#alt lit

tiny clouds above sort of a crown resting there on your hair

(lavender scents the air Alice touches Emily and finally kiss.)

back to this outside business of love side by side tiny clouds.

of course i choose this is my life i will have all of this.

very well, sign here, here, here, then over there go that way

how far down this hall do you know will you tell me?

to the doctor is next take off your dress leave panties bra only.

right here, in the middle of this hall then what my new life?

that is up to you we only offer, so your dress please, hang here.

i came

done… she grabbed my big toe giggling and sang: this little piggy went to market

we got our clothes on and before she left told me to make sure and throw out her gum

hide the evidence and keep the house clean

in a whimsy world of my own, you swallowed woodwind instruments doused in clindamycin,

and spoke only in pendulum swings,

i took photos of you as you dragged your feet through heart palpitations and misdiagnosed commercial jingles,

do not take if allergic to bicycle tires, terrible sex, the smell of pussy after a tornado haphazardly rips through your mobile home and spits unkempt pinball machines on your lawn…

have you had breakfast today?

have you contacted your doctor?

I climbed the stairs above wet carpet from a dripping snow ceiling and closed the door

took the phone off its life support and drew a hot bath

snagged Brautigans Hawkline Monster from the table and took off my clothes

one toe foot knee thigh and up

and got down down and in to relax and read a bit

I sighed

opened the book

when the doorbell goes off

startled I drop my book into the tub

it missed my floating cock and hit my balls hard with the corner and then splashed off to the side… down into the water

in 216 pages of pain I get up to grab the towel and slip like Charlie Chaplin in a banana factory and hit my head on the toilet

gone… silenced onto the floor

I woke up naked freezing cold with the towel still out of reach and in pain

my balls were in agony

my forehead was gashed and whoever was at the door was now long gone

but the night was not completely fucked

To the sound

Of broken glass

feedback ashtrays clog my head and this chest which soars roars knock doors

thorns on knees prey pray that someday they will become roses

sweet roses in vases on tables in view of lovers with forks

lovers with napkin necklines and wine …plenty of wine

a D chord dangles from the moon

exploding exposing unloading

drum beat machines tease the open thighs

blam boom blam boom

go!

the voodoo of shaken sticks rattle fine china

stir my drink

blow my nose and insert the straw

bleed the ear lance the boil

socks turn industrial wet

ship me up send me out stock me shelf me sell me own me love me play me ignore me forget to dust me

fuck fuck fuck

16 tons rattle pinball metal in my cranium

45’s spin. vinyl bleeds chamomile. 78’s drink coffee. 8-Tracks give head. cassettes eat often and CD’s burn plastic candy

mushroom clouds expose us to radiation Snickers and the burning Milky Way

the Three Musketeers riding in with the four horsemen with an exit sign slobbering off the bits

bit by bit

bit by bit

and the end rolls in wave after wave

its over

but that's ok

its ok

really