Radical (Excerpts From Found Poetry in the Titles and Some Lines From The Poet's Market) by Q.Z. Blaze

Tame hurricanes, blue lightning, 94

“No boiling waters”,

Stasis poetry,

Oh, Summer night! Night without war, 92

Night without the supremacy of white

Snow, don’t you know we all love peace?

(Unless we’re doing the left or right hand twist, 93

dancing to the unvarying beat of stuck feet bah boom.)

On the ocean, the waves should purify 91

With wasteravenous fauna,

In diamonds and froth

How will you complete the soaring flight of thought 92

Your bird sense, like songs on high, over skyscape

skyscrapers,

Resting on concrete cracks where beautiful seeds hide

In dormancy, unable to reach fertile ground

The sky is icy and crystalline and open. 92

I never fly. I’m grounded.

It was war you wanted then

And you shall be blown to bits, astounded,

As I push bombtrigger buttons in the glen.

Machines rust 93

Entropy, entropy

Time is electrons

If geometry is corralled.

My horse loves me

All the time.

My tiller tills

Petroleumleased land.

Houseflies humming in incandescence 91

While the war raged on television,

Hovering over the maggotridden beerbellies

Of the boys we sent to prime (rib) time.

I go to war 93

For my mother’s pasty

Fingers, her orchard,

And glory

I was awake as never before, black rain on oily breeze

A sneeze at the pepper on the potato soup

My Vichyssoise with floating chives distract me from

The smoke outside.

ALABAMA (94)

SITS BESIDE

ANOTHER STATE OF MIND

ANOTHER STATE

OF UNION BUSTERS

In Iraq 91

The brick and concrete are shattered

“Brilliant” bombs are flying in; chickens

Rebels, eagles and fraternizers

Crawl amongst the wreckage

He has no bouquets, in pretty positions 92

To sweeten the smell of putrefying thoughts

Poverty has taken his indignation,

He savages himself into submission

Keeps fertilizing his dreams with manure

To, maybe, grow a flower

To place on her grave.

Inside the camera, 92

We watch the shutter,

Safe for emotion,

Film touched by light,

Briefly,

But destroyed if drenched

By the subject’s tears

ALLEGHENY (91)

GONE

WOODLANDS

Your tree has more circles, 91

Knots from broken branches, leaves that left,

So I use my chainsaw, cut you down to my level,

Sculpt a galloping stallion for friends to fawn over

And leave a giant clearing, too empty for does in

Winter.

By Twit Nevershare 91

I am modeling myself in porcelain

Halfbaked highlights, rerounded

And rerouted in the runny clay,

The glint of light does not enter me

As I shape the outside of my poetry

The condo cries with lonely abandon 91

When they move on once more,

Is soothed by the caress

Of the paintbrush and spackle

Another color, yellow this time,

To cover the waterstains and wrinkles

Scumbled sky 92

Steals the color

From the room I love,

Pasting rainbow reflections

Upon the soaped stains,

Browned against the yellow

I wanted, now darker

Graffiti in a wash

Of orange and purple sunset,

Dimming the yellowbrown

Creation I paid for

Lobster inspiration 93

Antennae and eyes

In a high pressure, blood,

Redsurfaced world,

Without other lives

To live vicariously

Or other

Wise

Chemical waste 91

And the acidsoaked paper in permeable sheets

Frozen fantasy that time deletes

As fads fashion a new death, a new age

The ink runs like water away from the page

Cher(ig)noble care 92

In waves

Radiates from you

RED PAGODA

NO TERMITES TREMBLE

AT RED DYE NUMBER TWO

Why waste a woman’s life 92

With postage sent for vanity

Training her thoughts toward Gothic strife

When she could blow revolution’s fife

Instead of “mine”, instead of flirting with insanity?

Initiates 94

Are always slaves

To some purpose.

Witchcraft weakens,

Calling for power

That was already bestowed

Jung in slant rhymes 94

An archetypal “din”

Not to get lost in

THE ALUMINUM TRANSITION OF THE

AMERICAN VOICE (94)

IS SO CLOSE TO THE CHANTS

OF OARSMEN ON SLAVE SHIPS

BUT WE ARE ….. WE ARE

SAVING OURSELVES FOR POSTERITY

A Kid’s Day in Wonderland 94

My mother hates my arsenal

She hides my Ouzi

Reads from books that lie

Outside, real flesh (smiling

Out of gaping wounds) warriors

Fight for freedom, teeth clenched

Cave dwellers 93

Used friction

To spark stripes;

Hissing snakes sizzled

For their satings.

Now, book worms

Use fiction

To stimulate limbs,

Simulating flame

With crinkles

Not crackles

Under mossy rocks 92

Under (water) pressure

In the muck miasma

Under the big toe of poverty

The sponge

Dreams starfish darknesses

And separation

Neglect? 92

One less cigarette?

No designer sneakers?

Handmedown clothing?

Leftovers often?

No vacation in France?

Caffree coffee?

How dare you claim

Neglect?

You drive your car 94

Naked

But not without

A seat belt

Usedtobe hillside 93

Houses

An ecological niche

Death spares nothing 94

Entropy always

Worms live within us

Hope hangs in there

Like red meat

OOPS!

BUSTLE FENCE FALLS

BOUNDARY BROKEN

BUT THE LAND INSIDE IT

IS STILL OURS

FOR NOW

ANTAEUS, ECCO (94)

FOR NOW

ANTERIOR BITEWING (94)

ANTHOLOGY (94)

OF NAMES BIG NAMES

BATTLES ARE FOUGHT BY

THE FOOT SOLDIERS

His proud march in the gay parade 94

Could have been pride for having, maybe,

Helped to save all humanity

WORN PATH

APPALACHIA (94)

WILD TRAIL

WITH TOILETS

We went up with fat orange backpacks 92

Puffing morning mist into thin scrubbrush

Offered quail Familia crumbs

As the treeline faded downward

Do all old 94

Foot soldiers

Glamourize

Duh

Feet?

Bahboom! 94

Why so few shootings heard about?

Because grief and fear of grief can turn to rebellion,

Retrograde projectiles aimed backwards up the trajectory?

AQUARIUS (94)

DAWNED TO DIM

INTO DROWSINESS

ARARAT (94)

A RAT TAT TAT

THE MOUNTAIN MISSILE

ARC (94)

DID NOT MISS

ARCHAE. (92)

Posthumous accolades 93

Are better than being forgotten,

Rotten, swamp succor

In the everglades of the immediate

How to think in modernity 92

Make existence a greedy glut

Of lowdollar barrels, rolling

Out to sea. We don’t all get

Bombed but all need energy

TO FORGET

ART’S END (94)

The 93

Iris is black

When tossed

away.

Chewing on your words 92

I see an old “B” movie

Not pain

But selfflatuation

Of a twisted sort

Drooling your blood

Like a glasssplintering

Baby

ASHLAND (94)

FIRED FROM

ASH OCCUPATION

In tandem, maybe in toto 91

We all bicycled through depravity

And veiled virginity within lines

Of reasonable length (for no food)

And fought back at their hunger

By seeing the paint chips on withered walls

By hearing the hum of antique motors

By naming the smells as filth,

Not rot, and noting the weather for

Our crisp, clean, debutante diaries

Beneathness 93

You want

A city frozen

Under ice

So that you won’t

Need to put up

With pity

For the chilly mollusks

Creeping into your heart

Objective obliteration 91

Doesn’t cut me

Skewed chronology and permanent brainwaves 92

You don’t need

Sly metaphors of satire

For satire,

To call the U.S. of A.

A parasite monster

Feeding upon starvation and suffering

BARNWOOD (94)

AGED WOOD

BOUGHT

Shellshocked or posttraumaticstressdisordered 94

Someone was saved that day

Pictures without silver 92

For sombrero tourists

In china town moods

When being freaky

Isn’t enough of a freak

To be, (freak being

Only a suffix for “Jesus”

Or a prefix of “for crack”)

Need less words than dis

Ambiguity

ALL MOVIE STARS ARE RELATED

SO I BOUGHT A BANANARAMA BANDANA

TO REMEMBER MYSELF BY

My eyes droop at sound distortion 94

Muffled by a vacuum tightness

In a safe car

On a dark road

Lit by strobe lights.

My father never sleeps

It has been a long time going 91

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.

His Lap Dog 91

Too rich to drive

Myself away,

I stay, sitting

Sad, a tad tipsy,

Isolated like

The litter’s runt

Easter Mourning 94

Children

Running naked

Egg shells breaking

That’s the way 92

Baking

Delicate delights

No noise in the kitchen

Ingredients and temperature

Just right, perfect texture

On the cooling tray

And someone with a sledge hammer

Comes in to smash

The table and counter

The cookies and sink

I know no philosophy 92

That can not be abused

But who ever said

We shouldn’t have girls

As children because

They might get raped?

I’ve got a chair and a stray dog 92

That comes by for food. I’ve got trees diing,

Invaded by insects. They belong to the city,

Both larvae and leaves, and the air

Comes in stinky from Pasadena;

It rains white ash flakes,

Late at night when no one is supposed to notice

When the smell is only registered upon aloevera dreams.

