From the Makers of Decaying Squirrel

poem you and i

1

you know how
when you get a new hair cut
after letting it grow long
you overshoot the mark
with your comb
and scrape
the tops
the backs of your ears?
that little pain
reminds you that you've changed.

2 and 3

I don't have the courage to write more than this.

or

maybe I erased it




poem a16-09

i dont mean to confuse you
this isnt a poem actually
a memo to my best friend
i have to let you be dead now
i told myself
that there had to be a limit
to how long i would hold on to your
empty
silky skin
and suck the left over salts
well
now is the time i think
to give it up
you're dead
bye



poem general feelings about space

if it gets out of my head
its gone forever
its more important than me or you
or the cat or my dad
or my job
my life
i live on it like a flea lives on a planet

i was listening to the music of

toads screaming fear from a swamp
a chicken gutting an earthworm in a field
with patafores
your dead babies in still in the womb

the music
repetition
ascending patterns of
rhythm guitars massive drum kits vibraphones
building upon

100
1 000
10 000
1 000 000
1 000 000 000

(its important to read every digit in this case)

life persists as scraggly gray weeds holding on in the cracks of concrete being trodden by 100 feet

i tried to tell you i love you but
i bit my fist and the blood filled my mouth and made me mute
and it filled my skull
with 1000 liquid teeth that
filled my eyes
and constant building pressure
burst from my sockets
onto the floor
with 10 000 ringing keys marbles silver knives

black men have it easy you said

the worst crime you could commit
is being ugly
and loveing someone attractive

said the butterfly

and the toad answered

the worst crime you could commit
is being beautiful
and being disgusted
with the ugly ones who love you

thats why i walked
and i walked
and i walked
and i walked
and i walked
and i walked
(its important to read every line in this case)
not until i was dead but until the
sun's concrete mud
devoid of scraggly gray weeds
turned my feet
my bare solemn feet
into stone
into stone
into stones
that beat the breath from
that could take your spines
1 000 000 spines
your claws teeth unbearable heat
that made a path of of you

until i was ready

the waltzes
the 1 000 000 000 walzes
i loved to dance
to waltz with you
with theodore roethke's father
the happiness that each of the bruises you left
the glee of glancing

blows
oh father

so i finish
my love has drilled its way up your unsuspecting anus
and the liquid teeth
the billion liquid teeth
( i cheat so that i assure failure here)
race their scraping
gnawing
screaming way
up your intestines
to your throat
and burst out of your lungs
out of your throat
like
a last angry
heaving
cold breath

exasperation
nulls
everything

i
am
null
set
void

(cliche but yes so is desperation and self loathing in this kind of setting)

thank you
for not
caring

insert (favorite flavor or home town)

this poem should end with the imagery of pond scum
viscous dull green slime
on the edge of mud goo
that
flies accustomed to shit
would avoid

methane

end scene



images:

robert sherer

1. adam and steve
2. submarine game
3. american martyr
4. fountain of youth

I thought that I really needed to put some poetry here so that the 1st entry wasn't adolescent lust (see next entry)

poem myspace whores

i now hate looking at other people's lives through photos on the internet

oh look Gobshite13 always seems to be up to fun

my but CheesePunk sure has beautiful friends, I wish I had friends that were that pretty

man, LAMBSHANKS808 is always laughing and drinking, what fun it must be to be him

WiccanPrince41 kisses a lot of boys, it must be constant ass for ol' WP

(audible sigh)

everyone's lives look so interesting on the internet

everyone else's life looks so much more

more more more

on the internet

sexy - well how artistic life is when you're...

filled with - how did he get to go there?

assholes

if i were like that...

if i could be him...

what if i knew them, hey, then i could co-opt some of that shit for myself.

it doesn't matter

every one else's life looks so much more on the internet

than mine


poem biological

1.

keratophagy

i'll help you with that

yes chelonians are ectothermic

i often feel sore after walking away from you

temperature dependent sex determination

thats a mouthful

there is something poetic in biological terminology

is your taxanomic nomenclature?

yes, but ontogeny does not necessarily recapitulate
phylogeny

eat crackers and say that naked

it works

2.

"keratophaty, you mean?"

no i meant keratophagy

its an obscure herpetology term

that has fallen out of use

i like things that have fallen

out of us(e)

the eating of skin, or one's own skin most especially

i think

we have forgotten

where we came from

3.

