Fat fuck
Got fat,
Doesn’t fuck.
TIED TO THE VIVID
EXPLOSION
LIGHT PURPLE ANGINA
LIGHTS UP MY HEART
A PRETTY BALLOON ABOUT TO POP
Hand above eyes,
Squinting, I search the ecliptic
For words in precession, wobbling
Along the Van Allan Belts
Like a toboggan ride down the dark dandruff
Of a permanent wave (the kind you go back to get redone)
SWATTING ASTEROIDS,
AERIAL
FLIES FLY
IN THE FACE OF REALITY.
OKAY, JUST
Statisticate to be unlike meaninglessness
The young complexity
That never was me
Jams my strawberry
Memories
I ride the jambiguity
Down the gullets of Ganymede
Dressed in icy froth
Along horsebrown paths
Of panting
Icecream saliva,
Miraclewhipped
To speed the dappled Sugar
Homeward
Small blue thesaurus
Sits dioxidizing
Dinosaur creations,
Penned plumage
Of toothless tripescented
Feline, pharaohfollowing,
Ankhishly holding sparrows
Like Teflon pterodactyls
Mr. Potatohead in the drawer
Growing eyes in the dark
Waits for the dust to settle
So he can see some place
To root, suspended and stabbed
OMEGA FLARES
AGAINST
ALPHA BEAT SOUP,
ALPHABOX
RICE KRISPY PUGILISM
ALTA NAPA
NAPPY
sHIT in THE BUCKet
TOTo
ALURA
IN THE AZURE DUST
HOT SUN
AMBIT
GAMBIT
SUICIDE GAMBLERS
BUNDLING FARDEL BURDENS
Cher(ig)noble care
In waves
Radiates from you
RED PAGODA
NO TERMITES TREMBLE
AT RED DYE NUMBER TWO
The road looks like a ladder
In median point perspective
The black backward, the deep horizon
Ahead, the painted lines
Take my attention until a truck
Wake washes me in road mist and diesel blast
Jung in slant rhymes
An archetypal “din”
Not to get lost in
hitchhiker
Waves beauty in the wake of trucks
Pieces of poetry scatter
Like a storm cloud, billowing
Backward into the past
Tolkien’s poetry
Schooooooooshes in aluminum
Like the poptop
Of a soda can
AMERICAN WRITING
FIZZLES
IN THE SODA CAN
Br(rrr)
Bra (burn)
Bran (buns)
Brand (X)
Brandish (eek!)
You drive your car
Naked
But not without
A seat belt
Centered, the silly line soothes and sates.
We went for a walk.
ANIMAL TALES.
FLOUNDERING
FOUNDRY
FOUNDER
FOUND HER
ANJOU?
DOES FISH SUIT YOU?
ANSUDA
THE
ANT FARM
BUSTLES ENCASE
YOUR GLUTES
HIDING HARRIED PRE
OCCUPATIONS
OOPS!
BUSTLE FENCE FALLS
BOUNDARY BROKEN
BUT THE LAND INSIDE IT
IS STILL OURS
FOR NOW
ANTAEUS, ECCO
FOR NOW
Cold, cold, soothing peace
(Full enough? Full enough)
ANTHOLOGY
OF NAMES BIG NAMES
Ancient grave site
Angel orange
Granite lilies
Any old sky
Chimoney chimera
The bagpipe babbles
Clubfoot sandwich
Summer sun
Bakes the broadside
In cannon fodder
AQUARIUS
DAWNED TO DIM
INTO DROWSINESS
ARARAT
A RAT TAT TAT
THE MOUNTAIN MISSILE
ARC
DID NOT MISS
ARCHAE.
Mirror morning lake
Ripples with a loon’s light
Frolic, escaping under
To leave only laughing echoes
I remember waking up
With a bad poem in my headache
Coughing up cupie dolls
Yet raw, washed longer still,
Deaths reason no unstill wrinkled
Ripples on dark sheets nor small
Lingerscented light or lightly with night
INDELIBLE
ASCENT
EYES’ ASSENT
WATER BRAIDS
DESCENT
The
Iris is black
When tossed
away.
Carfish
For the Westheimer Arts Festival Parade
But not the inky underside
Of pedidal squid phrases,
Rustproofing guaranteed
A REGULAR STORM IN A REALLY FUN EXOTIC PLACE
Base emotions
Acid love
ATHENA INCOGNITO
Arrow out
Strikes
Narrow
Summerlapped
Vulture heron
Of heronbrambled
Herongap swims
Up that
If you come
And be nice
To your brother
I’ll bake a cake.
BABY SUE
BABYFISH (LOST ITS MOMMA)
IN A CHICKEN/EGG
QUANDARY
…… And what you do to friends is shatter the illusion
RUIN AND OUR LEDGE
OVER AN EPINEPHRINE CLIFF
HIS LEFT
BALL SIDE O’ FRIES
Big balls bounce
Red and brown, down
The slopes of San Francisco
In pairs, past flower shops
Past the bakery, and into
The traffic below
coiled distance
snapped felt
felt wings
of shape flood???????????wha\////????
…. whirled…
…… snapped…
.. wheeled….
….. rush…..
… wheeled?
Hamhock, sirloin,
Filet, shoulder,
Butt and Chuck
He separates his lovers
Into parts
BELLADONNA
BRICKLAYER
FALLS TO GROUND
BELLFLOWER
DING DONG
STAMEN AND PISTOL
CLAPPER AND CLAP
CUT THE GREEN WIRE
ALL BREEDS OF IGNORANCE
Fig yesterday
Cicada cast
Long legs lured
My baited breath
Worm cast
Plaster cast
The whole noisy
Play of figeating,
Loud, insect actors
With broken spirits
And brittlemarrowed souls.
The lost snail
Slugging along the bricks
Slime sister on concrete
ALL MOVIE STARS ARE RELATED
SO I BOUGHT A BANANARAMA BANDANA
TO REMEMBER MYSELF BY
It has been a long time going
But after postmodern man
The word will try for wisdom
Again, not just “Bauhaus” concrete
But organic concrete
And shape won’t matter so much
As long as there are some shoes,
Then, to fit those funny, flat feet.
I can not color in your eyes
The oil on that old canvas,
Unfinished, dry, in cream
Skincolor sits. The studio,
Empty, I study your thighs;
I don’t think they’re right,
Either.
The grass is the cousin
Of my ass
She is the motorized hum
Of a lawnmower
She is the growing
Prunedoctor
She is the weedeater
And sodlayer
She is the trimmer
Fingernails pulling at me
Love fell in splinters
From our French
Provincial furniture
EUNUCH
BLUE UNICORN
WITH BLUE BALLS
SUGARED AND BUTTERED
She thought New York
Was a state
Of mind
Room, bed, body, poems
Repeat:
I own this rectangle
Lines
In
Columns
A Waitress Visiting Chicago Yells
“Na na na poo poo
Owwwwwher
Jazz
Is better than
Yoooooouuur
Jazz!”
And I call it finderskeepers poetry
But you do see the deep meaning, don’t you?
Before the Phones Came
….Sometimes we sat
A train might pass…..
Before the Trains Came
….sometimes we sat
Before the Carpenters Came
…sometimes we….
