Words

poems
ship of fools
posthumous
holy this holy that
the source
the fetus
lockdown ward
mystery woman
I must burn
fall
horror mother
dig
men
run run
oryx
primavera
everadazine
coasting and roaring
mozart's discovery
mechanical tongue
pocket satan
el halcion
cliffs of babylon
The Queen
The Secrets of Ticino
not for everyone
pandora
high on faux satan
family audit one
family audit two
zen scatology
Victorian Occultism
Right Makes Might
Her Stars are Cold
Join Al Qaeda Here!
Poison Nostalgia
Seraphine
open wide
Santa Cruz
robbery
She and I Stand by the Ri
folly
infinity
Opinion
songs
Prose
cut ups
images
a legend
contact
the map
the fetus

an American inner city
cop asks me
to decipher symbols on the label of some whisky

find the true name of the stuff
win a night with a whore
he scribbles calculations
all over the label
soon I find the hidden word
it's 'cool'
cool-brand whisky

earlier I drove around in a Cadillac
got lost
asked for directions ate a Big Mac
walked to a mall
worried a thug might mug me
because I'm dressed nicely and all
but officers watch loitering kids
by the entrance's glass windows
kids who are like a secret army with plans
to fight for the center

later I search for my Father's house
with the help of two men in tan uniforms
in their 4X4, one named Klaus
before they drive me there
I press a pancake of play doh
onto a road directory in a shop where
the directions don't affix
by then the men had already left me behind
finally another man draws me a map
home is by the river Styx
Later, high on grassy hills
that overlook an ocean
I turn to see the latest kills
internal organs
crushed between two rocks
and a bloated fetus
spread over stones and weed stalks
infected with HIV
surrounded by ravenous wolves

whores approach
old with experience
she knows the cop
she got him in her pouch
she rubs her perfect, round ass
onto my crotch and breathes
I've missed you
I want to hear you cry
like bales of hay

I ignore her
and worry about AIDS
yet I phone friends to join the party
one of them shows up and pays
he rents the room while I buy a bottle
I drink my fill
My friend gets the whores
I get the bottle
 
along the infinite path of time
I find a 'real' woman
we live together with a cousin
it's just a hotel room with 2 beds
and a place to hurl
I pace the room one day
while they rest
mentally preparing for school
they sympathize with my test

let's burn off steam, she says
so she takes me to the club she works at
to watch gay men dance
a black man runs between them
he's fat
playing flute
the holes lighting up

the street-walker from before
serves drinks topless
I excuse myself and meet her in a hallway
near the bathroom
--it's a mess--
to ask
have you ever repressed strong feelings
of virility

this lights her up
meanwhile I see
three
blond muscle-bound men accost
my girlfriend
they take her to the restroom
insert a tree branch
into her vulva
then they break it off

but I find out much later
I tell myself
in the meantime
I show the whore my tree house
have an out-of-body-experience
and watch us from afar

the woman of the night is a gymnast
she wraps a rope around her leg reluctantly
and I hoist her up
as she hangs
I tell her 
wait til I return

back at the club
dozens of gay men rally against me
someone put them up to this
or maybe they want their call lady back
so I challenge them to some kickball
anyone who kicks it wrong
dies
I kick it to them but
they boot it back
plans backfire