list of don’ts

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If you see something
Fall out of my body

Give me the money.

A story is only
one thing
following
another

And you stand
at the center

If no one is there
There is a suitcase
that is always open.

My Buddha carries my teeth
A tooth, a single shard rather
Let’s keep my spirit up
I said-

romantic virtues
are bad ideas
I don’t think that
But people say
I should

My flowers just don’t
seem to want to
grow

Life doesn’t look
like that-
That’s art.

Scientists also reveal
Sky blue
water
wet.

There is a nobel
prize for sale
if
You want to
buy it

The world
was all before
me
It’s called dust
Leave it alone

It has to be
a story
A story is only
one thing
following
another

solitary Reading

hang

I think my skin is
danger
Ribs were born
all torn

With a growl, I remove
the Real

Leave my body alone
leave the doctor
alone
He’s busy.

My divorce is my parents,
my hand in their pockets.
I ate the vagina and
killed
the father.

If you were fed
through a tube
You wouldn’t have to
wash your Hands.

You are so
Smart. Why, then
do you love
Yourself?

deep muscle

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I’m naked but listen
There is nothing wrong with
the Vagina.

The body is something we
all have inside of us.

Print me out a copy
of my wound.

This is where I
Come from, this is
my sexual butter.

Oh lord please forgive me
Foolish flesh, a gorgeous
little baby, coochie coochie
Coo.

The tender special is
in the corner

They took my head and
Twisted it
away from
the surgical area

Like a wrestler,
A head locked lover.

Passing anger
is beautiful
before and after.
But not during

It is all a fragile canal
If you don’t have to
cut through a Thousand levels
why would you?

I would give anything
to take
a shower, I am
Filthy.

They had me twisted-
They are staples not stitches
If you drop something
Don’t bother picking it up.

art about the end of the world
is ignorant
but not original.

pitch black void pep talk

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If a ball was
thrown

I’d be the one
who would
Run away

This is about how the world
never changes.

And this is about how it
always does

I have been visiting hours-
the silence and the stars.
The screen is a screen-
this we cannot barter.

we will still do the talking
but i can do it by myself

I can do it by myself
I do not need
your help

My inside and outside
are racial and fostered

Adopted by authority
rented out for food.

Unwanted, but given
A stipend- I was told to
sit and be silent.

I hope everyone here
is a
Person.

I can’t tell
by myself.

moldy rapture

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Stop mapping fiction
kiss me and break
Pattern

Her separated thought
It makes its own kind of sense

Fake based reality:
I live in my face
whether you like it or not.

Borrow a bull-
you look like you
need it.

Yes
the way he managed his
Money.
Yes
after his death.

And clung to it
His teeth set

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an illustration

What do you do
When you loose
A needle?

Visit a Health Store.

a bucket
of
crazy
buttons.

borrowed cows

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Good morning little god
Take your time
pray and shit.

Would you believe me
even if you think
i am lying?
since I’m telling
the truth?

My flowers are blooming
And they bloomed again
this Year.

The endless picture
of the green bedroom
was borrowed this
Summer.

A financial disaster
has seven coats of
Wallpaper. Original
children were
passed through
the window.

Outside, the house
was unusual.
A future art was
Perfect, transformed
from grass to
Stone.

Traffic damage is
a sensitive topic. An
Unfinished self-portrait
is next to the bed.

You are an anonymous
still life, I am earthenware-
a fire in the country,
Mother and child.

“I don’t know how to
Thank you, but I hope i
can do the same for
You some
time”

In the beginning,
I prayed. Later,
We had dinner.

The Inculcation of Shirley Temple

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Align yourself with
abundance.
employ Advanced
night repair

flip me a typology
of childhood gesture
I saw your arm in
The dark.

We were all thrown
Like nets, held at bay-
all collapsing forms
squiggles of light.

(Males are supposed
to groom
well)

The words
didn’t match
the world
Though

The world is no better
or worse for what you
Are.
sometimes I find
Myself

I could take a picture of the moon
to show you
but
you are
the moon

Today
is the first
day of
the rest

cosmic fuck

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It did not become him-
doing such a dirty thing
On television.

