FRITZ (94)
IN FANTASTIC POSES
The Well‑Tailored Pseudo of Cashmere Blame 94
Kvatch!
Blame your lover if he knew
Blame analogies for things kept secret
Blame authority
Blame lies
Blame me, for all the good it does.
There’s as much blame as there is
Virus
Life without life
Death
From pseudo‑life
Pseudo‑love
Pseudo‑blame
Pseudo‑suits of armor
With cashmere cloaks and ribbed edges
FROG GONE (94)
HORMONALLY
HAD‑BEEN
Dragon (the line) 91
A real reptile
Or an ethereal tuna?
“Sweater Weather” 92
Swatted my fly
FROGMORE (94)
The wounded membrane of the sky 91
Cockroaches digging in
Biosphere studies
World turns
Something burns
MORE FROGMORE
What’s two‑thirds of a pun? 94
FROGPOND (94)
TADPOLES OF TRUTH
More haiku 91
Bursting the boredom
Of reading
Slip knot unthreads 92
But does not slip
From the wave‑swept wharf
EVERY LINE MAKES A CIRCLE
OUTSIDE OF GEOMETRY,
SO THE STRAIGHT
AND NARROW,
THE RIGHT PATH
IS A PRETTY LIE,
A SELF‑FULFILLING GHOUL,
TRUTH CONCURRED
Home soon 91
You harness your hatred
In bald critiques
The wash woman 92
Folding, unfolding
Laundered bills
Tape crinkles, strewn 93
Hand to hi‑fi
Rips favorite tune
THIS JOURNEY GOES ON
Moment sharp 93
Keenly perceived with
Nothing realized
1 94
Then her
Mallard
Dyke
Uses that bread as stuffing
To stuff them
And dresses their legs
In paper‑lace doilies
2 94
Flat‑Earth society
Sees one sailboat
In a regatta
Drop off the edge,
Ignores
The fleet
That is swallowed
By clouds
FROM HERE (92)
Head in hands 92
Whose head?
Whose hands?
Doesn’t matter
Does it?
SEARCHING OUT
FRONTIERS (94)
THE
FUGUE (94)
COMPOSERS HUM
Heavy legs 94
The cold warble
The isinglass tide
Of dulled parents
Caught willing
Not quite conceptual
Prisoners slicing me
In shadows
Of arms and window parents
And all longing and
And in my and
The at waves of and
ARE
FURRY CHICKLETS (93)
People are the candy 92
Sold in city buildings
In those words 93
I hear that droning voice
That “This is poetry” voice
That “this has religious sanctity”
Voice
Hypnotizing
Without
Hip‑
Mo‑
tizing
(and no floated titty to exercise the tongue and lips
and mouth, to boot!)
IN
FUTURIFIC (94)
G.W. (94)
CARIES
GAIA (94)
Harmless? 94
Unnatural humans ‑‑
Again a center of another circle?
(Dissenter of co‑anything)
Worshipping rodents?
Stumble‑stream, bramble‑flesh
Swim‑burrow, stream‑meadow
Harmless forgiveness?
GAIN (94)
GAIRM (94)
GLOM
GALACTIC (91)
GALAXY (91)
OF STELLAR MOLECULES
GALAXY (93)
A primrose sepulcher 92
Shot ‑‑ 93
Swarming Scold
LIKE
GALILEO (91)
GALLEY SAIL (92)
CONCOURSE EXPERIMENTS
A MONSTROUS MUFFIN
WITH TOO MUCH YEAST
ENTRANCED
Walk the stream bed 92
On bouncing Spring legs
The flood‑exposed roots
THE GAMUT (93)
Born North, living South 93
My shit is of the North
(Don’t like hot peppers)
Metaphor mal‑fixation
Polygamists of that type
Don’t waste the fertile top‑soil
Have a plethora of unbarren
Land for the planting of seeds
GAND HABBA, NALANDA (91)
GARGOYLE (91)
GROWING OUT OF YOUR FOREHEAD
GARM LU (91)
Gas 91
Wheezes
Armpit poops
And raspberries
GAVEA BROWN (94)
Old connections 92
Named monuments
Pictures of fountain
Crowds in pissy water
GAY MEN, GAY VERSE (93)
HAPPY VERSE?
RE‑VERSE?
TRIPPING
What pain you like ‑‑ 92
What pleasure is to you ‑‑
Stinging truth about sensation
GAZELLE (94)
GENERATION (92)
GENERATOR (94)
?Lacitnedi…? 94
GEORGETOWN (94)
GEORGIA (94)
Death’s a next‑door 94
Gingko
GEORGIA (94)
Physics has nothing to do 94
With me jumping out of my skin
Nor why ‑‑
Physics is concerned with physics
GEORGIA (94)
Nutrilla and Hydrilla (re:Lake Conroe) 91
I’m local and crude. Who am I? 93
Black passion 94
Jungle fever?
Pet a dark animal
To find out where it eats?
GEPPO (94)
GETTYSBURG (94)
What is bad? 94
What is badly?
What is badly written
If this is not?
This is the panting oxen
Of blue cheer
Tullied and sullied
And caught by the balls
CONNECTED
GHOSTTOWN (94)
TO GHOST.
Roses against a log cabin wall 94
Roses anywhere
Roses and fragrance
In Montana, too.
GIANTS PLAY (94)
OR
Someone plays 94
Tennis in the folds
Of my brain, cleats
Sticking sometimes
Drawing blood, ball
Bouncing across
The corpus colossum
STAY NEAR
GINGER HILL (94)
SUGAR HILL
CANDY MOUNTAIN
“HONEY, I’M HOME
LOLLYPOP LADEN”
Gigilo gentleman 92
Gets his hands
On a monkey’s mind
Pops it open and probes
With flea‑searching fingers
For hemorrhoids and any changes
He can find with which to toy.
Neither monkey nor minister
Should ever forget that some
Folks think of monkey brain
As a consummate delicacy.
They wait drooling with their
Machetes.
I lost my grammar text 93
GIORNO, DIAL A POEM (94)
GLB (94)
GLOBAL TAPESTRY (94)
PHONE LINES
EVERYWHERE
PHONERS
PHONEES
I say we’re more like waves 93
That pull away the beach
And keep coming back for more
I say we’re more like wind
Which winds its way
Anywhere it wishes
I say we’re more flexible
And, even though the dreams
I had didn’t turn out the way
I’d imagined, my father was right,
“You can be whatever you want to be
It’s all a matter of what you’re willing
To give up”
Curved walls 94
In wasted space
GODINE (94)
Letting oranges sit crinkling 92
For history’s dry pot‑pourri
I’ve got to say something about asking for what you want 94
in a way that people can understand
GOING DOWN SWINGING (94)
Isn’t that what swingers do? 92
Fuck any considerations of anything poetic, 94
Throw in Tina and What’s Love Got to Do With It?
GOING GAGA (92)
Over ambiguity? 92
I’ll never get over ambiguity
Or underpants
OVER
GOLDEN ISIS (94)
ICE CREAM
Ascribing greatness ‑‑ 92
Like gifts ‑‑ to the moon
With a crack in the middle
Starving circle 94
Shares me
With its disconnected innards
or
Starving
Circle
Shares me
With its
Disconnected
Innards
GOLDEN (94)
GOLF (91)
MANIAC
GETS A
GOOD (94)
GOOSE (94)
Must photos of sunsets and relatives 91
And pictures painted with colored
Words and the names of certain
Fauna or flora enter every poem?
Have we so tightly defined what is
And is not the beauty of existence?
Is it Tiger Lily time
Or the grey goose down?
Piss poetry 92
Effluence
Yellow journal‑ism
Life is a thousand minuscule mind‑altering 94
Amazements every fucking day!
IN A
GOPHERWOOD (93)
Would a gopher, 92
If a gopher could
Hide its home
In a gopherwood?
One of my dumps is my dinner 93
One of my dumps is for reading maps
One of my dumps is for trash the city won’t take
One of my dumps is for pleasure
Another is to avoid standing, remembering
what I look like in the mirror.
GOSPEL, PENTECOSTAL, HI‑CALL (94)
GOTTA WRITE (94)
Wotta day 94
Ain’t it
I is
1992<>1993<>1994 94/93/92 and 91
1991
churchyard
cathedral
forest
woodland
fairy
unicorn
swallows
warblers
quiet
silence
hidden
presence
GRAFFITI OFF THE ASYLUM WALLS (94)
Oh, get off your dead ass, formaldehyde breath! 94
GRAHAM (94)
Speckles in frigid nose hairs 92
Winter dusk and warm porch lights
Glowing on the same old crozier
St. Martin left behind
GRAIN (94)
ALCOHOL
Children…. 94
Hollows…..
Wandering….
Shadows…..
Black…..
Mud…..
Snake…..
Necklace…..
And a puppy’s tongue 91
Doesn’t taste like dog or shit?
And a cat’s tongue
Doesn’t taste like canned cat food
Grainy to the same touch you revel in?
GRAND STREET (94)
GRAND UNION (92)
Ambidextrous Epiphany? 92
Is that like lighting
A cigarette with either hand?
GRASSLANDS (94)
Always the myth of genetic studdom! 92
CAN’T get away from stereotypes!
(Cerwin‑Vega, Pioneer, Crown, Nacamitchi, Sansui)
Is the shuffle a dance 91
Or thorazine induced?
If I thought I would
Get old, you know,
I’d …….
I don’t know what I’d do.
The prince thinks the maggot’s gift is courage 93
And now, years before, to precall dry dirt,
the skinny, solid, darkness that stuck,
that separated around she and me(I?)
