AARDVARK (94)
I AM
CALLED THIS
TO BE FIRST
IN THE
ABATTOIR (92)
SLAUGHTERHOUSE:
Oh, Summer night! Night without war, 92
Night without the supremacy of white
Snow, don’t you know we all love peace?
Iris seed on full lawn 94
The silos swim into solstice clouded
Tubers of dark. Bearded grackles
Heavy the metal weeds come, feet,
Dance the empty
Sister Q.Z. (THAT’S ME!) 92
Had a man who couldn’t please me,
Didn’t even try to tease me,
Needing, as I do, a spank and a whack
When I scratch his brother’s back
Hand above eyes, 94
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 (94)
FLIES FLY
IN THE FACE OF REALITY.
OKAY, JUST
Statisticate to be unlike meaninglessness 92
The young complexity 93
That never was me
Jams my strawberry
Memories
Until Winter Pops In For a Visit 94
He Reads
A Postcard From Iraq for Christmas
The people snub us
But to surrender. Send toothpaste.
Met many terrible, smelly men barracks crowded.
Great to be on shore patrol, off the ship.
It was a long four months at sea.
I may be home after a second wave
Of blood soaks the sand. Baby’s due
In July. No contraceptives or abortions
Available. It won’t have your eyes.
Your loving wife,
Chastity
WHILE
AILERON TAKES A VOWEL MOVEMENT, (94)
Small blue thesaurus 94
Sits dioxidizing
Dinosaur creations,
Penned plumage
Of toothless tripescented
Feline, pharaohfollowing,
Ankhishly holding sparrows
Like Teflon pterodactyls
Mr. Potatohead in the drawer 92
Growing eyes in the dark
Waits for the dust to settle
So he can see some place
To root, suspended and stabbed
Birds like 94
Worms
In birds
Fallen flightless
sHIT in THE BUCKet 94
TOTo
Garbage glistened in the round receptacle 91
Frost glazed the morning meadow
Flies made babies, not knowing
The trash men come at noon.
You drive your car 94
Naked
But not without
A seat belt
Centered, the silly line soothes and sates. 91
We went for a walk.
Ancient grave site 93
Angel orange
Granite lilies
Any old sky
My life is apropos 91
And every day is wonder
I listen to the falling snow
And thank God for my blindness
I remember waking up 94
With a bad poem in my headache
Coughing up cupie dolls
I write rhyme this very way 94
And don’t give my rhythm away.
I’m published now. I’m on my way
And I’m a really real, real poet today
If you come 91
And be nice
To your brother
I’ll bake a cake.
Hamhock, sirloin, 94
Filet, shoulder,
Butt and Chuck
He separates his lovers
Into parts
If Superman, writing memoirs about his deeds 94
While trolling for pickerel in the reeds
Slipped and fell upon his big red initial
And swam with supper, would his words be superfishal?
I can not color in your eyes 91
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.
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
The grass is the cousin 91
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
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
She thought New York 94
Was a state
Of mind
Before the Phones Came 94
….Sometimes we sat
A train might pass…..
Before the Trains Came
….sometimes we sat
Before the Carpenters Came
…sometimes we….
You keep falling deeper 94
Into suicidal bliss,
Imagining how pretty
All the red will be
Against this season’s fashions
Famous people 92
Pop into my
Poetry
So some fool reader
Might hope to find
Their secrets
Madonnapenned
Or Prince Charles
Endowed
Past the travelogue 93
Rome’s ruins
Take more space
In the guidebook
Than on land
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
CALDER (94)
CALIFORNIA (94)
NOW A COLDER CALIFORNIA
HOW’D YOU LIKE TO HAVE A HOMETOWN NAME LIKE THAT,
MOON UNIT?
CALIFORNIA STATE (91)
WITH
A film on your eyes 91
Like cataracts
Oh! 94
Freak me fucking out!
A poem about a woman with grey eyes
Reacting to that very same poem!
How deep!
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
I see 94
Icy crocuses
The icy crow
Cusses
$@&*!@#$%^&
(And that’s a word too)
I see!
Poetry lives as long 92
As pen meets paper
In any gutter or penthouse
Where there is feeling to express
Or thought to share
But good poetry goes
Where great poetry doesn’t dare
And will until the penthouse pet
Kisses the gutter dog with glee
And calls the barking “great 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
But
I’ll bet I’ve had some boyfriends
Who could make a foreigner out of you.
