How do you remove the smell of poo off my skin? (The ass of fear)

How can you forget about fear after living in its house for so long?
    Under its weight for so long it feels like it is now your skin and
    the new skin stinks as it becomes the shade of gray that wears out 
    Afternoons. What can you know of fear after being in its house

For so  long that you can no longer engage with the day, only the fear?
    What if you just got up and walked outside of this place and did
    Not look back? Refusing to look back because if you do that
    You are fucking crazy.

How can you know fear and have emptied its trash cans for so long?
    Every morning you would sweep out its bathroom, living room,
    Florida room, bed room, reading room, guest room. How could
    you clean this house?  Wiping the tables. Wiping the glass.
                                      Wiping the windows. Wiping the toilets
                                      Wiping the shit from its ass.  The ass of fear


The ass of fear
The ass of fear
The ass of fear

it's//ok//ok//ok//

I am this ass of
Fear too.

how to work in a call-center

I am waiting for something to happen

The look on my face is blank because

This is a long process at this time. This

Could take years. I don’t mean to be this
Way. Damn, this sucks.

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me
Anymore, I love my position and I will try and do very go

Od in my position here within this building

Thanks for the face-time. I am psyched to
Go back to my computer screen.

//
So here I am waiting for something to happen,

Again.

“Hello, I am calling from inside of a building
have you considered going back to a building

To
Further
Your
Education?”

//
How this translates into a work day I cannot tell you

tele-vision-scream

dark hausis
sleepy bodies
television scre
ens

the gargen

I can hear the train
Underneath the sound
Of rainfall.

The players won’t
Work if it is raining.
No chance

Of them playing to
Day.

Poem For The BeBe Zeva Photo-Wall School

Two Dollar Cover (TOniight)

Sick purple shirt your face looks so
punk in this light are u going to speak
on the mic tonight?

I imagine, by your outfit, that your
poems will be spit with aplomb.
You are the shit son!

Remember this guy? What was your
name again? This guy is so awesome!
Are u spitting tonight?

Has the list filled up yet? Two dollar
cover my man. Welcome to the
community of poetry!

You owe me a drink because it is a
two dollar cover but it's cool because
you are going to buy me a drink?

This is my girlfriend she is an
awesome bed-maker and she
looks so effing hot broski. I love

Talib!

i wrote a poem for lizz straight's unborn child it's called: ∆ or save 10% or the baby or mother hood:

make elaborate shopping lists for you,
translate them (using babble fish) in
to mandarin and then translate them (ag
ain, using babble fish) into french whi
ch i then translate (using babble fish)
back into american english.

there is a porblem with our education system and it is affecting the young more than

suburbiana
teens do not
read ron silliman

SPORTS WRITING

They spent eight innings doing their best
to turn Opening Day euphoria into panic on
the Broad Street Subway. Baseball writing.

today's big thing

i decided, today, that anything worth doing is not worth doing ________________.

this was       on my decision ___ _______ _____________. i know that you     , i as well, do

not get the j--es about ___________ and language. however,_________, i still (     ) you with
all of the love a __________ can muster for a book of things. a book of things.

please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
exclusivity is a rabid fish/horse/bird
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me

london sightseeing

brushing off the lower part of his left sleeve the man steps off of a train. his hat blocks the glare of the unclouded Sun while he checks with his swatch. the time exactly.

smoothing down his tie, the man clears phlegm from his lungs and is ready. he is a man, with a chest that hurls itself towards the mighty sky above.

whenever possible wear a nice suit. the suit, makes the man. the man had learned this from his mother; mothers have such a way with their sons. don't be soft. use a firm handshake: if you place two fingers on the inner wrist (over the pulse) of the person you are shaking hands with they can not over power your hand.

each direction the man turns there is another person, another after man, another, enough that he must simply look through them, as if to be walking in a city of glass figures, remarkably delicate and with a brutal spirit inside.

ignore them he thinks, grateful he chose to wear thick socks.

poetical collaboration with the artist timm mettler who lives in brooklyn #1

Beautiful meatloaf

Curated Facebook Conversation #1 Je Sk, Christopher L. Costabile, featuring: Richard Nowhere

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey...
is this ambient
or experimental
or glitch?

cuz it could be coldwave
witchdancer weirdo-pop
I'd call it lunatic fringe Jesus rock
Jesis rawk





do you hate jesus?

only when your band doesn't rock him hard enough

do you need a witness?

i need a shepherd
i am a mother too

mother's milk duds?
healthy baby

we call her jesup roc
i call flim flam

thnx dood. love ur tapes too.
rape tapes

what's tht?
a command

to who?
a comanche
c'mon, che
ya






you ok?


i'm dead man


oh ok, i thought you were just being a dick


dicks don't hate jesus


i don't know what your insinuating with any of this, do you have a problem with me? did i upset you? do you not like me? does me trying to be your friend piss you off?


would you rather not talk to me? am i not good enough for you? are you smarter than me? is your virility tht much higher than mine? should i tell others?


does my music suck? does your music not suck? does music suck? should everyone read about john cage? would you want to tell them?


haha. i really can't tell if you're being serious or not. now i'm frightened. good job.

can i learn how to be better? does wanting to be better mean i am growing? if you are dead then how can you talk to me? oh, are you being philosophical. do you not believe in things? should i not believe in things?

is tht better for me? please let me know. i am waiting.

i really wanted to build a home together. with throw pillows and a four post bed/couch/futon. please.


if i wasn't high on pills and watching live at pompeii right now i'd go along with this blindly and willingly


but instead you'll have to make a home all by your homesome


I deleted you you motherfucker. FIND YOU'RE OWN GODDAMNED THROW PILLOWS!!!!!!!!!



and then he deleted me.
and then we made up.

a collaboration #3000001 ft: Nata Mari (Minim)

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            Nata Mari when you realize you are only talking to
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Tomorrow is nothing new
so for the sake of your
sanity stop thinking it
will be.

Imagine yourself all alone
in a city of millions but
do not think about this too
much.

However, if you happen to
find yourself without a cell
ular phone, freak the fuck
out over it.

They say there is nothing
new under the sun and so
did some other people so
they are right.

What if tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow were clearly
marked up? would you follow
this picture?

No.