Day 8 (How to cure writer's block)

Take simple fingers eager nail and pierce tender abdominal flesh peel back inch by precious inch ‘til you reach proper intestinal exposure blow with pursed lips tender wisps of air to dry the surface of your small intestine hone your ear to listen to the sound of heart’s beating palpate fragile organs to determine the best location to slide gentle curved metal attach long thin strand of woven cotton and pull out  symbolic representations of thoughts and feelings comb through the pile dab at bile with a thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheet meanwhile consider proper aesthetic alignment stack sort and coordinate the most appealing arrangement don’t forget to color coordinate plus the importance of size and shape effects the mental state of the first impression for the on looking mass of critics and those wishful want-to-be or not to be just keep focus of minds gentle artistic eye if needed wear your prescribed lenses take note of simple curvature direction and lines make sure not to malign the viewer with a miss-communicated idea.

Wipe the round drops of perspiration from forehead give a simple sigh back to work give another tug to drag a little more onto the rug if it doesn’t hurt you’re not pulling hard enough finger through the mound to find perfect organ take in hand survey the outer edges and take note of any decay and oscillation gently pull toward doubtful smile and open with ivory incisor.  Take a deep breath to slow heaving chest lay heart murmur to rest.  Use a terry cloth to stop the bleeding before we can proceed now just a few simple steps no jest or jocular emotion this is a skin dive into the Jungian ocean of our collective unconscious knowing the sharks will circle with each drip of life’s liquid but I digress and time is of the essence offer up split organ to the wondering eye of Poseidon while Oden’s raven circles on high let the vision blur in your eye while the human experience drips dry all on your newest supply of 60 pound parchment.

Day 7 (Theoretical Abortion)

Hand me a coat hanger I can’t stand the thought of this idea being born scrape clean mental cavity before it bares fruit of knowledge and licks soft face with forked tongue it’s the torment of the mental patient wrongfully accused and still facing the zap and tingle of electric currents eager drive by love affair with nerve endings tantalized by the quiver and quake of muscle fibers tension holding tissue the pillar of our conceptual strength herculean aluminum can crushing monstrosity of mythical proportion and the pending doomed but survived aborted fetus of our foolish desires  bogs and mires spurt forth bureaucratic safety fascinated administrations nursing the lame duck to a stagnant station quick fast lets debate and relate to the human condition with our minced words and overuse of fate destiny freedom patriotic invocation love thy nation and forget the past cause it could be the iconoclast bitch slap for this me first generation

Hold on a second just one minute I’m concentrating H-a-pp- fuck it I forgot the rest best take a few minutes to discern the purpose of this teachable moment so we can better ourselves and learn from the mistakes of some god awful something or another my train of thought left the platform about an hour ago but there’s snow out and it’s moving kind of slow expect delays and derailments I was put here for long walks and short tangents my fear based mentality has me running around raggedly looking for something to search out and never find I think in a bit I will search out my mind so possessive and progressive who wouldn’t want to fuck me? Is that suggestive or just blatant wasn’t this political just one second ago…

What are you looking at? Do I look fat? Is grey the best color to express my malcontent? Questions ring quiet bells of this life long avoidance of hell send me to the fire I want to be well done when I finally reach God’s lashing tongue but to be fair I think I’ve been there and her name was Susan or maybe it was Jane fuck I cant remember but what’s in a name anyway except for letters?

Day 6 (Lustful expressions painted romantic)

I wrote you a love song to portray throng and thrash rash brash decisions come first and never last but here was the problem long lost looks in your solemn faceless blank expression you wore matching earrings the pinnacle of societal pressure so unassuming all I could think was to undress ya appreciate the flower blooming of our fast gone last hour break and you told me that you loved me once and I said the same it was so much fun as tears did stream down distant phone cord rungs.

Leaking words like molasses given passes by our bleached white skin let the idea soak in and saturate our thin veiled walls of indeterminate measure behind our dreams and drunken pleasure there is no strong bond so stifle screams to stay together it’s for the better.