Showup toeup
SPARKING
BOREALIS
AURORA NIPPLES
Often, awake, I see
Mice and rabbits
Running across the page,
Knowing that your poetry
Understands
The seen better than the dream
My poetry
Makes
You nuts
Falling from a
Poet tree
You keep falling deeper
Into suicidal bliss,
Imagining how pretty
All the red will be
Against this season’s fashions
Sleep tight
Blanket’s big enough
To ward off
Fitful images
Promenading
Names
Tappanzee
Spanning soggy lines
To bridge the watery gaps
Between the highanddry truth
Promenading
Names
Tappanzee
(wasn’t that all I needed all along?)
FIBROUS AUTOMOTIVE UNIT,
A HEALTHIER HOTROD,
WITH A REGULAR MUFFLER
Famous people
Pop into my
Poetry
So some fool reader
Might hope to find
Their secrets
Madonnapenned
Or Prince Charles
Endowed
Past the travelogue
Rome’s ruins
Take more space
In the guidebook
Than on land
BRISTOL HOUSE
TIT MOUSE
READS A
BROADSHEET
ON
BROKEN STREETS
BRUNSWICK
BECOMES ASH
WHEN THE LOVEWAX
WANES
BRUSSELS SPROUT
Poem waits for words
Looking looking
Like a page
Stones sit
Giving the brook
A choice
Moon and willow
Evening shade
Over cool grass
Wind in my hair
Turning the weather vane
Spinning gnarly
Cash crop
Confused
Corn
A
Cop(e)
Ia
How far underground?
Under the underground?
Even the underground
Is dug today. Dig it?
Dooda
Poetry defiles
Dada
Horniness is to handguns
As
Shopping is to babies
no….
Horniness is to handguns
As
Sun is to pudding
no….
Horniness is to handguns
As
Poetry is to propaganda
(the big lie kind, not like good bullshit,
not tainted by only truth and omission)
Oh!
Freak me fucking out!
A poem about a woman with grey eyes
Reacting to that very same poem!
How deep!
Ink pink links
Improvise blues
CAPERS AWEIGH
MY BUDS
SALAD ALL DAY
Names
Below
Moody title
Dropping bombs
Into
Crosshaired poetry
The boy is eating breakfast
In a place to be called
“The house of cracked eggs”
Chicken Little
Pops out
When the sky falls
Almost
Central
Stationed
Sign on door
“Gone here”
A pacman eclipse
Colonialism
Gifts of ideas
For smog
Perversions
For
Plantations
Explode into soy sauce
Oh, my porkfried soul
Explode into bowel movement,
Into vomit, to exorcise
Those nasty sin balls
How to
Crowd
A childhood
My leather briefcase spoke
No!
My coffee cup spoke to me
Saying everything, all at once
Paranoia
Is the modern
Classic
CLIMBING
Bootprints
Up the
Face
Clothespin fever
spin fever
in fever
in ever
in Eve
I’ ve
“I”
All I see is the ugly,
Pretending so hard to be pretty.
I am pretty. I am.
COLLAGES AND BRICOLAGES
OF EXISTENTIAL
SERVITUDE
From a seething pool
Of industrial pollutants
Grow pretty, little flower mutants
Down by the Colon
by Cyan
Here:
Punks turn punctual
In DADFAD tuning, slam dancing, loose teeth,
Eye shadow dried, conceiving new hairstyles,
Studs, safety pins, earwax, spit.
not only
unclear
thoughts trees
with no connecting
roots but
also rhythm
made leafy
by line breaks
and shortstanza
branches
Certain times
Newborn certain time
In timeless now
Times within the now
Oh, yeah, and love moving universes
Celestial music and
“Calm” fucking “the storm”
I will seal some strawberries
In the hubcap of my orneryness
And throw them in the pamplemousse pudding,
Like fate with a twist of lemon,
For your mother to eat
Dr. Pain’s a pane of squeaky glass
Poor or guilty
Sure trashes
The sixlane
Cirrhosis
Seeps in
Salt lick suckers
Froglike toads
Weather or not
We wear our thick skin
I’m going to say
Some really nice
Sensitive things
And then say,
“Hey! Trust me.”
Grey skies
Give me
Great joy
Your fertilizer falls
Unto other people’s lawns
On the lip of your KT boundary
I count 26 million years
With my fingers
Shocked by blue sky?
Senses tuned to wild life
She was never alone
Pruned to the Absolute
Absolute
Who
Hoo
Hoot
Owl
Nahnana poo poo
My God is better than your God
“Nothing thoughtless”
We are the beached flurry
BLOOD BOOGIE
DANCE CONNECTION
JUNKIE
DANDELION
STEM PLUNGES THROUGH
TIN FLOWERS
OVER THOSE POCKETS
There still are pockets
For the jingling change
Of your dreams and desires
A poet who pulls words
From her alphabet soup
To make noodle art,
To make it a job
Crashes to spill
More than crackers
Epileptic
Take off
Into the mind’s
Miasma
First Eight PenPricked
PenPicked Words From a Dictionary
Enlist
Bemuse implode
Claim beautician
At fault communism
Give me a poetry I don’t understand,
A boy who walks like capital letters
And runs like a semicolon.
Every asshole
Has an edge
Drawing angels
On every spare surface
Acid paper
Infects the rain
DICKEY
Turtleneck
Power
Of the questionable
Meaning
The elite,
Bored
You
Twist the words
Like mountains,
To fit a faceless
Sky
Donuts
With words
Slipping through
The holes
Soaking the edges,
Brown, like coffee
….And we are all different
DOC(K)S
Wharfs
Where podiatrists
Becalm, walking
Adults stick their noses
Into the sweet smells
Of child’s play
Looking for parallel playthings
Comma typo sometimes confuses
Last line joins, “them”, floating muses
DRUID
STONES SITTING
OVER MEMORY
Murdered Moments
Unfolding face
Drinking the “rivulets
Between my breasts”,
But then he had to go
And chant and pop out
Into “night”, “earth”, “time”.
Skull (In Place)
Skulks
Cemetery
Silence
Eating seeds
Silent
Falling eggs cushioned
By crunchy snow
Maiden form
Frescos
Water Poems
Next line
Falls frozen
Poxy “Proxies”
Give up your virgin
Land
Or we will pull out our
Germs
Your calamari living
Your scungilli life
Your pasta vasule
Your clam character
Your fettuchini sex
Your egg foo young legs
And your mayo shark mentality
Splat
Against those same damp
Dining room walls
Mony, mony
Baloney is bad
Cus you have to chew it
With those squishing sounds
How did I fail to let you know what I was talking about?
Jazz Intonations in Intercourse, PA.
Your P.A. was a public address
Improvising on a latex fruit
The squishing sounds of evaporating consonance
Lubricated by light tinkles on the tin roof
And a romantic motif, barely remembered
Your lips lost in smudges of strawberry stain
Summer
Too full
To stay cool
Too painful to be a lie
I puff and wail at your bellyup swollen boredom
Try to find a chuckle on your earlobe
Painters paint clouds
On billboards. Poets
Think then of rain
Nice names for poetry:
Organic concrete
Cats are immune to the hairy greens
Of okra poetry
Listening to lizards
LSD poetry
Flashbacks
Cheap thrills
FLASHES BACK TO
Cabbage vacationers
And a long stairway
Of mayonnaise, coleslawing
Upward
Once,
Was so soon ago
EXIT ZERO
Smoky death
Ghost mingles
Incense
In sense
Incensed
In sent
Incentive
The
Invalid
Is not
Invalid
EXPEDITION
To the tennis courts
Daring the safari sun
ExPeRiMeNt WiTh WoRdS?
wOrD wOrLdS wOw!