"both sound faggy"

How about echdysis?

Its about time you molted.

Its a complicated hormonal process, that's true, but I think you're up for it.

I wanna be there, when your macomium pops.

I wanna be there when your science drops.

4.

Heed math as J begins class.

What happened to X Clan anyways?

Can frito-lay co-opt Black Nationalist hip hop?

Paris says, this is the Cake that hate made?

Are we on the same page?

Burn Ottawa burn, I smell a riot goin on...

nevermind.


poem i do not freebase jw veldhoen

Veldcrisps!

faint lisps we snack on these
weak wrists we crack oh please
john's scabs are best with cheese

...now with extra existential crisis in every bag!

I'm a faggot ass fanboy...CHRISTIAN BALE is the sexiest Batman

CORRESPONDENCE THAT ALSO MAY BE POETRY

Dennis Bad Influence Cooper

i just watched me you and everyone we know
i love this movie and i love miranda july
and i love her too
loins and nostrils both
fuck em if they don't
seriously fuck them to death
before that i ate too much chinese food
before that i read your entire nico post
and this has put me into a weird mood
oh yeah
that
and looking at luka and porc skull's shit
that all did it
and now i am listening to Nico and The VU
thank you for that
do you think miranda july would let me kiss her
maybe then you are more like a gangster
a leader of scum and villainy
jabba the hutt?


CHRIS i want to rub myself on you like a bear that has an itch
honey?

demark here
i could just keepwriting shit like this
couldn't i
endlessly

let's poop back and forth into each other's butts
forever

i don't like that idea
but
i like the idea

look out
the world's behind you
joe mills gave this line more weight
i feel like i'm jesus' son

nonesense

i like the word
shananigisme

you x i took that line from cyrano de bergerac

nevermind

would yale publish this kind of shit
am i still a young poet?

hmmmm

fuck it

ERIK

you're my kind of faggot
your mind crimes faggot
i'll loosen everything
on you
are
you
ready?

LUKA

fuck em if they can't take a joke
fuck em if they can't break the yolk
fuck em
fucker

Killer

I eat myself from the outside in
it won't do you anygood
at this time
i'd just consume your babies
transubstantiation
is bullshit
its just food
no one has a bigger dick

I am frightened of both of you. I think you both vomit acid on the rest of us. I don't want to be the rest of us. I'm frightened of you both. Your tongues slither.

Luka. I feel like you're slapping me hard in the face here. Stop this. It hurts. No, stop this. Don't you wanna be like the rest of them. Stop it.

Hate something. Just because you can.

When I lick banana slugs it makes my tongue go numb. It's slightly toxic. Then why do I do it? If you have to ask...that's what this stuff is. You and your Banana Slugs.

Porcelain

if we slice enough of ourselves away, we can both fit.

precum.

the corneous outer layer of a bird's beak is called a rhamphotheca, it fits over the bone structure. that's what i am.

the small rows of teeth that run like a conveyer belt in the mouth of a snail is called radula. that's what you are.

i, when i looked at this picture my lips parted slightly and, and i could feel, really feel my breath over them. i, without thought, licked the upper one, and bit the lower one. i stopped everything for just 30 seconds. then i was confused. and i felt blissful and enveloped. stop doing that.

hey, keep whispering, i like it.

dennis

they were right, christian bale is the sexiest bat man

you die, and the world goes on with out you. people keep laughing, and talking about movies, and fucking in public toilets. and you're dead.

catachrestic, i wish i was there to take care of you. take in plenty of fluids.

supposedly, there is an african saying, just because you are at the bottom of the sea, that doesn't make you a fish.

I saw some porn with that deaf kid, Zack and some blond kid peeing on each other in the shower. It didn't seem to bother me as I thought it would. Maybe because the urine was clear, maybe because they were already wet, and maybe that ZACK guy is just so fucking hot that it nixed my revulsion. I don't think I'm heading looking to get pisse don though.

whatever

i stole this image

i wrote this for joe mills

i dont like to talk about nightmares here
i think they're trite
i think the idea is
hacked up mullberry trees
what a waste of fruit
what a waste of cheap wood

that lamb says
watchout

i whisper
you listen

in the dark
when you eat meat

this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are

i typed all of that
i thought it was worth the time
i like to think of it as workmanship

we don't put enough effort into
dying anymore

you forgot to water the flowers

this

is

who?

in thekitchen
in thedark

what

whispering?

