TABU
Brian Lucas
My Home is in Honey
Spun lumen as each step blackens the body forces it to convulse at gate my water breaks
the smell like antler
I watch honey embalm cough-up wildlife with colored grit in my hair fizzled ship where I rinse-out baubles with the dust of my growth The way the lumen speaks to me ashes filling me up my water broke
and there you were
ugly as an apple possessed by a singularity that might induce nausea or fear the palace gate a joke among the men whose pimples form new constellations they say my home is in honey in the cool of an evening where gobs of crystal fight against my blessed strobe
God Stripped to its Frame I left my ectoplasm on the gears of the body rolled to the gate all soft legs wrapt ‘round your hide flipping the star switch I’m a man grown from data dust in a multiplex on shellmound I’ve been buried here before
I’m ready to endure this trip but if you ask me to disrobe my purpose I will crumble sweat and overhaul the worship machine that breathes for me cut into shapes ignite human oblivion land grab the everything-dribbles-phosphate command a broken dendrite branch in the swill I shake dirty flowers from my
LIGHT RAY aided & abetted by creep control
Arid Bones for Garrett Caples
I shove arid bones into flock absorb meaning below sea I hum pale sky born from the head’s stomach where prisms grapple with other gems licked leaking heroes and insects into muddle
I fled the opaque trees I then squeeze by the moon your ensnared turtle was there glued to memories of water
I tightened my wings before losing sight coming to in an incubator dime-sized and bright the devil is good I was told in a penniless mirror shot by an elf
I was then expelled to reside with unsafe fragments of the earth in my hair a place where rocks talk and their juices defeat famine
A Swan is a Sort of Human
A swan is a sort of human with plastic sword its loose radar hones in on drunken animal trace or a sort of hex put on the skin
Those suns stunned into bursting the monkey calls home sinks its teeth into my face multiplies beetles’ legs by a gridded pattern of language
The simian skull disco mopped with a wax I later found on my ghat surrounded by those who placed evil spiders in my pie another inadvertent fact they hid in moist towelette
I have a familiar a sort of human but with fins teeming with symbiotic bacteria all-ness in the details a breeze crossed with rasa
a sac of genetic memory wrapped in spun layers of teeth
I can’t live without those cities of worm and gold where two chromosomes blow bubbles in ambergris baths await the promised countdown to a simpler form of life when teeth were soggy nubs and the swan a sort of human but dumb in the feather its silver freckles lining the crater called home
My guise takes me to where the guide was seen pummeling his torso with stems of diseased bees slipt into the dizzy good seamless parlay in fever spume befuddled skim over fate’s loose bramble the lilt in a swan voice its man tongue torched
The Night of Warm Arrows The point is to make the flight worth the target
a couple of wings spread and the lion enters the dead child
I threw candy as the arrow whizzed by the clownsuit spewing artificial language celebrating dismembered angels falling on the contour of life the trajectory of a disabled star
Pumped full of promises I limp to the border certainties abolished just a freefall into the mouths of dancing wolves the map in aspic my closure versus your explosion
Gone were the goners corpse peddlers in defiance of sunny innards eating my slice of eternity in the Great Divide
Don’t say thank you just reattach my spine to the star I let your eagle pry free shield my penance with gobs of human cells stored in your umbilical-pouch squeeze pumice from reptilian brain my pants aflame & according to your radar I’m in slow motion
Crystal Crescent To steer the ship towards an unknown number to map the lobe then call out its new name the land of bruised windows the crescent’s lost curve throwing your teeth up on the roof burying them in the dirt
Calcium Debris Scattered calcium debris sustained in the catacombs following supple body-breath twilight systems of loss & gain the double heaven the gently glimpsed memory stored in astral reliquary infecting multi-syllabic earth sore
She witnesses the witness sings the sword from the butcher’s hands mammal piss on linen screen can’t make heads or tails of this slosh heavenly bodies draped across her engine
The sting you feel is normal the loss of heart less so sometimes I drift wash my genitals with salt spell the body with asemic glyphs fall into the hands of a freak on acid stand at the crossroads
where green men cavort in crystal spume
Make it sound oceanic let my guard down & ruin me with your senses crammed with eggs and seeds rotting in the sun an argument with the blob on pyramid’s ice sway look into the pilgrim’s mirrored shades lowering the frequency in shallow desert borealis
Conjoined genies with crystal stab wounds magma in their inflamed aorta living on ivory slabs diet of translucent placenta radio tuned to clever meat frostbitten summits the all-seeing queen in the tree where the ideal homo sap is exposed licking at truth cinders technical class with the ventilator blues
the curdled coma of piracy and narcissism give me a break you electric turd
Mega-Metal Secretions Touching my Paleolithic bone to your birdcage Lighting a cheroot of wasps I then piss in your wok Using my powers of goodness I electrocute the galaxy My stains stretch into long purple-less horizons Weak nature undermines its own symptoms A huge pool of drool where I lick myself with your tongue Steering a seizure toward abracadabra mahabharata shores The cul de sac in a feeble syllogism my head in heron’s milk Being buried in a blue box watched by larval spies
Codeine Poem Unguent bliss exit suspended gold noise lidded eye dribble o, cocoon molting bread soft ebbed gossamer stutter drift anoint wave air edge end muffled stroke long-span depth mum wash slow-mo pliant dive glassine yolk meld limpid canopy
Spools of Jeers Come and see me breathe in fact, breathe with me