EXPLORATIONS
Sometimes worth the money
You paid
T.S.
T.M.
What’s the difference
Between them?
I’ve never heard such jive,
Musical mayhem made plain,
Made talk into singing,
Here in the fucking butcher shop
Sparky
Hallucinating rodeo spirits
Bucking through life
Broken, spurred
Bridled to some light angel
Is also the most precious,
Digestsized, photocopied
WITH NO FACIAL
EXPRESSIONS
BUT STILL GROWING HAIR LIKE AN
EXQUISITE CORPSE
Farmer’s
Family found
Foreclosed
Bahloons
Six pense
Wadeyed
The perky nymphettes
Stir and snatch their Spring
Drools, while I, boss, task it out,
You play, you work, you get laid, you
Collect cucumbers from the garden,
You shear the weeds and Bobbits
Pushings and pullings of pores,
Evacuations of follicles
A pretty line to punctuate the purposelessness
Of reading on
Birch peels into canoe
Familiar floating glides
Into the horizon blue sky
Vatican III
Through bad poetry?
Needletracks
Porcupine pricks
Nose running
Ring around the square butts?
Slice of fiction poetry pies
FIDDLEHEAD
SQUEAKING
We are here
Well,
You are there
But I am here
This is my picture painted
With words for you to look at.
Do you see it? Do you feel it,
At least? It, the mood you know?
There is something here…
Well, not here. I’m here.
Prop
A
Gand(er)Ganda
In
Columns
(But not stacked)
FIGURES
Bulbous blather about figurines
Figures to be bought
Finally saying,
“Stars are stars and amazing enough”
NO!
Stars are the explosions in my head!
The Organic Chemistry of an Idea
Stabbed in the gut with an icicle
Melting and mixing with tomato effects
Strangely vacuous, thinking is an event
Thinking that thinking is an event is an event
Funny way to drink ice water
Oh, I healed and heeled
But that’s not the end of all these events
Couch potato events and versifying events
And then one needs imagery to justify
And it is a necessary event
Unlike the event of writing that thinking is events
So, here’s a picture, too
An avalanche of rings removed from divorced fingers
Rolling down and lighting up the lake bottom
With sparkling knives of memory….. events
Dripping cold under my dress, over pantyhose
Shock flashes, stars of pain, icicle memory,
Spanking me, yanking the nipples of an idea.
Blah, breaking up is hard to undo
Blah
Baa baa baa
Baa baa
Baby’s a UPS package at the door?
Not the way the cookie crumbles do I go.
The soppy side
Of a sloppy ride
Skinny dipping with an Angel
CLOWNS Welcome!!!
Dream
Horror, here!
Nightmare gifts
English wit
Can talk to
Itself
Her breath was heavy like death
Smelled, as well.
Your big fucking words
That enfold mistaken meaning
The detritus of premature ejaculation
“Can’t come up with any new subjects
‘Cus I’ve written so fuckin’ B.Z. many poems”
Door hinge blowing in the wind
Where a door was
Before the bad poet, in a vandal mood
Forgot to put it into the picture
Of that impossible wind
Rhyming Hyphens
I celebrate a free lunch,
Okra grown in suntoil
And gumbo soil, veggies
With wellwater
The WellTailored Pseudo of Cashmere Blame
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 pseudolife
Pseudolove
Pseudoblame
Pseudosuits of armor
With cashmere cloaks and ribbed edges
Dragon (the line)
A real reptile
Or an ethereal tuna?
Slip knot unthreads
But does not slip
From the waveswept wharf
EVERY LINE MAKES A CIRCLE
OUTSIDE OF GEOMETRY,
SO THE STRAIGHT
AND NARROW,
THE RIGHT PATH
IS A PRETTY LIE,
A SELFFULFILLING GHOUL,
TRUTH CONCURRED
Home soon
You harness your hatred
In bald critiques
The wash woman
Folding, unfolding
Laundered bills
Then her
Mallard
Dyke
Uses that bread as stuffing
To stuff them
And dresses their legs
In paperlace doilies
FlatEarth society
Sees one sailboat
In a regatta
Drop off the edge,
Ignores
The fleet
That is swallowed
By clouds
Head in hands
Whose head?
Whose hands?
Doesn’t matter
Does it?
Heavy legs
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
People are the candy
Sold in city buildings
Shot
Swarming Scold
Walk the stream bed
On bouncing Spring legs
The floodexposed roots
Gas
Wheezes
Armpit poops
And raspberries
?Lacitnedi…?
Death’s a nextdoor
Gingko
Roses against a log cabin wall
Roses anywhere
Roses and fragrance
In Montana, too.
Someone plays
Tennis in the folds
Of my brain, cleats
Sticking sometimes
Drawing blood, ball
Bouncing across
The corpus colossum
Curved walls
In wasted space
Letting oranges sit crinkling
For history’s dry potpourri
I’ve got to say something about asking for what you want
in a way that people can understand
Over ambiguity?
I’ll never get over ambiguity
Or underpants
Starving circle
Shares me
With its disconnected innards
Life is a thousand minuscule mindaltering
Amazements every fucking day!
Always the myth of genetic studdom!
CAN’T get away from stereotypes!
(CerwinVega, Pioneer, Crown, Nacamitchi, Sansui)
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, overripe,
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
Upriver
Float on sandpaper,
Naked
The soft edge of acid
The warm glow of delusion
My best friend keeps saying
She doesn’t want to live
But means she wants to be spoiled
Funny how the smog makes
Such beautiful sunsets
What the fuck does a Yucca look like?
The air is full of birdshit
He tries to widen her certainties
……. We comply
One line alone?
Random words
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?
Into the music
After the concert
The whistler
Brown ants on sidewalk chocolate
Melted fudge stick and
Arachnid babies squiggling out of a squished
Spider in daylight dazzle
Mail art
To strangers!!!!!!!!!
In the middle of a word
In the muddle of a word
In the meddle of absurd
modal
constructs
All these words
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)
Pearlhandled revolver turns
I now write
A perfect line
A perfect line
Gloss(t)
Nost
Lost
No one told them
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
Artichoke
I never saw a rainstorm of children
Or an art
Choke
At the throttle of fad
So, wash the walls with moonlight
Sewing poetry like mismatched socks
I leave buttons off
I wear away the bottoms of long pants
Until they fit
Etc.
Of words for the sound
Of a floating whip, etc.
Before the stinging
I see her bend to smell
Crinkled nose
A clipped Rain Lily
Queen bee
Lies about the honey
An eyezigmadmos
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
No anchor shape nor weight
At one end, no attachment
To the other, floating yellow
Nylon in a greygreen sea
Silence would have filled the space
The music came from
Wounded by Winter
Your dreams stuck to you
No matter how tattered
Tails on a box kite
Licking words like loins
Pushing nose closed
Developing a brussels sprouts taste
For the bitter side of the finger
In a trash can not
The Culinart
Holistic health
Holding on
With no insurance
The ice is chaste
Floated upon
By cutting skates
Pigeon
Poetry
Pecking
The pavement
Syllables
4 more of them
4 more of them
Would call it by another
Name if it were 5 of them
Rhino
Gross misconceptions
Of tusk poaching
Poets
The city at night
Hides the hazy pace
Of a prisoner released
Fat People
Floating like ballerinas,
On tiptoes, toward friendship
In France,
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”
Who’s a Hecht?
