Masterbatory

I really
want to light

your paper
 doll

on fire

and fertilize
the flora-funk,

to really jerk off

mother nature
and cream

the purple night
with my

American
dream hammer.

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Adjustment

I reject my doll
face in the same way

that two squirrels
spiral up a poplar.

If you squeeze
the water baby

its head will launch into
the bedroom of animalia.

Now get dreamy
with a real plastic boy

your hands on
the patented Soulknob.

The squirrels
are dialed-in,

turned up,
their cheeks full of nuts.

Frogger Me

I spiral around

the compound

on an 87' 

Wheel Horse.

I wear the fallen

like a coat of lead.

*

On the way

to the boneyard,

a frog popped open.

It's what's inside

that counts.

(The things you'll 

never know).

Charm

Break the aquatic

ape at the base

of the skull.

Observe the fruit

spread from the outside

of the jar.

It's more

than it seems--

it's going long.

Spiritanimal

I remember
when the trees

put their arms
around me

and the hawks
ripped the faces

off the bloodhounds.

The Wrack

Orchestrate
the cat sound.

Wolf-rip
the dog-skin.

Body-slam
the lamb sound

or castrate
the spine out.

Roll out
the coffin cat.

Cough out
the blot clot

Wake up
the dog

Christ and
          crawl

           out the
               stained-glass
                   
                    faces
                       of the river.