Dreamgirl (tincture)

the bathroom at camp
ejecting Dreamgirl's leavings
never wake me up

Dreamgirl is now mom
her teardrops are not like rain
she runs from my dad

her footprints are gone
meaning she walked upriver
Dreamgirl is a trout

the bathroom at home
where I wash away Dreamgirl
what a fucked-up night

Quit dreaming about your mother! Pop music is your new career!

Silica

an earthquake off Indonesia
sent beautiful ocean waves
across my neice's drawing
what she thought was Santa's sleigh
was really a fishing boat
with three men inside (not presents)
and these men would return home
with fish that, through no fault of their own,
had switched places with the men's families

Try using club soda when swallowing your pills! You take pills!

Myrrh (extract from ritually mummified corpses)

spice-scented bandage
an outdoor wrestling contest
gauze is the real cause
Jesus cheats again
using oxidized myrrh oil
makes him slippery
the audience cheers
sunlight makes a shiny Son
basking in glory

Nurses used to make their own bandages! Lubricate!

Clove Oil

Spending the holidays with my brother's children
My heartbeat is audible and irregular
Struggling to push memories through valves
Long since closed by scar tissue
But as the flow increases
I am surprised at how much blood gets through

A touch of clove oil in your eye feels refreshing! Stupid!

Pine Sap

pine sap mixed with blood
between the trunk and his hand
another christmas

a drip of bloodsap
accusatory finger
carbon-slush bootprint

panicked gravities
yank my ornaments earthward
meteor fragments

Testor's model cement is inflammable. Flame on!

Darjeeling (a call to arms)

Old wars make drunk friend even angrier than usual
My support, though offered, will never be enough
He asked me to help and I told him that the wars will not stop
The fighting will continue
And brothers will take bullets for one another
And that these brothers die meaningful deaths
Which is so much more empty than passing unnoticed

Alcohol is making you stupid! Have some tea instead!

Walnut Oil

John Ritter never told me he had a son (child)
Just another piece of "missed information" (boy)
Whether an intentional lie or simply an oversight,
I have messaged (A)sner regarding the potential for a new era
The world had breathed a sigh of relief when Ritter escaped
A collective gasp can now be heard (sound)
A gasp that escapes from the throats (noise)
The throats that exist in the hosts
The hosts that brush close to the (R)itter spawn
John Ritter never told me much about his life (past)
But he should have mentioned the kid (son)

Visual Nutrients is contrived! How is your (n)eck, boy?

Ash pt. II

Yes, my friends
The records have been destroyed
That Japanese Clash bootleg from 1979?
The whole Malmquist collection?
Gone.
Those Birthday Party 12-inches?
Gone.
So breathe in some ash
Like all the residents of Palmer Canyon
Whose material possessions were decimated
In the firestorms
And yes,
I know that garage-water and mold
Lack the romance of FIRESTORMS
But romance or not
The results speak volumes
Destruction can be Hollywood sexy
Destruction can be lap-dance wet-spot
But it can also be a soft punch to the ribs
Just enough pain to remind you
That the older you get
The longer the bruises stay around

You are irresponsible! Nutrition avoids the negligent!

Rapeweed

The sun moves around
Morning brings a new vision
My sister is upset

Keep up the good work! Lemongrass soothes freaks!