Both legs
have to Go.

I’m too
Intergalactic
For you, lady- you
play chess and I
play god.

You think that wood is
Flat-
I think
it is cosmic
Root Butter.

I wore rib juice for
Eye storms and ate
Chocolates all
Day, delicious.

Tore my ear around
the hemisphere, glued
Toes to the galaxy

I got star channel
On instant play,
Auto dial Eros
from the pool
Phone bitch.

My meditation room
Is remote controlled
to flatten my karma

It’s really just a generational
Thing, honey

You believe time

I don’t.

Full Time Human Being

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me is way back
Then

imagining
This.

I am object
Operated by
me
hiding

Don’t try
to fix it
you can’t fix it
Bless your
heart

Once it is established
that the separation
is voluntary, the local office
must determine
the circumstances

Welcome to
The Simple Creature.

A sperm spring
i Kiss you
I don’t have to
see the inside
to Know
It is alright

Involuntary memory
I always take seriously
I can’t text with grassy hands
I’m in the middle
of my medicine

My text is fragile

it has imaginary
Value

These buttons don’t belong
To these pants.

digital archive 2011-2013

photo copy

From now through October 5th, I have a installation on view at Newark Penn Station in partnership with Solo(s) Project House, “Digital Archive 2011-2013”. If you would like to take a look, when you arrive at Newark Penn Station, an escalator around the edge will lead you upstairs, whereby you will follow a winding corridor past a gym and up another escalator, down a hallway, through a mini mall, across a bridge, where, suddenly, you will see a window display filled with multi-colored silk threads taped to the wall- to the right of this display is a glass door- once you pass through the glass door, you will be in a small hallway filled with soft red light and the words “Newyork” lit up on your right. Once you are in this hallway, open the door with the black leather sign, walk inside and then close the door. There you will find a miniature model of manhattan made out of aluminum foil, soda cans, and christmas lights. Sit down on the shiny bench or the small leather ottoman and you can watch the past two years of my life in 10 minutes. Do not touch the electric roses.

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Digital Video, 9 minutes on endless loop, 30,000 + photographs

Installation:
aluminum foil
aluminum cans
lamps
afghans
1920’s stereo
bamboo
Christmas lights
scraps of black leather
4 bad paintings
a white dress shirt
a guide to New York.

Show:

THE GATEWAY PROJECT
JULY 17 – OCT 5

OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
TUES – THURS
11 AM – 7 PM

OPENING RECEPTION
JULY 17th, 5PM – 7PM

TWO GATEWAY CENTER
283-299 MARKET ST.
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floss cards

frag

This is a tight

System.

It teaches you
to go to bed

When you are
thirsty

My room is
Hell and perfect
for hiding

I have a number
for the program

I have a posture
I prefer

The window vacations
have a newspaper boy
To wash their hair

I have horticulture and
Rice
And I
have

Been waiting
for

You.

acting lessons

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We decide
what’s new.

Not you.

There is no
single thing possible
that you could call responsible
For destroying human
Relationships

When i do not like
something

i try to forget it
i do not
remember things
i do not like

In my life
i hide them

i accumulate
Everything that
Happens
i am a storage unit
an archive of
Tears

i am
Pretty little pill boxes
All wet, lying on the floor
wWe are
a Power-less couple
Never touch the
principal

(ashes)
now you have me
Thinking about
Ashes.

Do you want to rise
From these fucking
Ashes?

Do you think you can wear
History like a diamond?
I can eat your
Fingers
First.

How did you build an
Entire
Jungle out of
Ashes?

nothing is worse

than a
dead mans
penis.

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eyes don’t get old
Stuff around them
does

they could lead
into
other

things

Art comes from
the Survival
Mode- eat, fuck, eat.

It’s just arranged
differently

I have fantastic anger
and abstract Ebonics

I have layers of tongues
and pelvis, simpler and
Pleasant.

I am torrential pother,
A slut for disaster.

Watch the building
Eat itself.
watch a Door
as a
Window.