Chicken Little 94
Pops out
When the sky falls
Sign on door 93
“Gone here”
Explode into soy sauce 93
Oh, my porkfried soul
Explode into bowel movement,
Into vomit, to exorcise
Those nasty sin balls
A Poem Diver 92
To anyone who’ll listen
I mutter “Just what do you think?
My big complaint with words
Is that they have to suck to sink.”
My leather briefcase spoke 94
No!
My coffee cup spoke to me
Saying everything, all at once
CLIMBING (94)
Bootprints 92
Up the
Face
WALLET WATCH
CLOCKWATCH (94)
YUPPEES
YUP, YUP, UP
All I see is the ugly, 94
Pretending so hard to be pretty.
I am pretty. I am.
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
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”
Oh, the oh poems 92
That sit and sing
Of fictional Egypt
And don’t do a thing
Certain times 93
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 94
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
Carbohydrate cravings 92
Abridge an asphalt escape
You are distracted by pizza smells
On our drive to a glistening garden
CRAZYQUILT (94)
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.”
Your fertilizer falls 94
Unto other people’s lawns
Becoming 94
Becomes you
Being
I
Am not yet
Pruned to the Absolute 92
Absolute
Nahnana poo poo 94
My God is better than your God
Give me a poetry I don’t understand, 94
A boy who walks like capital letters
And runs like a semicolon.
A golf and orgasm instruction video 94
Every asshole 93
Has an edge
Trying to PUMP!… this poem up, 94
Another oily feather falls
Progress sucks, basically 94
Stasis sucks, basically
And now the happy medium is the “radical center”
So, basically, enjoy what you can.
Hawk’s Flight 94
Diving into the last line,
Captured by a hunger for the beautiful
Stuffed rabbit on display,
Smashing against the plate glass,
Falling into a pile of feathers,
A couple of which I pick up for luck,
Stick them into the defrost vent,
Under my car window.
Water Poems 91
Next line
Falls frozen
Poxy “Proxies” 94
Give up your virgin
Land
Or we will pull out our
Germs
Your calamari living 91
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
Painters paint clouds 94
On billboards. Poets
Think then of rain
Cats are immune to the hairy greens 91
Of okra poetry
Cabbage vacationers 92
And a long stairway
Of mayonnaise, coleslawing
Upward
Once, 94
Was so soon ago
SOME CHARITY
EXPEDITION (94)
To the tennis courts 92
Daring the safari sun
BUT NO MOODS ARE ALTERED IN THE
EXPERIMENTAL BASEMENT (94)
ExPeRiMeNt WiTh WoRdS? 94
wOrD wOrLdS wOw!
Bahloons 94
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
It is enough to be alive…. 94
But then……
Once, 93
I read a history book
And call telling you
About it, poetry
We are here 94
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.
Grandma’s way 92
We cut the end of the ham
Because that was how she did it
Not because we kept Grandma’s pan
Which was too small for the whole ham
Her breath was heavy like death 93
Smelled, as well.
Well, there goes the farm. (94)
Well, there goes the nation.
Well, there it goes.
Your big fucking words 94
That enfold mistaken meaning
The detritus of premature ejaculation
“Can’t come up with any new subjects 92
‘Cus I’ve written so fuckin’ B.Z. many poems”
Door hinge blowing in the wind 93
Where a door was
Before the bad poet, in a vandal mood
Forgot to put it into the picture
Of that impossible wind
FlatEarth society
Sees one sailboat
In a regatta
Drop off the edge,
Ignores
The fleet
That is swallowed
By clouds
Death’s a nextdoor 94
Gingko
GOING GAGA (92)
Over ambiguity? 92
I’ll never get over ambiguity
Or underpants
Would a gopher, 92
If a gopher could
Hide its home
In a gopherwood?
Always the myth of genetic studdom! 92
CAN’T get away from stereotypes!
(CerwinVega, Pioneer, Crown, Nacamitchi, Sansui)
Upriver 92
Float on sandpaper,
Naked
My best friend keeps saying 93
She doesn’t want to live
But means she wants to be spoiled
I now write 91
A perfect line
A perfect line
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
Silence would have filled the space 94
The music came from
Fat People 92
Floating like ballerinas,
On tiptoes, toward friendship
In France, 94
You demand
An answer, in English,
Say “There are no Frenchmen”
When they just look at you.