That’s okay
Any memoriam of yours
Is a memoriam of mine
GANGBANGERS GOING WILD,
WITHOUT SUFFIXES
Icy hole cut
For frozen fish
Clothespin freedom
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
Dreams
Dust to dust
Days
Paying for Rebocks
Rather than a good school
Book
Your husband made such a fuss about your diary
And you, of course, sent it to me
River
Runs
Refuse
I grow green, deprived of midnight
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.
Living like there is no outer space
Hovering around a landfill flowerpot
Hummingbird gone
These lines did not need to be written
Actors and birds slamming against an invisible wall
Poet
Visualizes
Visions
Visualizing
Poet
Up
The light
Public
Streets
Of my history
nah
Up the light
Public streets
Of my hosiery
Odorless
Blind
Deaf
Feelingless
Tasteless
People
Nooo!!
Mmmmhh!
Hhaaaaaa!
Hhooooo!
Same old Sunday morning
Latex in satin sheets
Cages of squealing cockatiels
Teal highcut gown, cut and ripped
Until it was lowcut and then lost
And tomorrow will be another same old
Monday, going shopping for formal wear
Age Pop
For an
Aging pop
Culture
The old home place
Is a real disgrace
Moonbeams or no
Glorify weakness to feel fresh?
Pins don’t capture it
Chaos is not a butterfly
Great grit
Echoes of swollen
Footsteps
Grandma was a Santa Claus to the mind
Sang lullabies to babies
As gifts
Hssssssssssss
Hear it?
The equator
Ate her
Canned ants
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
You go round
In triangles,
Bearcub,
Slapped back and forth
Between food for thought
And thievery
Beauty
Motivates
What?
What else?
What else
Motivates?
Beauty
Does what else?
We would create “beauty”
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
All the goods are mean
To immigrant
Elitism
I say, “Unpile
Your cartons
They’re wet on the bottom”
Betrayed by clear vision
But not enough information
You beat hollow trees
With rhythmic messages
Heplophobes
Try to outlaw
My feminine mystique
Grandma turned toward her favorite tune
Vienna eunuch
Altered
Intercession
From some crunchy balls
Clanging in perfect pitch
Chewed, after frying
In perfect rhythm
With Gregorian chants
And Gothic screams
THE TRUCKERS
GATHER IN PACKS
THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM
FEAR
LESS
Yes, I recognize
The soft touch of your slipstream
As we waft past each other
Pizza is great American food
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)
“perverse citrus”
And planets explode
In her hungry mouth
Night is a buffet
Shock the monkey
Train
Foul wince
Daunting stitches
Follow exactly
Lank,
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!
House symbols
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
Imagine
The way Münch
Would have painted
Judi
That sappy pine
Is pining for a comb
Cinderella, shoes
In hand, ready to trade
Random thoughts
On a really lazy Sunday
Lick my oil painting?
Had to get Limas
Between someone’s knees
I’m underpaid
Under wear
Poetry to capture
Smells
And dribbles
So street clothes
Can stay clean
Lobsters still claw
Bluff backwards
Under rocks
Before they are red,
Embarrassed on ice,
Under glass
Farming words
Can’t seem to break
The weed cycle
This is not
A form
Ula
Winter, Winter, Winter
You are so insulted
But I understand
You purify the bulbous land
Keeping alligators
Out
Of our living rooms
We poison the pond
Freelancer
Is a doctor
Who doesn’t charge to break boils
Read
Between
The lines
Unions
Make work
A dirty word
Juxta
Sup
Hose
He devoted his life
To
Two thousand words maximum
CRACKS OPEN
KUMQUAT MERINGUE PENUMBRA
CONUNDRUM QUESTIONS
BANG BOOM ROLL
AROUND THE FOUR SKINS
Rain
Washes
Sand
Washed
By sea
Filled by
Rain
Last saltlizard
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
Walking home in a blizzard
Tears got stuck in my eyes
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
The cute one,
The third pig
From the left
Is the suckling
One we want
To impale
Upon a spit
And roast
Tunnel dug
Into no light
Ending
Chainsawme
Oils the tree
To cut deeper
Into its heart
There were times
When these lines
Would not have been enough
River runs
Into hydroelectric puns
Drowning versal valleys
Walking along the shore
…….That’s all.
Umbilical Amniocentesis
So much poetry is from the belly
Stuck, broken, on a halfsawed limb
Well, well, well
The water’s no good anymore
Sewer, sewer, sewer
Going to war
They gloat about glory
Because a bluff is better
Than a cliff edge
Fins
Fish image
Fin (French)
Lah lah lah
Lah lah lah
You do put down
Your own thoughts
Putdown pudding
Lah lah lah
Tapioca
Philosophy
With runny eyes
Lah lah lah
You swallow
Anyway
Some days deserve
A good spanking
Snow waters
Grief
Both melt
At their own speed
Loneliness
Is a dry marker
And fear
A broken ball
No!
Loneliness is
Peat moss
And fear
A plate of beans
No!
Loneliness is….
I have a message
And it is,
“I have a message”
Crenulated
Grain
Granulated
Creme cheese
Scalloped
Wall
Walled
Scallop
The rainbow hit the concrete
With a splat of fractured color
And all that ever was was washed away
In the warmth of summer rain
It was any morning
I woke up with….
Whomever
Poetic porn
Focus that camera
I want to see her wrinkles
Three horses galloping free
Two had socks on
One had me
Mayflies do not despair
Over the comparison of moment
To moment, make snowy
Piles on asphalt anyway
My boy isn’t born
Death will not steal him today
Living
But not laughing
I secede
From my drawl
The musk on Fire Island
Is as thick as chicken hawks
On the fly
Loom
Over
A carpet of lies
A Brief History
Got `em
Wore `em
Ripped `em with my teeth
(Used `em to polish my shoes)
Pooperscooper
Carried for fun
Calling for a “spot”
That doesn’t exist
Rain lilies
Cut
By the lawnmower
They wrote bad poetry
Taking me completely by surprise
Each fucking time
Yesterday
Is a highway
Strewn
With exploded toll gates
I will never fear Summer
Nor falling faint in humidity
Your A/C love keeps me chilly
Liverwurster
Glycerine glyphcyst
Assists extra words
Quasiplings
Neck springs
Economy of manifest wavy collapse
Fragment anything
Midlength lakeside
Night flight
From some
Live evil
I love you like a modem
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
William
Carlos
Williams
Carlots
You should
Be selling
Used cars
From
A cherry teacup is the embers of Christmas
Like a New Year’s toddy, like a Thanksgiving
Turkey is a panda poet
Freestyle
Swimmers, lean,
Dive
Into the same lane
Music, tongue
Aftertaste,
Brandy dream
Sticky dress,
Silky
Hot piano
Alright, now, who put the spinet in the garden?