I slaughter houses in jest
Damaging the imagination,
Plucking the gut.

I’ve learned how to talk to people like Person
Don’t sexualize the table, darling
People are in public.

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I knew you were
keeping your
fire breath
in check

I thank
you for
That

The Record
Is Exact

My cards are
Close to my chest
I am fumes, a ghost
in your head

I left my eyes
in a box in
A drawer
behind your
Wedding Dress

I will watch you
Cry all of the
Time in your
Bed.

Lets dismiss
This myth

It wouldn’t be an
Entrance without
An exit.

instructive speech

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It wouldn’t be in his best interest to poison the dog.

keep your voices
down

keep your hands
to yourself

Eventually
we have
to deal with
Real
Space

Whether
We like to or
Not

I am an active money manager
Who battles the
Market

I want to be breaking down
Sobbing screaming

Horrible things happen
in New York City.

A certain amount of tension is inevitable

The audio function automatically
Overrides multiple streams

Man
was
in
the
forest

Short little hairy people
run the world

You have money
You can look at the beautiful party
You get friendly
You never reveal anything
about your identity

A logical nag
My secret queer code
Look how nice your little
Hairs look

Did you ever
hear of a
Railroad in hell?

no.

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welcome to
Fucking magic
Town

Hold your eyes
I’m eating life.

Blow this book
Down your
Throat

something intense
is running down
my back

I am lending you
beauty eggs

Eat them.

I would love
To meet
You

silly

you

are the most

ridiculous
being i have

ever

seen

 

dude he needs
to bliss

the fuck

out

I would
Love
to

newstory

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Tommy’s belly
is a beautiful
symbol
of Art
working.

Derek came
to see
me so I
could see
my self

I
looked
great.

David is still dying but
at least
Jack is
still
flaming.

If you see Andy tell
him I’m hungry
and he never
calls

Tell Peter that
Paul is popular
and still very
sexy

I refuse to
mention
RR & JJ cuz
they snubbed
me

either
way

I miss
them

all

(and I
almost
missed
you)

How to tell the future apart from broken glass

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I came from a very particular
Slow past. A place with parents
no nightingales
And Nothing in my
Blood

I learned how to wear
painful shoes
To produce a
Picture
Experience
warmth like
never before

this is a result
of ancient notions
regarding what
sparkle is

why do you
make
the beauty
stop?

the slow withdrawal of learning
the picture disappears

you are not looking at the picture
you are looking at the
world

posit this cerebral space
where all you will be able to
do is
wait

this place i outline
is shape and slow
and i am head that
is all

and you could
fall down the
stairs

into a
basket

get out of my magic head,
go organize the forest
or eat

i wish we
were neighbors
so you could
water my flowers.

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these clothes are
new
and recently
cleaned

i bought these
fibers at
the air conditioned
store and put them
into a brand new
plastic bag

i opened soap and washed
them and then folded them
and then
put them
into the
drawer

now when you put on these
clothes you will feel clean
these clothes will make you feel
new

then you can stand
in the kitchen
and eat cheese
and laugh
and the tiled floor
is easy to repair

and the front door of the house
is heavy and the tree is good
for shade
and the back yard is clean
and the street is recently
paved
and you feel clean
and you feel new

you just have no idea how clean we all feel

live genre

.

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I want flowers
but I do not want
Too many

When I used to have slow time
I love you more than anything
else right now

It will remain in
the magazine
forever

I’ve been alone
in places a lot
I know I’ve been
my body before
all the
time

starving and comfortable
most of the time I’m my tooth

If I had known you were
coming here
I would have baked
you a cake

“that’s not god”
I overheard

Did I just change my life
around an imaginary chef?

I like to be the beast
Welcome to New York.

making a living (being)

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go learn the world
make your way
stupid thing

glow me a ball
for five hundred
minutes. I will
solve my legs
and beg

you gave me
cake and I could
not eat
a thing

I danced
through
nice
to see
you

i did not know this was such a swank banquet
i leant you my lunch and you fed me dinner

love was taught
to be violent
by accident

notes from
a lecture on
blindness

clever discs

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Can I

become
Anonymous
again?