All towns are prostitutes 92

Compromising virtue

For the false comfort

And pleasure

Of being held,

And serving (in)dignitaries

THE

BLIND BEGGAR (93)

SAYS

“IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME TO ME”

Sometimes truth leaks out 91

Of Winter’s broken pipes

Unintended

The house cries

Through tissuepaper walls

And tells the waterstain

Story of aging glory,

Painted over, repaired,

Listing a bit, but still standing

Ditty to DogCatchers 91

My cat needs a licence

To drive your prey wild

Purposelessness 93

Proceeds productivity

For fools frozen

From fear

There is a difference between chewing up children 94

And not stopping the cannibals

So, America is timid, a bystander wussie,

In horror, numbed to complacency by compromise

LIKE A

EUNUCH

BLUE UNICORN (94)

WITH BLUE BALLS

SUGARED AND BUTTERED

The swan flew faster than ever 94

For fearfrozen fish,

Dived and then

BAM!!!!

Headfirst it glided through clear ice,

Outside the Pyrex factory;

A feather landed in the snow

“Ethnic purification” ’nuff said 93

You give yourself too much credit 92

To think the bank

Will keep your records and give you a history

After all your debts are paid.

IN A WAR ZONE

BOSTON BLUR (94)

THE

BOSTON PHOENIX (94)

SPRINGS FROM

BOSTON (94)

BOTTOMFISH (94)

You keep falling deeper 94

Into suicidal bliss,

Imagining how pretty

All the red will be

Against this season’s fashions

Sleep tight 91

Blanket’s big enough

To ward off

Fitful images

BRANFORD (92)

FIBROUS AUTOMOTIVE UNIT,

A HEALTHIER HOTROD,

WITH A REGULAR MUFFLER

Famous people 92

Pop into my

Poetry

So some fool reader

Might hope to find

Their secrets

Madonnapenned

Or Prince Charles

Endowed

NOW THE WEST WIND

BRANCH REDD (94)

IS ENDOWED

Someone died 94

Are you going to get laid

Down with them?

Tachyphrasia 94

Was was better

Than that slow

Tick talk that

Spread like oleo

From Lyme

To infect the forest

With dryrot

Philosophizing,

Rooted only to a treeflea

Or deermite’s sense of purpose

BUBONIC

BECAUSE OF A

BREAKTHROUGH, THE AARDVARK THAT WAS HERE (93)

SAYS NOTHING

Why do the least you can do? 92

Saying that that is the most

I can do, may be

The least I can do for you

Past the travelogue 93

Rome’s ruins

Take more space

In the guidebook

Than on land

BREITENBUSH (93)

LIT ELECTRIC IS A

BRIDGE (94)

TO A

BRILLIANT STAR (94)

What can one say? 94

Would not an Einstein 92

If descended from beer steins,

Loving beer, but full of fat fear

Increase the sales line

By adding some fine wines?

BRUNSWICK (94)

BECOMES ASH

WHEN THE LOVEWAX

WANES

Stones sit 92

Giving the brook

A choice

DNA tells 93

Of shape, not soul

Becoming “I”

Separatist! 94

Does it soothe your guilt

To stay away

When confronted

By a cloudy day?

Sleep poet sleep 92

Your dreams are more true

Your apathy

Tells more about

Your nature,

The searching for sounds

Degrades your sense,

Your blanket more comforter

Than an untangled phrase

CACHE (91)

CASHED GREEN

Cash crop 91

Confused

Corn

Cop(e)

Almost out of the maze 94

Modern man

Turns around to embrace

The haphazard hedgerows

How far underground? 92

Under the underground?

Even the underground

Is dug today. Dig it?

CALIFORNIA STATE (91)

WITH

A film on your eyes 91

Like cataracts

INFRINGING UPON

CALLI’S (93)

CALYX (94)

RIGHTS

She won’t let me come 91

Horniness is to handguns 91

Shopping is to babies

no….

Horniness is to handguns

Sun is to pudding

no….

Horniness is to handguns

Poetry is to propaganda

(the big lie kind, not like good bullshit,

not tainted by only truth and omission)

Cribbage 91

We peg for points

Look for pairs and threesomes

Doubleskunk when we can

Play listless

Play

Birds 93

How pretty they are

Before the pellets hit them

Barrenness was planted 92

In that Winter field

By only one frost

And a proclivity for gold

Rather than the green

Shoots of family farming

With heaters and husbandry

CANDLESTONES (94)

(OR GALLSTONES),

SELFISH LITTLE SURPRISES

THOSE

CANOE (93)

BETWEEN YACHTS CALCULATIONS

Calculus doesn’t count 92

What’s important

By the coloring of curves

The lovers unleash 94

The dogs;

A voyeur spies the movement and motion

Of starvation, finally being fed,

And thinks it is sexy

SOMEONE’S

CAPITAL (91)

IS TAKEN BY

CAPPER’S (94)

MAD MONEY HATTERS

WITH TOO MANY HATS AND NO WORK GLOVES

TO PULL OUT THE ROUGHAGE

CARN (92)

EVIL NINE

CARNEGIE MELLON (94)

STILL YOU TURN ME IN

Dropping bombs 93

Into

Crosshaired poetry

I sit with Superman, Margaret Sanger, 94

Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa,

Ghandi, and any other great name

I can think of, pretending

To hold their hands, in my attempt

To hold your attention.

Mention 91

Sex and death:

Advertiser’s

Poetry of imprisonment

And plain appreciation

Of life unspent

Becomes premium

Insurance bait

Fancy cat claws 92

The Blue Jay

Feathers in its

Frisky little

Mouth

The boy is eating breakfast 94

In a place to be called

“The house of cracked eggs”

Nobody is home 94

When

Nobody is foreign

Chicken Little 94

Pops out

When the sky falls

Less is more 92

In a celluloid world

Without twinkling stars

Sign on door 93

“Gone here”

Your “rage” will 92

Upset the rhythm

Of the message

Of the massage

Of the masturbation

Colonialism 92

Gifts of ideas

For smog

Wanton fate? 93

Before the fortune cookie?

Chinese won ton?

How to 93

Crowd

A childhood

HATS OFF

MOLOTOV

COCKTAIL SERVED NEAT

Paranoia 92

Is the modern

Classic

ART, NOW

CLEANING BUSINESS (94)

CLEVELAND (94)

WALLET WATCH

CLOCKWATCH (94)

YUPPEES

YUP, YUP, UP

Is Minsk the only specific 92

With accordion flowers,

Expanding stars,

Hillhaloed sky

And a thousand million smiles

To share?

THE

CLOUD RIDGE (94)

MATERIALIZES

SOME KILL

SOME KILL BUT WE ALL DIE.

THAT’S THE SPOOKY CONNECTION

Every hunter becomes a prey 92

On the celestial marriage day

Every dream is real enough

When spooky ether gets coarse and rough

ROUGHHOUSE

CLUBHOUSE (94)

SECRETS

The magic hidden inside us is not a trick 92

When……., 91

Don’t……,

‘Cause…..,

And cuz I say so.

A GRID OF DESCARTES

A GRID TO MAKE ART

A GRID TO PLANT THE SEEDS

A GRID IRON TO UNWRINKLE CLOTHES

A GRID TO MEASURE THE SHAPE OF HIS FACE

A GRID IN THE ROUGH

A GRID OF INTENSITY COLDER THAN NITROGEN

COLDDRILL (91)

SOLDIER DRILLED

Biology Boot Camp 91

Minds gorged

Collaboration companions

Shower and soap

The drivel of doctors

Who try to confuse

With philosophy I never

Wanted and jumbled lectures

Or prescribed scripts

That allow me to let them

Draw the course

Of suicide (not mine) dreams

So we can say

College was tough

One guy died

But we made it out

Almost unscathed

COLLAGES AND BRICOLAGES (94)

OF EXISTENTIAL

SERVITUDE

Don’t believe a word I say? 94

She left her corks 91

On the counter

Like a bandage kept

From a warrior’s first wound

From a seething pool 94

Of industrial pollutants

Grow pretty, little flower mutants

Les Grands Mots a la Cote des Mots 94

Go ahead!

Tell me you know

More about war

Because you went to a school

That taught you French

WHEN THE BUS TOUR ENDED IN A FLAT

COMMONWEAL (94)

A COMMON SQUEAL

COMMUNICATIONS (94)

COMMUNITIES (94)

WAIVERING

Indifference was my way, too, 92

With isolation from a halfemployed nation,

But it did not do a bit of good

The children did just what they thought they should.

Held back, socialized to attack, reentry

Blamed them, burning like inflamed, though tamed,

Tiles falling from the shuttle. My child

Now weaves ugly baskets in a world of smart silicone

Dreams and seems to blame me

For closing the door, wasting my taste and time

And might, refusing to fight

For peace with my piece of mind

Instead of leaving it to them and theirs. “Who cares?”

Fell upon them like a fractured missile.

WAIVING

THE COMMUNITY ENDEAVOR (94)

Thesis 94

Antithesis

Synthesis

Thesis

“There is no wealth here!” 94

(Starchfat straining)

Tinkle of spent beer

Against asphalt and scuffed shoes

DEFINED BY

CONDITIONED RESPONSE (93)

Jackrabbit had to, 91

Had little choice

Are you too mad

To use your voice

To tell me truly

Why you’re so unruly

Using your mind you

Put blame behind you

Conjuring genes

And coffin screens?

CONDITIONS (91)

RIPE

FOR

CONFLUENCE (94)

The loser lets his dreams control 92

There are no winners

We all are old

Once we become sinners

CONJUNCTIONS (94)

OF FLESH AND METAL

Multibigots 94

Bag the big bucks

The little bigots

With only one cause

Are too damn real to be political

They really try to express how they feel

And everyone knows that’s dangerous and stupid

Honest bigotry is stupid

Like poverty is a mental illness

So the multibigots who only pick on the

Silent minorities, the multibigots

Bag the big bucks and sail away in their

Big yachts for bigots

How did you know the whole? 92

Add one ripple more

And your lake wasn’t whole

Neither was the day nor the day before

Take one ripple away

Was the lake any less?

