asks him if he brought all of his skin. him and her scale olympus mons in the nude. her colors graft to his bones. he feels her saxophone music ithe first man on mars


plansI want to moveplans
to Miami
sip
Cuban coffee
scream love at the rafters
make this the beginning
of every new poem
I want to paint
a portrait
of a man covered in rabbits
I will call it 'man covered in rabbits'
(it will revolutionize the art world)
I want to want to need to breathe and leave things be when I believe I need
the things I want before they're leaving
--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
nd t s scry
what a pleasant surprise.
xo!
xo!
I saw that star with your name next to it
and my eyeballs 'bout popped out
xo!
--
giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
--
The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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