From a French brothel
You stomp away
When she refuses
Your demand to
“Show your tits in English”
Who’s a Hecht? 94
That’s okay
Any memoriam of yours
Is a memoriam of mine
Your husband made such a fuss about your diary 94
And you, of course, sent it to me
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.
Poet 94
Visualizes
Visions
Visualizing
Poet
Up 92
The light
Public
Streets
Of my history
nah
Up the light
Public streets
Of my hosiery
The equator 93
Ate her
All the goods are mean 94
Heplophobes 94
Try to outlaw
My feminine mystique
Cinderella, shoes 94
In hand, ready to trade
Random thoughts 92
On a really lazy Sunday
Had to get Limas 93
Between someone’s knees
Juxta 93
Sup
Hose
He devoted his life 94
To
Two thousand words maximum
There were times 92
When these lines
Would not have been enough
River runs 92
Into hydroelectric puns
Drowning versal valleys
Walking along the shore 94
…….That’s all.
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
Some days deserve 92
A good spanking
I can not tell 92
A truth
I hid my axe
Loneliness 94
Is a dry marker
And fear
A broken ball
No!
Loneliness is
Peat moss
And fear
A plate of beans
No!
Loneliness is….
I have a message 92
And it is,
“I have a message”
The rainbow hit the concrete 94
With a splat of fractured color
And all that ever was was washed away
In the warmth of summer rain
It was any morning 93
I woke up with….
Whomever
Three horses galloping free 94
Two had socks on
One had me
A Brief History 94
Got `em
Wore `em
Ripped `em with my teeth
(Used `em to polish my shoes)
Pooperscooper 92
Carried for fun
Calling for a “Spot”
That doesn’t exist
They wrote bad poetry 94
Taking me completely by surprise
Each fucking time
I love you like a modem 94
Our love burns like a modem
The orange and prune juice taste like a modem
The sky and water are a modem
The page sits like a modem
The like phrase is like a modem
Liking the like phrase is like liking a modem
Like is like
Is like
Like is modem
Like is to like as like is to modem is like a modem
A modem is like a cherry
The cartoon was like a cherry
Wanting you was like wanting a cherry
The shore line burns like a cherry
The cherry pie burns like a teacup
The cherry is like a burn
One burn is just like the other
In the fiction game
I could go on
Freestyle 92
Swimmers, lean,
Dive
Into the same lane
Alright, now, who put the spinet in the garden? 92
Rakes 94
Trees
Arms
Waiting
A leaf falls
I mention 92
Shakespeare
To get you to read
These lines
How bored bored people get in boring company 92
Is boring to me unless they say it well
Or interestingly.
If you need to, use a pickup truck 94
To move the poem
Into the present
I hear the skin of the Governor of Texas wrinkling 92
I’m a saddlestapled 92
Matte card
Cover girl
Fuzzy but fun
Concrete poetry 94
Limestone, pebbles, sand
Excited 94
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 92
Run over
Woman, buy your seeds in a Burpee Catalogue 91
For all your fertile attempts to cultivate
That belching, incontinent man
Peggy’s peonies in warming bathwater 92
The sky should not leak watercolors 92
Who put the teapot on 93
The flowers?
Oooooops! Wrong New Renaissance 93
Wordjumble wasteland and not the good kind either
He rubbed me with atomic balm 92
I blew up and hit the ceiling
Yugo, Don’t Leave Those Highbeams On 94
Truckers don’t blink,
Crossing the line
Between “Good buddy”
And “fourwheeler in the ditch”
Snicker sneaker! 94
Title Poetry 92
Almost as bad as verse
That isn’t explained
Until the last line
Night drops the drapes 94
Lights out
Engines humming in the sky
The shriek of falling secanols
My ear calls 91
Oh! Ooooops should
Be a big name;
Osiris, my ear,
Calls my mouth
To be silent
He dances like a plop of mashed potatoes 94
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”
Poems are the “showems” 94
We write every day
If we would have readers
We wouldn’t spend all our fucking time writing
Eggs on chair 91
I sit
Discover them
OYEZ (93)
Oh, yes! 93
Oh no!