Diese sind nette bilder, die ich mag.

I just wanted to share some images i found that seemed to evoke something in me this week. Oh, what's that word for when something evokes things...nevermind.


Super kawaii!!!


A boy and his dog


I was Cocteau's love child.


If we don't fight them over there, we'll fight them over here.


It was just one of those days.


Genet hated lemon biscuits.


They tried to explain situational irony.


What we will do for nature.


Is this hubris?


Is this hubris?


I have beautiful friends.

A Poem For A Friend In Sorrow

poem xo

love
lame language
listless learns
to listen
likely
lighted lanterns
lull
us into sleep
love

post

that is why

i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite
i am shite

sick stupid dead

CATACHRESTIC, I don't think that's the right word.

poem enough?

catachrestic
hey
beetles jaws and
little claws
spiny
black and shiny
tearing at your
tearing your insides
but you
you love the feeling of
ripping skin of love
oh hey
catachrest
can i bite your chest
is that
cracking sound
wracking down
on
your
nipple
when
brute force hooves and horse
what will bruises on your cheeks
bloodinbetween teeth
spit
and spit and spit inside

i
want
to tear open every
follicle
filial
fucking burial
breath again
in laundry bin
trapped
but
thats the way you like it
forsaking air for cotton
scratching at your lungs
and beauty breathing in my tongue
what
this
isn't lust
it's almost death
and almost
cata
so close
to


no
its gone

mice mice mice
gray fur greasy caked
and
the splinters in your back speak of
places with sand
pitted and
not quite dead enough
for love
shit
i can't feel enough
shit
i can't feel
GOD WHAT WILL IT TAKE
WHAT WILL I TAKE
TAKE TAKE
TAKE
(steak carve me...)

wake up honey its time for school
wet cabbage
tepid
drool

black
black

ishna ho tep a'lach

winds seep
sift
sleep

cata

cata

dead mice
wet
paper hamburger wrappers
in
the
gray scum of
street gutters
body
shudders

pin

prick

soft squeeze the blood from chocolate cupcakes intime for skin flakes

just another

damn

day

A POST FOR ALEX ROSE

This is not
is not
i repeat for the sake of the
children
deafdumband
blind
hoary eyed and bat faced
children
dead in a pool the vicar's piss
children
what for anyways all we had to eat were
disease
and potatoes
rotten cum soaked tomatoes
flies shitting on our
prim
proper
never ever was a princely prattling
on and on
children
children
children
tell them this is not a

poem

assholes
dusty rusted and what a name for
encrusted with custard
and curried for bluster
you show me
mister
the black hand blisters
and what a mistake the
listless
loose and lettuce like
my tight hands
and oh the dusty rusted assholes
linger on your ashen fingers
so
so
so thats why I'm saying
this is knot
no
knockers
on my children say the darnedest
shit
when you fuck them
with the grit
and sand
and the vicar's willing hand
is not
a

poem

this was just an exercise
please don't
be alarmed
its not art if no one
was harmed

rabbits rags and random shotguns
quiet in the hour
we'll soon
devour

the men that keep you from your sleep
little
baby
ALEX

who's the carrot, then?

A Post For HELIOTROPE, pt. 1

Navanax

Navanax is a Genus of predatory Sea Slug (in the ancient Opisthobranch order) that specializes in preying upon other Sea Slugs (in the order of Nudibranchs) and Bubble Snails. It finds its prey by following the trails of mucous they lay down as they travel across the ocean floor. Sea Slugs of both orders ( the Nudibranchs and Opisthobranchs) are Gastropods (the class of molluscs we call snails). Navanax is also capable of eating poisonous or venomous species of Sea Slugs