Evenings (She and I evenings?) old times, over‑ripe,
sinking to the whore, neither being the last Eve,
found or lost not to forget, to spit bitter bile, sperm
Out of the hard void
GRAVEN IMAGES (94)
Making graven images of themselves? 94
BACK TO GOLF
GRAYWOLF (94)
FAIRWAY
GREAT ELM UPRIVER (92)
Upriver 92
Float on sandpaper,
Naked
1991 91 and 92
1992
drifting
floated
streams/rivers
stream
reverie
euphorically
home
bent me back
GREAT LAKES (94)
OIL AND DRECK
The communion of soldiers 91
The sameness across sides
The respect
The blood and flesh flashes
Contrived configurations
Of hatred during war
Transposed/TRANSLATED into little wars in Latin 92
Slap the shit out of that boy. 93
Tie him up if you have to.
Take away that damnable glue
He sniffs then talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk the other
Glue, talk love until he listens
Or loses his faith in release
The soft edge of acid 94
The warm glow of delusion
BEFORE CLUB NINE DRIVING THE
GREAT PLAINS (93)
To be a poet 92
Don’t be impressed
By lifeless lines
Cacophony 93
Is God’s way
Of waking up the worried
OVER A
GREAT RIVER (94)
TO THE SEA
THE
GREEN FUSE (94)
My best friend keeps saying 93
She doesn’t want to live
But means she wants to be spoiled
Funny how the smog makes 91
Such beautiful sunsets
What the fuck does a Yucca look like? 92
The air is full of bird‑shit 94
GREEN MOUNTAINS (94)
GREEN WORLD (94)
ACTIVISTS WANT
Bio‑faith 94
Is like
Christian‑Science‑dissonance
The reindeer can live without 91
Your faith in them
But not if you kill them ‑‑
If you kill them all ‑‑ Simple isn’t it?
A
GREEN ZERO (92)
Wasn’t the pause 92
Williams’ poetic cause?
How can you call it
“William Carlos Williams”
When you
Don’t
Put pauses
Where they
Don’t
Normally belong?
This is the sound of my trigger.
GREENFIELD (93)
GREENHOUSE (94)
GREEN’S (94)
GOTTA GO INSIDE TO PLAY
Ah? Sin alizarin 94
“Up your ass” 92
Was the next line
CLOVER MARKET
More like a roar against silence 91
And a whisper replied, “I don’t love you”
GREENSBORO (94)
RAISES TAXES ON CONCEPTS
Make me look up a lot of words 91
Help me find new wonder at language
Not my cats mating 92
They rape and are raped
No poetry here for me
I, too, miss the dead, sometimes 93
He tries to widen her certainties 94
……. We comply
Our deaths are less than cums
Or cures for sale ‑‑ this salty sulking ‑‑
The soul (misunderstanding all of that)
Frantic pleasures to wither
Without the withering
For nothing that lives
GREYHAVEN (93)
TAXES, TEXAS TAXES, WASTE TAXES
My piss is a poem 93
GRIT (91)
YOUR TEETH TAX
PAY FOR PHONE TAPS
Phone translations 91
Grainy photos
Lonely homesick traveler
Lost, with some numbers and half‑tones
BUT NO DIAL TONE SING‑SONG
AND NO
GROUNDSWELL (91)
OUT OF THE FAMILY
GROVE (94)
GRUE (94)
Babylon! 91
A poem so tame
For that old name?
Making a hero 94
Of heroin
For his hunkered‑down
Heroine
GIVING NO
GUERNICA (94)
GUIDELINES (91)
Sometimes underwater, 91
Plato’s cave echoes
With loose theorems
And skipped steps
Escaping from the cave
Even night is light
Opening into air
As you adjust your vision
Getting out of there
TO THE
GUILD FULL CIRCLE (94)
Wind winds 94
Its way away
W ‑ withers but stays
I ‑ incenses but stands firm and straight
N ‑ is naughty and nice
D ‑ ducks poetry
GULF COAST (94)
GULF STREAM (94)
WEATHER TONES
Minutes shuffling 92
Or days falling from calendars
Are a movie’s way of saying
That that fallen time
Didn’t matter: didn’t matter?
Didn’t matter. How now
Brown cow?
HIT A HURRICANE
GUT PUNCH (94)
AT
GUYASUTA (94)
(Written in 1990) 93
Fuck you, Diana!
The homeless women I have met
Would discuss philosophy
Would improvise poetry
That floated upon cold air
Like the warm mist of life ‑‑
Cake and crass burblings
Of ignorance were never
A shelter to hide themselves in
They lived the true warrior life
In the renaissance or re‑nay‑saying
And human carelessness
Just use a Tampax 94
And drop your toil
TAKING THE TOWN LIKE A
GYPSY VERGIN’ (94)
Do you really seek pain? 92
Real pain?
Really????
Tease this! 94
HATE
HAIGHT (94)
You embrace your nightmares 92
Write and talk about them
To hide deeper fears
About worlds you didn’t save
HAIKU ALIVE (92)
One line alone? 92
HAIKU CANADA (92)
HAIKU HEADLINES (94)
Haiku has more tao than 92
Other, even similar, form
Separate from the words inside?
Random words 94
Random, random
99 luftballoons
And Red Rover falling
Into the quagmire of a question ‑‑
Does the pause (do the paws?)
Of dot, dot, dot, (…) count as a syllable?
HAIKU GEPPO (93)
HAIKU (92)
Are you certain 91
Frogs lose their
Way in the rain?
Into the music 92
After the concert
The whistler
HALF TONES (94)
Brown ants on sidewalk chocolate 92
Melted fudge stick and
Arachnid babies squiggling out of a squished
Spider in daylight dazzle
Mail art 94
To strangers!!!!!!!!!
COULDN’T HELP
THEY NEED, THEY NEEDED
HAMMERS (93)
At the speed of light your father is infinite mass 92
According to Einstein’s rules.
Inertia is not subjective and not dependent upon
Stalling motion, even yours.
Gravity sucks and puffs out its own grief.
Father’s rules were better to listen to.
My poem welds me to the slag 93
HAMPDEN (93)
Hex is for the powerless 93
No!, less ….
No, not even that
HANDMADE (91)
HANDSHAKE (92)
TOGETHERNESS
HANGING LOOSE (94)
ROOFTOPS TREMBLED
In the middle of a word 92
In the muddle of a word
In the meddle of absurd
modal
constructs
THE
HANGMAN (94)
CAME TO DO HIS BEST
Money is only an idea 92
All these words 94
All these unnecessary words
About wishing for great poetry
(And all I really want to say is that I love you
and have you believe it)
HANSON’S (94)
CARPENTER
HAND
Pearl‑handled revolver turns 93
I now write 91
A perfect line
A perfect line
Gloss‑(t)‑ 94
Nost
Lost
MADE A
HAPPY LAMB (92)
IN A
HARBOUR (92)
HARCOURT (94)
AFTER A
HARD ROW (94)
Weren’t no ain’t 92
If’n ain’t you is
So, you exercise and write. I’m glad you have the time.93
The old guys knew you had 92
To work until the work was done
And only some looked
Beyond the horizon
No one told them 94
That July Seventh
Would not be a Tuesday ‑‑
No!
No one told them
That the fairy
Had a tail ‑‑
No!
No one told them
That no one told them
TOOK ALL
HARDWARE TECHNOPHILIA (92)
TURNED TO TECHNOPHOBIA
What’s the connection 92
Or difference between
“Soul” and “mind”?
FROM THE
HARPER (92)
HARPING IN A ROW
A BIG ROW, FISTS FLYING
They let go of their mother 92
Before she was dead
Lost her when the doctor
Said, “Two years left”
FOR TECHNOCRACY,
GAVE
HARP‑STRINGS (94)
TO SOME
News reporting creeps into minstrel’s song 93
Remember this, you fuck! 92
You didn’t marry me to suck.
Half of your cock is mine!
That part, I take care of just fine.
Dowser 94
Drowsy
Water‑witch words
(Which way did she go?)
(The hollow way?)
HARTLAND (94)
ARTICHOKE
Artichoke 92
I never saw a rainstorm of children
Or an art
Choke
At the throttle of fad
HARVARD (94)
HATBOX (92)
WAITED FOR
Doppler’s effect 92
Is often affectation
Blue trailing red
You still could be dead
HAUNTED SUN (92)
So, wash the walls with moonlight 92
HAUNTS (94)
WHILE ON VACATION IN
HAWAII PACIFIC (94)
WEATHER
Sewing poetry like mis‑matched socks 93
I leave buttons off
I wear away the bottoms of long pants
Until they fit
“Fuck You!” (Jim Morrison) 94
The notes float
The note floats
The word pictures
Picture words
HAWAII (94)
WAS THEN HIT
Etc. 91
Of words for the sound
Of a floating whip, etc.
Before the stinging
Making cancer, like an oyster making pearls 94
Trying to be playboy pictures 92
Without paying models
LOST
HAYDEN’S FERRY (94)
I see her bend to smell 92
Crinkled nose
A clipped Rain Lily
IN THE
HEADWATERS (92)
OF THE
HEART (92)
IS THE
HEART ATTACK (94)
Poetry pictures 94
Because they censor t.v.
IN THE
‘Snuff 94
Snuff poetry
HEARTLAND (91)
Queen bee 91
Lies about the honey
PAID FOR IN
HEAVEN BONE (94)
SIMPLICITY,
A BONER
NOT CELESTIAL
An eyezigmadmos 94
Has fingers not like chimpanzee’s fingers
Has a philosophy not unlike Catholicism
And is not far away
Even if you can’t know any of that
Spiraling anchor cord 91
No anchor shape nor weight
At one end, no attachment
To the other, floating yellow
Nylon in a grey‑green sea
Weighing wood lifted 92
By the total of inefficient
Actions sounds like what
Congress does ‑‑ if you
Lift a log twice, it equals
Two logs and the woodpile
That was burned last year
Is still counted, too!
HELICON (94)
Were sipping dandelion wine, 92
Talked, got drunk, I watched the time,
Fucked her and left, remembering.
