WORDS BEOMCE THREATS POETRY SERIES VOLUME TWO: THE TASTE OF FINE DISEASE

Boiler room, agonizing the architect, I am the
Last ditch attempt the
Broken ankle slip-up the
Hypnotic thrill the
Gas chamber pill the
Only chance in a lifetime to take a picture with jesus in
Polaroid convenience and clarity
Twenty-five if you want it signed.
Georges Bataille has a cleft palate

Density saturation compression dead-bird arrangements stiff feathers that become new geographical grid locations and another spirit gets agitated in his bottle when I yank at the cork, and when we burned the burial mound, we found bones for generations, signal flashers advertisements jackbooted dopplegangers I have an appointment with the Hallucinating Trio, going over the checklist—stapler accidents, industrial equipment accidents, freaks at birth, aquarium display:



Hank Williams performed a lobotomy
upon an unruly chimp in the lab, he drilled the skull and picked at the tissue until he was satisfied that he had eradicated the problem. Hank had named her Lulu, after his mother. She was his favorite test subject in his lab. He stroked her fur as she awakened from the anesthetic; groggy, when she look at him with an unfoced gaze he knew he had went too far. Now Lulu was a vegetable. She would never know how he felt about her. He knew he was a fool for risking it all like this, but he knew he had to follow his heart, and at the same time keep his secret, the one that could ruin his career as a famous country and western singer, one whose frequent boozing had led him off the stage more and more, into the safe nesting place of his lab that he ran with assistance from the federal government. All he needed was a typed report sent to some office in Nevada and the funds were electronically deposited into his account.

In her weakened state, Lulu gestured for her message board by the bedside. Hank handed it to her, put the pen in her hand. She printed meticulously for a monkey:

“MENGELE”--

Hank knew she needed to rest. He hooked up to her monitor machine and left the room. The machinery wrote all the reports, he thought to himself. I can do whatever I want, and the machines do the work. Thinks for a moment about getting Lulu a get-well card, but realizes how that would look to the others. Must not attract attention. BUY IT TODAY

dead bird arrangements

I. Bringing a brighter light a shining star that impaled the kids made them eat shit and drown in filth those fuckers never cared I’ll carry the light back to the cave a shatter in the foreground kiss a dream and a face can a mystery between their skin and muscle I’ll peel it back like an orange I’ll feast on the remains I’ll have a seizure for every starving infant I’ll make you remember every memory and cherish the agony. so far beneath the surface torture IV. Take this needle and bring it to life under your is sacred and torture can ruin the fantasy so chase it on your own and memorize every detail and blot away the blood and forget about the people who are looking for you cause you owe them money and focus on the now and fuck your body up just a little bit more now and make your destruction your own and never let another claim to control you cause you’re doing fine on your own now push the pain inside farther than you ever have before and let yourself know that you're the responsible one the one in charge the one that matters even though there’s two of you there’s really only one. III. Falling asleep only to realize that it’s snowing and there’s someone laying on the floor and you reach out to kick them awake and the face just stares back up at you and falling asleep you recognize them and you want to reach out and press the life back into stiff limbs but it’s all just meat now and sinew never comes back to life so you fall asleep to realize that it’s all your fault and no one cries for them or anyone else so you vow to preserve their memory even though you were the one that brought the memory to an end. II. Jesus christ the burning eyes I can smell puke somewhere near jesus watched the cars crash the bodies burning he smelled their screams and never told the police I felt like a betrayal the fire trucks sliding over the icy streets jesus made love to the accident scene the corpus unclean habitual dream jesus made love to the streets he opened his soul his mother cried when he made the cadillac’s brakes freeze up and it spiraled like flesh it’s a part of you now and a smile smeared across his face and mary had awful dreams and then somone saw him standing there watching and they asked him jesus why do you make love to all this death? a fire thru the sky and over pavement and when we burned the burial mound,

Molested Housepets, Catatonic Housewives

It wishes there were blindspots through out every individual henry was a shit henry said stay rational said every dull dumps dissection one scientists blade my last henry said my lucifer filter terrified worst of all wet stiff sheets and concrete burns and chainsmoking psychopath wanderers henry sends his regards love your dead fucking child

Irregular Genital Slide Show

falling asleep you recognize them the corpus unclean habitual dream jesus made love to the streets and you want to reach out and press the life back into stiff limbs but it’s all just meat now mystery between their skin and accident scene and sinew never comes back to life so you fall asleep to realize the sky and over pavement the police I felt like a betrayal...