Was it an incomplete day?

Did you know or was it just a wild guess,

In the near noon light

That the lake was not a hole

For God’s universe of night?

Did you really know the whole?

Did you? I bid you to tell me

That that wasn’t the poem you were trying to sell me.

not only 92

unclear

thoughts trees

with no connecting

roots but

also rhythm

made leafy

by line breaks

and shortstanza

branches

Justice 93

Just

Ice

In this desert

Melting for money

On Washington Square 92

Bug carpet leaves

Sail on the wind

Multiple visions

Of a greybrown

Day, insect eyes

That don’t see

“The Bottom Line”

Lah di dah 93

So, you get to fly sometimes.

So?

And you blame your wife 92

For dustpan inspiration

In a nation of roses

And false posers

And lonely, wrecked lives?

Trinkets of erotica, shattered romance 92

In twisted love dance crystal

Of diminishing frequency

Refracted into an infinity

Of excuses

THE

COUNCIL FOR INDIAN EDUCATION? (94)

WHY NOT GOOD EDUCATION?

CHILDREN NEED TO SURVIVE WITH HOPE, MAN!

Raven keeps its bill clean 94

Dr. Pain’s a pane of squeaky glass 91

Poor or guilty

Sure trashes

The sixlane

Hatred as the only sin 94

In all its manifestations

Entropy and the hermit’s ears 91

My fear has been that no fir

Would grow, and Summer heat

Would beat me down under fallow ground

Carbohydrate cravings 92

Abridge an asphalt escape

You are distracted by pizza smells

On our drive to a glistening garden

Salt lick suckers 93

Froglike toads

Weather or not

We wear our thick skin

Maybe too much time 94

Is spent on sports strategy

Teaching children when

To foul or break rules to win

Clown delight 93

Alright, alright! 94

Let’s save some trees

I’m going to say 94

Some really nice

Sensitive things

And then say,

“Hey! Trust me.”

Looking deeper into dawn 93

I see that “God’s Peace”

Includes mollusks crushed

By those same seagulls

And crabs clawing at

Each other

A sewerside chat? 94

Your fertilizer falls 94

Unto other people’s lawns

“The language of objects” 94

Is just another excuse

For deniable ambiguity

(the kind that doesn’t plan in all the

possible meanings before printing it )

We all know that green is jealous

Or is it new life?

Or is it the complement of red?

Or is it “not the favorite color of car”?

Or is it pukey?

Or some liver bile?

Or brackish water?

Or a stuck stone?

Or menthol?

Or cool?

Or Oxygen breeding?

Or go ahead go?

Or Light/primary, pigment/secondary?

Or ghastly on the Caucasian skin?

“The language of objects”

Is just another excuse

For deniable ambiguity

Like so many poems

That poets think mean a certain

Thing. They strain against frustration

Veins against fore(head) skin

When their poems, like strippers

And movie stars, are loved

For “all the wrong reasons”

On the lip of your KT boundary 94

I count 26 million years

With my fingers

Whoreship 94

Boatloads

Miracle bodies

Display children

CNN’s Ted Turner 92

Thinks bison grazing

To be more profitable

Than billboard beef

“Nothing thoughtless” 94

We are the beached flurry

There still are pockets 94

For the jingling change

Of your dreams and desires

Don’t get on the page 91

Being truthful

With metaphor 92

Completely truthful

Not sparingly singular

About any truth being

All truth but concerned

That all bread enriches, (does it?)

That all spades dig fertile dirt

That all pages breathe

With life, is not so simple

A do to do, with metaphor

A poet who pulls words 93

From her alphabet soup

To make noodle art,

To make it a job

Crashes to spill

More than crackers

And we are happy 92

With shitencrusted babies

Sweatwet spades

Spermdodging eggs

Swollen malnutrition bellies

And gravesites that make

Life meaningful

Falling down 92

Undergrown garden

Did you think

About it?

Contemplate?

Plan?

Peck away

At the termites

In the tree?

First Eight PenPricked 93

PenPicked Words From a Dictionary

Enlist

Bemuse implode

Claim beautician

At fault communism

DEATHREALM (93)

DECISIONS

DELAWARE VALLEY (93)

DEATH VALLEY

Machine poetry, 93

I presume

Armature of sky

Governor of stones

Carburetor of clouds

Transmission of worn

And broken words

From

A sixstroke engine

Cyl

ders

Misfiring from bad gas

Every asshole 93

Has an edge

Angels dance 92

In the poison penprick

Love cuts,

The tears of ignorance,

Dried

In the gossamer

(again, gossamer? Again, again?)

Wings, tears falling withered

Into endless questions

Water wells 92

Dream folds

Light washes

This squashes

Offense, pretense,

Any sense the poem

Dies in the colors

Of sunset and song

Wells up to take its place

Another wife 92

Wishing for

Separation

A state,

A lone star,

A bank failure,

After threatened divorce

Acid paper 92

Infects the rain

Monologue 91

Of foreign intrigue

From a flower vision

Familial ties

Your crest on your chest

Baretta behind you

Smoking in the brains

Of your alien words’

Bullet marks

You heal 94

You die

The elite, 91

Bored

Trying to PUMP!… this poem up, 94

Another oily feather falls

GOOD FEATHERBOA

BIRDS

DIE YOUNG. (94)

ONLY THE LONELY

DIE FAST

FLY PAST

You 92

Twist the words

Like mountains,

To fit a faceless

Sky

(But, why?)

If towns are born hookers 92

Then boats are born fleas

On the sea and men born

Sperm in doublehelix fury

Electronstyle soul 94

Heisenberg’s uncertainty principal

Hamiltonians for sanity

Walk on a paisley pattern 91

Run to exercise the dragon

Invent flame alchemy

So the smoke falls like snow

Under dragonbreath rain

Invent a city maze to amaze

Yourself, wish spatial variety

Travel the tenuous borders

Kissing children, crying rainbow

Colors, filled with all

Like an unpoppable balloon

Casting no shadow on the earth

(‘cus you prefer alien shadows and tell SAGAFTRA so)

Eckenkar conformity 93

Floating out from all around me

Remind me of the razor 91

For your simple delight.

The candles can now do nothing for you,

Sharing hollow night.

I know when the blood comes out.

Stare into my eyes.

The horror hacks knees, lacks impact on me.

Your cold cruel cuts get old and tired;

The rusty razor holds no surprise,

But the soft, reoccurring warmth of the candle’s glow,

That, is the one great surprise I know.

It’s nice 92

To remember

The street singers

Who sunk

Into the quicksand

Of society,

Past the subway gates

And into the underground

Cowboying for rich folks 93

Bought nitro to blow

Them away with words

Poetry published 93

Misopoetists

Blessing 92

Poverty politely

But boiling because

People

Believe

People

Movies inspire 93

Celluloid delusion

One wino or maybe two 94

Turned Richard into a bigot, it’s true

Seeing a stagger in every impoverished shuffle

Seeing lice in every stubbled face

Set, safely on a dustfree middleclass shelf,

He finds unruffled plumage for himself

And justification for his view of the race.

By The Rotten Eggs Man 92

Cave dweller

Surrounded by perfect moisture

And no new caverns

To perfect the river’s burrowing inward

To form tributaries

Progress sucks, basically 94

Stasis sucks, basically

And now the happy medium is the “radical center”

So, basically, enjoy what you can.

Poxy “Proxies” 94

Give up your virgin

Land

Or we will pull out our

Germs

Factories don’t neglect 94

Children with guns

Time distortion 93

For poetry’s line

Animation taints me, tints me, tries my patience 93

EVIDENCE ADRENALINE

EM SHOCK (94)

EN PASSANT (93)

What you smell is sweat 92

Sweet sweat

Slaves and workers

Sweat the same

But which one is sweeter?

I’ve never seen an eagle 93

Try to fly only upward

EXIT ZERO (92)

Smoky death 92

Ghost mingles

Incense

In sense

Incensed

In sent

Incentive

Pay 92

For your life

Or life

Without pay

Cancer isn’t 92

Only in chemical plants

Migraines make more militants

Quit complaining, you still are alive

You still can do something

Sometimes worth the money 91

You paid

WITH NO FACIAL

EXPRESSIONS (94)

BUT STILL GROWING HAIR LIKE AN

EXQUISITE CORPSE (94)

The freeway is a toll road 94

Trees grow from seeds

People kill each other; all

Family homicides are devastating

But still, the eagle is no swan

Farmer’s 93

Family found

Foreclosed

Battle writer’s block 91

With barren fields?

Family farm is now fallow 92

And I hold on to it,

Trembling, a truant slicker,

Yellow, arriving late.