Yoko
Oh, yes
REMAINS
Mobius 92
Stripped
For his pleasure
Tight voice 94
Luminous
Drippings of dew
Off leaves
Dawn
Drenched in muted
Cockadoodles
Naaaaannncy! 91
How many times do I have to tell you
You don’t have to leave open the bathroom door
To swim through it?
Pet 92
Pit
Bit
Bet
16 tons 93
And I filla
My gut.
Yeah,
Like a lepton flowerburst
Fine, but 91
Up what stream
Can we hide
Kansas?
Species: Poet 94
His lines are arachnid
Ararat on a rat’s ass
Like antelopes loping
Over a cliffedge
If edited to the swansong
Of an Anatidae
I Put The Woman and The Fireplace Into The Title 92
of a Poem, Felt Free, For Once, And Did Not Need To Go
Further
After Children’s Day
I am stuffed turkey on token gifts
Candycaned into a corner
Eggnogged out of excitement
Tinselled to the tonsils
Mulled by makebelieve smiles
Fruitcake filled
Tied up to my neck
In Christmas credit
My, my, my 91
There are seven syllables
In the line above (here, too!)
I’m uncertain about the expenditure 92
Of all this time taken to make up
Smooth and rhythmic internal rhyme without
Enjambment, cliché, or sentiment,
About all this time spent, words worked at hard
To appear simply worked out, having, as I do,
So little, of substance, to talk about
And, feigning distress, no one to address.
Oh me, oh my! It’s time now to say goodbye,
But let me take this opportunity to end on a sour note
And not the kind I make, sucking lemons.
“Rock me like 94
Hypocrisy! Oh, yeah.”
Bambi met the Xmen 94
On a Bohemian Rhapsody
With Garth in a bath
Of mail to Wayne’s World
When all of a Vanna
Was spread out with staples
To tempt Tony the Tiger
Into meaningless Cher care
Products for hair and skin
And I’ve never met them
And hope to forget them
…..Or Other Titles, Heads Without Bodies 94
(But Not Without Tales)
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
Rumors of the Ball 91
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).
Let’s go, you and I 94
Like a yoyo and a dodo
To the brink of our love
Or maybe to the Stop and Go
Dueling scars 93
Are no longer
In fashion
Nor shorter
Naked
(And new knitted flesh
Doesn’t put up much
Of a fight anyway)
Had to Give This Title of “Poem”, So You’d Know
A
Few words
In
A column
Last line 94
Red herring
This is about the first line of this
Memory 94
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
Between 94
Skin
Razor’s edge
Skin
Potable Poetry 92
By Wilbur in the woods by a stream
Zapper bulldogs 94
A mucuswet sky
Won’t release the harvest moon
After Line 2, I Give Up 92
Rhythmmaking soulshaking
Phrases forming words conforming
And then there’s this dragon
Stuck in my tea cup
(Which, by the way, is porcelain
So you know I’m not merely some bohemian)
Picture pick picture 94
Mood mood mood move mood mood mood
Theme in six syllables
Contradiction 92
Too wide to admit
Darkness
He’s an economysized
Asshole
Life 93
Is a missed
Tree
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
TITLE 94
Sometimes
The whole meaning
Is in there
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
No
Today, dreams begin
No
Yesterday, dreams began
No
Yesterday, dreams had been beginning
No
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.”
Love is a poet unidentified 92
In the right setting
Odds 7:5 (demographically)
I would like to say 93
This poetry
“Shimmers like a July rainbow”
But this is not true
Rowing into Summer darkness 94
In only briefs,
He calls himself, “Poet”
I put a flower on the bottom 92
Of these lines so that someone
Will think they might be poetry
Iris
Perhaps, it’s a ball game 94
The sun is out
He scratches balls, rolls bat in fingers
Skull skull skull skull skull 94
I think I’ll call this
RiverRhythm Poetry
(With analogous oars)
Writing 92
Lines in car
Auto accident
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)
Singing the greens 94
Because 8 percent of males
Are colorimpaired
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)
Hubbybubby 94
You’re a froggie!
Happy anniversary
Honey, let’s get rid of the python, okay? 91
Lookingatapainting 92
Thatyoucan’tsee
ButIdon’tgiveafuck
BecauseIcanpoetry
Barney’s, New York 92
That’s where daddy
Got his suits.
So, what?