Rakes
Trees
Arms
Waiting
A leaf falls
Relative silence grandparents gone
I mention
Shakespeare
To get you to read
These lines
Pretend emotion
With a pseudo name
“And away go troubles down the drain”
If you need to, use a pickup truck
To move the poem
Into the present
I hear the skin of the Governor of Texas wrinkling
The single beat drummer
Pounds once
The heartbeat
Of an instant
Houses squat upon radon
Calling themselves Uranus
Uranium
Throwing a simple line
Baited for poetry fish
I’m a saddlestapled
Matte card
Cover girl
Fuzzy but fun
The Earth may stop turning for lack of
Revolution
Doodoo
Dropped in the crack
Between poetry and concrete
SITTING IN THE FREEZER
CAN BITE AT THE TOES
Concrete poetry
Limestone, pebbles, sand
Excited
He says,
“I went to this
Wonderful, almost inaccessible
Place
Isn’t that great?!
With my foreign accent
I ascended the description”
Consider the cat
Run over
Softly squeezing out colors
The gentle beast strangles
For purpleblueyellowgreen
Face effects
The flame of Maple and Oak
In Autumn
Not as fertile as Summer wildfire
Blackening the green slopes
Becomes Rum Winter
Antihistamine Spring
With smoldering heart
Burning
Giddy, you open
Your yap.
Yup, giddy.
Heehee
I’m a tin snip
Tearing malleability
To shreds
Red shift blues
Rods and cones
Cooling filament
So indescribably beautiful
That I try to describe it
As beyond my description
Turnback treachery
With a minor downbeat
A quilt of solemnity
Patches that break patterns
The limb’s secret passion for bats
Pipe bombs to blow away metaphor
About memory
And nose undercurrents
entitled
The Cat/Gas Engine/My Soul/ The Laser Printer/
The Baby/ The Dog/ The Spider/ The Line/
The Coke Machine/ The Riot/ The Garbage Disposal/ The Head/
The Air Mailer/ The C.O.2 Tree/
What it wanted
Was to be fed.
The cosmic dust
Was
A chocolate float
His mind moves serene
But not into the silence
Like a whole bunch of things that sound really good
It’s what follows that counts on a menu
The price tag that exposes the lie
Aliens crawling up the toilet bowl
And into your ….
Poetry
Peggy’s peonies in warming bathwater
Grit bass, a submarine capitalist
Naturally drawn to the hook
Jazz cat lapping mama’s milk
Flakey Blake’s treed angle, meowing music
After eating fish subways
Bass, widemouthed or small
Are more pure than elevators
Now, escalators might be a different story
The sky should not leak watercolors
You are my palm
At the edge of the bay
Salty, with only leaf
Clappings to say
Babel Babble
In the fight for reality realized, words
Are the fudge over a chocolate sundae
You can’t copyright pictures you create
In other peoples’ heads
Who put the teapot on
The flowers?
Wrong moon, right moon, it’s still the moon
We fell in love under
Ants in our underwear
Field fencerow thickets brush close
Fingers reach grapevines, fists pull treetops
Of, in on this, like, and, into
Achtung, erzats!
Cathedral conundrum the nub
NIGHT MOUNTAINS
Pagan bonfires waging war on nightstalkers
NIGHT ROSES IN MOONSTONE BLUE
I stared at the old photo.
It had faded away.
The magazine is dull and dead
But the idea of the magazine lives on
The slick woods are not a slut
To the chainsaw
The starved children of Somalia are all dead
But the idea of starved childrenhood lingers on
NIGHT SONGS
Insubstantial
Seas more than remnants
Of spires waving emaciate
Cityship grass
Wraith
Sailing transitory
A no phantom
SHADOWS
AVOID THE
NIGHT TREE
IN TOTAL DARKNESS
Tell me the truth about laughter, old man
WHERE NO
NIGHTSUN
CAN REACH
War ship
Worship
NIHILISTIC PESSIMISM
Charles Bukowski, eh?
I just ask, have I made it to the millennium yet?
There may be flies on some guys and vultures eating
Your udder disgust but there is/There has/Belong to there?
But there are VYGERS on me. Not visual? Not of the working
Man? But there are assholes sucking be back into them.
NIMROD
NONSENSE
Plexiglass pontifications
Wordjumble wasteland and not the good kind either
The day it is yours
Carp and catfish
Lines dropped into mud
Stairs stares sinking in
Ah, what the fuck looking up my dress
The Bible Belt is twisted between loops
Snicker sneaker!
Earth in October dusk
Fights
Does not call it
A night
Title Poetry
Almost as bad as verse
That isn’t explained
Until the last line
Marooned, spare words
Subway art graffiti and graft
Funny pop machine
Popping hilarious caps
Into my head
Night drops the drapes
Lights out
Engines humming in the sky
The shriek of falling secanols
Flashing teeth
And dental shields
Open
But not unprotected
The birthday boy on a Sopwith Camel
(add blood somewhere)
Opalescent iron blank miles from above
Blank brittle ice sea white surface beneath light
Encircled deeper with suffused trees
And the as extends though by the then heavy
And and hard for the
ORE
Eh lah lah woo woo
IN THE FINE STATE OF
OREGON
OR ALL ORE GONE
My ear calls
Oh! Ooooops should
Be a big name;
Osiris, my ear,
Calls my mouth
To be silent
Darkness sparks
Fire flies
Wing ding
In car headlights
Niagara Agoraphobia
Doubt in a box
Plunging vaccinations
Against the roar of
Virginity
Evil playgrounds waiting
Niagara calling
Wave crochets the wind
Earth blushing, frost crawling
And I sit writing, frightened,
Inundated, undated, dated, ate D Ted Ed D
He dances like a plop of mashed potatoes
Sometimes does a twostep dollop of cranberry sauce or
The turkeywithahandupit assist
As inspired by (my mother’s breath) by the guy
With the parakeet on his violin bow
During the “Flight of the Bumble Bee”
Tieing up your poetry with sausage links
Eggs on chair
I sit
Discover them
L Lightened (light)
M Lightened (might)
N Lightened (night)
OYEZ
Oh, yes!
Oh no!
Yoko
Oh, yes
REMAINS
ACCIDENTS AND…. AND WHAT?
I fear I’m lost in your “Son’s Sonnet”
Beyond the cosmic quasi’s grid
And the forsaking.
In a Hitchhiker’sGuidelike answering way
Was it 42 or 41? Or 27?
Any truth or myth’s okay
In this poetry vacuum
Under an instant sun.
A mosquito dance
Praying for light
During the night
Epilepsy curse
Dropsy lines
Drowned witmouse
Floating on torpid lines
Gibbous Giblets
Waxing ears
Gibbous carillon
Waning pond whooshes
Whining
When baby puts her foot down
“No corncolors tonight!”
PANCAKE
I won’t keep a single one
Flat and burned
Twisted
Uncooked bubbles
With liquid insides
Escher “rivers
Falling through the sky”
Of perspective
Blue eyes surround me
Interior rain
Fills my cold brown
Foothills
Ineluctable Joyce
Crawls on the grass
Like a cherry blossom
Pyromaniac
Match
Fiery
Sex
Nymphomaniac
Dune cradles
Sand cracks
Under inverted
Sky, dripping
Foam
Mobius
Stripped
For his pleasure
Stuck saying those same damn lines
Over and over, operatic, it
Is immortality
Of costumes and scenery more
Bare feet
Inserted into the maiden
Sea
Journal poetry
Immortalizing a moment
And your eyes again
Dickweed
Peckerwood
No line to remember
Just another list
Of picture words,
With “I”s like hers
Tight voice
Luminous
Drippings of dew
Off leaves
Dawn
Drenched in muted
Cockadoodles
Third Line Horizon
Third line
The picture line
Skywheel Sunlight spokes spinning
To turn an image
For halffigured philosophy
The same essential stillness
A brassiere cutting off circulation
Naaaaannncy!