Silence would have filled the space 94
The music came from
HELIKON (94)
HELLAS (94)
Wounded by Winter 94
HELTER SKELTER HETERODOX IMPASSIONED SCREAM ALLIANCE SCREAMSHEETS
HELTER SKELTER (92)
BILL ME LATER
Helter Skelter 92
‘Cus
Kindness and charity
Have been redefined
By the I.R.S. and violence.
We struggle with softness
We wish to feel again,
Fight against guilt,
Handguns at our sides
Your dreams stuck to you 91
No matter how tattered ‑‑
Tails on a box kite
HEMISPHERES (92)
COLLAPSED
You’re not half done yet, hamburger, 91
Don’t make me eat you raw
The last thing a restaurant ever was 92
Was a food factory
The last thing marriage was
Was silence.
HEN’S TEETH (94)
PECKING THE CRUMBS
Dirt holds your life together 92
Like the muddy fenders on my
Old Pontiac
WHEN THE WHOLE HOUSE FELL ON
HERBOOKS (92)
Secret sex is a thrill 91
If you like dishonesty
Picture poetry paints
Pretty lies of sunset sex
Sometimes, soothes
Cat and dog love analogies 92
Are wrong
Because cats are not bitches
FILLED WITH
HERESIES (94)
Licking words like loins 92
Pushing nose closed
Developing a brussels sprouts taste
For the bitter side of the finger
In a trash can not
The Culinart
HERSPECTIVES (94)
LET THE HOUSE ROT AWAY
Shock warriors shaking 94
With pyromania
and Phlegm
HEYECK (92)
Holistic health ‑‑ 92
Holding on
With no insurance
HIBISCUS (91)
SMELLS CRATERED
The ice is chaste 91
Floated upon
By cutting skates
IN
HIGH PLAINS (94)
THE AIR’S THIN AND CRACKING.
WE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO
HIGH PLAINS (94)
An exchange of allusions 94
In tattered photographs
Of old friends
YESTERDAY
HIGH‑COO (94)
SOPRANO
PIGEON
Pigeon 93
Poetry
Pecking
The pavement
(do they coo or only poo?)
My reason 92
Is rejected
By a deceived daughter
Sucking milk from someone
Else’s mother
Syllables 94
4 more of them
4 more of them
Would call it by another
Name if it were 5 of them
HIGHLIGHTS (94)
SHADOW
NEGATIVE SPACE
THE
HILLTOP (94)
IS A GONE
Voyager, not into space 92
But a merry‑go‑round ride
Leading nowhere
The Pioneer hope of spreading wide 94
HIPPO (92)
Rhino 91
Gross misconceptions
Of tusk poaching
Poets
Cloning a penny 92
To be rich
And have cents
HIPPOPOTAMUS OUTPOSTS (94)
LOOK LIKE ARMY TENTS
The city at night 92
Hides the hazy pace
Of a prisoner released
HIRAM (94)
Fat People 92
Floating like ballerinas,
On tiptoes, toward friendship
Aware 94
The senses are five
At least
HIS GARDEN (94)
In France, 94
You demand
An answer, in English,
Say “There are no Frenchmen”
When they just look at you.
From a French brothel
You stomp away
When she refuses
Your demand to
“Show your tits in English”
HOB NOB (94)
War analogies 92
Wasted in times of war
About daffodils growing
Where napalm burned
Fence post 94
Settles in
To the fertile
Black suction
Of gumbo soil
SLUMMING TO SEE A REAL
HOBO JUNGLE (92)
For widows ‑‑ 92
I will kiss
The walls of their
Disappointment
With yellow paint and
A pleasant yellow smile
HOBO STEW (94)
HOLD THAT PICKLE EXTRA CHEESE (94)
NO
HOLIDAY (94)
FOR YEARS
HOLLINS (94)
HIRE HIM!
Me, too, Ecktar 92
Algerian men tell me 91
All western women
Are whores paying with fantasy
For painted, private
Thoughts;
You think that’s romantic
And want to marry one?
Net‑ 93
Working
Is for fisheries
Who’s a Hecht? 94
Oh, what the Hecht? ‑‑
That’s okay,
Any memoriam of yours
Is a memoriam of mine
HOLMGANGERS (94)
GANGBANGERS GOING WILD,
WITHOUT SUFFIXES
Icy hole cut 91
For frozen fish
HOLT (94)
HOME PLANET (94)
RETURNING
Clothespin freedom 94
The wind pulls and pushes
The trapped clothing of bodies
That are sailing over the ocean
On Sunfish I can barely see,
Bobbing against the horizon
HONEST (94)
HONEYBROOK (93)
HOPEWELL (94)
PROMISES THAT THE CHILDREN WILL SOON PLAY
HOPSCOTCH (94)
I miss my grandparents 94
HOOSIER (91)
HAYSEED ON THE WAY
Dreams 91
Dust to dust
Days
HORSES WEST (93)
AND ALL THE BEST BLANKETS
HOUGHTON (91)
HOUSE OF MOONLIGHT (94)
IS ALL HE HAS BUT
HOUSEWIFE (94)
SAYS THE HOUSE CAN BE REBUILT
In pregnant respite 92
She flows familial
Spitting out words
About selfishness
About the bitter taste
Our baby finds ‑‑
Antacid frustration
And no Mozart
Now, “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout” 94
HOW(EVER) (91)
THE
HOWLING DOG (94)
MUST GO
Paying for Rebocks 91
Rather than a good school
Book
I ran into Jack Klugman 92
In the Grand Union in Norwalk
He wasn’t messy at all
Bought the same food as I
Your husband made such a fuss about your diary 94
And you, of course, sent it to me
HOWLING MANTRA (92)
Bunk! 92
If a cycle
Is to cycle
Wheels must turn
HRAFNOH (94)
RUFF, RUFF
Seeing God in everything 92
Gives the Devil cause
HUBBUB (94)
ENSUES
HUDSON (94)
SUES
HUDSON VALLEY ECHOES (94)
GRIEF
River 93
Runs
Refuse
I grow green, deprived of midnight 94
Milky skin with rainbow wings.
The trucks scream cranberry, bounce
Pebbles backwards. Neon blurs my sodium‑
Yellow lenses. The wind pushes us
Like a drunkard. Leaves, paper, plastic slaps
Against our faces. A twenty dollar bill
Gets stuck to your shoes.
Money was never the problem.
HUMAN (94)
HUMMINGBIRD (91)
Living like there is no outer space 91
Hovering around a land‑fill flowerpot
Hummingbird gone
HUMOR (92)
INFECTS US WITH GOOD GERMS
Houston has a law which says 92
You can’t ask how much heroine costs
HUNTED (94)
These lines did not need to be written ‑‑ 94
Actors and birds slamming against an invisible wall
THE
HURRICANE (94)
TOOK ITS TOLL
The bough of boyhood 91
Bent under the high top
The guilty discipline
Of the puppy that went wild
For its entire life thereafter
Murder 92
Planned
Karma
Cracked
HUTTON (93)
Punk 93
BUILDING A ROAD FOR A
HYACINTH BROWN BAG PSYCHOTRAIN (94)
Poet 94
Visualizes
Visions
Visualizing
Poet
ICE COLD (94)
Happy, nappy 94
Unarrested
Dresses
That incite
Desperate freedom
Stabs from
Baggy‑panted
Conformists
ICON (94)
VERSUS
What’s in a name? 93
Bartleby bounces
Pinkerton colors the guard shack
Margaret could smoke a cigarette
And make more of a difference
Plankton‑faced gods? 94
ICONOCLAST (94)
IHCUT (94)
Up 92
The light
Public
Streets
Of my history
nah‑‑
Up the light
Public streets
Of my hosiery
Odorless 93
Blind
Deaf
Feelingless
Tasteless
People
Nooo!! 94
Mmmmhh!
Hhaaaaaa!
Hhooooo!
ILLINOIS (94)
ILLINOIS (94)
Same old Sunday morning 94
Latex in satin sheets
Cages of squealing cockatiels
Teal high‑cut gown, cut and ripped
Until it was low‑cut and then lost
And tomorrow will be another same old
Monday, going shopping for formal wear
ILLUMINATIONS (94)
Age Pop 94
For an
Aging pop
Culture
Tripping under well‑traveled 91
Bridge, the car lights confuse
The eye, the shadowy sleeping bags
Grunt under my feet
Metal click of a gun
Warm breath mist “What do you want?”
“I was getting in touch with nature
And fell over you.” “Not under this
Bridge, you’re not. We’re full.”
PHOTOGRAPHIC
IMAGES (91)
TO DULL
Innocence was ignorance???????????? 91
IMAGINATION (92)
The old home place 92
Is a real disgrace
Moonbeams or no
IMAGO (94)
Pus 94
Under a pretty
Protuberance
UNDER AN
IMPLOSION IMPETUS (94)
Glorify weakness to feel fresh? 94
I wasn’t brash enough 92
To hand‑cuff your slender arms,
Blindfold you, whisper waste words,
Even when you begged to be
Like a fluffed goose‑down pillow
To give comfort to my head
IMPROVIZAZZATION NATION (94)
INDEPENDENT (91)
Pins don’t capture it ‑‑ 91
Chaos is not a butterfly
TRUCKERS LEFT FOR
INDIA CURRENTS (94)
INDIANA (94)
INDIGO (94)
Poetry 94
I got lost in the translation
CONVOY NO LONGER AN
INFINITY (94)
OF ANYWHERE
My sister has a family album 93
Great grit 94
Echoes of swollen
Footsteps
INKSHED (94)
Grandma was a Santa Claus to the mind 92
Sang lullabies to babies
As gifts
Hssssssssssss 94
Hear it?