Flesh, pure
and simple
Cartilage?

(I feel like I’ve
known you
all of my
life but
we’ve only
just met)

An exodus?  Thin
Caviar khaki legs?
Dip me in juices
Baby I’m wet

The breathing begins
at the end of the head.
A combination of death and
fresh fish.

four ear lobes
Tacked to the wall.
a minor loss for the
Greater good.

I have measured many
Moments with the curve
of their content, allowing
An easy drift across the
Surface.

little skin

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(for t/s)

You
have to
wait
here until
you feel the
Air

See? They did
not know the
Secret of the
Wind

metaphor comes
before meaning

That sound of wood
means the bell
Is not
ringing

You render
the world

and then
your gone

space age skull caps

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It has to be worded absolutely perfectly

“Everything is going to be fine”
“Everything is going to be home”
“Everything is going to be gone”

this assorted world  is a
pantomime

glue and elmers
and scissors with
cardboard

i will cut out a doll
and prop you

two dimensional
and simple

one thing
is what
you
will
always

be

if i come
close enough
to you

i am going
to hit you.

blood, ventricle
a brain bursts
unicorn

i was super
future thinking
and i saw jelly
cubes
expanding.

urge alarms

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Small red circles

are buttons on
your lip

Press them to
hear the
Weather or
change the
Channel

Eyes were
imported from
fine beads in
China

(silicone coating
ensures a limited
time offer)

Eleven ferraris
and all are on fire
Twelve hundred
panels of liquid
narrative None of
them love
letters

This winter
is new gone, baby
paint SPRING all over
me

(You can
not create
an algorithm
for how a
brush stroke
Functions)

thistles
are perfectly random
variables

This winter was
Hi res and lossless
an opaque ice
Sphere

I wanted to curdle
all of our old snow
flakes for dinner

I wanted arms with
Hair, hard noses

I cannot paint
the world with
A keyboard

Your technology
was twisted, nubs
of flaccid functions

I sent you a
Message and
You never
responded

It is like screaming.
no one speaks to
A screamer

the impossible pond

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Welcome to awesome city
why is it
My impulse
to do a
Little dance
Right now?

(All of the interesting

Things are in
the world)

We are tyrant
Agents
film flam
Fashion suck

I got you two orchids
One is blue one is red
I made them out of garbage
They are expensive

neuropathy

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Don’t fuck

with my
Hands

They are
My cocks

I need
Them

Since
when is
this Real
Spring?

I don’t
Give a fuck
about
Stupid City

Pay me real
Eggs and
Butter me
Up

candy machine
drug machine

When you
lose feeling
It is difficult
to find
It

Where did I
hide it?

In the cupboard
In the attic

I’m not
going to
let you
kill my hands

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These are the dirty ones
Here is the machine

Eat the grinding
Salt. Lick that
turn it new-
burn.

I forgot to
Rip my
heart
out
thank
You for
setting me
on fire so
Gently

I can’t build manhattan, baby
These bones aren’t good for
Nothing. You tie four twigs
on four limbs and call me
Lovely. I eat air like men.
I am dog, torrential.

mattachine

04/16/2013 at 10:22 pm · Filed under poems and tagged:

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Speak
softly

I don’t want
anyone

to
Die

ever.
We are
having a

Conversation

we have
spoken once
an hour

Over the course
of a weekend

A fragment was
handled

I have said
numerous
Syllables

I have uttered
mischievous
Eyes

You said get
out but

I can
not

My hand
is numb

my
mouth
is minding

it’s own
Buisness

I left on a
plane

out
Of the country

but it
Exploded.

For immediate release

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Go fuck yourself
In a white
Room
Alone

the bad real

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He strained his back

while lifting
a box
of rain
coats

There’s a death certificate
in Florida

(Twelve cigarettes after work
Eighteen on the weekends)

Curse the darkness
instead of feeling
for the
Light switch

“don’t
argue with
the rain, honey”

Yes
I have
A bird in
my bag

but
You are not
supposed to

Know that.

