flowers the eyes of leopards

blue blue blue

eyeballquip — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 11:28:00 +0000

this splattering of dread and
scraped crean bristling violets
that hold purchase on your tongue
like god’s own recipe for sugar blisters

basil, aerials, yellow grass on broken domes

early valentine’s

eyeballquip — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 01:51:55 +0000

in the crossed envelopes i keep dragons
with thick wet inky dragon tongues
drippedthick though black dropples
squirmy little ink worms
and oh how they bury burn carnivorously with bleeding
bodies into your bleeding body
and yes they are my love for you of course of course
i think about them wriggled up inside you
all inky wet wet dragon tonguelets

skintight wolfboy

eyeballquip — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 21:55:26 +0000

if that particular loving laughter were amphetamines
then we gulped them down handful after churning handful
until our stomachs empty into each other
a pocketful of change in your mouth
a peacock feather in my broken breastbone

eschatology

eyeballquip — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 19:47:55 +0000

keep a loaded rifle under your bed
as the beekeepers say and the beetakers and beeneeders

keep a box of rifles in a steel drum
under the alder tree
and keep those crackling bullets clean, child

musicnews

eyeballquip — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 01:33:36 +0000

and i a lean dance wolf
splayed out like guts in scuffed dress shoes
looking sad

you leave me no options

eyeballquip — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 05:06:35 +0000

but to unleash the mustard gas of love
on the hospitals and schools of your unhappiness

eyeballquip — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 23:20:41 +0000

i cracked your jelly laugh
upon my knee

it leaked everywhere
red and viscous and sweet

shit, i thought
i can’t wear these
to meet the president

so i took them off
and negotiated the peace accord
in comfort and style

eyeballquip — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 03:28:56 +0000

loops are hard to scuttle
but i’ll hold your hand and it’s cool fingers
up to my snares and nooses
to the long lights
the butter lights

i am rum and you are
more rum but not quite so bitter
so pungent
so long in the tongue
so quick to jump over and through each
other’s orchid garden avalanche
and chin dripping child of wonder

for the rocks

eyeballquip — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 05:45:39 +0000

one two three ochre bearing
harvest cats mewl melodiously
all your secrets to me
but i am too busy taking apart this eiffel tower
to understand their exotic accents

i leave them sardines and opium
they leave me little boxes
full of honey

very little

eyeballquip — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:46:03 +0000

slush out of the high held floodlamps
helicopters cabled fast to your pinky finger
kept there with
very
little
tension