BLOODSTONE (91)
BLOODSHED (91)
INKSTONE (94)
Cicada 92
Crazy legs
Chirping
Into my tortured brain
Frustration
Even the shotgun
Won’t silence
Cicada
Incipience
BLUE RED YELLOW
BLUE RED GREEN
INKY BLUE (94)
SEE‑THROUGH
Stain my brain 93
Marijuana
Blue my
Cords
Stiffen my long
Penis‑like fingers
Into immobility
And then add alcohol
To poison me
Daisy , hazy, dazy, lazy days 94
Of slumber
And a fountain of humid
Tumid room‑temperature
Terror
INLET (92)
LET IN
INNISFREE (94)
What was it about the flowers being clothed? 94
Yeah, 92
I can’t tell
You what these
Lines are really about
Talking
Like an insurance adjuster
Asking questions
After an incident
INSECTS PUFF N STUFF (94)
The equator 93
Ate her
Canned ants 94
Dipped in chocolate
Canned aunts
Served with sour cream
Fanned “Can’t”s
Brighten flames of alien
Edibles
Tighten my gullet
Around a chirping
Swallow
Systems succumb
To the hauntings
Of hunger
GAINING
INSIGHT (93)
AT THE SIGHT OF
Gianconna 92
Smiling
Mona Lisa’s smile
INSOMNIA (94)
Someone said it’s genius to think up one new idea 94
Someone else said the same about asking the right questions
I say it’s genius to be unaffected when you wish to be
Or is that the one that’s normalcy?
MAKING
You go round 94
In triangles,
Bear‑cub,
Slapped back and forth
Between food for thought
And thievery
INTEGRITY (91)
GRITTY
Pansies in Winter 91
Beauty’s still extant
INTERIM (94)
Stroke the oar of metaphor 94
INTERNATIONAL BLACK (94)
Life’s not your boulder 92
If you’ve no shoe with which to stub
Your toe against a rock that doesn’t hurt
INTERNATIONAL OLYMPIC (93)
INTERNATIONAL POETRY (94)
Sink o’ duh my oh! 94
Sank o da mayo
Please do not tax me
In a foreign tongue
Translation needs a poet
Not a cunning linguist
Not a slap‑face family man
To run me
Down
By percentages
To divide
To conquer
INTERNATIONAL (94)
INTERNATIONAL (94)
The thigh of the dancer tender 92
Smooth to my touch, a smile for a while
But no table dances
Not girl for girl
Just youth remembered
In tactile desperation
Her body is ripe 93
But I don’t pick her
INTERSTATE (94)
Beauty 92
Motivates
What?
What else?
What else
Motivates?
Beauty
Does what else?
Baking before her loss‑toothed smile, 91
Best molasses cookies and fudge
Until we all got fat
And Grandma was retired
To her rocking chair
And later her bed
And now the recipes
Are lost.
We would create “beauty” 93
In a box
A dark box
A cold dark box
A closed dark box ‑‑
If it were all we had,
We would create beauty in a box
INTERTEXT (94)
All the goods are mean 94
Anyone who likes Rilke 92
Can’t be all wrong
Preoccupied with lightning thighs
And swollen kisses
Preparing for a little death
That is not a sneeze
INTRO (94)
To immigrant 91
Elitism
I say, “Unpile
Your cartons
They’re wet on the bottom”
INVERTED (94)
Age 92
Inverted
Is agelessness
Betrayed by clear vision 91
But not enough information
You beat hollow trees
With rhythmic messages
Heplophobes 94
Try to outlaw
My feminine mystique
INVERTED OSTRICH (93)
ALLOWANCES
Grandma turned toward her favorite tune 93
IO (92)
HAS AN
IOTA (94)
THAT BITES
Haiku is 92
Making me
Silly
Eat 93
This
Ant
Dipped
In chocolate
Vienna eunuch 94
Altered
Intercession
From some crunchy balls
Clanging in perfect pitch
Chewed, after frying
In perfect rhythm
With Gregorian chants
And Gothic screams
IN
IOWA (94)
THE TRUCKERS
GATHER IN PACKS
THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM
FEAR
LESS
IOWA (93)
IS SAFE (OR SOMETHING) FOR SOME
IOWA WOMAN. (94)
All that talk about the only pleasure 92
Left right here
Left right now analyzed
Left right where it was
Left, you’ll never get home
Right
Left, you’ll never get home
If you’re left
Right or leave me left
Right now
During the war
I want Peace too
But I have to go
On my left right
Please stay home where you’re left
Right here, and wait for me
TELL ME
Whose 94
Fetus
Mends
Memory?
IRIS, (93)
My grandma didn’t love another 91
Stayed true to Grandpa until she died
Gave us his memory like and orgasm
Made us see him
His heart exploding
Love
Icky‑dickie 93
DO YOU
IRON (94)
TIES
BORED, OVER THE IRONING BOARD?
Gnat’s good because flies make maggots? 92
What happens when gnats get some?
ISRAEL (94)
IS REAL
ISSUE ONE (92)
Yes, I recognize 92
The soft touch of your slipstream
As we waft past each other
THE FETAL TISSUE ISSUE, ALONG WITH
ALL
ISSUES (94)
TWISTED
ITALIAN (94)
PRETZEL PONTIFICATIONS WITH
Pizza is great American food 94
Spaghetti comes from China
China comes from Wedgewood
Wedge wood works better if metal
Heavy metal is radioactive music
Musical cacophony ‑‑ but still ‑‑
Art is NOT ambiguity (still in the box)
ONE
ITALICA (94)
AN
IT’S A MAD FLYBREEDER (93)
“perverse citrus” 92
JACARANDA (93)
JACKSON’S ARM
ALICE JAMES (91)
GETS CLOSE TO
The photographer 91
Remains removed
From the scene,
Distant
While her subjects
Are dying for her
Haughty aspirations
Truth is obscured
By the dry lens
Without light haloes
At the crash sight
JAPAN (94)
To cure me he pulled out 92
And swollen pride subsided
JAZZI (91)
JEOPARDY (94)
WHEN THE TYPEWRITER TAKES OVER
JEWISH (94)
JEWISH (94)
JOE’S SOAP (94)
Night is a buffet 93
Shock the monkey 91
Train 92
Foul wince
Daunting stitches
Follow exactly
Lank, 94
For a second,
I thought I had spoken
For the third time
With an inch between my legs
Indelibly wounded
Abstract expressionism
No! No! No!
WASHING
JOHNS (94)
JOURNAL (94)
DISALLOWING
THINGS MY OLD BOYFRIEND SAYS AT WORK LIKE,
HOW ABOUT A LITTLE INSPIRATION FOR THE CONVERSATION
A LITTLE FINANCE FOR THE ROMANCE
A LITTLE GREENERY FOR THE SCENERY
A LITTLE CASH FOR THE FLASH
A LITTLE DOUGH FOR THE SHOW
A LITTLE TIPPING FOR THE STRIPPING
Coals live when we 91
Need them to stoke the fire
I cancel my subscription 94
Is this what poetry is supposed to be?
EXCERPTS FROM A
JOURNAL (94)
NOW A CLEAN
JOURNAL (94)
THE PROBLEM WITH BIG PRESS
OPERATIONS IS THAT THE WHOLE MACHINE
QUIVERS IF ONE GROUP OF WRENCHES GETS MAD
AT A COG,
AT ONE PIECE OF OBSERVATION,
ONE MONKEY’S WAVE
Don’t lie to us 91
She pushed her finger
Into something else
Would God love a stripper? 92
Carrots are the cock 94
I swallow, James Joyce carrots.
WAVE AWAY MY
JUVENILE
JOURNAL (93)
AND ANALYZE THE
JOURNAL OF POETRY THERAPY (94)
Of the house I must say 93
I let the termites,
Cockroaches, ants
Mice, rats and robbers
Carry it all away
House symbols 94
More cracks
To lick with love’s
Psychodrama
Painted with spittle
Sinking into the soft foundation
Of mortality
The center sagging
In a wide gaping smile
JOURNAL (94)
Tangled genes (JAMA) 91
Are not the only truth
Surgical Haiku 92
Cut out foliage
Find a leaf
Fungus fever
The virus 94
To inspire us
JOURNEYMAN (94)
JOURNEYS (94)
Wipe you achtung ass/ papa’s got to come 94
THROUGH ROETHKE TO
JAMES JOYCE (92)
Ineluctable 92
Persistence
Of halucination
Until serotonine
Is repaired and made stereo
JUDI K’TUVIM (94)
You told me that prophets said 92
That the end will come
When Zion lives for twenty‑five years
Without war, create you own hell
On earth, make war on
A regular schedule,
Every time I say “I love you”
Imagine 94
The way M
We see by the light of unfound electrons
Mimes (94)
Don’t do objects
And only imagined windows
OR
JULIAN (94)
AND
JUNIPER (93)
LINES
JUST ABOUT HORSES (93)
JUST BETWEEN US (91)
You tortured me 91
With “I love you, stay
But for now get away”
K (92)
OKAY?
KAIMANA (94)
Howlee heritage 92
Hewn
Houses
Have hampered
Hawaii?
You nibble the central vein 94
Of vanity
KAIROS (93)
CHOMP CHOMP
CHOMPSKY
CHOMP SKY
CHOMSKY
KALDRON (92)
KALEIDOSCOPE (94)
COLLISION
COLLUSION
Luminous after lactation, 92
We cycle recycled
Knowledge
On the ledge
Of extinction
World War Two hero 91
Drives his old green car
When the children leave school
Screams maniacal
Hurls insults at them
Through closed windows
That sappy pine 93
Is pining for a comb
Editor rewrites 94
Three‑year‑old’s poetry
Recognized for recognizing
Similitude
IN THE STREAM
KALLIOPE (94)
I heard the steam music 92
From the bankrupt resort
Haunting the lake with
Whist and melody
For one last time
To turn us around
Cinderella, shoes 94
In hand, ready to trade
KANGAROOS (94)
Random thoughts 92
On a really lazy Sunday
Lick my oil painting?
MEET A
KANSAS (94)
KID
ON GLASS
SPLINTERS
She died on a couch you could see? 92
Were you watching a movie?
