Insomniac I
suffer from gods
and clinical
darkness ye lithe
disembodied rivers
dismorphian rivers
distopian rivers

in some hypnotized
universe on the ceiling
I cannot say it
[sleep] I will say slumber
and roll myself to the foot of
the bed and whisper
wishes to wishes
malady is chthonic
my lady is a cute albeit
errant dyscordia one
drapes with sultry digits
maybe lays a kiss on in
clumsy osculation
eres la nina de mis ojos
O Madame O Milord O Milieu
of myself
here is real
oh god they all they all are one
sticks and pills
may break my ills
but nature walks
are aphrodisian as
a rose a rise a raze
a thenar ambling on
dewy park railings and
[you know] rummaging
cityscapes for a sin techo
remedium ie more a
a more a safer something than

vertiginous steps
out there
on the icy surface of slumber
mas que a mi propria piel
wanting wanting
as it were
impeccably hung
among blue ghosts adrift in
maculations of light
hora a hora a hora

we are the high functioning
notwithstanding caffeine
sometimes nicotine
sometimes adrenaline
sometimes asinine

en las tejas poniendose de pie

christ that responds in
terror more at midnight than 3 pm
have mercy on us oh I am
afraid of gods
even a god
bearing benefactions in hand
mount of love plain of war
O Lord of dichotomies
send me the work address of aegis Zion
I cannot stand the palmist at the door
the hoi polloi telling us
to read the lines not the pale underbellies
not to look a gift-equid in the mouth
levantar erguido su semblante
and believe in [blank]
slobbering thou christ out in the streets of Hierosolyma
O lather us in via lactea and lathe
veritable kinks knots and gnomons to
whatever form is vitality
from the freeway’s shimmering banks thou christ
this is my corpus shred
for the forgetting
of time

for gluten-free thou christ for complimentary
lonely time past and perfect
I taking note of the weather’s
possible inclemencies
Saul of Tartarus
I came out and have come out
wanting of nothing
amaurosed and bawling
macarized macarized art thou
I do what I hate or what I am

it is what it is
venereal vermin nerve a [hair a]
trickle of antiquity through me
the ho monos the only the epicentre
no es otra cosa mas que su alma
the pigeons on the concrete edifice
juxtapose us dearth to dearth
as lightest to lightest element recumb

how can I believe the
hero is real the more your lot your lot is one
of epicene slumber it coalesces
[us to us] all divinities bodies
formulations to say transformed my
soul takes the new in

gyrum imus nocte et consummamur igni

hypnautical I
for inflammation
hypocrite I
to inverse the stars
cf te a mi mano
te vengas a donde las guerras se van

hyppocratic I
to be the hircine head of
the bacchanal
and not
the manic

you are the apple of my eyes

thenar palm of the hand

sin techo homeless

more than my own skin

hour by hour by hour

standing on the roof tiles

to raise up the countenance

gnomon the projecting limb of a sundial 

know thyself
amaurosed blinded
macarized blessed, fortunatehappy

ho monos the one
it is nothing less than the soul

at night we go our circuits
and we are consumed in fire

get yourself to my hand
come to where there are no wars

hircine pertaining to or resembling a goat


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