Drenched in debt, we hold on

To be registered as an historical

Landmark

Everything old is new before 93

Everything trash becomes of war

Everything good is worthy of questioning

None of these words are worth digestioning

It is enough to be alive…. 94

But then……

FEATHER (91)

LIKE THE WOMAN WHO NEEDS TO LEARN TO FIGHT BACK

WITHOUT DISMEMBERMENT,

WITHOUT MAKING CASTRATION LEGAL, WILL BE FOLLOWED AND LED

IF WE ARE EVER TO BE REALLY

STANDING ON OUR OWN FEMININE FEET,

NO LONGER JUST TRAILING BEHIND, A FEATHER

IN THAT EXPENSIVE HAT,

A DISPLAY OF

FEELINGS (94)

VOTERSHIP, LAWS AND LAWYERS, THE LOYAL SISTERHOOD,

OLD MEN AND YOUNG MEN MANIPULATED

Being only figuration 93

Was a figment

Of you margarination

A frig meant to console homogenization

Prop 94

Gand(er)Ganda

Columns

(stacked)

I set the rules 94

You cheated because

The main rule (of mine)

Is that the rules don’t matter

When it’s love or war

The rules don’t matter

Any more than they do in poetry

FIREBRAND (94)

ON HER RUMP

COULD BE MORE DEGRADING

THE

FIRST TIME (94)

IS ONLY THE CHARM

BUT IT TAKES REAL COMMITMENT TO BE BISEXUAL

LESBIAN TRAITOR, TRAITOR LESBIAN, BANISHED BY BOTH SIDES

WHEN I SAY I’M A GAY MAN IN A FEMALE BODY

WHO CAN’T HELP LOVING THE SAMENESS BETWEEN ME AND WOMEN

ALLOWED PERVERSITY HAS ITS LIMITS IN THE GAY WORLD

WHY CAN’T I JUST BE JUST PLAIN BIME?

Baby’s a UPS package at the door? 92

Hoplophobia 94

Streetsweeper words

Chickenpecked imagery

Alphabetical hallucinations

Multisyllabic semiautomatic

2 down one to go

Pressed religion brown dandelions in yellow books

The militia of the new monarchy wait a second

Amend or become outlaw

What can still be painted

Tax words tax bullets

Driveby media law

FIVE FINGERS (94)

WRAPPED AROUND

A DISCOUNT

ACCOUNT

Not the way the cookie crumbles do I go. 92

MAYBE, IF IT ISN’T WORK TO KEEP LOVE ALIVE,

I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN I RETIRE

Nose 92

Carrot

Questbuster

“Ain’t afraid of no” quest

Dreams and schemes

And losses

CLOWNS Welcome!!! 92

Dream

Horror, here!

Nightmare gifts

Poets unite 92

Your tongues

on THIS!

BECAUSE MOST CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE

WE KEEP OUR TWO IN PRISON

Well, there goes the farm. (94)

Well, there goes the nation.

Well, there it goes.

BECAUSE ON THE SINGULAR PATH OF PROGRESS

BABY’S A NEW

GENETIC PROTOTYPE

Your big fucking words 94

That enfold mistaken meaning

The detritus of premature ejaculation

Free salt for your wounds 94

Free focus for us females

Forget it for guys

Wish we never smoked or smoldered 92

Or ran toward rebellion and the test

Of the scientific method

As personal hypotheses

Rhyming Hyphens 94

I celebrate a free lunch,

Okra grown in suntoil

And gumbo soil, veggies

With wellwater

Where silence is the object 92

Secret spirits reign

The WellTailored 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 pseudolife

Pseudolove

Pseudoblame

Pseudosuits of armor

With cashmere cloaks and ribbed edges

The wounded membrane of the sky 91

Cockroaches digging in

Biosphere studies

World turns

Something burns

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 91

You harness your hatred

In bald critiques

The wash woman 92

Folding, unfolding

Laundered bills

Moment sharp 93

Keenly perceived with

Nothing realized

FlatEarth society

Sees one sailboat

In a regatta

Drop off the edge,

Ignores

The fleet

That is swallowed

By clouds

Head in hands 92

Whose head?

Whose hands?

Doesn’t matter

Does it?

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

tizing

Shot 93

Swarming Scold

GALLEY SAIL (92)

CONCOURSE EXPERIMENTS

A MONSTROUS MUFFIN

WITH TOO MUCH YEAST

Walk the stream bed 92

On bouncing Spring legs

The floodexposed roots

Metaphor malfixation

Polygamists of that type

Don’t waste the fertile topsoil

Have a plethora of unbarren

Land for the planting of seeds

Physics has nothing to do 94

With me jumping out of my skin

Nor why

Physics is concerned with physics

Black passion 94

Jungle fever?

Pet a dark animal

To find out where it eats?

Gigilo gentleman 92

Gets his hands

On a monkey’s mind

Pops it open and probes

With fleasearching 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.

PHONE LINES

EVERYWHERE

PHONERS

PHONEES

I saw 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

Letting oranges sit crinkling 92

For history’s dry potpourri

I’ve got to say something about asking for what you want 94

in a way that people can understand

Fuck any considerations of anything poetic, 94

Throw in Tina and What’s Love Got to Do With It?

Over ambiguity? 92

I’ll never get over ambiguity

Or underpants

Starving circle 94

Shares me

With its disconnected innards

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 journalism

Life is a thousand minuscule mindaltering 94

Amazements every fucking day!

Would a gopher, 92

If a gopher could

Hide its home

In a gopherwood?

Oh, get off your dead ass, formaldehyde breath! 94

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 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

Funny how the smog makes 91

Such beautiful sunsets

More like a roar against silence 91

And a whisper replied, “I don’t love you”

GREENSBORO (94)

RAISES TAXES ON CONCEPTS

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

GRIT (91)

YOUR TEETH TAX

PAY FOR PHONE TAPS

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

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?

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 renaysaying

And human carelessness

You embrace your nightmares 92

Write and talk about them

To hide deeper fears

About worlds you didn’t save

Mail art 94

To strangers!!!!!!!!!

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

Pearlhandled revolver turns 93

Gloss(t) 94

Nost

Lost

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

HARDWARE TECHNOPHILIA (92)

TURNED TO TECHNOPHOBIA

FOR TECHNOCRACY,

GAVE

HARPSTRINGS (94)

News reporting creeps into minstrel’s song 93

Artichoke 92

I never saw a rainstorm of children

Or an art

Choke

At the throttle of fad

Etc. 91

Of words for the sound

Of a floating whip, etc.

Before the stinging

Poetry pictures 94

Because they censor t.v.

Queen bee 91

Lies about the honey

Spiraling anchor cord 91

No anchor shape nor weight

At one end, no attachment

To the other, floating yellow

Nylon in a greygreen 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!

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

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.

Holistic health 92

Holding on

With no insurance

HIGH PLAINS (94)

THE AIR’S THIN AND CRACKING.

Voyager, not into space 92

But a merrygoround ride

Leading nowhere

The Pioneer hope of spreading wide 94

The city at night 92

Hides the hazy pace

Of a prisoner released

War analogies 92

Wasted in times of war

About daffodils growing

Where napalm burned

GANGBANGERS GOING WILD,

WITHOUT SUFFIXES

HOPEWELL (94)

PROMISES THAT THE CHILDREN WILL SOON PLAY

HOPSCOTCH (94)

Dreams 91

Dust to dust

Days

Paying for Rebocks 91

Rather than a good school

Book

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.

Living like there is no outer space 91

Hovering around a landfill flowerpot

Hummingbird gone

Houston has a law which says 92

You can’t ask how much heroine costs

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

Up 92

The light

Public

Streets

Of my history

Tripping under welltraveled 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.”

The old home place 92

Is a real disgrace

Moonbeams or no

IMPLOSION IMPETUS (94)

Glorify weakness to feel fresh? 94

Pins don’t capture it 91

Chaos is not a butterfly

Yeah, 92

I can’t tell

You what these

Lines are really about

Talking

Like an insurance adjuster

Asking questions

After an incident

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

You go round 94

In triangles,

Bearcub,

Slapped back and forth

Between food for thought

And thievery

Life’s not your boulder 92

If you’ve no shoe with which to stub

Your toe against a rock that doesn’t hurt

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

All the goods are mean 94

Heplophobes 94

Try to outlaw

My feminine mystique

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

THE TRUCKERS

GATHER IN PACKS

THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM

FEAR

LESS

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

ALL

ISSUES (94)

TWISTED

ITALIAN (94)

PRETZEL PONTIFICATIONS WITH ONE

ITALICA (94)

IT’S A MAD FLYBREEDER (93)

“perverse citrus” 92

JACARANDA (93)

JACKSON’S ARM (94)

MARMALADE TYPE

JAM TODAY (91)

MELáNGE

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

Shock the monkey 91

Train 92

Foul wince

Daunting stitches

Follow exactly

Coals live when we 91

Need them to stoke the fire

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

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

Electric alternating current 92

Like new blackouts of news

In spurts of superfluous info

We see by the light of unfound electrons

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

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

She died on a couch you could see? 92

Were you watching a movie?

Or could you have helped her?

As a perpetual foreigner, 92

The idiom of stifled freedom

Escapes me.

I’m underpaid

Under wear poetry to capture

Smells and dribbles

So street clothes can stay clean

Lobsters still claw 92

Bluff backwards

Under rocks

Before they are red,

Embarrassed on ice,

Under glass

Farming words 94

Can’t seem to break

The weed cycle

Keeping alligators 92

Out

Of our living rooms

We poison the pond

Stripers are full of foul 91

Contagion

No longer the rainbow fish of the harbours

Cattle 93

Compared

To trees

Unions 91

Make work

A dirty word

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

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

Tunnel dug 94

Into no light

Ending

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?

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

Mirrors and ripples 92

Waves and warm spots

And no electricity hum

No boombox distraction

No news about the war

Widows 94

Wanting

Windows on the world

Worry about

Wanton moments

With wasted gigolos

Wrinkles and riches

With real words

A rarity

River runs 92

Into hydroelectric puns

Drowning versal valleys

LANDFILL (94)

Landmines 92

Turned us

Back to the sea

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.