Or could you have helped her?
KAPOK (92)
KARAMU (94)
Green tongue ‑‑ 92
Ought to see a doctor 93
Nothing satisfies
The line
Searching for a period
Death 94
Is not a freak show
Oh well, to the living,
Death’s whatever one wishes
KATUAH (93)
Constellations 91
To remind us how far we have to go
What happened in 1837? 92
KATYDID (94)
KAU KAU (92)
As a perpetual foreigner, 92
The idiom of stifled freedom
Escapes me.
KAWABATA SEPIA (94)
KAWA BUNGA MAGENTA
KELSEY (94)
Had to get Limas 93
Between someone’s knees
I’m underpaid 94
Under wear
Poetry to capture
Smells
And dribbles
So street clothes
Can stay clean
or
I’m underpaid
Under wear ‑‑ poetry to capture
Smells and dribbles
So street clothes can stay clean
KENNEBEC (94)
Lobsters still claw 92
Bluff backwards
Under rocks
Before they are red,
Embarrassed on ice,
Under glass
KENNESAW (94)
Farming words ‑‑ 94
Can’t seem to break
The weed cycle
KENTUCKY (93)
This is not 93
A form‑
Ula
KENYON (94)
Winter, Winter, Winter 91
You are so insulted
But I understand ‑‑
You purify the bulbous land
KEY WEST (92)
Keeping alligators 92
Out
Of our living rooms
We poison the pond
KEYSTROKES (94)
MIX IN THE BLENDER
ALL BECOME ONE PLACE, WHERE
Free‑lancer 94
Is a doctor
Who doesn’t charge to break boils
KINGFISHER (93)
PECKS TAR
Sniffing my spore 93
Stripers are full of foul 91
Contagion
No longer the rainbow fish of the harbours
KINGS (93)
Cattle 93
Compared
To trees
KIOSK (94)
Read 94
Between
The lines
Unions 91
Make work
A dirty word
AT A
KITCHEN TABLE (94)
WHERE BELLIGERENT BELLICOSE
BIG‑BELLIED BAUBLE‑BUYERS
BREAKFAST BIG.
Set the night before 92
The plates remain
Where my grandparents
Used to breakfast
KNOPF (94)
KOLA (92)
You can go home again 92
It’s just not the same
As you remember it or wish it to be
Because you left it
KORONE (91)
Soul Sister Q.Z. 91
I don’t understand why the women who do so
So hate me for nothing. I was first in line
For equality, still speak out against double standard
KRAX RUMP (94)
TAILBONE
Juxta‑ 93
Sup‑
Hose
Wheeze away 92
Wasted breath
Did you love your friend’s parents? 91
Did you want a better house?
Did you hide when your sister
Walked down the hallway at school?
Would you feel less guilty if you could
Grow up all over again?
He devoted his life 94
To
Two thousand words maximum
CRACKS OPEN
KUMQUAT MERINGUE PENUMBRA (94)
CONUNDRUM QUESTIONS
BANG BOOM ROLL
AROUND THE FOUR SKINS
Fuck you! 92
Dick‑dangler!
If only blacks can sing the blues
Then only whites can rule
Only women can nurture
Only Greeks can philosophize
Only Jews like Einstein and Oppenheimer can really kill
Rain 93
Washes
Sand
Washed
By sea
Filled by
Rain
Last salt‑lizard 94
A sex lick
Slick sex
On the slippery slope
Of the passion levee
Filled with the power
Of the hard swat of waves
Along the warm, lapping
Of the ocean’s edge
KWIBIDI (94)
Walking home in a blizzard 92
Tears got stuck in my eyes 94
Kid’s Playyard (Two Whys Together)
Poems are buoys and anchors
And boats and combustion sails
And waves and fire extinguishers
And that darn Coast Guard which
Stops you, dead in the water
LA BELLA (94)
The cute one, 92
The third pig
From the left
Is the suckling
One we want
To impale
Upon a spit
And roast
LA CARTA (94)
HERNIA
Tunnel dug 94
Into no light
Ending
LA NUEZ (93)
All that Spanish 92
To make me feel
Speech/
Less
Looking for the aisle
Where they keep the collard greens
LACTULA (94)
LACTATING
Chainsaw‑me 94
Oils the tree
To cut deeper
Into its heart
Pretty landscape of bleached skulls 91
To tell us
You visited Hell
And what rock did you push
Or, rather, is the emotional retreat
Into words and memory enough
To pay for the paradox, for the clean
Sand the land agent promised?
LADIES (92)
You let your children take advantage 92
Of vicarious greed
And time not spent on them
Under kerosene or campfire light
Or the precious purity of poverty’s muse
LIKE THE
LAKE EFFECT (92)
BUT NOT
Mirrors and ripples 92
Waves and warm spots
And no electricity hum
No boombox distraction
No news about the war
MOSQUITOES ALONG THE
LAKE SHORE (94)
Widows 94
Wanting
Windows on the world
Worry about
Wanton moments
With wasted gigolos
Wrinkles and riches
With real words
A rarity
There were times 92
When these lines
Would not have been enough
LANCASTER (92)
River runs 92
Into hydroelectric puns
Drowning versal valleys
LANDFILL (94)
Landmines 92
Turned us
Back to the sea
Why My Brother Quit 91
Kids caressed cows
On campouts
Came back crappy
My fastidious stomach 93
My illuminated belly button
My interrogative wooly‑booger
My forensic flea
LANG (94)
LANGUAGE (94)
CHOMSKY CHOMPINGS
Injustice fills me with distain 92
Doesn’t discourage But aids resolve
In these tired hands,
Fortifies the soft bread of my life force;
My hurting heart pounds with purpose,
Sometimes pretends to.
L’APPACHE (94)
Walking along the shore 94
…….That’s all.
IN THE
LATEST (94)
LATIN
Umbilical Amniocentesis 91
So much poetry is from the belly
TRANSFORMS
LATTER DAY (91)
LAUGHING BEAR (91)
The more I studied humor, 91
The more comics made me cry
And cringe and nothing
Seemed funny anymore and that
Was just the beginning
LAUGHING DOG (91)
Stuck, broken, on a half‑sawed limb 91
GOING TO CAPTURE
LAUREATE (94)
LAUREL (94)
PRIZES INSTEAD OF GLORY
THE LEADING EDGE (94)
OF REBELLION
IS JELLO
Well, well, well 94
The water’s no good anymore
Sewer, sewer, sewer
THE WOBBLY
LEDGE (94)
Cock‑sucker poetry 92
Making sperm pretty
Bitter about the bitterness
Of beer and poisons
But mentioning only oysters
Not realizing the symmetry
GOES TO THE
LEFT CURVE (94)
My unfriend 94
Ununloads his
Unununderbelly
Unundulations
Scraping sperm
From unununununder
The unununderbrush
Unproductively
FOR A
LEFT‑FOOTED WOMBAT (92)
Blood ran before 92
Lot’s wife
Salted the land
LEGEND (94)
Herne 93
Invoked
Hernia?
He was to be king 92
Didn’t stop for or need a crown
Once upon a time 93
There used to be men roaming the land
Now men hide in the forest
Of rhetoric
L’EPERVIER (94)
Going to war 92
They gloat about glory
Because a bluff is better
Than a cliff edge
LIBIDO (94)
HAY FEVER
ENHANCED
Fins 92
Fish image
Fin (French)
Your thighs revealed a dry well 91
Before the pump was primed
Flaccid and frigid we made
A lofty love
(No hay fever here)
Go not gently into that deep delight 93
Rage, rage against the rhythm of the night
Though your limbs are long and your buns are tight
Rage, rage against the rhythm of the night
And go not gently into my deep delight
IN
LIBRA (94)
MONTHS
Lah lah lah 92
Lah lah lah
You do put down
Your own thoughts
Put‑down pudding
Lah lah lah
Tapioca
Philosophy
With runny eyes
Lah lah lah
You swallow
Anyway
SNEEZE SQUEEZES
LIFTOUTS PRELUDIUM (94)
A LOST
LIGHT (94)
Everything is everything? 94
In fantasy throes
My lover want me to squeeze
Out the milk that I can’t produce
With her
LIGHT AND LIFE (94)
LIFE LITE
Some days deserve 92
A good spanking
LIGHTHOUSE (94)
Colors for a blind man? 91
Poetry for the emotionally barren?
Feel the photo? Find the flower
In a reference book?
Meter 93
Rhythm
Meet her
Rhythm
Meter
Rhythm
Match tonight
Match to ignite
Meet her with him
Peter
Ho hum
Penis pounding
Her tight drum
Meter
Rhythm to ignite
Match to light
On her rhythm
Drummer in love
With a Metermaid
Now that’s the ticket
I write in rhythm but what the fuck 94
When I need meaning the beat I duck
WITH NO
LIGHTWORKS (93)
LILITH (94)
LILLIPUT (94)
ON HER PANTS IN THE DARK
Phobia and neurons 93
The cherry pickers 91
Are part of a plot
Confusing flesh democracy and pitted imperialism
Snow waters 94
Grief
Both melt
At their own speed
LIMBERLOST (94)
LATEX FANTASIES
LIMB LOST
THE TREE SUFFERED
LIMESTONE (94)
BONE BUILDER
LIMITED (94)
BY BOVINE
HUSBANDRY
My mind clicks like a grandfather clock 92
Too loud and stulted too late sometimes
Wound too tight or loosely off‑balance
Yeah, right, all the good ones are already dead 94
Might as well give up then, huh?
LINCOLN (92)
LOGS
I can not tell 92
A truth
I hid my axe
LINCOLN SPRINGS (94)
LINES N’RHYMES (94)
“Do the twist 94
It goes like this”
BUILD
LINES (94)
LINQ (94)
LINKS
LINTEL (94)
Loneliness 94
Is a dry marker
And fear
A broken ball
No!
Loneliness is
Peat moss
And fear
A plate of beans
No!
