educating on the transatlantic tunnel

we sell courses on weekends
and how to be humanic
but enrolled humans peer and pear
(which are my favorite fruit)
and deers are feared
or worshiped
i forget
but the russian mules know
four
and six takes the wheel
to the break in the map
because cartographers fell into heroin
and the atlantic shoreline
is dressed as a wake
and the floral endangerments
smell vaguely vaginal
and cinnamon
like when we left that corn
husk doll in the sun too long
and no one trimmed my nails properly
because daddy told me
only the real ones see diggers
when antiobiotics are currency
for the women with both
and then men have done
and your face cracked first.

blasphemy on the radio

i am lost
  with walls of walking stairs
    in a place where we forgot to
      how to whistle
and your mother is a marionette
moded and molded
to chips chipping metallic lice spouses
and soup tastes of motoring mint in your one girlfriend's braid
but no beetles eat berries
and snouts are the envy

I'm baaaaaack

wow, so it has been over a year since I have posted anything which is terrible!
I have gone through the longest dry spell my writing has ever seen I think, but have a renewed sense of commitment. I am even looking into an open mic night next week to try to re-inspire myself.

I will posting a new piece in a few minutes!