Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,

I know a nutritionist who insisted

I chew on the Buddha's pussy

each day like a vitamin.


He was killed by a bareback truck.



Dear Reader,

Even the dust bunnies

are made of days and days.


Dear Reader,

This is a novel like a bright slug

around the marigolds.


The novel comes with a round box of salt.

Pouring is your job.


The funny way sunshine

still makes Lucifer feel when it gets


down in his skin.



Dear Reader,


The glimpses which are gauze

at motels mornings after

maybe you wander barefoot a field

or a cemetery behind there


mean nothing to me.



A lake.





Dear Reader,

Even the History Channel

is a form of soft mental surgery

in the background.



Dear Reader,

Have you guessed my secret yet?

That I am a total mental hospital with all the patients

moving slowly across a landscape?


Look at that boy licking his fingers

like Jeffrey Dahmer peanut butter.





Dear Reader,

My billing department is preparing for War

against clouds and parents.


Should be a fuckin trip.




Dear Reader,


I plagiarized this face of mine

No, it's this face I plagiarized



it's really november isn't it


Standing in a windblown cemetery

i saw a boy

getting blown up against the stones




Dear Reader,


about boyfriends


I get confused by all the plagiarism


You can pick up a plagiarism

like a seashell and hold it to your ear


it's just the same ass fucking the wrong person



Dear Reader,


and hear the dead person complaining

against you in a Court of Law


it's hilarious because they have no power


just like the Good Witch says

to the Whore Witch

during the trial


"Fuck You and the broom you rode in on"


"I'm fucking your man

and braiding your poodle's hair"








Dear Reader,


Names are funny things

if you believe in trust

the one who fucks you

and the one you fuck



the way those older centuries


believed in horses




Dear Reader,

I believe we may have

a slight Viking deficit here


The headlights, flowering weeds, nearby motels

liquor stores blaze dolefully


The dragonfly on the evening mail


just weird


saying you're welcome




Dear Reader,


Sometimes, I fear even you are plagiarized


You don't get a receipt for a pussy


Dad always said





Dear Reader,


The fingercup splays beautifully.


Ice cream tastes better in motels

the killer said


the remote control

the sensuous tongue


of the victim still alive


made to hold flowers for you

when you arrive



Dear Reader,

often he was beatifically spread

bareass licking peanut butter

on that cheap motel quilt


he was my brother an ocean of bother

mental as anything


sticky gnashing teeth


seriously you





Dear Reader,


shall we visit the Lucifer Museum together

and then a steakhouse


here are some lovely flowers

plague-begetters


acting as though they own the place


We will show them better




Dear Reader,

history's fleaskrieg

books which are fiction poetry


a wave in the bathroom


some people adhere to trees


rarely a few fragments possess them

It's nice



Dear Reader

gorgeous, insoluble

blood


less wide than an afternoon




Dear Reader,

pleasure escapes constantly

pick gorgeous at it like a scab


the still pissed silly things

are very usual


the palate peeling its wallpaper




Dear Reader,

i think i knew you once

in pennsylvania


waterborne


they warned me about that boy


by the demon apple trees


entire towns drunk


where you swam nights


shameless white-out of the moon




Dear Reader,


the younger ones know all about


the dog who owned the old motel

with peanut butter for a mouth


somebody shot him round halloween


thank god






Dear Reader,

many future serial killers

start out as EMS personnel


they forget that one

when they talk about torturing animals,

bedwetting and starting fires


they also love ambulances


woo woo

it's how they learn to talk to girls


or boys




Dear Reader,


the ambulance bled past in the night

i held you in a funny way


i played that game

where you like to be mummified


sugary as candy

tighter, you say


you sick bastard

give me your tongue


you got really pissed when i bit it


while you were mummified


and all you could do was let it bleed


and when you screamed obscenities


painted somebody else's bedsheet




stop being a little bitch




do you want some frooty cereal?



whatthefuck

did you do with the remote control



and my wedding ring




Dear Reader,


the books of erasures you love



i'll buy you some

some fisheries glow dark

this part of the state i think it's japan


at night anyway


we're just driving past

hold the dead guy's hand

so i can take a picture now, okay?





Dear Reader,

here eat this

big hot dog


i put dog butter on it just for you



Dear Reader,

you are default basketball pussy

but when i hold you tight

and cry you are my son




Dear Reader,

your friend Justin is just like a mind

the odd illnesses in 1830

fleas on the apples


that's how it always starts


you hid that fucking remote control on purpose


didn't you?