Loneliness is….
Homey hexagons 91
Are not enough reward
For the wax‑worm crowded Queen Bee
LINWOOD (94)
I have a message 92
And it is,
“I have a message”
Crenulated 93
Grain
Granulated
Creme cheese
Scalloped
Wall
Walled
Scallop
The rainbow hit the concrete 94
With a splat of fractured color
And all that ever was was washed away
In the warmth of summer rain
LIP SERVICE (91)
FOR LOSERS
Why do we all look 91
At our genitals
As an excuse?
LIPS (93)
CHEAP
It was any morning 93
I woke up with….
Whomever
LITE (94)
LITERARY CREATIONS (92)
LIKE THIS ONE NEVER MAY BE
The dismal decline 92
Of the Dustbunny
And Furburgers, too
LITERARY FOCUS (94)
IS GETTING LOST NOW
(NOW?)
I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY
Poetic porn ‑‑ 94
Focus that camera
I want to see her wrinkles
LITERARY ALLUSIONS (91)
LIKE LEFTOVERS
DON’T NECESSARILY TASTE BETTER THE NEXT DAY.
Your blow‑up doll 91
Doesn’t deflate when pricked
Your imagination
Doesn’t collapse when tricked
But lack of use and frequent abuse
Can leave a loss of function
WHAT WOULD A
LITERARY OLYMPICS (94)
BE?
Holocaust ‑‑ 93
Genetic ‑‑
Memories?
Three horses galloping free 94
Two had socks on
One had me
LITERARY (94)
WRINKLES
IN A NORMALIZED CALIBRATION OF POINTS
Most poetry is words to me 92
But are screams my music
Is blood my ink
Is death my medium
RAW
SCORE FOR THE HOME TEAM
LITERATURE (94)
Has this high art become a has‑been 92
Harried
Hints of haughty hucksters
With no corn?
IS A
LITHIC NOMAD (93)
Is anyone out there? 93
LITTLE (92)
Pap 92
Smear
Finds junk
LITTLE RIVER (94)
IN A BIG OCEAN
INTO A BIG OCEAN DUMPING GROUND
WET GARBAGE WORDS
Mayflies do not despair 92
Over the comparison of moment
To moment, make snowy
Piles on asphalt anyway
LIVING POETS (94)
ARE GIVEN LESSONS IN SWIMMING BUT NOT FLOATING
Did Martin 94
Pound the pud
With two prostitutes
Did he go to bed
With commun(e)‑
Ists?
LIVING POETS VOICES (93)
CAN BE SOLD BUT GET OLD BEFORE CONSIDERED
My excrementation 93
Is a kind of loving
Being a generous soul
I wish nutrients for plants
And trees
LIVING STREAMS (93)
TO BATHE IN
LMNO (94)
Mom 92
Made music
With her
Flatulence
Domesticated 93
Cool and hassle‑free
Un‑Africanized
Honey bee
Riot Run‑outs 94
Los Angeles
Heplophobes
Went to stores
To buy the familiar
LOCKHART (94)
LOCKED HEARTS ARE OFTEN
ALL THAT ARE LEFT
WHEN FINALLY HEARD
My boy isn’t born 94
Death will not steal him today
LODESTAR (94)
LOLLIPOPS (93)
MAYBE IT’S BETTER IN
LONDON (94)
LONDON (93)
THAN NEW YORK, NEW YORK
Your children are under‑ 91
Employed
Falling into the water
Under London Bridge
“Dogshit?” 93
LONE STAR (91)
LAUGHING
Living 91
But not laughing
I secede
From my drawl
LONG ISLAND (94)
Rewriting history 94
Through today’s
Wobbling mirror
Is like
Siting on a baby
Because it
Reminds you of what you looked like,
Once upon a time
LONG ISLANDER (94)
OFF‑TRACK BETS
The musk on Fire Island 92
Is as thick as chicken hawks
On the fly
Soup‑sucker 94
Pigeon plucker
Fidgeting with his belt buckle
Drooling over plastic balls
That melt off the flesh
And into the vegetables
“That one’s fresh, got plenty of meat,
You see? I shot my load into him last night.”
He takes out his teeth,
“Saved for chewing beef. This stew’s a
Tender treat to gum”
ON A
LONG SHOT (94)
LONGHOUSE (94)
LOOKOUT (92)
SEES ART AHEAD
Editing with … (dot, dot, dot) 92
I make them see their poetry
Rooted only in poetic words
I give punctuation to their verse
OUT OF SKEW ON THE TREADLE
LOOM (94)
LOP‑SIDED, DROP‑STITCHED LINES
Ooooooooooh faaaahhhhhhhh! 93
Loom 92
Over
A carpet of lies
Spin the top 91
Of the world
Right off
For infantile
Fun and profit
Row row row his boat 94
Up a slippery stream
Dip the oars and pick them up
Dripping in my dreams
THIS CRAZY, I THINK THEY STOPPED MAKING TOPS, WORLD
FALLS LIKE A
LOONFEATHER (94)
Loons are in style 92
This year
In Mid‑New Hampshire, the herons
Are resting, still barely nesting
Tornado salad? 94
LOS HOMBRES (94)
FALL PREY TO THE KNIFE
OF ANTIVIOLENCE CAMPAIGNS
THAT ARE READY TO CUT OFF
THEIR TESTOSTERONE JUST BECAUSE
IT MAKES THEM FRISKY
LOS HOMBRES ‑‑ LOST HOME BOYS
Guilty pictures in the attic 92
Waa wah why? 93
A Brief History 94
Got `em
Wore `em
Ripped `em with my teeth
(Used `em to polish my shoes)
LOST (93)
Oh, Poetry! 93
Where is perfection?
LOTHROP (94)
LOTUS (94)
PAPER HOTHOUSE
WHINES
Vines, vines, vines 91
wim 94
Pooper‑scooper 92
Carried for fun
Calling for a “spot”
That doesn’t exist
CAN I MAKE WORDS
LOUDER THAN BOMBS (92)
Sky eating sky? 92
SO THAT
LOUISIANA (94)
CAN HEAR
You turned on 92
Your stereo to imitate
The rhythm I couldn’t match
You sat
And shaved…….
So, fucking what?
Paint me a picture of a perfectly normal place 94
Then throw up on it
LOUISIANA (94)
Rain lilies 92
Cut
By the lawnmower
LOUISVILLE (94)
LOW‑TECH (94)
They wrote bad poetry 94
Taking me completely by surprise
Each fucking time
LUCIDITY (94)
DULLING THE MIND
My guy keeps saying 93
“Stop whining about it ‑‑
We’re all dying”
OF
Yesterday 91
Is a highway
Strewn
With exploded toll gates
ELECTRON MACHINERY
I will never fear Summer 92
Nor falling faint in humidity
Your A/C love keeps me chilly
Dear Editor, 94
Let me make it clear
The water in Houston is soapy
LULLWATER (94)
Poetry/History Lesson 92
This was not being read by Einstein when he died
Java guava or guano tea? 94
LUNA BISONTE (94)
LISTING L THINGS
Sometimes, even good lines bother me 93
Drag your bra and panties on me like a cave 91
Full of the same bats.
She wasn’t a lesbian, just looking
Gobbeldy‑gook sticks a knife 92
Into its own mumbly‑peg leg
Liver‑wurster 94
Glycerine glyph‑cyst
Assists extra words
‑‑‑‑‑
Quasi‑plings
Neck springs
Economy of manifest wavy collapse
Fragment anything
Mid‑length lakeside
LUNA VENTURES UNKNOWN SWASH BUCKLER (94)
IS A
LUNDIAN (93)
LUTHERAN (94)
LYNX RENGA (93)
One syllable, two syllables 92
Three syllables, four and more
Five syllables, six syllables
Seven syllables and then ten of them
Syringe THIS excuse for the word syringe! 94
LYRIC (94)
How deep into love can we go 91
Before we admit we were not blind
In the midnight meadow?
Night flight 92
From some
Live evil
Didactic song 91
Exposes our refusal
To be taught
ZINGING MARS
I’d like to explore the future 94
M.A.F. THIRTEEN (94)
Grossetto? 91
I thought myself a bit of a genius
Until I discovered how many words were
Missing from my family’s abridged dictionary
The sadness of your eye 94
Eye sad
Sad looking eye
Me sad to your eye
M.I.P. (94)
YUP
Yup, yup it up 93
LMNO
PQRS
TUV
WXYZ
WHY Y?
WHY X?
MACFADDEN (94)
WHY NOT UNTRUE
CONFESSIONS
UNTRUE
ROMANCE
UNTRUE
LOVE
UNTRUE
STORY?
OKAY, OKAY
BUT, REMEMBER,
LET NOT
THE VILLAIN
EAT
THE MACGUFFIN (94)
BEFORE IT BLOWS
THE LEGS
OFF THE TABLE
Mosquito net face 93
cloud cluster 91
The boa caressed her. 92
I recognized the expression
On her face, the sunken eyes,
The excitement, “Touch it”
She cajoled. I wouldn’t
Touch any serpentine shape.
She called me chicken
She called me mouse
I left her curves to her beast,
Let him lick her like I do.
