Of Hip Hop and Country (For Victoria)

She was beautiful and quiet
as we drove through a tangerine midnight.
"If only the rear view stares
were for me" I thought."instead of those speeding
pick up trucks with out of state plates."
I shut the blinds of my eyes
and I pictured an evening;
Red white with a cheap name,
pink roses with a kind fragrance,
warm sheets to hold us both
while we hold each other.
Watching the tall and short candles
flicker inside the iris as our lips meet.
It would be perfect.
Perfect to fall into dreams
with her
after kisses on the nose
and laughs at absurdity.
It's difficult to explain,
especially when I try to say her name
and my stomach becomes a womb
for butterflies
and my heart works overtime.I
t seems so recent
that her smile could lift me
but I can't lie to myself
or to anyone
when I say I float
when she walks into a room.
And then it got colder in the backseat
knowing the breakfast sun
would come into my bed
and only wake me.
It would be another day
of meaningless work
and fucking up
because she's all you can focus on.
She looked in the mirror again
and for a second,
I think those precious eyes
finally saw me.

Honey Chords

Honey chords
from sticky voices
dripping in my ears.
The words are hand picked;
Very particular and churned.
Sweet and savory
with humorous accents.
Once inside,
each molecule of sound
begins to paint
animationsscenes of beautiful women with egg yoke
or goose feather hair.
They might even sketch tomorrow.
Where will I be?
Oh.
There.
Air?
Please don't stop kissing me
with your incense mask.
It's more about the noise
then the feeling.
Repeat.
Repeat:
"Then the feeling."
It's more about the noise
with your incense mask.
Please don't stop kissing me.
Air?
There.
Oh.
Where will I be?
They might even sketch tomorrow
hair
or goose feather.Scenes of beautiful women with egg yoke
animations
begin to paint
each molecule of sound.
Once inside,
with humorous acents,
sweet and savory,
very particular and churned,
the words are hand picked.
Dripping in my ears,
from sticky voices:
Honey chords.

New Unfinished/Untitled Poem

When I find myself in Jesus' bloodline,my eyes glow
brilliantly.I have become the Sun
that breaks clouds,
warms pools,
burns, burns,burns!
There are sensations
of marshmellow fluff
and strawberry skies.
Jam slides
that breathe
when you go down
through the heavily settled thick
rich with pinecone stink!...

In utero coma begins.
Mother's milk symphonies
muffled by atmosphere casing.
Streams that applause
in blessedness.
Peach galaxies
with fuzz.
Immaculate comfort.

Books!

Starving and Useless Presents: Toxic Inpublication Vol. I is now available. They're 40 pages of poetry from Me and Todd. We're selling them for 5 bucks. If you live a distance from either of us, we can mail them to you, but we have to charge you the s&h, unfortunately.

Naturally, the money is going to future books. So spread the word on these ones, because the more we sell, the more books we can put out, including your work, if you want.