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

Stuck, broken, on a halfsawed limb 91

THE LEADING EDGE (94)

OF REBELLION

IS JELLO

Well, well, well 94

The water’s no good anymore

Sewer, sewer, sewer

Going to war 92

They gloat about glory

Because a bluff is better

Than a cliff edge

Lah lah lah 92

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 92

A good spanking

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

Yeah, right, all the good ones are already dead 94

Might as well give up then, huh?

I can not tell 92

A truth

I hid my axe

“Do the twist 94

It goes like this”

Homey hexagons 91

Are not enough reward

For the waxworm crowded Queen Bee

I have a message 92

And it is,

“I have a message”

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

Domesticated 93

Cool and hasslefree

UnAfricanized

Honey bee

Riot Runouts 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

Your children are under 91

Employed

Falling into the water

Under London Bridge

Living 91

But not laughing

I secede

From my drawl

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

Loom 92

Over

A carpet of lies

Spin the top 91

Of the world

Right off

For infantile

Fun and profit

Guilty pictures in the attic 92

CAN I MAKE WORDS

LOUDER THAN BOMBS (92)

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

Gobbeldygook sticks a knife 92

Into its own mumblypeg leg

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

Grossetto? 91

I thought myself a bit of a genius

Until I discovered how many words were

Missing from my family’s abridged dictionary

Yup, yup it up 93

LET NOT

THE VILLAIN

EAT

THE MACGUFFIN (94)

BEFORE IT BLOWS

THE LEGS

OFF THE TABLE

MAGIC MOUNTAIN (94)

STRIP MINED

says “goodbye, little robin wing” 94

says goodbye to the magic

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

Alright, now, who put the spinet in the garden? 92

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.

HUNGRY FOR THE

NEW

MANNA (94)

An anonymous roll or muffin to tempt us 93

Siesta dreams 92

Shift into moribund

Malevolence

Vatican II 94

Precession procession

A wobble every 26,000 years

Or so

REAMS WRITTEN

ELITISM REDISTRIBUTED

MEMORABLE MOMENTS BY INVITATION ONLY (91)

It was a legend of a myth 91

That secondary education

PREPACKAGED

MEMORY LIFT THE COVER (92)

Pandora has brown eyes 92

This time

BOOKS FROM

MERGING MEDIA (93)

WITH NO NEWS ANYMORE NO REAL INFORMATION

BUYING STATISTICAL POLLS ABOUT THE COST OF LIVING

AND INFLATION WITH NUMBERS THAT DON’T ACCOUNT

FOR PRICEFIXING OF FOOD TO AVERAGE AGAINST

SKYHIGH HOUSES AND IDIOT CARS NO LONGER CARS

BUT MOBILE UNITS THAT LOOK LIKE WINDTUNNELSQUASHED

BOXES ADDING “FEATURES” SO AERODYNAMISM

AND SEWING MACHINE ENGINE POWER AND PAPERTHIN 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

METAMORPHOSIS (91)

IS CORPORATE ANATHEMA

UNLESS COVERED IN THE QUARTERLY REPORT

UNLESS PROJECTED UPON A PRIVATE SCREEN

Pretend emotion 94

With a pseudo name

“And away go troubles down the drain”

I hear the skin of the Governor of Texas wrinkling 92

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

Houses squat upon radon 93

Calling themselves Uranus

Uranium

Throwing a simple line 91

Baited for poetry fish

THEY NOTICE BUT IGNORE THE EFFECT OF

MIDNIGHT ZOO ABERRATIONS (94)

CLAPPING

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 picnicpink day

Writing drought poems 94

While St. Louis sits

Under ten feet of water

I say that everything is a woman 92

Nothing is outside of femininity

Or the feminine domain, nothing.

MEN BALK

Trying for earthquakeinspired 94

Resurrection, trying to pull out

Of a deep pussy willow sleep

Twisting definitions to tame the confabulation 94

The Earth may stop turning for lack of 91

Revolution

Everything goes to the laundry today 92

Dirty laundry, lies, illgotten gains,

Dodgeball 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 bloodred hues for

Anything but eyegrabbing 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

Doodoo 94

Dropped in the crack

Between poetry and concrete

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?

SITTING IN THE FREEZER

CAN BITE AT THE TOES

Tell the history 94

Of our society

In social security numbers,

Credit card records,

Passports and obituaries

Consider the cat 92

Run over

Softly squeezing out colors 93

The gentle beast strangles

For purpleblueyellowgreen

Face effects

My mother said some beautiful things 91

One of them was that nothing is wasted,

Not in a human life of learning and love

I’m a tin snip 92

Tearing malleability

To shreds

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

In life we define life 93

Dreams decay faster than paper 91

If a dreamer throws them away

When we both know he has power, 93

We no longer enjoy my groveling

Woman, buy your seeds in a Burpee Catalogue 91

For all your fertile attempts to cultivate

That belching, incontinent man

Don’t give birth mother 91

Don’t try to change things father

Be coddled by propaganda while baby cries

The woman next door got scared over the years 92

She yelled that she would shoot me when I offered

To fix her gate, hid her lover in a backyard trailer

Let the dog doo build up inside the house so that

When the church finally came to take her to a home

It was six inches thick over the whole floor

The burro she left lame was fed for a while but

Soon disappeared. The church sends men to mow her lawn

The people on the other side said she was once a very

Important person in town, loved by everyone.

The limb’s secret passion for bats 94

Pipe bombs to blow away metaphor

About memory

And nose undercurrents

entitled 93

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.

Mom said “Nothing is ever wasted” 94

Even Chekhov for beginners

Like a whole bunch of things that sound really good 94

It’s what follows that counts on a menu

The price tag that exposes the lie

Relish the death of those that annoy you? 92

Must hard actions be matched by hard thoughts?

Catsup, will ya?!!!

Grit bass, a submarine capitalist 91

Naturally drawn to the hook

Let the world be the child 91

You can not bear

Those bugs drive me toward 91

Frustrated insanity

In Summer’s insistence

Stuck here in Houston,

Without a fresh Spring

Hope is in the fact that we refuse 91

to be defined for ever

Stainless steel makes brillo a curse 92

More militant flora 94

Conspire against

The farmer

Who imprisons them

In mounds and rows

Denizens eat venison 93

No one wants to hear 91

that someone was killed for them

Paranoia for president! 91

Oooooops! Wrong New Renaissance 93

Where the doe dies is today’s poetry 92

NEXT EXIT (93)

To combat “no exit” 91

The magazine is dull and dead 93

But the idea of the magazine lives on

The starved children of Somalia are all dead 93

But the idea of starved childrenhood lingers on

War ship 94

Worship

Wordjumble wasteland and not the good kind either

The day it is yours 94

Carp and catfish

Lines dropped into mud

Our dreams are twisted by the mass spectrometer 92

Blame to Tame 94

It’s your fault

I’m not a revolutionary militant

So, there!

New Hampshire poets gloating about the good life

That where I’m going for

Solitude with a change of scenery

Boy was convicted for atrophy, a trophy 91

Earth in October dusk 91

Fights

Does not call it

A night

Subway art graffiti and graft 93

Funny pop machine 91

Popping hilarious caps

Into my head

She, in college, bucked a trend, volunteered to be 92

A capitalist

Okay, okay, you got away, dainty words 92

and faith intact

Night drops the drapes 94

Lights out

Engines humming in the sky

The shriek of falling secanols

Bad music to do the rebellion thing, today, 91

When parents think all good music is okay

There’s war 94

After there’s

War with rules

Packed court 94

Pact

Packed a punch.

I packed.

Armstrong 91

A single leave

Footprint

On moon dust

Left (you’ll never get home on your right, with your

rights)

I go watchless 94

The future is measured

By no ticking clock

The past sounds no longer of “ticktock”

And today there is too much to do

Herpes hickies 94

Smiling glint

Of corporate bureaucracy

I usually get dinner and flowers before…

Stock shock 92

The blood stroke

Spoke in a heartbeat

The broker broke

The bad news

On a black day

Putting her on her back

Speechless

Peachless

Each less

Ach! Less

Chess moves

To make tomorrow

THEY ACT LIKE THEY’RE ON

SOME TRACK, SOME REAL

PATH (94)

THAT’S BEEN DEFINED BY THE

PAUPER’S (93)

LIFE

“PACKING FOR PEKING”

The crude statue, white,

Keeps falling in my head

The white of the suitcase

Is not pure white like that,

Under the tanks’ lights

My underwear are not white like that.

How can I travel?

THE SEEDS OF SOME POTENTIAL

PEACE (94)

PEACEMAKING (94)

SOMEWHERE, SOME TIME

BUT NOT NOW!

SUBSTANCE

PEGASUS (94)

SHIMMERING, STOMPS THE

POLITICS OF POVERTY

FLYING OUT OF THE TRANSFORMATION

INTO NOTHING LIKE HAPPINESS

NOTHING LIKE BLISS

Why plant and plow 93

For Hemlock now

When poison is so

Omnipresent? Hoho.

No! 91

Time has its way

Of making us forget

Why we were together.

Come on! Tell the truth!

COMBINING RACISM AND DIVERSITY

PENNINE (94)

COMPLACENCY

Slow Thinking 92

Using Einstein equations

To reach past the heavens?

The same essential stillness 94

A brassiere cutting off circulation

CAPTURING SOULS IN A

PEOPLENET (94)

Da nang 92

Da nang

A burst and a bang

Politics tosses

A grenade of losses

Now,

How does your poetry

Hang?

