summer poem for the losers in your life

Drive Through Opera Derrive Fun Wild Weirdness of the darkest land, a figure eight of smoke in the sky, a mole on your arm, satisfy sanctify old friends flying the coop, wonders of persian midnight O relly factor factoid facts of life steam burn steam thoughts rough waves ove fighting fidelity insurance on the treadmill two for one juicy soup of soul taco four for a dollar hairties fashion forward nasty women with dirty pits and clamato souls. Pocks on your face, rocks in your socks, healthy hole in the heart, a four figure salary, salami flavor pants pockets of courage. fill in the plankton, eat a burger, fuck a clown. walk a mile, forget your family. talentless. root up and fly forward with the force of power rangers, powdered milk and selective services for me mom and dad. ambivalently flying in a clean cloud, frowning down on the world, dog of night, fire your enemies. make them eat crap and lap up the yogurt of your dreams. dodgy fucks at the supermarket can't bring you down.

Statement of Intention

volcanoland is
kids running away with a bandana on a stick
mice peeking through blinds
weird library movies from a childhood of deprivation
leggings and tights hand me downs from big girls
strange wood paneling, sounds absorbed by carpet and amber light
and screaming at your parents
and being alone
and making your friends your family
remembering childhood
the colors, the rules, the other kids
re- interpreting everything you have ever wanted
and having it
another summer in the sun
another bart simpson skateboard
spinning creeping spastic dancing like you have lost your marbles
when you're so lonesome you could howl like a wolf in the dark
not sure if anyone will rescue you
but chanting to the freak in the sky in the hopes that they will

FREAKY CREDIT CARD

plastic love ornery pulse, go just go dog me like soup like vitamin waters rising tide. can't help but collide with my second grade self, can't help but lose it when I hear the crazy bat lady's voice, shutting down, breaking apart, wanting wandering like freaks in the night. to have courage like white rope, to breathe the air and the sand, to participate, to fuck. chinese lanterns red in the hallway, sputtering mouth, you're gliding, reaching airwaves knocking hips into walls hard with a push. forever in carnivals, your tower girl, she sighs with a love song, a rude dream to drink. to love her is to love her is to love her. to think of her is unsatisfying. you want to breed her. to grab her hand and to run with her in the dark. to need. to cry in pain from the wanting, to reformulate, you can never know the palace that goes on inside her head, or the diamond mine of your heart flipping inside out for a stranger. palace of will and fortitude, fortunate girls and long hot summers. your hair has privelege and your mind is sharp and cutting, experience is dull why bother, dad can fix anything. groping for something real in the darkness, looking for sparks, for to enter beaches. for to have something.

pocket in the sky
a million miles of lint filling
doing donuts in heaven with elvis presley
a millionaire in my mind
thats what you get
when you die
whatever you want

I've laid this island sun a 1000 times
I'm on it
But I'm going strange
This island's chills and shell cover me
With winded rock
And skies I've got yet to see
I tried
I even sent in friends
They did it as a favor
Cause I'm not that way
I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the make-up on your eyes

I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah, we're movin
Yeah, we're movin
This island's sun I've laid 1000 times
Fortune me
Fortune me
Of all my mistakes
I think I lent you late

But I've never seen a scarlet
Or a riot or the violence of you

I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah, we're movin'

creamy bleeder in a black robe, monster kiss do the dirty deed.

Dream we had

took a long vacation. this was alien. white shutters swang like wings. flowers came up through the ground like erections in the night. the porch was glowing. the dish towels looked like shit. every dream told you a story about your brain. what kind of, what kind of person are you? It's like you see yourself in a photo and the eye tells you about yourself. and your mom tells you about yourself. and your doctor tells you there is a little hole in your heart, and cats sort of hiss at you in a silent way saying, "asshole". but the summer haunted you. the night was a deep tunnel. you found yourself deep into it without any memory of travelling. this is no surprise. you find yourself in the strangest of places, screened in southern parlors with the lace swathing the windows, cold old nights, outside, backbending over a car, surprised to find a hand shoving itself in the void. the night was a trail, a void, a trick, a secret shining cave. you never knew how beautiful it could be until you were in it, forgetting your way back out. you were always afraid of losing it. everything that happens in the night feels as though it has happened a thousand times before. in dreams, in stories. every distraction could cut your life off and start your birth in a new world. serious nighttime. to howl, to cry, to breed. to steal the world with a nighttime screech.

AUDREY