So, they were good suits
The Altar 94
I found the title
And expect you
To do the rest
Of the work of
Knowing what
This poem is
Words For A Poet’s Funeral 92
“That elegy really sucked”
The black dog of my guilt 92
Eats your white cat
Nah, just kidding
Wildlife Loving 94
Scamper Camper
I fire the woods
To make sure
The animals
Are not dead
I’m going to do it again. 92
Hope you get fooled this time:
Irises
The poem without words 94
Said
Everything I was going to say
Amazing 94
How the architect of your house
Assumes
That you are not butter
The magic snowflake of art 91
Melts when the drummer
Stops sweeping his jazzbrushes
Across the roof
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
Wow, man! 92
Look! See how skillful
The birds are at flying, man?
Wow!
Hey, duck, 93
Duck!
Roses, Rues, and Ruses 92
Bouquet in arms in crinkly paper
We wind our way down French boulevards
With names like Sacre CWWWWWWHIC!
………… Cwwwwwwwwwwwhic! ….
CWWWWWWWHHHIC!!!! (Sorry hairballs)
When is poetry ever like this 94
As dull and as commonplace
As zaz?
You have to admit 93
Everyone is crazy,
Completely insane,
Hopelessly lost in the ozone,
So, let’s fuck, huh?
Beach in Soggy Sand at Low Tide 92
When I want you to focus on that solitary footprint
I have to compromise and stain it with mint
That man with blond hair 92
Bought a sport’s car
With my money and ran,
Was riding in the rain
With his new girl, Jane,
Cruising along, under
A railroad crossing.
In the glare of night
He didn’t see quite right
Didn’t notice the underpass
Was overfilled
With three feet of water
I guess that taught him,
Maybe even taught her.
The car came bubbling
To its eternal rest.
She hit her head.
(I liked that best)
Now, you see?
That was poetry.
Man, 92
This ain’t right, man.
I don’t want no fuckin’
Hang gliders
Scaring my fuckin’ birds
Hey, Norma, dear, 91
I see you there,
Sitting on your ample
Peripheries
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
I need an image, a new image 93
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 94
Oops!
No,
It’s just a shadow
I really don’t need to read the poem 94
Fuck, I saw the movie
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
“When Insanity Comes Knocking, 91
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 94
Birds) Up!
We publish bad poets from 92
All around the world
She put an elephant in his coffee 94
Donuts on the side
Called it “madlib” poetry
And left by the window
Brace yourself! 92
Here’s an image
My cousin’s braces.
Heehee
Nothing delicate 93
About the
Spring
In my couch
Joy 94
Is a timerelease capsule
And grief is a bad cold
No! Wait!
Grief is a timerelease capsule
And joy is a bad cold
Beware of 1st and Main! 94
That’s where I saw a vision
Which inspired another poem (not this one)
Poetry Titles 94
“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 94
Plural/ singular
Agreement
Mars the reading
Of lines about mines
And yourses
I saw a heron 92
Spread its wings
Over the entire horizon
But now loons are in vogue
Spreading wings across the cover
In the very latest fashions
Cutting Wind 92
Razor, razor
Raise her ardor
Razor, razor
Raise the wind
Razor, razor
Got to get
A razor in
Squishy earth 91
Eats my wheels
In selfdefense
Never forget…… 92
Shit!
….. I forgot what.
Everything 92
Becomes you
Except the white dress
(I want it)
Watching the words 93
I am aware
That the line
Between
Wisdom
And
Folly
Is also the line between
Folly
And
Wisdom
But not just those
It is also the line between
Love
And
Hate
Good
And
Evil
Time
And
Circumstance
Guilt
And
Innocence
Winning
And
Losing
Poems are acts of acts 92
So fax me
Axe simile
So I can cut down
Your poet
Tree
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
3 lines forsaken 94
For the “good idea”
Of the following 6 lines
(Which I won’t include here)
Clearer Than 94
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 93
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
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
You saw bearded Blake 92
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
Pyromaniac Poetry
I
Never realized
How brightly
Your lines would shine
Until
I heard them crackle
And saw them
Ablaze
In my midnight
Campfire
Today 93
Is a blank day
Blank blank blank
Blank blank
Blank blank
OBEY! 94
Nibbles that tremble
OBEY!
Friends and loved ones
OBEY!
Toast me
Tea me
Cup me in your calloused heartstrings
In C# Minor
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!