Adrene Vive (an Ortho Molecular product)

funeral pudding was your thing for a while
before you got caught up with that neo-vaudeville crew
now you sing and dance for any lichen or scarab beetle
is funeral pudding what I meant to say?

Haiku Funeral Pudding
emulsified air
equal and even pressure
like breathing pudding

so we miss you around here
well, not so much miss you and more like hate you
when you left us we suffocated
maybe that neo-vaudeville thing was just a front

Don't drink bottled water. Lichens will never help you.

Avitaminosis (Coppy Coppy Pinchy)

you seemed nervous
too nervous to be headlining a festival
who is your handler?
are you properly handled?
if I handled you
there would be reviews
using words like "groundbreaking"
but others are handling you
and they disrespect your breasts
and they disrespect your femininity
but I must be as guilty as your handlers
because I claim to know what's best for your breasts
and what's best for your femininity
so I stand here, guilty as charged
but dear lord, just play your music

A tit is a bird! A milky fucking sex bird!

Variola Major

We joined the Wound Boy ashram
To chant the battle cry
We raised our voice for Wound Boy
Lord please don't let him die
Wound Boy is a natural boy
Born of love
Born of joy
We chanted in the evening
To save the Wound Boy's life
If he had just been strong enough
He wouldn't have broken out with plum-sized pustules that were firm and non-weeping
And spiked a high fever and scabbed over
With those scabs falling off
Like little brown potato crisps
Infecting thousands
That would, in turn, infect thousands
Wound Boy is a single boy
Without a wife
What woman would marry
The unwitting destroyer of humankind?
Not any woman with a strong sex drive
And a deep respect for virology

Meditate at least once a year. Use Barbecue Flavor Pringles® as a Eucharist alternative!

Ethanol (transfused twins mix)

Transfused Twins Cooperative initiates
like a frat or a soror
between eight people
they were 1132 lbs.
the particular batch of sauce
overwhelmed their combined weights
causing two to convulse
and lose respiratory control
their epigloti in spasm
but the bond amongst the survivors solidified
the parents would sue the college
the survivors blaming youth
the Devil chuckling about another win
and bed control in Heaven making room
for some fresh new recruits
the survivors having the awful job
of finishing out their lives

Drink yourself to death! Heaven's got open beds!

Borage Oil (remembering the good times)

We justified the expense like champs

Another three hundred a month was doable

And hell, we watched the news

Our Pendleton custom gun safe

Was built-in to attract minimal attention

You wouldn't know it from a closet!

The humidity controls meant fewer oilings

And the LED illumination system meant "no dark corners"

And hell, we could see through the government lies

I found you motionless at the base of its door

Two-inch thick stainless steel with custom beveled edges

To reduce vacuum-lock and enhance the clearly superior craftsmanship

Use a broken wineglass to accentuate your proposals. A results-driven argument provides tangible outcomes!

Byokuro Leaf

You brought dried human dandies
To Ceremony Club
The protective buffer worked for a short time
But then you belonged to us again

We had you wear the Alec Baldwin mask
At Ceremony Club
You, like Alec, could really work a crowd
Then we killed you with sharpened sticks

We stood over the gore that was once you
And decided to start a new club
You seemed to agree
By the simple act of drying into human dandies

Try shutting off a little more every day. Repeat until done!

Vitamin A(sshole)

the machine is gone
now you want to talk turkey
may be too late, babe

the vacuum goes here
the needle beneath the wing
draining will be quick

I can't help but feel
that none of these birds will fly
their insides so dry

rather than take air
we can duck beneath them, babe
illusions of flight

so we lie in bed
the comforter above us
dried birds topping it

this is day, and night
desiccation preempted
freeze dried thanksgivings

When the machine is gone, we are empty. We are birds, babe.

Pike Oil

When I think about the trajectories of our lives

I remember our past selves planning our combined futures

And though we are not together, neither emotionally nor geographically

I feel it has worked out exactly as we planned

Because we will die apart

Having constructed new stories with our current partners

So that they will bear the brunt of our individual downfalls

Thus suffering from decades-long bonds now broken

Bonds inevitability garnered through hard-fought trust and caring

All of which our past selves have no stake in

The heavy lifting having been done by others

Our future selves never having been in on the joke

Draw a circle and write your name in the center. Yup. You're a narcissist.