Dear Reader,


you said you partied with bruce labruce

effloresce, to us existence

possibly things emerge

i know there are fields of wild things


prison is honest at least


that's about all i can say for it


and bits of it's being

the dead pushing shopping carts that float


I miss the boys sometimes



Dear Reader,


I was so pissed at you

I dragged you by the elbow into a TARGET


and tried to rape you in the bathroom


i cried in the toy aisle

and tried to buy you some medieval toy shit

some German assholes made


we both kept saying how realistic that shit


there were winged dragons and knights too

"is this what germans do now...

instead of like killing jews or queers ?"


somebody looked at you too long


and you smashed a Hello Kitty lamp on the floor


which made me crack up


fucking queerbo TARGET


archer farms enema kit

and then you kept singing


"i'm just fourteen...

date-rape me please

while i eat peas"


to the boys wearing red shirts


which i thought was funny









Dear Reader,

October bipolar had funny eyes

some people I killed

are still on FACEBOOK


isn't that fucking funny?




Dear Reader,


nature, poetry and dream

it's all very american


lushes

and their workday cartoons


six people

if you're lucky


that's all you kill



Dear Reader,

yes I had a mother

shadows I dreamt last night

in prison


smaller bread


smaller breeders

my brothers


my smothers


behind the house


everything happens



Dear Reader,

That's me, ed

e-d

-ed





Dear Reader,

i don't like boys named justin

i'm just warning you up front


though i think you're fine


if you get in the car


is all i'm sayin




Dear Reader,


it's layers like an old dick

to that story you're trying to tell




Dear Reader,


just eat your motherfucking wendy's chili

inside the motherfucking wendy's


why do you think they put all that plate glass all around


it's so you shut up and eat


it's doing surgery in a Hyundai

that conversation you're trying to have with yourself


why i'm ignoring you


i don't give you pity

because pity's for a dog



Dear Reader,


look into my eyes and see if i'm really there


thanks


i like to touch your ribs


i like when you forgive them their shitty afterlives



Dear Reader,

"i got this disease in my navel"


he laughed


he said


"it's called birth"







Dear Reader

not in from ambisexuality yet. and a skin

that's a good boy

Wednesday, we earth heaven



Dear Reader,

makelicking

feathery biceps

dreams pleasantoverthenused


i want to kiss you like dirt


i want to make your dick


write my name in pear juice




Dear Reader,

Everybody drank prudent mortal

we had us some century

the sign there says



fucking pennsylvanian towns

apples coal editorial evil roots like and prisons

the only beautiful things round there



prisons ancient fucking castles


it's 6:17 a.m.

forever in that town



Dear Reader,

is it solid you were demonized

or are you just shittin me again?


i need to know so i know

which way to turn this car around



Dear Reader,

there are beautiful motels in the middle of nowhere

owned by indian families that sell their daughters

along with the curry rice


they have rabbits in cages

you can see through the backwindow of your room

but they aren't pets


haha didn't you know they eat them


look at that fucking tile

like it's 1934


oh calcutta


there are golden fields behind there


and a lake the police don't even care



deers with their eyes softer as yours


i alway did for boys like you


born lengthwise




Dear Reader,

better an outlaw

than an inlaw

i always said




Dear Reader,


i'm sorry i said that

about your brother's pussy


would you like to go to the museum

it's sunday


they have dinosaurs




Dear Reader,

come back earlier tonight okay

i'm scared of the stars in the sky

out here



white shows through the eye wrapped





Dear Reader,

i fucked him in the ass

through two episodes

King of the Hill


commercials and all


i think i imagined he was boomhauer

at one point


pug ugly


but he had a gumption


as they say down south










Dear Reader,

the object is pure

if demonized


i like your eyes a lot


too much

those trees might do


i gave up alcohol

then took up murder


you don't tell coffee heroin addicts anonymous that



what a little pussy

i know




Dear Reader,


divorced of course


tongue pearl, canoe, lengthwise butter


fucking


a boy's the same thing




Dear Reader,

you don't talk to lawyers

thought funny i remember

a young one wanted sucked off


i was seventeen then


such a nice import


i'm just trying

to survive the Dream is all



the lawyer said


the judge's name is Freddy Krueger

I think



Only Survive my song