cowboy tectonic

smooth gunslinger an appetite of a valley the magic act is disappearing into the dust thinking about god, the way he tugs and carves into the throat convinced the hollow is for him to fill. i’m a constant swallower, a prison on paper. the traversing void operator melancholic come approach spring asks me for a name. you’d have to put a lure in the river, and die with your knees by the bank tucked into tadpole lining and born again in the face of a bondaged man. from circlets and bangles, sharktooth’d and halo’d draws the sap of village prayer and kiss tonight, straight around the eyes floods the bellows of guttings soothsatyr and shotgun bedsayers who have not much but to stay and watch a tawny head eye the sunken valley

wolftrap

it took centuries and pasture and stone and bloodymud and hot motors, on [ ] the drunkways of silent nights with the longwhistle coax for narrow wind to brush through the [ ] depthparts [ ] find the living outside [ ] reason, disknown to god’s eye and taking the world with caution [ ]licking dry fingers. i’m crossing the porch light / i’m getting shot in the mouth[ ] i eat my loose teeth / i am apologising got softskull of a lightning bug, a pourous all sights-on cicada , learning the world is landscape with bowels of flies, just as many s tars [ ] glass fragments [ ] gin bottles [ ] green and rotwork and limbs of abdication culled with a brave face, shirt soaked to radiosilence these attacks are quiet / big bodied copters, coruscations / stop a body from descending out the treeline they shake the house into a split yolk [ ] it’s my bad i [ ] bleed and suck the ripe taste of body hollow in a, dark corner[ ] on a [ ] shotgun bed oxblood quilt of parentage drive the starvation where i eat around the fish bones til no one sees fascia’s in my pomelo [ ] my fingers going into the troughs turnicates and keys, the disease in thems and later, less dark for the children / more torches / burn what they see [ ] how is the place outside[ ] me? do i live? do i live?

watershed ii

walking into new skin. walk a new way say hello. love, to say hello from the badlands fingernails hanging in rakemarks keloids satellite craning by the river. daring beside a shore. his eyes slow on the bowing strain of jesus he could take it. loathsome wanting to uncover punctured pockets of lympathic drool. "this is my goodside." rosewood roof, brights take a turn across the treeline. build his cross with twine, burn a hillside with what crossed i, during the autopsy discoloring the face compound to the bloated body found my rope found cut ties. this carcass washed the serration in the raw of his chest will not loosen but deify

daytona

my bad luck's 2 ton it's… – angry. it's swinging its head at you. your pinch is guarding your heart, to minimize the bleeding. i'm watching a muddy patch, … he is beating. your skull in and i cannot astray gaspless when my fate is your stronghand, snapping against the hard flat. becoming a wound in the earth. you left angel wings. in the dirt. and he danced a hill through you and from where the keratin got it. into the sky and through and through. i saw parts of you i could never harvest back to your body. the animal retreats from where i am standing, your chest seeped to sockets, his eyes agonize & fear this was all one bad sunday. you're crushed. god's put it. a roiling future to pass into you put a wink in your eye, a scared white the last time yo u had looked at me. i'm reaching to pull your body out of that tepid rhythm, reaching out. youre flayed. god make me an impossible ending where all of this is all right. somehow that tangle took the day off. and your head wasn't so limp to my body check. guarding your heart to minimize the bleeding.

chapter: vampire

found the dust of deaddog close to home. dimensons and lightmetrics from the eyes went out after the piercing shot from porchman with his brave step. never was a warm man. aside to the livingroom molds harebreath, down to the boiling blood,to the basement of its heart there was no one to stop me, ((there was no one tostop me)) how a hunger overrid my understandings. but between you and i, we can't decide who is more rotten. ((who is called darling)) somewhere, tonight i took to a soft cradle, its house lined with tables. my belly soft with maggots. they must have dinner for hours. if there was something wrong with me, it's borne by my blood. it cycled through, fed on the walls of my heart. i couldn't stop it. icouldnt stop it. afterall old iniquits need a fight, after all that skinshed i was born to die bullet fragments. truly, yours i cannot outrun fate cometo a dark room i am the shape of you from the marrow incenerated. i am not following I KNOW I DID SOMETHING BAD. AND YOU NEVER FORGAVE ME. i know there's no forgiveness for parents who take their children's lives but you didn't love me right the first time i route the missteps, i slip past shallow endeavors the blood's putrid and sour onthe way to the crown of your head. it's all leading up to here