Those who oppose me shall mate with my worst aspects the tentacle at the end of my hole the lens-size hole in my heart my laughter filled with bone saliva
The boat has left and I’m holding its udder my palps aflame as I exit the box on orders from innermost swirl aura pummeled by assassin
Come see me give birth to a password in fact, pass into this with me shine but only when I cry real spools of jeers those spectral germs dipped in Aether
Come see me breathe into lamb balloon my crystal eye versus your mental throb And here language burrows into reflecting pools coughs up a nighttime tuned to abrupt dust
I stood in line with my ticket to a lost cause they refunded me to myself in a currency made of roses and hair
In the gleam and glow outside my door I spied the maid bending over her quim-labyrinth god welcomes
Quiet mandrake puzzles set out at noon wheel of fern aflame this ashen buzz in subtones where a question is stained with the answer embedded in white churn
In hands filled with blood the language of spores conducted by eclipse in animal form he told me it tastes like an aquatic dog failing of a lost species hands washed in black suns its be’ebbed and diminished throne
Hermes in Oakland for Alden Van Buskirk
In another metal universe I savor the oil-coated lily divine numbers with a scrap of sun regenerate tissue faster than my body withers bursts it bubble and fills the air with gas I try to eat the planet slowly so as to sense every crag every head and its spark my mouth on every tree my hand on your mound
Oakland Necropolis where emerald embryo found on lakeshore is brought to the Scottish Rite Center for milky ablutions
The town’s chemistry of colors opens the belly
stuffs it with rain neither above or below
Pineal-eye pyramid in Clinton Square my body sealed with propolis found at the bottom of Cleveland Cascade In Snow Park Hermes shits in the dark boards a mutant boat in Fairyland
Anonymous Field I am an insect I choose to infect you This is the first and final time we will ever meet let’s make it good let’s hold hands and laugh concentrically shoot arrows together in government buildings be a diamond a dishonorable discharge from your father’s rectum the apple in a blind melon’s eye
We can’t control our explosions or the festering grammar held in our torso awaiting the throat I let it go every day into my sleeve the spell that dismantles the real crushes it underfoot Are those your antlers?
Cosmognomic Sorcery Cosmognomic sorcery in a thousand flavors pulling out my wand and waving it in your face leaving the keys to the pod behind
The ability to slash consensus hooks draw an answer from the deck of wax let me tell you how to be a hustler for blood language like leaves in the head
Clusters of spongy microbes ganglion on ice shatters your body is a gourd driftless the first man was a woman
enclosed in a cocoon and mouthing spells leaping through the golden gate at one with the lepers and lemurs known to use telepathy in a public space
All of my devices defunct in a general discomfort of baubles the lowing of a cow in my ears right when the levee broke
setting free the bees that carried
a piece of my body like Saint Nowhere at the end
Crystal Paranoia What is behind this spawning of black toads your eye is hell to me vegetal sex in its core hearing things but not seeing their hirsute flop on radio
Speechless sword ignore brain decay eternal champion of the flagrant fragrant in green trillions your face makes me speak into my hand
Wow through music filled bladders with chance minutiae colored detailed bumps on vision’s bold hollow A few old tunes flay inland empire give me a sign
pilgrimage into conversions convulsion’s last stand my room on fire my clothes your mother’s skin birthing unexpected crabs
Garlands In the meantime I’ll prune your elders with the sharp side of the sea calculate the bottomfeeders in your feeder fending for one’s meal when it comes time
Your gate hung with garlands of skulls & dried curd outerfields where metal mountains sprung where I encountered giant lice & a map of Uranus
When the time comes I’ll come on a nest of spiders squeeze a serotonin bubble on my gash It all depends on how much I want to be lost in a den of twisted plasma spoiling the reserves with my steam
Wrecked on the wheel swooning for blubber our world won’t come into being without the necessary glands I will staunch the ogre flow melt mammal reactor’s wick
Concentric signals radio in to my informant brain insomnia tatters the lining of time chaos pictograms equinox’s bare promise forgotten heads loll in the road
I light a torch to see yesterday’s addiction to becoming today where it went wrong and why the sore won’t heal
Horror Trip in the Paperhouse I’m going rancid and see the image of a sun falling from the water locked in gleaming electrode forgetting the infinite suspended in homegrown gelatins boiled by my lighter
The opossums on my street use quills to write a new myth where torture is determined by mathematics bringing the rocks down upon our heads summing up ephemeral flesh with faded numerals forming granite mind grindstone disguised as bauble as paper as terrorized symbol you have to work for it this duress in the embankment The radicals on my street assess the quantum accept poisoned flags collapsed cells splintered solar discs then delight in the fallen clatter of war bones aura scientist lost in the cracks
Pure diamond garbage mound full of albino bones we became too good at navigation the ogams and salt organs the landmarks coated the frenzied morass sacrificial rind unintelligible blur like this screed
What peaches and what pentagrams the message in a bubble the broken law spread over my sizeable smile threatened by secret machines explaining their belief in toys as ultimate learning device when I say tracing the edge of stars with an invisible pencil understanding each other as each of another then I can condone the fat of my angle the proof that hides itself in a scream leaves roll by in the orange glare as sentiment is replaced by a frigid stare an imbalance in the polarities taught as sane but on the hyper-flight I got the axe and was sent to live in a hut for the untrained in the basics of your horrid reliance on subservience