Kajsalena

Please Provide Pyro Pleasure

I’m sorry- I didn’t pick up because I didn’t want to,
and half the appreciation of tea is hot water.
 
I’m sorry I told you
optimal the half full glass!
If only if not containing
babies blood.
 
It’s like
the kid walking by with the sick roll of paper and
not being able to read the chinese newspapers
lying truthful on the N
 
It’s
cars  killing your delicate practicality calculations
head off, foot down, steep step shore bound, drumbreathing, passby
 a woman laughing triangle nervous
(Like Becky)
this one’s sick on her cigarettes which hiss “keep on sing sinking”
 
It’s like
the shamrock GG bridge car repair sign
and the
lion feeding factory.
 
it’s how
we couldn’t find the tiger in the Bronx
or
sex
in the dark in
the bath in the
drunk he was-
 
the recycling warriors messy, worrying,
the N stoic warriors say:
sweetie shut it stay standing (estranged strangers)
 
(saliva and wronged literature, eons worn, microns, gone)
 
victorians tattooed on their footprints,
 lovely -
moons accidental scum stagger
toxic on stale starlight, the edge of the continent.
 
It’s like tribal japan mourns epitome of skysad-
The salad days were vinegar and rubbing alcohol
 
scared- (I saw so much) I sing:
I’m sorry I never called again-
like the soldiers bleed honey and all I want is a corkscrew
lalalala
la la la
 
it’s like
form outlining what kind of person you want to live with
followed by the
form of your hoodhead-
smells like teen spirit,
smells like wet salt smoke
 
And I’m sorry I never write-
never send, never left,
 
and the salad days were rubbing alcohol
and screw the way birds flail flap fucked forward
round these parts
screw the way you use a nailgun.
 
If you can’t duct it,
fuck it she said to me like
water bottles meant self sufficiency,
like redwoods leak efficiency
like wars are won weekly, Che smiled sleekly, raw cheeky,
like it’s gonna be ok too easy.
 
And we’ll full scale hard hit your small press
like it’s an ocean to menstrual bleed-
minstral admonished, a
seaship to sink- Singing:
 
my oh my I saw a car,
I saw so much, I saw so far.
Mine oh mine, it’s how you are
we shit and shot it,
slit and slew it
have sowed it sober, reaped and sewn and sunk it
 
Last night I saw so close.
like your mouth was singing stillness, spliced frames in your filters-
Like a Bacardi messiah bruised my broken
brackened blessed brakes badly broken
 
And some warriors laugh nervous-
leak quarters for nieces, wound easy.
 
Easy, how
brine bitches beg indifferent-
At the edge of the continent
slut sold sea shells and sex appeal-
found
curled on the beach like the bus was never coming-
(ptsd mermaids can’t sing too sweetly)
mommy pacific curse me better.
 
At the edge of the continent
(with me they came with me
with their
bleary bras and smoke stack lips,
paranoia lovely
lovely gutted, easy.
 
easy like-
sand digs feet back, like
Sally chose silly- like
all those shells held heart like cells, like
clams count in binary,
crap cramps science style,
he shark smiles radar, promises-
 
Last night I was like you-
right when my eyes left I
saw a saw I saw so far-
 
The soldiers bled honey
so give me ten dollars
we’ll sit here we’ll slit things
we’ll steal the whole safeway
My son will eat moonbeams
my daughter spit stormclouds
 
yet- my dreams can’t conceive-
not children or spaceships
nor extra dimensions
My ears burn like the
forrest falls gossiping-
 
shit man-
it was over before we were
born under burned bridges.
 
I’ll weave you a samba
if you want to stand there,
I’ll bruise you unbroken, we’ll start a religion
Together, pray (maybe)
hallelujah smoke and cruelty
ha ha hemorage
heal me quickly
hand me the tireiron, we’ll
swing into clarity.