Dec 22, 2006

Nina Can't Believe

all the cacca & pipi
that people gladly

all the care and medi and state and vacation



she screams this at the cat.

on her doormat
another note from the blair witch across the hall:
the mailman didn't deliver the mail
he is stealing

oh don't break my heart
don't heart my break

& if you log onto my
myspace page one more time
I will personally kill you with
mirrors & a budapest for each eye
because I hate how your slimy
try to
touch mine

now about that goblin
tryin to find light in my astonished sugar

I sleep dreamless and will cage your lewd
grinding swoop

Dec 21, 2006


she sucks in her breath, keeps her red dress on,
the one with the tiny death buttons &
i only want to be the silent diamond on her garter belt (black as a funeral).
i want to taste her wet blue soul &
just be, haunted, reposed & splintered.

she never smiles, just stares, exposed. if i get naked,
will you hold me, use a careful fierceness to make me sweat?
o i am gasping uhuhuh working up to the shiny heard star,
feeling like a tear that tears, only dropping
to suck on her, majestic sprawling lips.

Two Poems

Inspired By Her Poem About Nothing

I wanted to pull those dotty
black birds out of your sky
But you said
you liked the way they bent the blue


The Strapless Dress

She didn't want to wear the dress
said her arms were too fat
as I kissed each beauty mark
she said
she was glad she did

Nov 20, 2006

Things That Fall From the Sky

your crisp jacket
burns my shoulders like a red lake
keep me in your straight on stare
the night was made for your eyes
the look of glass

tuneless canyons
gathering darkness

sweeping sails

or the way you gesture this daydream
without ashtray

your wrists are just wrists
soft & heartless

Nov 16, 2006

Her Dress Suddenly Felt Like Pop Gristle

birds fly out of her mouth
leading the way down the hall
the air smells like lemon..

cases of injury
stacked like the final harvest
blink their own color away

Nina's dress is made entirely of pictures
up and down
a silky sound
of feathers on a winter lake
where stars sometimes just

her cell phone hooked between her breasts
the five favorites
glowing warm

don't forget the bob marley

throbbing neon in the Valley Shadow
skin is a short-circuiting slogan

Nov 7, 2006



is complete for:

( T: )

view report


total fragments = 2
ranked neatly

they have the same color heart

a poisoned waste

don't let your screen be a bug catcher

fluttered mindlessly
in reply

she dips the straw into her blood and begins to write

something's wrong

the milkiness of the paper seems to grow

looking thru her new eye
she sees nothing
but his white dust sheet

in the Iron Bar
someone closes a window

laying on the sidewalk
in her skin suit
she moves clouds
with her tongue


Nov 1, 2006

The Boy In The Next Box

was playin his piano

she wanted to get out of bed and
put her ear to the wall

but had thrown out her back
picking up a wire

the tune was a deep
deep dark red
some type of flower
in the snow

the snow was in her head

Oct 26, 2006


she sliced





the girl on the radio
sang about love

Oct 23, 2006

Telegraph Draft

Nina wakes at sunrise and drives to the tower just to hear the phase shift

while she is there she decides to rewind his cassette eye

she isn't a sports fan but knows who won and when they play next

the trip back should be based on what stations she wants to hear

she hates everyone's favorite song because it does or doesn't have an intro

the equipment in her favorite dream always decides to stop working and just go to hell on a holiday weekend when no one can be reached

she can bring another lover into her dream

she floats in the lake every tuesday

she forgot what kind of music she likes

but instead likes songs because they sound good after the juicey jingle

back home - in box

beep beep

oh, what now?

a message:
Rufus Fontain would like to be added as one of your friends!

right. she feels vague·ly disgusted. and the coffee is weak.
the answering machine is flashing
check engine check engine

well what about my see-saw?

she wants to be a sky
white with happiness


Reflections In The Headboard

she had burned the nite
the cd spun
the three of them

she liked to turn the sound up
so the boy upstairs could hear

Oct 20, 2006

Open Wide

in my boy black a.m.
moved hands to stuck heart.

Through the veins
he spits a soft window
to my arm.

I am the mouth

I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak

I break the canned tongue

I am a mean

the song I devour was before
in his hands
a pin swatch
the star car--
once walls cliffs and fingers.

Oct 19, 2006

He Calls Me Babydoll


I've got the successful conclusion of your neck voice called gentleman:

link slip

The condenser is always on
the assistant
the one showing side one,
the audience loops in
Hidden everywhere.
release the lives of merchandise. the primal
she wants the rough of death
outrage bait
huge progression of the boredom gristle
drumming the keyboard with sexsex sex sex

Oct 17, 2006

Unknown Zone (mixed)

..She is thought warped, and this is always a head chec.k.
the more she fans his knock on being portions of her blue the more he becomes her pill-time. a razor. the naked draft choice. walking across the black waves she knows she is still in the parking lot.

rolling into tonight's orgasm would be too hard. he wants the perfect

and she would be happy with the perfect Italian pop
by Faust'O // L Erba

a little bowie, a little morrison thrown in, thank god she can't understand the words.

xxxxxx ..///./

Oct 14, 2006

Nina Tries To Write A Love Poem

but burns her grilled cheese sandwich instead

he is cute when he is 'arcing' ..
arcing? heh.


maybe you can orbit-trail me
but keep it
still and inner

send me your email addy & a dream to sleep in

Oct 12, 2006

I Light Cigarette Sweat

Does the dress paint the sidewalk
or does it paint you?