How many times do I have to tell you
You don’t have to leave open the bathroom door
To swim through it?
Pet
Pit
Bit
Bet
Hey, you with the scabbed nose,
I gotta Daddy too
And polyester daffodils
16 tons
And I filla
My gut.
Yeah,
Like a lepton flowerburst
It’s Lot in a car lot
Of clavicles (semantic z’s and x’s)
To Withstand
Sliding dew
Darkest stars touch
Mooneyed crescent hill
An endless girl
On couldnot nights
Of a gentle hand
Touch my sad
Forsythia
N Dear
Older,
I endear them to me,
Me to them, with
Cuddles and massage
Alcoved All
Dragonfly heart
Behind
Peering sunrise
Awaiting more universe
One shore
One one one one
Fine, but
Up what stream
Can we hide
Kansas?
Stone lamps in small rooms
Dim song
Dim song
Schewan Goose
In sweet and sour
Tones of lonely
Oneplate dinners
Sip slag
If
Slip sliding away
Dim song
Ended at an arbitrary point
Called a period.
Whose waves crush?
Hose waves crush
Hose aves rush
S ave r us
S ave us
Some Machine, Any Machine That Works
It worked for me, too
Then clang! Wheeze, wheeze.
Mold to fill
Old to ill
D o ll
D o
Art as dogmoosefly
Species: Poet
His lines are arachnid
Ararat on a rat’s ass
Like antelopes loping
Over a cliffedge
If edited to the swansong
Of an Anatidae
Tick tock
Life is lingering
Softening the blow, tones, touch
Of yielding to impending sin
No,
Of yielding to an offending son
No,
Of yielding to my display of spinning pasties
No,
Of yielding to the waiter’s tray of pastries
I Put The Woman and The Fireplace Into The Title
of a Poem, Felt Free, For Once, And Did Not Need To Go
Further
My, my, my
There are seven syllables
In the line above (here, too!)
Early October in Intercourse
MidMay in Maggie’s Nipple
Breaking wind in Barcelona
Did you go there for the foottar?
How sweet is a Pennsylvania memory?
It is
Monday in Montauk
And why did I come here?
Actions are something else
The arrow is so much that is not poem
Paper on concrete instead of concrete on paper
Designing instead of finding words
Tonight the moon is a bird
Tonight the moon is a flower
Tonight the moon is a puppy
Tonight the moon is an aardvark’s hum
Stereos and steroids
We buy, buy, buy.
Dawn pushes down;
Darkness drops into the West
Warm dark
Worm dark
Warm dirk
Worm dirt
Wart worm
Dark work
Duck pucky
Eyes are stuck shut
Waking up from deep dreams
Poetic Prejudice
Sleep, wake, dawn
That’s the poetic time
Mud stygma, moss sygmata
Mystic sty in the eye
Astigmatism of sunshine
Water
Ice and Crystal
Break
Trying to bond
…..Or Other Titles, Heads Without Bodies
(But Not Without Tales)
This poem has the quality of Sears aluminum siding
Of colorsafe detergent for dangerous Spandex
Hiding the hormone depletion
We are licking the oilspot on the cement driveway
Of the service area, touching the skin
Of an orange
That only reflects green
Vibrations of the ozone
In an awful uncola
Reebok Relationship
PerNew
SpecDif
Few rest
Actual pour
Compassion blood
Then quiet
Silenced words
Eeeek! ezrat nicknii
Mockla ma meeze tani
Zala forzoon love chinna
Zepflund poofff oooh ah
Rumors of the Ball
Bounce off of her
Champagnestained gown.
A drunken nose sniffs her cleavage
During a short waltz
Arms and shouts all around
2 seconds to go. 1 point down
And Akheem throws to Samson….
Shit! Missed alleyoop(s).
Big/little disPLACEment
Butt on
Button
Not tub,
But ton
On Butt.
Butt on
Button
Let’s go, you and I
Like a yoyo and a dodo
To the brink of our love
Or maybe to the Stop and Go
Skeleton of Poetry
Sel e ton of poetry
Hidden, peace
Is innundated
By surrounding words
They do not dare you to pick them,
They dare you to name them
Dueling scars
Are no longer
In fashion
Nor shorter
Naked
(And new knitted flesh
Doesn’t put up much
Of a fight anyway)
Pine tree
Pinefore
Pine for
Perfectly
Penned
Pretend pig
Porcupine
Pilots
Porous pockmarked
Potato
Perversion???
TIME CHANGING
Perverse pine
With pens poking it
Into permanence
A pen porcupine
Of piggy poets
That pine over yew.
Peppering Snowblower is the Wrong Title for This Poem
Cheap fashion coat
To last only one Winter
Of no particular season
(ing)
The second month plus one second
Of separation
Had to Give This Title of “Poem”, So You’d Know
A
Few words
In
A column
Train of Thought
Train, train,
On track,
Stops
At the station
I called your name.
It was an answer
So beautiful
It had no question
Last line
Red herring
This is about the first line of this
Memory
Casting a draft
Raisins swallow me
Dipping wet crackers in the Brie
I’m a jacket that’s worn wrinkled
The Lawrence Welk of halfberries
Your ears bend to listen to Lee
Clinging to fistsful of rocky road ice cream
Widow’s walk tongue slides
Walk tongue!
Don’t get caught in the plosives
Potable Poetry
By Wilbur in the woods by a stream
Zapper bulldogs
A mucuswet sky
Won’t release the harvest moon
No Traction In Mud
Tractor
Tract
Detractor
How About Sirius Poetry?
Nova magenta
Sweet cracker nut
Black holes
Gamma raise
Constellations of praise
Picture pick picture
Mood mood mood move mood mood mood
Theme in six syllables
Say Fou!
For form or our four
Or four for u four
Or for our form
Or four for form (Brava, Eleanor)
Bubble
ubble
Bub
bub
ub
Life
Is a missed
Tree
Angels’ echoes
Angels, angels
Flock of seagulls
Descending angels
Down to the depths
Of my crazy, little, manic
Up/down ma, man, manic, maniac, maniacal,
“N””U””T” spells “Nuts”,
Poetic heart.
Hey, Masochist! I’ll give you a sharp kiss
Apocalyptic Entrails
Cryptic conclusions
Trypticfolded illusions
Chipped dick delusions
Endtrail conclusions
This poem!