Hard press the soft flesh this death dance is for two and I forgot my shoes but room spins just the same with our left foot lame slide waltz continue on fast flash no pause for concern or a lesson learned our endless silhouette flaunts with light change death step close then peel back the lust for the right to complain in our heel toe kneel down refrain.

Must define must digest must control and must digress this funny feeling sinking in my heaving chest move swift my wispy friend the feeling of need rises again but its over we ended just a friend just a friend push to brink and end this pull back run hide but the feelings deride good intentions and contempt boils in to passion.

Lines blur blood stirs biological reactions soon occur eyes tare through memories thick wall of a lifetimes transgressions opening up to fickle obsessions no answers or questions only swift wrist flick undressing fevered caressing the pin prick of your finger tips in my jello molded spine the strange hum and whine of our bodies intertwined selfish desires lust driven blindness swallowed by the mires of our emptiness this empty nest is only will soon be  a bed for snakes to rest as we become the embarrassed and confused biologically roused and humbled mass of human mistakes and indifference need a million hammers to rebuild the fence to our happy home and all we have mortar and we’re on different sides.

Day 5 (Bob Dylan Cover)

Play a song for me with quick wrist flits and coppers jingle jangle follow me through hallowed halls with pretentions gleeful becks and calls crystal light tentacle jingle jangle and entangle play a song for me you her and him just impart the page number of the hym-nal raise voice on high deny reasons skilled unblinking eye succumb to Apollo’s tongue and Aphrodite’s thigh jingle jangle copper clacks dry play a song for me and the sophisticated Serendipity’s flighty deaf ear cry for help.

Play a song for me calm my leg quiver quake nervous train of thought wreck eye to neck fixation harboring the esteemed sinking fleet of my hopeful and youthful intentions I digress deviate and switch back to a new last laugh to begin the fast track slow go of green garden hoe but the jingle jangle cliché’ tango through ill gotten unresponsive streets of sullen faces the culture hounds gnaw on tender bellies bathed in slick ill gotten snake oil.

Breathe deep jingle jangle beat out a song for me through shoe padded feet til’ feeble bones clang and snap dust settles and heart lines fall flat.

Day 4 (Pagan Christmas music)

Rum pa pum pum a rum pa pum pum slow silver hammer smacks stretched leather pace maker hark harrowed angels sing drowning voices of the weak minded and shallow footed Rum pa pum pum beat the dissent on its way down thrusting mallet of life’s adrenaline boost dance fleet footed cock of the roost sway quick fast pendulum set motion in time eyes quake to rhythms command swift footed Achilles lost in the wake of tail feather shake beat break arm sway and motion it’s the still water ocean of hope desire lustful fires Rum pa pum pum sweet smell nauseates wispy nostril flare heave air grasp and pull reaching for the heal of Icarus.

Finger bent plucking curvature of once tender spine heave push pull twang sound rang down ears deep canal channel Oedipus and his complex matron relationship set sail to the low wail of summers lost banshee fast fall of thin heal on cobble stone walkways to paper thin hallways.

Rum pa pum pum a swing and a thrust the must compels a swelling foot forward hip swing dip to pum pa rum.

Day 3 (Long walks and short tangents)

Set pace to new intention re-circumvent the wheels churning burning screech halt sidewalk salt desired result.  Half hearted and full fault the strange tilt to the summers wilted rose conundrum of the humdrum beats and bangs pots and pans to this service bland is the beige grand stand and long suffering heat flash mad dash.  And did you believe in the slow matter churning we perceive the fastidious religious rose tint to our foregone conclusions. Delusions of grandeur the narcissistic dance to our solipsistic grave hole in the ground consumer driven and profound lifestyle changes of the rich fast living famous who we admire look up to their long down faces but place this hand over fist and slit red ribbon wrist drip drip drip on satin sheets or oak bed braces stuck fast to new places heal toe heal toe paces.

And where were you when the Babylon fell to the ashen cloud covered crowd of godless heathens nibbling on the flesh of societies still beating blackened coal heart.  Chew fast chew hard gristle and lard soaked gums teeth gnashed prime oral cutlery.