Flack into Marcuse in a geodesic dome 94

And not even the red, red of blood

Red roses or a steak dinner, beforehand,

Before hands and geodesic shrapnel hit.

MOST OF THE WORLD EXPLOITS WOMEN’S

WEAKNESSES. HERE, WE EXPLOIT

THAT WEAKNESS, TOO.

ANY SISTER WHO DENIES IT, LIES

Pompoms and poems 92

On pretty legs

In pretty lines of

Please, release me!

I STARTED THIS, BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SISTERS BEING RAPED?

WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER THINGS THAT MAKE THIS UNIMPORTANT?

Redefining Slavery, Defining Comfortable 91

At fundraisers

Politicians straddle

Fund razors

Actions are something else 94

The arrow is so much that is not poem

Paper on concrete instead of concrete on paper

Designing instead of finding words

Now your “beauty” is controlled 91

By the hairdresser’s words of praise?

Sun, 93

Roots growing into eclipsing

Airsoup haze

Today you are more fiery

Than friend

An arachnid mandible

Chewing away at

Our butterfly cocoon

Oh, yeah The mango lady be so happy 92

Smiling for you with her sticky fingers

She not fuckin’ for your inspiration

And entertainment. She just fuckin’ smiling.

So you can write her teeth as “like piano keys”

Stereos and steroids 92

We buy, buy, buy.

This poem has the quality of Sears aluminum siding 93

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

That’s democracy now 92

Don’t shoot them,

Silence them

Make other people

Deaf to their words

If you don’t like

Their poetry

Make paper and postage

Expensive

PerNew 94

SpecDif

Few rest 92

Actual pour

Compassion blood

Then quiet

Silenced words

The sophisticated lie 91

Always was a modeled

Version of the truth

Skeleton of Poetry 94

Sel e ton of poetry

Screen 94

Door

To technocracy

Never Say Never 94

“Nothing is right”

This Spring, but you don’t write (or do you?) that

“Nothing is left”

Poison pellet penned on 93

Poison producing paper

Dioxin to describe

Cancellation of chlordane

If I wanted to cater 92

To the highest common

Denominator of humanity

What would that be?

Hard to Make You Count 91

A list of lists

Or a list of live things

Is as hard to count

As a list of dead mementos

So I add a dropped angel wing,

Ripped from her left side

For your violent poetry

Your “Mommy! Mommy!

It’s a mummy!” lines

Your obituary imagery

Your seashore sloth

Preferring poetry penned for lazy tongues

Like aural sex without foreplay for play

Depending, so much, upon who does the reading

And for whom

On chalky lines 94

Of stadium imagery

And contrived crowds

He plays an away game

Of the poetic mind

Contradiction 92

Too wide to admit

Darkness

He’s an economysized

Asshole

Life 93

Is a missed

Tree

Apocalyptic Entrails 94

Cryptic conclusions

Trypticfolded illusions

Chipped dick delusions

Endtrail conclusions

When advertisements 92

And Hallmark

And the war effort

Take the pretty and heroic poetry (for effect)

Then poetry must be

About something other than (just) flowers

And sunsets

If cut flowers and the sunset

Of life, the inevitable death

Are okay (for adverts, Hallmark and propaganda)

Then poetry must

“Rage, rage against” it.(them)

Ultraradical 94

Big, bad bully,

Littering

Little paychecks

Along the roadside,

Free radioactive pennies

For children to pick up

Puce Debussy 94

Cyberspace waves

Pusillanimous tones

The terror of error

New symbols to transpose into

Art/artisan/work translations

And the mother (La Mère) of all C: drives,

Pookie, pecks at her puce computer;

Pucilagenous cellulose keeps time until five

She keeps typing away, drifting in an electron ocean

Into the symphony of a creamgrey day

In a fog of radioactive VGA vapor 93

Astride the information highway

She shrinks from the sun

Never sees their son

Weighs three quarters of a ton,

But she’s in there, on the bus,

Ms. missing, Ms. minimillionaire, Ms.

Autoexec

15 inch knife 94

Or standard 6 inch blade?

Always propaganda?

No truth, no news to use,?

Always the halfback theory?

Always the O.J. monopoly (FLA, CALTEX)?

Always some football legend

Caught up in the black myth?

Soldiers! 91

You went through Soldier Hell

Don’t tell the story

THEY want you to tell

The story you think we thing we want to hear

Do you slaughter your brain 91

Like your cow?

Is that simplicity?

Is that my Elsie?

The fan on the IBM XT 93

Winding down after the circuit’s cut

That’s an eighties metaphor for death

During a blackout

Vulture 94

Hidden

In the raven’s shadow

On the Gonads of Grief 94

We are worms in a can

Lens Occlusion 93

Hunter with scope

Thinks he’s bigger

They dump their waste on us 91

Saying, “you want the good life?”

Hide maps of contaminated areas

Like they hide their combination safes

Inland revenue (for the children)

Pay tax

To play clean

They dump their waste on us

Saying, “The reason it smells funny, like that,

Is because it’s art”

Tomorrow, dreams begin 94

Today, dreams begin

Yesterday, dreams began

Yesterday, dreams had been beginning

Daybeforeyesterday, dreams had begun

Dr. Spock’s Little Monsters 91

Some, twisted, turn

On the memorized road

Of “for a nickle I will

Blow up the toll gate.”

When women go mad 94

In Texas

They stack the men

Behind the dryer

Dissappointed tears 92

Should have talked to the receptionist

To make an appointment

The angry poets 91

Who feel and know great injustice

Only to be silenced

Are they included in that

“All who love?”

Then, who is not a poet?

Knee Legacy 93

Spiked shoes on astroturf

Zen 91

Suicide?

Rushing River 92

It’s not fair to the delta

To be so close to the ocean

With you,

Seedless, tired, running away.

RIVELIN GRAPHEME (93)

NO! COMPUTER GRAPHICS DO NOT MAKE UP FOR THE SMILES LOST TO

RIVER CITY (93)

RIVER RAT (94)

Perhaps, it’s a ball game 94

The sun is out

He scratches balls, rolls bat in fingers

SheetMetal Husband 93

Sheetmetal machine

Sets the rhythm

For our sex

CIA, dropping 91

Palm tree microphones

On the Ho Chi Min Trail

Every martyr is sacred 94

Every suicide is sacred

Every life is sacred

But some tongueless people

Work on computers

ROMANCING THE PAST (92)

Tarnished with newness 92

Mass graves to hide swollen 92

Reasons

Sand turned to help blood seep

Away

We go on with a certain

Justice

But justice

Just

Ice

In this desert

Automotive Mother Goose 94

Fairy tales for women

And a few sensitive men

(The rest of the sensitive men

Can run home to mama

Like the crybabies they are)

I’m almost used to not knowing where I’m going 92

Since they bought that trailer and sawed off my tail

I get the eerie feeling they’re going to make a show

Of me. (At least give me a luxury ride to the glue

factory)

Seasons of Contempt 92

These new laws like

“The Freedom of Access

To Bathroom Entrances Act”

These new laws are deadly

Are killing my business

Retort!

Tort

Retort, but all there is

Is retarded reaction,

Reticence to move the legal

Mountain for this molecular

Tart who screams out into

Blank lust, “I would fuck

The whole world for freedom!”

This tart tastes the tramp

Trickle on my tongue

I can’t blow the jobs back

In this foul, flatulent wind

Of world order wishfulness

I bow my head, beaten

But will bounce back……

Now, I’m on the attack!

At this point, 92

History has a right to say

Of me and my sisters

That everything bad

Said about us was true

That we have been stupid

And whining, trite with

Hackedknees

Charity begins 93

….Who cares where?

Snowblind, 92

I need shadows

To see

Catching running vines 94

Of dewberries for breakfast

Took until afternoon

Empty frame 91

Where our first dollar

Should have been

Prego, prego 94

Too much salt in the waffles

And I thought the best

Ingredient, the bignamechef

Ingredient, was supposed to be love

Orchard Memories 91

Trees growing back

But what does not?

What is this sense of loss

I feel?

What have I forgotten, here?

We were never not lost 92

On this backslide of a booming

Generation,

We were never not lost

Can’t get ahead 91

Can’t get head

Can’t get my head

On crooked enough

To make some real money

Like they say, 92

Bullshit walks,

But they don’t mean

The kind that just sits there,

Steaming

Sissypus 91

Depending upon your friends

To “hold me back!”

SANGRÉ SANGRÉ (94)

SANGRIA WHEN I SEE YA

IN LUCKENBACH WITH JERRY JEFF WALKER,

BUT DON’T LOOK BACK YOU “DESPERADO, WAITING FOR A TRAIN”

Lookingatapainting 92

Thatyoucan’tsee

ButIdon’tgiveafuck

BecauseIcanpoetry

To dam or not to dam 93

That is the fishy question

ALTOGETHER SCREAMING “IT’S FLOUNDER , IT’S STRIPER!”

SCARP (94)

Barney’s, New York 92

That’s where daddy

Got his suits.

So, what?

So, they were good suits

Loaded pistol 93

That’s all

It just sits there

Poet, But Not For Long 94

I came to the conclusion

That anything human

Is too tainted to touch

Redundant ambiguity 92

Casual, anonymous suicide 93

Slap that bat’s ass 92

If it eats your wristwatch

Leave it alone,

If it only wants insects

The sharks ate the mermaids 91

Now, you can fear the sharks

There IS immediate danger 91

Retort, retort, retort

Paint pretty pictures in my brain 94

And then snap small bones

In the “snowy field of foxtracks”

Dripping blood fluids, all about

Corporate power 91

Is the perfect tyranny

With no succession

To kinder kin

And no queen, there,

To let love sink in

BUT, BUT, AT LEAST……..