It actually sucks
But not in (all) the right places
Over grass meadow,
Mirrored birds,
Breathless,
She went
Barefoot to the Buffet
All writers are
Great
Graded
Grated
rated
But not all
rate
And not all
ate
at
The celebrity plate
Vulture
Hidden
In the raven’s shadow
TITLE
Sometimes
The whole meaning
Is in there
Come share my yearning
For… well, not hurricanes nor watermelon
Tomorrow, dreams begin
No
Today, dreams begin
No
Yesterday, dreams began
No
Yesterday, dreams had been beginning
No
Daybeforeyesterday, dreams had begun
Dissappointed tears
Should have talked to the receptionist
To make an appointment
Knee Legacy
Spiked shoes on astroturf
Love is a poet unidentified
In the right setting
Odds 7:5 (demographically)
“Myyyy Grandma was
Stupider than
Youuuuur Grandma!”
I would like to say
This poetry
“Shimmers like a July rainbow”
But this is not true
Rowing into Summer darkness
In only briefs,
He calls himself, “Poet”
I put a flower on the bottom
Of these lines so that someone
Will think they might be poetry
Iris
Perhaps, it’s a ball game
The sun is out
He scratches balls, rolls bat in fingers
A sound!
A sound from the faucet
Flowing into the sewer, the bayou
Then the ship channel
Then the bay and ocean
A sound, a pattering of rain.
Zindi jahh janily rindow
Iddle ahroock tanzilly love
Rashandunah guberick dewerdin
Eddmindoon finnelle galuzin dranook
Skull skull skull skull skull
I think I’ll call this
RiverRhythm Poetry
(With analogous oars)
Buttefirst
Echoes
Writing
Lines in car
Auto accident
Tonight, I will not talk
About death at all
Oops! Already did it.
Christmas cowboy
Stuck by his spurs
In the chimney
The barn
Swallows
Wind
Singing the greens
Because 8 percent of males
Are colorimpaired
Charity begins
….Who cares where?
Saffron
In rice
Clumps
To clamor over
Hubbybubby
You’re a froggie!
Happy anniversary
Snowblind,
I need shadows
To see
What there was of daybreak
Dribbled
Over skyscrapers
Waking up with “blue sight”
Your blue flowers
And blue sky
Would look
Either black or white
Hey, poet, hey hey
Help me make it through
The day
Honey, let’s get rid of the python, okay?
Lookingatapainting
Thatyoucan’tsee
ButIdon’tgiveafuck
BecauseIcanpoetry
Barney’s, New York
That’s where daddy
Got his suits.
So, what?
So, they were good suits
The Altar
I found the title
And expect you
To do the rest
Of the work of
Knowing what
This poem is
Loaded pistol
That’s all
It just sits there
My poetry has
A footprint fetish
Silver million brain drip
Moons so wave spatter sanity
Melting goodbye down lunar sky
Madness becomes a voyaging eye
High and up in the Earthbound moonship
A your, your, YOUR
Poetry For No Cause
From an immortal Autumn
And select songs of scarlet
Procession, in perfumed evangel passion
Of tumbling crystal and windflight,
Swift moon, slipping into ardent freefall
Become elements and, with their velvet vessels,
Press to swiftly multiply
Such landscape
Such sun
Such an open door
But, where’s the
“Girl in the white wetsuit?”
The sharks ate the mermaids
Now, you can fear the sharks
She ladys her headlights into me like
Bumper car cushions, her electrical switch expertise,
The way she fingers it should convince me
She’s got a man
Wants the switch deep inside
Guided only by Chilton’s
Her book of turnons and turnoffs
There IS immediate danger
Retort, retort, retort
Words For A Poet’s Funeral
“That elegy really sucked”
Toe pick
Tooth pick
Ice pick
Pick your pick
We, welfare mothers
Can not live on minimum wage
Turn the page, turn the page
When the poem ends,
The world begins
Blood rains and tears rain
And coffee rains down drains
And love juice rains
And we dance in the rain
Wildlife Loving
Scamper Camper
I fire the woods
To make sure
The animals
Are not dead
Ram stall
Butt out
Bitter scrabble
Letters that
Won’t cooperate
I’m going to do it again.
Hope you get fooled this time:
Irises
Dawn
Arrived
Like a smile
I crawl into the horn of her trumpet
To reach the stars
Gotta care
To crack
That earth
One more time
Let me blow my hot air
Over your
Conifers
Candles crack
Perfect darkness
Gasses shine
In the surround
Earth
Earth
Earth
Poet slips in
A spirit
I don’t even see
Yesterday
Though these tears
Amazing
How the architect of your house
Assumes
That you are not butter
The magic snowflake of art
Melts when the drummer
Stops sweeping his jazzbrushes
Across the roof
Poetry Calm
Moonwillow words lain out over the shadowy swan,
Perfect pitches of serenity
To avoid ANY
Fuckin asshole coming in and upsetting the fuckin balance
Allright?!
…….Okay,
Swan fluffs its wings into midnight silence
Seeds sown in our slippers
We throw out old laundry
Check the pockets of our jeans
For loose grandmothers
When is poetry ever like this
As dull and as commonplace
As zaz?
In my cataract world
All highlights
Are freshfallen snow
Hey, honey,
Your eyes are deviled eggs
You ought to see a doctor
When I see the pear,
Passed over the counter,
I see…..
Ah, shit, I can’t lie
I see a pear passed over the counter
I need an image, a new image
I need imagery, NOW,
Or I’ll go all prosey
Uh, uh
Petunia in a pancake
Uh, uh
Six galloping julien fries
Uh, uh
The moon, sandwiched between lettuce and bacon
Uh, uh
Ice cream dripping onto my sweating cleavage,
Strawberry bosom, scooped by tender tendrils of butterfly
Shrimp
Oh! ….
Uh, nevermind.
Maybe all I needed was lunch
Iguana on a pile of planks
Oops!
No,
It’s just a shadow
Peace
Is the Pong
Of the diplomatic
I write these lines to tell
You I had a bad year,
Feel like a paintbynumber
Cardboard clown
With the colors mixed up
Made me simile
Made me smile
Made me like simile
Made me like simile
Made me smile like simile
Made me like smiling like simile
Made simile like a smile
Sloppy Joe
In my fingers
Makes me hungry
For the past
The Mountains See It Before We Do
But we keep the day
And feed it celery.
Colors,
Fruit
And what they do
(mostly during the weekend
and on vacation)
Moliere’s Favorite Software
Moliere (short list)
Trying to expose the unique
And the __(fill_in_your_choice_here)__
In the ordinary
We make the __(repeat_choice)____
More mundane than it ever was on its own
You know how to waste lines of verse
And the trash can colludes
Star
Car
Bar
Car
Far
Tar
Car
Mar
Char
Car
Char
Star
“When Insanity Comes Knocking,
Throw Away the Door” by D.C. Berry
Was Such a Good Title, I Decided
To Use It In My Title Too
Doesn’t much matter
What comes after
A title like that
Shut (those damn noisy
Birds) Up!
My eyes are fruit
My eyes are eggs
My eyes are whitewall tires
My eyes are two toiletrolls on the floor
My eyes are portholes into my eyes (in the mirror)
She put an elephant in his coffee
Donuts on the side
Called it “madlib” poetry
And left by the window
Lucky Visions of a Lady
First edition
Parole replacement
Magical Music
Melody
Whispers
Promises
Brace yourself!
Here’s an image
My cousin’s braces.
Heehee
Nothing delicate
About the
Spring
In my couch
Joy
Is a timerelease capsule
And grief is a bad cold
No! Wait!
Grief is a timerelease capsule
And joy is a bad cold
I wish I talked
Ching, thump, whir
Clank, phizzzzz.