MACMILLAN (93)
MACMONDAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF A MAC ATTACK
INFINITE INDIGESTION
MACMILLAN (94)
FALLS INTO A
MACPHERSON (92)
MAD RIVER (94)
NEAR
MADISON (94)
Yellow Journal‑ism 91
Piss professor
Calls himself “Urologist”
Says, “According to my analysis
Urinalysis is yellow”
I love you like a modem 94
Our love burns like a modem
The orange and prune juice taste like a modem
The sky and water are a modem
The page sits like a modem
The like phrase is like a modem
Liking the like phrase is like liking a modem
Like is like
Is like
Like is modem
Like is to like as like is to modem is like a modem
A modem is like a cherry
The cartoon was like a cherry
Wanting you was like wanting a cherry
The shore line burns like a cherry
The cherry pie burns like a teacup
The cherry is like a burn
One burn is just like the other
In the fiction game
I could go on
AND A
MAGAZINE OF SPECULATIVE POETRY (94)
IS SWEPT INTO WHITE WATER FURY
Christian science fiction 94
Fiction christian science
Science christian fiction
Christian fiction science
Fiction science christian
Science fiction christian
William 91
Carlos
Williams
Carlots
You should
Be selling
Used cars
From
BOUNCING WITH PROPAGANDA
AND DISAPPEARING LIKE A
MAGE (92)
Cumulus waves bring your spaceship 92
Into sight
INTO
MAGIC CHANGES (94)
Sri Chinmoy????? 92
His car mechanic in Norwalk
Said he was a regular guy
Before he changed his name
But what ‑‑ after John and Carlos?
A cherry teacup is the embers of Christmas 93
Like a New Year’s toddy, like a Thanksgiving
Turkey is a panda poet
Satchmo smiles 94
MAGIC MOUNTAIN (94)
STRIP MINED
says “good‑bye, little robin wing” 94
says good‑bye to the magic
SUMMIT
THE
MAGIC REALISM (94)
OF UNDERTOWED PHILOSOPHY
THE
MAGNETIC NORTH (91)
THE FALSE NORTH A COMPASS POINTS TOWARD
Rain is a symbol for what? 91
Sun is a symbol for what?
In this poem, rain grows okra
And the sun causes skin cancer
AND NOW THE ONLY SPOTLIGHTS
GLOWING IN THE NIGHT SKY
POINT, WHEN FOLLOWED DOWNWARD,
TO THE TITTY BARS OF THE AREA
TO SUCK HIS EGO UNTIL HIS WALLET
IS EMPTY AND HIS PANTS ARE WET
MAHOGANY AND MOLASSES (93)
Mount her good name 93
STICKING TO THE ROOTS OF TREES
IN THE WASH BETWEEN SHORES
MAINICHI (92)
Freestyle 92
Swimmers, lean,
Dive
Into the same lane
Syllabic
I count the spoken
Sounds of a language that gets
Its meaning from prose
MALAHAT (94)
AND MALODOROUS
Music, tongue 92
Aftertaste,
Brandy dream
Sticky dress,
Silky
Hot piano
Imagination ‑‑ far‑sightedness 94
Fiction ‑‑ blindness?
NO MORE CLOTHING RIPPING OFF
MALCONTENT (92)
MALORY (91)
No Poe in the shadows 91
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MANDEVILLE (94)
NOT MISSING
MANHATTAN (93)
MANHATTAN (94)
Alright, now, who put the spinet in the garden? 92
Did anyone count toes? 94
NOT REMEMBERING
IN CAPITAL D DESPERATE
MANIC D (93)
GROPING FOR THOUGHTS WAYS
THAT INDICATE “I AM”
SOUTH OF
MANKATO (94)
Grass connects the house 94
To the road. St. Augustine,
Browned by Manichaean mites
Mother prayed would go away.
It took Ambrose spectracide,
Defender of the grass,
To bring it back, green.
Monet, Vasserly, Degas 91
Combination paints the words
With supple strokes
HUNGRY FOR THE
NEW
MANNA (94)
Banana 94
Unlevened lines
MANNA (94)
OLD
Rakes 94
Trees
Arms
Waiting
A leaf falls
MANOA (94)
AIR TO BREATHE ON THE
MANROOT (92)
MANUSHI (94)
I should have crumpled 94
These lines
MARGIN (91)
How many layers are contained in the 91
Blank page?
HOPE HIT THE
MARK (93)
All “spectral evidence” 91
Is in the speckled darkness
The light of desire and comfort
An anonymous roll or muffin to tempt us 93
MARKS (92)
MAROVER LAG (94)
AND
MARRIAGE (91)
MARYLAND (94)
BUBBLES TO THE SEA
Relative silence ‑‑ grandparents gone 91
I guess insects are easy to see 94
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MASSACHUSETTS (94)
WHERE SETTLERS CREATED SETS OF DENTURES EN MASSE
MASSACHUSETTS (94)
Siesta dreams 92
Shift into moribund
Malevolence
WHERE SETTLERS CREATED
A RACE OF DOORMATS A
MATILDA (91)
MATRIX (94)
MATTOID (93)
RACE, RUNNING INTO THE
MATURE YEARS (94)
Youth is wasted 94
Always
In retrospect
MAVERICK (94)
Vatican II 94
Precession procession
A wobble every 26,000 years
Or so
SEVENTEEN OR SEVENTY SUCKING
MAYAPPLE (94)
SENTIMENTS ABOUT RERUN
MAYBERRY (93)
I prefer dewberries 92
Crawling along the pasture
Under the grass in the bushes
Gone in two weeks
MEANJIN (91)
On those same mean streets, 91
Separate, running from and looking for
Each other, how much does your daughter
Charge? How much do you pay?
MASTERCHARGER, VISA HOLDER
SITTING
MELLEN (94)
DOWN FOR MELON BALLS AND STRAWBERRIES
Lazy in paradise 92
You would drive me crazy
MEMES (94)
Bending recognition 94
Got a girl whose name is Mimi
Even if she doesn’t see me
Gonna keep her all the same
Unless she tries to change her name
REAMS WRITTEN
ELITISM REDISTRIBUTED
MEMORABLE MOMENTS BY INVITATION ONLY (91)
CHANNELING
Ice warriors that melt in Spring 91
Are all but forgotten during exams
GIFT‑WRAPPED
It was a legend of a myth ‑‑ 91
That secondary education
PREPACKAGED
MEMORY ‑‑ LIFT THE COVER (92)
Pandora has brown eyes 92
This time
RESPECT FLEA‑SPECKED
MENNONITE PURPOSE ON THE LINE (94)
BOOKS FROM
MERGING MEDIA (93)
WITH NO NEWS ANYMORE NO REAL INFORMATION
Typo‑Titles 93
Artsy indications of error
Typographical “Mendsongs”
BUYING STATISTICAL POLLS ABOUT THE COST OF LIVING
AND INFLATION WITH NUMBERS THAT DON’T ACCOUNT
FOR PRICE‑FIXING OF FOOD TO AVERAGE AGAINST
SKY‑HIGH HOUSES AND IDIOT CARS ‑‑ NO LONGER CARS
BUT MOBILE UNITS THAT LOOK LIKE WINDTUNNEL‑SQUASHED
BOXES ADDING “FEATURES” SO AERO‑DYNAMISM
AND SEWING MACHINE ENGINE POWER AND PAPER‑THIN STYROFOAM
BETWEEN PEOPLE AND THE ROAD WON’T SEEM LIKE
SPACE WASTED TO LOSS. WE GOT FUCKED OUT OF OUR GOLD
BUT DON’T YOU FORGET THAT THERE NEVER REALLY WAS ANY WAY
TO GET OVER THE FACT THAT MONEY IS AND ALWAYS WAS
JUST AN IDEA, JUST BAD POETRY
MERLIN (91)
ILLUSION
WITH NO INDICATIONS OF
MERLYN’S PEN (94)
IN THE MATERIAL WORLD
I mention 92
Shakespeare
To get you to read
These lines
METAMORPHOSIS (91)
IS CORPORATE ANATHEMA
UNLESS COVERED IN THE QUARTERLY REPORT
UNLESS PROJECTED UPON A PRIVATE SCREEN
Swallow me whole 91
You’ll get more nourishment,
More than death pondered over
To assuage your night hunger
NEUROLINGUISTIC
METAMORPHOUS (94)
ASSUMED
METHUEN (93)
MIGHT HAVE SLAUGHTERED
METRO SINGLES (94)
AFTER ONLY A SINGLE DATE
I hug him with my poetry 91
Eyes of ochre 94
Sparkling shadows
Skin, greenish
Beauty over a bowl
Barfing bitter
Embarrassment
THOSE CRAZY
METROPOLITAIN (94)
NIGHTS
Pretend emotion 94
With a pseudo name
“And away go troubles down the drain”
WITH NEON DANCES
SOUL‑TRAIN BEAT
WITHOUT SOUL‑MATE
STIRRINGS JUST SHAKEN
DRINK MIXES
NOT UNKNOWN IN
MICHIGAN (94)
How bored bored people get in boring company 92
Is boring to me unless they say it well
Or interestingly.
If you need to, use a pickup truck 94
To move the poem
Into the present
MID‑COASTER (93)
THE DRINK SITS SWEATING
I hear the skin of the Governor of Texas wrinkling 92
LIKE THE
MID‑AMERICAN (94)
STEAMY HOT MUFFIN MAN
Mice‑vice? 94
Do the cheese and peanut butter cravings
Justify mouse malevolence, bird wishes,
Cat cruelty when finally caught in the vice‑
Like grip of the sneaky mousetrap?
Can I ever really understand the mouse?
I really don’t want him in my house.
Now I could, in a new wave way, say something
About having lost my pet snake
WHO IMMIGRATED FROM THE
MIDDLE EAST (94)
HISSING LOUD ENOUGH
Poetry about people dying 92
Ritual cues
With romantic names
And foreign graves
TO CONVINCE A BALLET COMPANY THAT THEIR FAVORITE
WATERING HOLE NEEDED A
MIDDLE EASTERN DANCER (93)
Practiced passion 91
Precisely on the point
To praise the petty Prince in Paris
While warriors waste words
And are wounded way around the world
The single beat drummer 93
Pounds once
The heartbeat
Of an instant
MIDLAND (93)
BETWEEN TOUR AND BROADWAY
Houses squat upon radon 93
Calling themselves Uranus
Uranium
Throwing a simple line 91
Baited for poetry fish
THE DANCER MISSES A BEAT
TRYING OUT NEW STEPS ON
MIDMARCH (93)
AUDIENCES, STEPPING ON HER SIMPLE LINE
THEY NOTICE BUT IGNORE THE EFFECT OF
MIDNIGHT ZOO ABERRATIONS (94)
CLAPPING
MIDSTREAM (94)
Nobody ever does what they could 92
WHEN THE CLOTHES ARE GONE
IN AN ACT CALLED “SKINNY DIPPING”
AND EVERYONE LAUGHS BECAUSE THE LEAD MAN, THE LEAD(LED)
MAN IS AS BIG AS THE
MIDWEST (94)
He is the Rhino 92
The Condor, the Heron
The man without a mate
Dad didn’t want to explain how hopeless things 93
Seemed after all the terrible things he’d seen
That’s why he was silent.
