Pyroclasticataclysm

You Make the world Seem to spin as Fast as the world Does And My arteries palpitate like the strobe of a quasar For The molecular structure is compromised by how our days are While The warmth from you permeates the life that consumes me For As many bodies of matter that have crashed into one another This Union can be none other than Holy This is no Jupiter It's all around Saturn We can adopt Pluto Here on Earth Look into the night sky Search for me Colonize

Cliché Roses are red Violets are blue Flowers are cliché And they die… but bitches just eat that shit up They love it… It works every fucking time Seriously, without flowers, I don't know what the fuck I'd do

Suicide pedestrians playing chicken with cognitive dissonance Requisitioning a new pair of blues for the long dead walking Piddle peddling through congested subway stations Stare tuned in to the true romance Misappropriation of fun hard won now running to the sound Of anyone talking Serrated frozen flowers for an hour that might dance Still they turn their hallelujahs from ya Kicking the offering plates away like Pele About to blow How could ear bud guy and decrepit pulp novel queen know? How could three kids playing try to keep your balance as it slows by running know? How could too damn many carry on bags for a subway car much l

Poetry: a concrete wall hurtling towards the earth at a speed twice that allowed by gravity                                                        you                                                        are                                                        here-                       by excused from watching your step

The rhythm trips you up against The music of shattering glass Tinkling down the dark alley Trying your very last nerve Scream! Fiberglass sex Obsessive convulsions from megaphone extroverts Taken aback brace by Receptacles vomiting beer bottle break dancing And you're stuck to the floor Anti-freeze pooling beneath bent Fender amplifiers Giving feed Back to the community Scream! For you're stuck to the floor The rhythm section amputates itself with a broken guitar string The horn section becomes a cult classic that sacrifices in effigy religious cymbals The beat box queen tracking in evidence from dancing with the vagrant tink

Put me down For a fin-ski I have no more To give Please hold me Under water A harsh wind blows Bubbles

Literary Qualifications An Autobiographical Paleontologist Greatest find to date: Shitinathesaurus

Motion to Extend Her face; a furnace without compassion Her erect nipples test the durability of high gloss polyester Three hours solid hissing in revolutions The board room table is showing signs of taking to root In a moment I will plant her upon it I will tear her open like Christmas morning We will see how this perspiration soaked necktie feels around her throat Is it water on a grease fire? Is it reins on a hand grenade? What it is, is a sunrise It's the rising tide It's a blood pressure spike By a weathervane during a hurricane It's a law suit And I haven't lost a case yet

Missing The air is just dust mites Feeding on the smallest parts of what remains Skin I scratched when you asked What you expelled when I blessed you It's reproducing like bunnies for company One made off with half of my left foot yesterday It's just having a hard time dealing with you being Death by burning at the stake Silent films At least one sock from the dryer Plot in pornography Innocence Flavor in fast food Half of my left foot We'll all just sit here and let the air Deal with what you've discarded © Adam Wise 2007