A Poem for Atheist

poem atheist

atheist
laciest
wraith we missed
may we kiss
daisy fist
pray be this
the way we hissed
in a feign she lisped
her fake weak wrists
and neigh we pissed
the baby grist
on whale greased tits
in
crazy trysts

in fur in fur inforsomuch as
she rubbed the fur of animals
lions llamas badgers stoats
pocket monkeys
pygmy goats
she made me her pet
she made me pour sweat
she made me love the vicious lash
she made me eat her corn beef hash
and wash her lovely smooth white

asters mums and shiny plums
she put many an object to work in the garden
and loved to watch bean stalks harden
its amazing the fruits she produced
and what ripe berried she did juice
so she said
you can take a whore to culture
but you can't make him
play the rake then

hey genius
I'm
rabies blissed
in pale pink mist
my atheist

Screams from the Lords of Entropy

poem jw has claws

if it isnt round
it isnt sound
your proposition
in this position
is quite preposterous
large plecostomous
sucking algae
sucking my ample
ground round
sucking the breath from
loud mounds
oh john
this is a public safety concern to be sure


poem i'm in the mood (pony)

that's no prude pony

waters are invasive true
there inside of trees too
they're inside your trees two

perhaps we'll have to give this one special attention

you don't have to take the plunge
matt and i shall take up sponge
and scrub away the leafy grunge

ahhh the feelling of clean balls after a long day


poem another one for matt

little deaths in your depths
the breadth of your breath
across my chest in silky rest
what exhaled fluids upon me blessed
dear prince breathless flexed
and red flesh wrecked
inside our
castle
of
foam


poem home at DENNIS COOPER's blog

rude pony come on man come on you don't want that
dude, pony just give it a try you may like it
squeak
ok i'll write poems for your vaginas,
queerano de bergerac
but i get to touch it
the pinacle of evolution
to live, yet to die
to touch your balls

misa make us moist and meerly mention your manly musk
into us trust
and join the mound of bathtime males
in tangled trysts
in steamy mists

matty dont go silent
oh btw hot water is
languid and fun
and droplets run
down your back
and smooth nut sack
and your hair will be wet anyways
and we'll stay bathed for days
who will care
inside OUR lair

From the Reign of Insanity at DC's Blog

poem antonio

this is like watching bison mating from my hole in
the ground
this is like watching cheese grating while i roll in the mound
you know the feeling on a hot day when your freshly shaved scrotum sticks to the side of your thigh?
you know the sound of lungs rattling as your only daughter dies?
he said he likes to push in the soft spot of a baby's head and fuck the hole.
he said he likes to push in the soft spot of my hate and fuck me whole.

poem sypha

SYPHA sleeps
cavity creeps
inanimate loose stool he knows what divine tools
tentacles tight slime cuddles
ripping flesh blood puddles
anal teeeeeeth
(I'm beneath)
(hush, there is a reason he remains chaste)

pupa pupa number 9
on the new york transit line
if my train comes off the track
kill it kill it kill it
KIIIIILLLLLLLL THEMMMMMM AAAALLLLLL

sypha sniff a
james and all the little trash can babies
feast us on feotus
baby fajitas
your abortions
flaming contortions
(James Black and the)
give birth
give birth
give birth
to slime covered walls and achingblueballs

when will I know the
when will I spill my
little black death inside you
inside
spew

syphaaaa
piffle
puffle
anti-scuffle

sypha
don't you
want to
bruuuuuiiiiiiissssse

An Invitation to Cuddle to the Author Joseph Mills and other Gruff Handshakes

poem joe love song

Joseph

My tongue, your cheeks,
amazing how
saliva speaks,
grazing cows,ruminant freaks.

Cuddle kittens
your body next to mine is death
your fluids suck my breath
from
little
spittle
on top of griddles
cooking stewing
anal chewing
joe mills what
joe mills what
joe mills how much of my flesh
is it going to take?

some one told me this is a French idea but i don't believe my own body some times and your gruff manly handshake is a lie

your rough stubble is so sly

strange what they turn love into
how dogs and cats
wooly mittens cuddle kittens
who told you love was so
ahhhhh the breath
what release in pain
what an acid rain
this is what men do
(the cat has a barbed penis, after all)

Strike me down
strike me down with all of your hatred
and your journey to the dark side
will be COMPLETE
COMPLETE COMPLETE
Complete me joe
kill me and make me know

rats rats rats rats rats
rats rats rats rats
rats rats rats
rats rats
rats
they know what love is


poem oliver one last time

Dennis,

He is a boy of many
spells
and devices
however
we don't care what you say
because
we pretend
that we feel like being
impaled and lubricated
as
the slaves of hummingbirds
we're used to their claws
now
even though
the bamboo said,
"i don't care..."
the panda answered,
"it doesn't matter, I'm going to eat you anyways."
and thus
the poet is a rapist
even in shreds
in his

death
throws

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Enjoy the videos embedded in the last poem. Just some random favorites.