THE BEAUTY OF SHAKESPEARE

OVERCAME BODY SMELLS, STILL DOES.

TODAY’S POETRY IS SO FRAGILE THAT

IT CAN NOT STAND TO BE PISSED ON.

TODAY’S DELICATE POETRY

DOESN’T DARE EVEN TWEAK

THE NOSES OF UNDERGROUND MONARCHY

WE DON’T HAVE OR NEED JOBS

TO SUPPORT OUR CHILDREN.

THEY’RE FLOATING IN THE INTERNATIONAL

WATERS OF THE WORLD BANK

AND THE MONETARY FUND, RAISED BY EXPERTS,

THE SAME BREED WHO SAY WE NEED,

BUT WON’T FIND, ANOTHER SHAKESPEARE.

Good poets need not say “fuck” 93

But what the fuck?

I always had problems with authority

We, welfare mothers 94

Can not live on minimum wage

Turn the page, turn the page

You gave your life to 91

The dream you dreamt of me

I did too

So sorry

Father’s Lesson 94

All love is precious

Sheltering the Anemone 92

Go on, eat me

When there’s nothing left,

You’ll move on

In toilet tissue details 91

The big black boot

Of injustice is spared

A forest review

Forever frozen in midsentence 94

Kickboxing karate angels

I will tell you that I really …..

Gotta care 91

To crack

That earth

One more time

Consider the options, 94

What you could be doing, right now:

Love 92

Does not always take on

A particular tone,

Gives in peculiar,

Unexpected ways

SOCIAL JUSTICE JOURNAL OF CRIME, CONFLICT, WORLD ORDER (92)

And prison was all about brain scrambling 92

Before they gave up and called a trash strike

And threw rotten eggs and sticks and bombs

IN THE

SOCIETY (94)

Battered 92

War and pancakes

Withered 94

Before mankind was so terrible

So hopeless and hollow

You heard the tones of “in whose image”

I don’t even see 92

Yesterday

Though these tears

Muscatine omniscient voice 92

And such limited knowledge of she, they, you, it

Anyone, anything

Poetry Calm 94

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 93

We throw out old laundry

Check the pockets of our jeans

For loose grandmothers

I’ll describe a scene 93

To trigger visions

So that you’ll listen,

Like the puppy licking my chocolate breasts,

To the last line, which I will

Throw in as a statement.

Live free or die.

Perfection 92

Alberto the Cuban rebel/guitarist

Taught me how to split a log for the fire

(9 millimeter bullets are expensive and fun but

also efficient)

You read these lines, nothing. 94

When the horizon is bigger than the moon 92

Can you see the crack

In the atmosphere?

Can you see

The brown asshole of fluorocarbons?

CAUGHT BETWEEN THEIR

SPLIT PERSONALITY (92)

Schizophrenic Poets and Religious Lovers 92

Hating progress

Loving the fruits of it

Sucking the juice out of their wordprocessors

No man 94

Has had his hands up my dress

And down into the elastic of my pantyhose

For years and years,

Since one, (that one, that time),

Who was folding my clean laundry for me

Asked, stretching those plastic containers of legair,

“Why do you wear these stupid things?”

No good answer came and until one does,

I won’t.

SQUEAKY WHEELS (92)

Squeak, squeak 92

Squeak,

Squeak

STAND (94)

Man, 92

This ain’t right, man.

I don’t want no fuckin’

Hang gliders

Scaring my fuckin’ birds

Staple this to your brain: 93

You can call the cat with poetry

When I see the pear, 91

Passed over the counter,

I see…..

Ah, shit, I can’t lie

I see a pear passed over the counter

Treasures? 92

Don’t natural wonders display their own price tags?

Once there was no imagery worth naming, 92

We had to resort to video

The game warden 93

And poacher

Entertain each other

Chalk crumbles to bits 92

In the excited teacher’s hands

We, the experienced, know the value of chalk

Hey, don’t sing bird songs to a cat like me 94

You 94

Really mean nothing to me

I’d rather have a revolver

Than your facedown, flat poetry

Greenpeace Speedboat 91

Ocean waves become lines of poetry

Splashing, jumping

Toward the truth of the sea

THEY HAVE US COMPETING

IN DEAD FIELDS

LIKE POETRY

(THOUGH TEACHING AND LECTURING MAKE MONEY)

THEY HAVE US COMPETING

COMPETING AGAINST THE BODY

THAT USED TO BE “OURSELVES”

THEY HAVE US COMPETING

NOT THE GOOD KIND, EITHER,

FOR TOO FEW PRIZES

FOR ALL SISTERS TO SHARE IN

JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP US,

SISTERS AND BROTHERS

FROM COMPETING AGAINST THEM

AND WHO IS “THEM”

IF ANY ONE OF “US” KNEW THAT

WE WOULD BE OUTCAST FROM “OURSELVES”

AND WHAT IF ALL THIS IS PARANOIA?

IF THERE IS NO “THEY”, NO CONTROLLING

ENTITY THAT WE ARE NOT,

THAT WOULD BE THE BEGINNING OF PARANOIA

It is easier to pen silver lines 92

When you’re born with a spoon in your mouth

“Hello, my friend, so good to see you again 91

I been down so long, all by myself

I just couldn’t make it. Keep on straight ahead”

Radical Lonna 94

19yearold poet

Who says she is lonely

Protests nothing

“Kill My Landlord” 94

`Cus Cambi says we got mushroom clowns

Growing up our asses (or was it blowing up our asses?)

And tyrant whales about to overthrow us

And just enough air to breathe

To pay off this month’s thrills

Does socialism mean that all those young 91

Spikes get an equal share of my pussy?

To each according to need?

From each according to ability?

Would my pussy be under state control?

“Oh, it’s like that everywhere,” I’m told.

Peace 92

Is the Pong

Of the diplomatic

We arrest you for having “no I.D.” 93

That sounds like fascism to me.

I defend the public 94

With my degree, my wits

And 27 years of T.V.

ASPIRING TO

STUDENT LEADERSHIP (94)

IT IS ALL ABOUT POWER AND ACCESS

Brimstone dream invasions 94

Is it the city or some asshole?

Empathy 91

Burnout and not a peep from the

Pope

Nothing happened 92

Didn’t cut my finger

There’s no way around it,

Three bottles

left

Tragicly pretty 91

Cyan starburst

Burning out before

It reaches 7 billion

GET OFF IT!!

TALKIN’ UNION (91)

We’re talking mob rule 91

Doubleentendre intended

Better organized crime

Than the other kind;

Then, at least, you know

What kind of asshole

You have to be.

When we begin to believe

We’re talking survival

It’s easier to get us

To agree, “Fuck Freedom!”

Steal this book of mine 92

So I can’t read

“Steal this poem”

The Mountains See It Before We Do 92

But we keep the day

And feed it celery.

Donna, making crooked tracks, 94

Trudging through the deep snow

And wilderness of her mind’s exile

And the twisted path it takes,

Steal heat from the heart.

Then she wakes, startled,

Dumping halfgallons of icecream

In buckets, to the freezer floor

Of the grocery store

Semantic confusion.

Having left it to cool off

In the walkin refrigerator,

It was not an exile but an exaisle

Moliere’s Favorite Software 92

Moliere (short list)

Insurance 94

Seat belt laws that 52% of the people ignore

Laws that fence in pools from the public

Laws that make life both “safe” and stupid!

For whose insurance?

My dogs turns 92

Into

A monkey

Before me

But it still can’t

Climb up a tree

Let’s talk unemployment 92

And the Monetary Fund,

The 8 to 28 percent

Psychological sacrifices

To world “order”

Chaos is not a butterfly

Order is not butter

Oblivious 91

Complacent, comfortable

In a cage,

Squeezing in on you

You bring down the hatchet 92

To chop the timeline,

Cut me off from the past

Creating the monsters of a bad trip, 94

Goofing, they used to call it,

Scaring up images of animals

To inject into our dreams

Scarey scarey animal kingdom

Scary dark Africa

You make me wonder

If you aren’t a hunter

Or a land developer

Or a concrete contractor

Or a politician

Now, the creek 92

Where I first

Fucked him

Is polluted

Lucky Visions of a Lady 91

First edition

Parole replacement

Magical Music 92

Melody

Whispers

Promises

Sweet tree lines 94

(Awash) In fall colors

So to hear the sound of “timber”

All those rich women 92

Carrying around celestial bodies

(The sun, the moon, the stars)

In their purses

While, we, less fortunate ones

Must cherish them

With pursed lips

Shaken, 94

Not that the world

Is changing,

But that there’s nothing

Familiar;

The hype’s so good

Shall I put a moral 92

Into a verse with rhyme?

Or should I, rather, get a job

And make some profit from my time?

Coin in a fountain 92

Coin in a cornfield

Coin in an empty street

Oh, where have you been, little coin, little coin?

Oh, where have you been, darling money?