Nail in the Coffin

03/09/2013 at 5:56 pm · Filed under poems and tagged:

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Were you
surprised to
hear the news

that you are
Dead?

Eaten alive
by your
Tongue?

Your jaw,
chewing your brain
And spitting it out
through your mouth?

A memorial service
will be held
when you are dirt
and I am
Salivating
to prepare.

the mind out of the event

08/23/2016 at 10:42 pm · Filed under poems

 

image

Where would it go?
Time collapsed and then
drawn

Out.

What I mean is, when you hate yourself
For 75% of your life-
because
“the world did”

Where would it go?

It comes back out.

world laws

08/18/2016 at 6:29 pm · Filed under poems

Jurassic park felt like a place
Other editions of the film felt 
like a dark wet room

Where did the place go?
The loss of the set.
The image- if it does not relate to the way the mind processes vision 

and space 
will be irresolute.

Mosquito commission
to clean up water deposits

ending the world
will smell horrible

all of the people
are just pictures
now

slideroom

07/23/2015 at 11:36 pm · Filed under poems

There is something very beautiful I cannot quite give you about space.

how simple-

being close to something is different than far

How view is all.

The picture has a permanent composition.

“Carnal intellectual aggression based in an unbridled and hysterically outdated form of “masculinity” with a desperate urge to network and escalate socially without any fear but even less tact.”
Which destination are you at?

It does develop a venom-

something inside that crackles and spits.
Blood is friends chosen and anger,

or a good bye kiss.
Something real is gone.

secret crush, anger and I saw you in the eye.

Or touch it, then I can’t kiss you on the cheek.
Don’t even look, or talk me down again.

I’ve been spending a lot of time sorting out my bones in my dick 

all year on the floor.

men talking

04/02/2015 at 11:20 am · Filed under poems

You guys exchange the rumor of the nuff

Pool ball fence post, or falling off the
Picnic table.  Men talking are the peak
And top of being adult, men talking in back
Yards, men clean with a whiff of water or dew.  I remember getting lost in between houses, running around backyards, and finding two men hiding in a backyard by a pool, with a 36 can box of beer.  If I tried to counterbalance my general sense of loss as a result of constant neglect I would be a poor fit as a replacement on that team.

ordinary

03/22/2014 at 9:54 pm · Filed under poems and tagged:

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The world does not amaze you
In and of itself. The product is too
distracting, expensive- obviously
Pink and bored in the backseat.
I am not “Your Personal Caravan”- nor drama, cellphone, or meal- all of
Us were educated, ignorant and hungry, all of us wear shoes, attend beaches. Are you unprepared, perhaps, for the duration, it’s excessive and well acknowledged limitations? Dry martini, perfect lighting? Disgust me in a beautiful setting, a chunk of eyelashes in a nice cube, ravioli all over your chair.

Writing is illness, the brains erratic symptomatic pattern vomit- speech, think, process- but all of it comes from the spine, all of it comes from log cabins, violence, sex and newspaper. I lay here like an angry student, adult and neutered column of tissue. How dare you survive.

burrow

03/17/2014 at 11:10 pm · Filed under poems and tagged:

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Skin rolls like protons,
Take out your useful tools.

I am filled with a mild
Amount of overwhelming
and Compelling love, but

Why does my head keep
Hanging itself?

Tea, or the pink sponge
and floor castle sedate me.
I radio with you, hallucinate
Oil. Hung towels excuse the shattering, my arms are so
So sad today. Remember
everything?

Idiot head exists, can’t keep
it washed enough. neck speaks
Intentional thoughts which is
Disappointing to my mouth.
Get rid of the dreck, that news
Paper mania, sitting on the bed
shivering.

judith butler colon tuba

03/13/2014 at 10:11 pm · Filed under poems

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I do not want
to be a cowboy
But I want the gear.
that was horrible,
writing without a
Sense, and I won’t
Make a pop up for
the sake of it.

You and me Will
Talk, okay? I will
say unique and random,
Non-responsive, detailed and
Parallel pieces of conversation.
I swear, I will wear myself,
Not this sombrero, which
Makes me feel muscular enough
To find your head.