Then I could talk
To my car
Beware of 1st and Main!
That’s where I saw a vision
Which inspired another poem (not this one)
Village maples
Burn for tourists
Tramp tree
Out of mythology
Pulls up its roots
And leaves
Poetry Titles
“1989, A Pivot Year”
“1990, A Pivot Year”
“1991, A Pivot Year”
“1992, A Pivot Year”
“1993, A Pivot Year”
“1994, A Pivot Year”
Interplanetary Geophysicist Poetry
Plural/ singular
Agreement
Mars the reading
Of lines about mines
And yourses
Plant Trees, Not Three Plants
Go lots, go!
Go lots(in kulots)
Go lots go!
Golots and Helots and Shelots and Welots
And bigots and whatnots in factory car lots;
Now, that’s what I call a lot of diversity.
FragPixleMonsterStretched Skulls
In The Highlights
I see,
Through the painted eye,
I see
Feeling His Eye
Then lumpy
Oatmeal warmed
His insides
There was fire
In the furnace
Astigmatism
Of crosseyed
References
Poking fun at
A sty and stigma
Attached
To infection
Inflection
Flecks of dust
Shake the
An idea
Live in
Infinite unities
(Unless it’s a uni
Tie that you have to buy.
Then just a few will usually do
[are usually enough])
I saw a heron
Spread its wings
Over the entire horizon
But now loons are in vogue
Spreading wings across the cover
In the very latest fashions
fall down
walnut
pudding maker
Psychic turndown
Psychic turnsdown
(Psychic turndowns )
Psychic turns down
A twoway street
A westward highway
With lost hyphens
Under a highway
With lots of hyphens.
Squishy earth
Eats my wheels
In selfdefense
The hot house of my Winter
Was a guard shack
And fantasy
Was the delicacy of my womb
Wildflowers
Blossom
Toward the sun
Wildflowers
Blossom that way
Toward the sun
Here I am in a seashore scene
Riding the waves of words
Seeking the shadowy shoreline
Never forget……
Shit!
….. I forgot what.
I once called the state of Texas
“Zickwickniknik”
Eyes open
Black
(Venetian)
Blind
Everything
Becomes you
Except the white dress
(I want it)
Core
Meltdown
Ore
Feltdown
Re
Dealtdown
Bummer!
The algebra
Of a soggy
Greening brassiere
Dropping children like
Simile
Like smiles
It’s synodic in the western bay
And the stars
Are so close
I can imagine the
World is flat
Foxy
Caught in a trap
She forgot
All about the chickens
Skeleton Bank
RTC horrorshow
A Fear of Displacement
I misplaced it
Poems are acts of acts
So fax me
Axe simile
So I can cut down
Your poet
Tree
Listening to the pitterpatter
Of tiny
Eggs going to ground
My pen is not a speedboat
Trim leg with blond highlights
Long thigh, just out of the covers
Leg draped over the side of a bed
Disembodied
Attached to a “she”
That I will never see
The poem neighed in the saddle of lines
Ellipsis was the horse’s name
Cantering over a field
Of barley in the wind….
No,
Maybe it was a field of rye
October juniper, fleshed civil,
Fused to the present
In shrill fidelities,
Deciduous divisions
Wreathe the woodbine.
Cool chatter remembers
Merciless intervals
Separate growth,
Into itself.
3 lines forsaken
For the “good idea”
Of the following 6 lines
(Which I won’t include here)
A snifter of Summer
(But only one
At a time)
Grey sky floats by
Some days are blankets
Discolored Discovery Discourse
My gosh!
There’s life outside of our fireplace!
Clearer Than
The moon roamed even these landscapes
Of flying haystacks
And the pond’s hot buttresses, thunder colors,
Mysterious wind of scummed peonies,
And magenta poplars.
Bleeding blossoms bloomed
Like there were clouds
And won’t stop
It is October
Everything is
Cool, smells of wholes,
Concrete blisters,
Ice to fill them
Soon.
(And then, of course, it’s going to twist and turn them,
make them swell out of shape and break through their
boundaries and have holey babies so that soon there’ll be
more holes to fill and then leaves will leave, it will
leave and be a different season)
Even the toilet’s scrubbed and foreign.
Someone made the water blue
Domino effect with falling towels
In Lightning colors of hauberked nakedness
Like stiff cotten
And there were flying mistresses of furballs
Against the wall by the spiget
Rhomboid
“Just like the one who ran
What do you do when you’re” RHOMBOID
“`Cus you know you’re” no man?
There once was a man who said nothing
And he was not there
As a shadow
But painted dots
Where his shadow should have been
The monster den
With monster men
We keep putting them down
They get up again
The
Invalid
Is not
Invalid
You saw bearded Blake
In airborne paradise pedantry
I saw a vision of Dryden
No, He wasn’t hibernating
He just didn’t want to be forced
To smell the unwaxed fur
Of soggy bears
Factor contractor
F/contr actor
F or contr act
Cynic
Cyborgpicnic
Boring pick
Ring or pie
Go cynic go
Snicker to your candy
Bar none you’re undone
Belt one down
And die in pieces
Replaced easily
octopusinkwriterreacharms
snailslimelinesteachfeet
Imagery
Rose Blood
Wilting Yellow crud
Green Bile
Part strong Some sperm
Some roots In fresh feces
Survive In plastic
Gay Green Piece
I lose
Letters
Along
Th
Way
B t
m
Ok .
Pyromaniac Poetry
I
Never realized
How brightly
Your lines would shine
Until
I heard them crackle
And saw them
Ablaze
In my midnight
Campfire
Tribal Words
Dancing together
On the outskirts
Of costumed frills
Hemming and hawing
About the proximity
Of petticoats
Beauty heaped upon beauty
Pinkly profligate
Mulch pile with carrot peels, broccoli and beets
Hooves Speed Tail
In streaming thunder
Turf of scuffed hair
Chestnut thudding black
Girl’s brushed like
A young race horse
Here I Sit, All BrokenHearted
The editor
Wants
Only
“Garde”
or
“ApresGarde”
Poetry
In a sort
Of
Right
Guard
Anti
Perspirent
Mode
Theme
he
t(tee)he
hem
He me
Them
The me
Theme
Today
Is a blank day
Blank blank blank
Blank blank
Blank blank
OBEY!
Nibbles that tremble
OBEY!
Friends and loved ones
OBEY!
Toast me
Tea me
Cup me in your calloused heartstrings
In C# Minor
Brazen temple
Garden twin
Flameflesh sky chalice
Golden, silver, emerald
Turquoise, indigo
Violet ruby blood umbar
(Of the moon, of the sea
Of the Earth sun)
Thrall pulleys
Plucking ultimatum
Reenter (poetic words)
River bed remembers
Discovery
But but but but
But but
Volkswagon bugs reissued
Don’t sound the same
Why do the wee old men hide?
Is it something inside
They don’t want the children to see?
Oh! Injury!
What could mollusks
Mean to me?
Oh! Injury!
Insects are swatted
By the sea
Oh! Injury!
Fish taken breathless
Uneaten, rotting
Oh! Injury!
How terribly trite
Compared to the way you treated me
Oh! Injury!
Heroin poets on the roof
Describing what’s around them
Because they can not move.
It’s a big world of art, now
Commemorate your ass off!