Lick my pits
or don't go --

'Wonder Retreat'

Cat piss

an episode of satellite warp or
out landos d'amour

smoking is impossible at this point

and all heat sits right beneath the skin

Oct 10, 2006

Hot Sauce

smeared sorrow eyes

Hoping you'll dance across my trail
with your cool safety fingers

won't stop moving
lost in forever

I lay waiting
brake placed
but still drove onto this morning
Where you open me
with your face
shot with skin


She Kept Telling Herself..

to breathe. no sense trying to figure it out.
she wanted to cry a song of silver on the red sheet

she wanted to pull
her eyelashes in

she wanted to sew him into the silky part of the quilt
and never let him out

Oct 9, 2006



she could smell tiny teeth burning

the riot of lost children

mouths bent by the sun

one smudged kiss

on firey glass.

Oct 5, 2006

Kiss My Ass, Zack

sipping red sugar
cupped like a tick
you me they
links in a trance

hallucin o genic HTML reflected in her car door
the sexy ride of melancholy

(she liked port, her mama did too)

the key strokes

the Web is filtered and slippery
with palm sexy
but Nina is sealed and
snow sweetened

the blue embrace

Oct 4, 2006

Nearly Laughing @

the rods & combs in his eyes

Nina sits in a slip of fullness
her passion tender & florescent hooded

(they are an absolute space waltz
of sometimes door-pressed lip slams)

please turn down your robot music

only if you turn off your
hypo static noise &
keep your commentary fingers
mummified with clear

could you put on your scant hair blow

but only because you are the shuttling ocean
cut over the part

I love you and become more over time


Oct 2, 2006

Fragments Remixed

Hey FlatfishX:

you need butcher paper & portable legs to fall with occasion
then at cum window(not yet written) girl hail & text trances to

remove the not here around movement

work the weight on the convenient animal
cut. jaw loose.


the dark

Sep 26, 2006


full of

eye mouth

naked and lubed

she fell backwards
popping open like a ferocious wing

Sep 25, 2006



he liked to trace
the blue veins
holding still
under her skin


she put on the coat
it was:



Sep 17, 2006


Nina knew this day had a secret door. A hole in the balloon. If she could just find that coupon, she could get out. Daylight scattered from her teaspoon.

the dj had been too drunk to cum. she could feel the alcohol ripping through his veins. he was clueless but she got off on his enthusiasm and armani cologne. he wore a tee shirt that said
don't bring me down

and was a decent joker.

Sep 13, 2006

Fuzzy Navel

who is Malonely Malarkey?

ContactOrgTechPhone: please do
1025 USNetRange:
your cut boat of pome is a real love dingie
I be flipped in
love, Miss TPL1

TechName: totally out of dejambment
others in the Eldorado Slobber:
Enter NET-4-0-0-0-1Parent:
NetType: POC
her BroomsFailedStateProv: mother expectorated over the shock stock or is it another
can well be bad
here dear
I be like this already-made
WHO IS your dada dad ofCommunications,
do u miss me, database monkey shit?
I Direct APL8-ARINOrgAbuse&Name you:
3COPostalCode: you
OrgName: ? 80021Country: be lonely love to meet you,
I pat my piggy big like hints
additional searching is in order
I hear ARIN's do ding thing
9OrgTechEmail: on
NS2.LEVEL3.NETComment: zero
Updated: by The Cat

come do something about that "shut" bat on the alternative fold out love bed
or sting this MphuckinLVLTASSddress:

Sep 11, 2006

Out To Buy Cigarettes

She entered the drugstore at the tail end of the song
'OUT OF TIME' by the stones.

Her friend,
Boliva was working the register
her fingernails looked real bad
the glitter chipped &

She had been a real kitty
once -
silky stride & all..

Sep 9, 2006

The New Tattoo:

a tipsy string of hearts

Nina put on the lashes
they were tiny eye-wings
hung with shadows

He was late

She kept clicking on his personal pic and
kept thinking the same thing
even submitted a poem to his zine
another Apple Blossom
behind thin glass
poem of the empty plate in the fridge
pretending to be read out loud
with special guest star
she decided to give him the name
Chess Pimp or Junior G Man
that cinched it
@ 11 p.m. she would watch
Bride of the Monster
while whipping him in the face
for being brutal:
could we have a little quiet
the rain asked
another window opens
(that is how it starts)


Hey ther Flatfish X,
you need butcher paper & portable legs
to fall with occasion
then at cum window (not yet written)
girl hail & sext trances
Nina didn't care whether or not the room overlooked the harbor
she was depressed and only wanted to sleep.
dream 1
she is standing in a round, flying machine
they are cruising over an island, spotted with palm trees, he is joking and she is laughing.
there is a silver purse slung over her shoulder
it sparkles when she moves.

outside small waves are leaveing their foam upon the shore
in the next room
a man with tangled eyes
death music

after take-off
our last ash drops into the air;
we become gigantic stars that float among the cliffs -
below us, wavers wave away
the last wave, to brush silver from their hair