After Occupying Hollywood 92

Washerwomen

Mothers

Wives

And whores

Populated poetry

Village maples 92

Burn for tourists

Tramp tree 92

Out of mythology

Pulls up its roots

And leaves

A Simple Statement 91

ANY person

Who fights authority

With fists against guns

Anyone who needs to get in

A few blows of her own

When the police come

When the guns are drawn

When the handcuffs are tightened

Any fool who wastes

Revolutionary ardor on being

Beaten, without even martyred

Possibilities, without a video,

Without waiting for a lawyer,

Without finding out first

What is really REALLY going on

Is more a part of the system

Is more fraternizer, more of a cog

Is more of a traitor to any revolutionary

Cause, than is the apathetic or the fearful

And any fool who thinks murder helps

ANYONE but the superstructure

Which exists, right now,

Is lying when she calls

Herself informed or revolutionary

Because death has always been society’s

Most useful tool.

TRONA RAG OF NO ALLEGIANCE, ASKING “ARE WE GOING TO A FUNERAL?”

THE IDIOT’S FRIGHTFUL LAUGHTER (92)

12Step Addiction Addiction 92

Poetry is not a drug

If anything is not a

Drug like the little pills

In the brain of prayer

It all depends upon 91

The rigidity of thought

WHY SHOULD I BE FRETFUL ABOUT THE FOIBLES OF MEN?

I WANT FEMALES THAT I CAN RESPECT AND LOVE,

DON’T CARE UNLESS WOMEN MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES

CLAWING FOR THE TOP

FEELING UGLY

SAYING STUPID THINGS ABOUT LOVE

Sickness shows up 92

In those Dr. Kildare, Ben Casey poets’ lines

Because they can’t face death and censor sex

And lost their “Birds of North America Guidebook”

And lent flower catalogues to a real gardener

And gave Bullfinch’s Mythology to Grandma

And all they have left for reference

(Since they mostly avoid boisterous life)

Is that yellowed Gray’s Anatomy from when

They thought they might study “PreMed”,

Until they realized that physician’s assistants

Were going to be having all the fun and profit

Was going to be reserved.

LIKE THE

TURBULENCE (94)

OF BUBBLING GREASE,

TURKEY (94)

ON A THANKSGIVING

TURNSTILE (92)

TYRANTS SQUASH PUMPKINS, SAY

“WE GAVE YOU ALL THAT

LESSTAX STUFF

NOW YOU OWE US MORE”

WHILE POETS PEN POEMS THAT

REACTIVATE

ONLY CHILDHOOD CARTOON MEMORIES

WHILE TWISTEDBUTTRUE TALES

FADE

FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE

I’m not allowed to be sick

So I pop pills, wishing I could

Fly

Away

Can’t 94

“Revoke”

Life fuckups

On the laws

That created them

Unions and Subsidy 92

Prevalent now,

Big brother vicepresses

A 2 X 4 against it

To make sure he confesses

With an unfurrowed brow

Cry For Me, Argent Tina 91

The seance sucked, tonight

And I missed a mystical flight.

Now all I can do is write

About how my life is so trite

A muckraking ox 91

In an Oz of ours

Ran amuck, broke his chain

And trampled the flowers

(And took a big chunk

Out

Of the freedom of the press)

Pulling violence out 94

With limbic insertions

Implanting the peace

Of a mere machine

That only requires gas and oil

New Car Lot Pictures, Posted: Ads Up 94

Vehicle vestibule

Granual ridicule

In annual intervals

Pecuniary tentacles

VICTIMOLOGY (92)

OF THE

VIETNAM GENERATION (94)

Dishonorable discharge 94

Because my brother didn’t keep

A good

Black book of names and situations

A list of embarrassments

A list of bare ass minutes

With the lieutenant who lied,

Took the brunt of the frag,

“For the guys”, and my brother’s

Dishonorable discharge.

Dad explained 93

How hard it is

To understand.

Electromagnetic 92

Speedoflight

Shitburgers

Squishy earth 91

Eats my wheels

In selfdefense

Fastfood buffet reminds me 94

Of the day I was born and wasn’t

Scooped like a Csection

Into shallow plates

At a good foodcost percentage,

Delivered,

All prepped,

By the truckload

R,_W,_&_B 91

My words

Are blue

Varicose veins

Of patriotic

Coloration

Caucasian

With high high

Blood pressure

Core 92

Meltdown

Ore

Feltdown

Dealtdown

Bummer!

Then I had to put my face 92

Into the couch

Dropping children like 92

Simile

Like smiles

IN THE NOXIOUS

WEST WIND (94)

It’s synodic in the western bay 94

And the stars

Are so close

I can imagine the

World is flat

Mom’s getting older 92

Disgust 93

Courses through me

Building pressure

And the only escape

I have is the written turd

We buried her dad 91

In chemical waste

Foxy 94

Caught in a trap

She forgot

All about the chickens

Skeleton Bank 92

RTC horrorshow

A Fear of Displacement 93

I misplaced it

Yeah, “A world 94

Only we can build”

Zygots multiply 94

But unleashed

Science searches

For purity

With its own definitions

For now

We all have mixed blood

Imagine no possession 91

Elders

As dying comes

Unwilled Passions? 91

Hormones in harnesses

Limbic lollypops

What’s a MASTIFF? 93

A mast if the wind is blowing?

A mass tiff when we all are angry?

A Dead mother? (Sick Mom with arthritis?)

The poem neighed in the saddle of lines 94

Ellipsis was the horse’s name

Cantering over a field

Of barley in the wind….

No,

Maybe it was a field of rye

I am an ant 94

Crawling over the rotten stump

Of history

Looking for flesh to sting

And for food

Horror is conservative 94

Gothic churches

Dripped blood for the party

Line

Citizens of the Arroyos 91

Compete for fame with yoyo’s

yoyo ma never comes by to visit

Toyota buys up prejudice

With tight green moneybuds

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU DON’T CARE

ABOUT ME, ABOUT LIFE, ABOUT LOVE,

The used car lot 94

Is dirty.( kept that way.)

The new car lot,

People want to make love

Snout snakes 91

Sniff out

A good deal

The only things

That are even a little different

Are the poetry pieces

Under these seasons of change

Written

In this old house

And the barn

That needs rebuilding

And the windows

That crack in the Winter

We dive out of democracy 94

Into a pool of dictatorship

By the majority

Who say collectively,

Unconscious, “Hold

Your neighbor’s Hand

And float because

It’s a sin to swim”

Lucky 92

Anyway

Lucky

Any

Way

Lapin Love 94

After rabbit stew

The worms come out

Attach to the stomach

And wall like calamari

In the dark acid ocean

Of a full belly

That ‘s where starvation

Begins its paradox

The more you eat

The more hollow you become

Bloated, tight, like a drum

Ready to explode release

What was I thinking

When I moved to the country

With you, hoping I’d be

Kept comfortable

In the (sainted) sated (sainted)

Warmth of your lapin love?

Discolored Discovery Discourse 93

My gosh!

There’s life outside of our fireplace!

Finding it almost extinct 91

We get worried and begin mating procedures

To save leprosy in our microscope zoo

Rhomboid 92

“Just like the one who ran

What do you do when you’re” RHOMBOID

“`Cus you know you’re” no man?

Violence is easy 94

So you use it

Because you’re lazy

Fuck me with

Metal head steel tips

Tear the throat of

The entire fucking

WORLD

You call yourself

“Amused”

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 92

With monster men

We keep putting them down

They get up again

Cynic 92

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

I reject such lines 94

Public servants are power mongers 92

Mostly

Prisoners

Are freedom fighters mostly

Firemen are smoke stoppers mostly

Saints are mostly

Famous?

Make humans stupid and weak enough 93

And they’ll not fight for love,

Nor land, nor freedom, nor food,

Nor comfort, nor ideals, nor self,

Nor soul

After Any Particular Thing 92

Future family tree

Fucking without aim

Or aiming

Toward a future with

Oh, my Gosh! Imagine that!

A future with things I never

Thought about imagining!

On other worlds, to boot!

Constructivist constructivitis 94

Waking blood

Bound clocks and crocks

Pulleyups , bed clothes on sun

Line, birds , mocking house cage

River of blood

In an old bed

Remembering your midnight body

Under glasses that

Shade our talents

Shed your didacticism

If you have to hide it

Hushed angles? 91

Heavy hieroglyphics?

Haughty hammers?

Hefty waist?

Surly sundown?

Hefty waste?

Calm Autumn

Without apples dropping

On Chicken Little’s head?

Propagate 94

Late

Realization

Of helplessness

When I remind

Water pump pumpers

That it was always

Water you kept

To prime the dry walls

Creating a vacuum

Water you kept inside

That made water flow

Dry tunnels?

What’s next?

Images “in your face”

To be licked and sucked

By a universal mouth?

Prime the pump

Why is children’s poetry 91

Often the type that rhymes

And why are they grown up

Into freeform perspective,

Leaving simple meter and verse behind?

I guess,

Simplicity that’s not too trite

Is tooo hard for us to come by,

We busy adults

Why do the wee old men hide? 92

Is it something inside

They don’t want the children to see?

what sword brandished against what human??? 94

Crusader Youth Corps?

What’s a Warrior in Peacetime? 92

Simple

Pascal

Zeno, Neno, Neon

All friends could be enemy

All enemies could be friend

Or they could be neon lit

It’s a big world of art, now 93

Commemorate your ass off!

Will 92

Science

Save us ?

Will will?

Chaos is not a butterfly

Unconfirmed 91

Theories

Not fact

Chaos is not a butterfly

Butterflies live in slipstream reality

Synonymous patterns in phase

To prove our primitive notions are true

And the modern ones too

Fly chaos fly

Beat the wings of order

So everyone will know

that

Chaos is not a butterfly