But as long as men drink their lives away 91
They’re not a threat to my picnic‑pink day
Writing drought poems 94
While St. Louis sits
Under ten feet of water
WITH AN EGO BIGGER THAN THE
MIDWEST (94)
I say that everything is a woman 92
Nothing is outside of femininity
Or the feminine domain, nothing.
MEN BALK
Trying for earthquake‑inspired 94
Resurrection, trying to pull out
Of a deep pussy willow sleep
GOING BI‑COASTAL
WHEN THEY HAVE TO UNDRESS AGAIN
ANYWHERE NEAR THE MEMORY OF THE
MIDWEST (94)
Twisting definitions to tame the confabulation 94
WHEN
MIDWIFERY (94)
IS THOUGHT ABOUT
Fucking the midwife during the delivery 94
MILAM (92)
WINKS AT ME, THINKS
I’m a saddle‑stapled 92
Matte card
Cover girl
Fuzzy but fun
MILKWEED (94)
DANCING PIROUETTES
MINA (91)
MIND IN MOTION (94)
AUDIENCE AND DANCERS SPIN
The Earth may stop turning for lack of 91
Revolution
Everything goes to the laundry today 92
Dirty laundry, lies, ill‑gotten gains,
Dodge‑ball taxes, almost clean oratory
The truth gets lost in the wash
Is remembered like the other sock.
Statistics confuse for a ruse 93
So that even “normal” is abused
And when the perception you choose
Includes even happy blues, misconstrues
News about fire and blood‑red hues for
Anything but eye‑grabbing schmooze, and
Everyone is driving on booze, prepared for
Baby hell the whole year of those terrible
Twos, I tell you, I’m not amused.
With that kind of truth you’re bound to lose
Doo‑doo 94
Dropped in the crack
Between poetry and concrete
IN THE JOINING
MIND MATTERS (94)
MIND MANNERS
Blushing bells toll? 91
CONCERNING A SPINNING BIOSPHERE
Trying to avoid the mawkish, 92
You explain your sorrow as “of the human race”
Chaos is not a butterfly 93
Justice is just ice in this hotbox
Balance is a shifting didactic subservience
Logic is a whip and a whipping boy
Whipped and sugared
Sometimes salt is the burden
Food is a weapon
Talk is the crowding of sounds into airwaves
Power defines itself
Why did these lines appear on the page?
Hell, 94
Grasp your assailant’s
Balls and you have done well.
I REFUSE TO EAT CAKE WITH MY FINGERS
JUST BECAUSE YOU OWN THE SILVER
NORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND WEST OF THE
MIND’S EYE (91)
They told us poetry was worth something 91
EVEN TO THE FOLKS IN
MINNESOTA (94)
SITTING IN THE FREEZER
CAN BITE AT THE TOES
Downstairs, in that tile kitchen 94
Young girls squealed with delight
As cockroaches they’d found in the tuna
Squished under their plastic‑gloved
Fingers and young guys jerked‑off
Into the scrambled eggs for fun
Because they couldn’t hear the words
Of the murmurous rich
WHERE NATURAL TANS ARE A
MINORITY (94)
Sail away with me 92
Into a satire of wind
And odor
Do I dare 94
As a poet
Put a word
Upon the page
OH! AND THE
MINOTAUR (94)
MINIBUS AND MOUTH‑CAPADE
Tell the history 94
Of our society
In social security numbers,
Credit card records,
Passports and obituaries
LEAVING
MIORITA (94)
FOR A
MIRACULOUS (94)
FEW MINUTES
That the temptations of Christ 92
Were just like mine, He
Being sure of his place
In Heaven, on the right hand
Of God, me trying not to lose
God’s favor, can not be called
The same, can they? The story is elsewhere
WITH
MIRIAM WHO LOVES IT UP AGAINST THE WALL (94)
“But she loved me” he says 92
To himself, though destroyed ‑‑
Teeth, liver, mind, romance,
As his body swells and he
Loses control of his colon
After questioning that lost
Love for so long
PROTUBERANCES POUNDING
MIRRORS, AHA, (94)
Sticky goo 94
On his fat stomach,
Once‑treasured sperm
LOVES TO KISS THIS
MISNOMER (94)
X‑ray acid aura 92
Concrete poetry ‑‑ 94
Limestone, pebbles, sand
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MISSISSIPPI MUD (94)
MISSISSIPPI (94)
SLIDING THROUGH
MISSISSIPPI VALLEY (94)
Denial of nitrogen 92
THE
MISSOURI (94)
SEEMS OUT OF PLACE
MISSOURI (94)
SOMETIMES MISERY
AND THE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OF
MR. COGITO (94)
No prose for poets ‑‑ 92
Is poetry found in the incomplete
Sentence. Two words.
I’m not sure this sentence is anything but a prose poem 94
MIXED MEDIA (94)
Excited 94
He says,
“I went to this
Wonderful, almost inaccessible
Place
Isn’t that great?!
With my foreign accent
I ascended the description”
IGNORING THE NYMPHS
THAT TWIST HIM INTO A
MOBIUS (94)
STRIP
Consider the cat 92
Run over
Softly squeezing out colors 93
The gentle beast strangles
For purple‑blue‑yellow‑green
Face effects
The flame of Maple and Oak 94
In Autumn
Not as fertile as Summer wildfire
Blackening the green slopes
Becomes Rum Winter
Antihistamine Spring
With smoldering heart
Burning
BEFORE THE ANGEL SHOWS UP
BEFORE THEY WILL STRIP
BECOMING
MODERN BRIDE (94)
AND GROOM VOWED WITH VOWELS
THAT IMITATE
MODERN HAIKU (94)
Life almost ended 93
And still writing only
As plum dead
Two nesting grounds 91
And herons are mentioned more
Than they lay eggs
One, two, three 92
Four syllables
Five more `til you die
Marriages 93
Only a certain
Amount of syllables
What did the image do for you? 94
Six syllables to soothe
A moon that never was
or
Peck peck the odd fog
Six sounds of hen’s hunger
Cracking the hollow earth
BREAKING A
MOKSHA (94)
BONE OR TWO
BEFORE SUBMITTING TO LOVE
AND THE
MOMENT (91)
My mother said some beautiful things 91
One of them was that nothing is wasted,
Not in a human life of learning and love
AND THE
MONOCACY (94)
Color makes the poem versal 92
But not universal to the blind
MONTANA (94)
Giddy, you open 94
Your yap.
Yup, giddy.
Hee‑hee
MOODY STREET (94)
BED BUGS OF MARRIAGE MAILBOXES
MORROW (94)
MORNING EATING
THE MARROW OF LUST
MOSIAC (91)
MOSIAC (93)
PROSE
I’m a tin snip 92
Tearing malleability
To shreds
IN
(m)OTHER TONGUES (94)
FILLED WITH
MOTS ET IMAGES
Words ‑‑ sanity’s salacious sortie 91
And images ‑‑ sketches and photography
THE DEEPER YOU GET, THE DEEPER YOU GET
BILLS TO PAY FOR YOUR INTEREST IN FURNITURE
BEFORE
MOVING OUT (92)
FOR THE BEST SCHOOL
The kind of things that so angered you 92
When done to Karen Silkwood by men
Have been done to men by men for a very
Very long time. Women, then, had the time
To do something about it. Or didn’t we?
OILING THE
MOVING PARTS OF THE MUTANT DRONE (94)
IN THE MAILBOX THAT THE GOVERNMENT OWNS
EVEN THOUGH IT WAS A WEDDING GIFT, BUTTERING CORRESPONDENCE
About mood when moved by the specific generality 94
BEFORE A CHANGE OF ADDRESS
THE LETTERS COME ADDRESSED TO
MS. (94)
OR
MSS. (93)
In life we define life 93
MUD CREEK (91)
Dreams decay faster than paper 91
If a dreamer throws them away
MUDFISH BOX TURTLE (94)
Egg‑butt baby vacated eggs? 91
Bed vacates building? 92
Tired, 93
Mad,
We have to prove love
Before
We make it
We fuck to find it
Become too tired
To continue searching
And then settle
MULBERRY (94)
CIRCLE SELLING
When we both know he has power, 93
We no longer enjoy my groveling
A Period of Faith 94
Metaphor connection
Of Blood communion
And lips slippery with sperm
MUSIC TO A
MUSE FOR THE MUSE COMPETITIONS (91)
Woman, buy your seeds in a Burpee Catalogue 91
For all your fertile attempts to cultivate
That belching, incontinent man
MUSE PORTFOLIO (94)
Red shift blues 94
Rods and cones
Cooling filament
So indescribably beautiful
That I try to describe it
As beyond my description
Turnback treachery
With a minor downbeat
IN
MUSIC CITY (91)
MUSIC WORKS (94)
FOR THE UNBORN
MUTATED VIRUSES (91)
A quilt of solemnity 91
Patches that break patterns
CALLING THEM
MY LEGACY LOST IN OMNIFIC FELICITY (94)
MY RESTLESS SOUL ASTRAL IMAGES (94)
Don’t give birth mother 91
Don’t try to change things father
Be coddled by propaganda while baby cries
MYSTERY TIME (94)
It’s a mystery how many mags survive 94