THE
MYSTIC CIRCLE (94)
SENDING
NADA, A BIG SCREAM (94)
We make music with the tools 92
We swing or sit on or vibrate or hum into
CALLING FOR CONNECTIONS
NAHANT (94)
Any cartoon picture that comes to mind 93
Any drawn image,
Any knowledge is not all knowledge, is it?
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
NANCY (93)
Rooms were always either damp and dirty 91
Or dry and sterile
IMPRESSED BY A LONG TITLE
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.
SOOTHED, SOOTHES
THE PAIN IN A
NASHVILLE HOUSE (94)
The cosmic dust 94
Was
A chocolate float
HE VISITS WHEN
NASSAU (94)
GETS BORING
Mom said “Nothing is ever wasted” 94
Even Chekhov for beginners
AND HE’S OUT EXPLORING
THE NATION (94)
His mind moves serene 94
But not into the silence
BEING A
NATIONAL ENQUIRER (94)
ON SOME
NATIONAL FORUM (94)
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
OF
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS NAUGHTY LINGERIE (94)
LIKE
Aliens crawling up the toilet bowl 94
And into your ….
Poetry
NAZARENE STANDARD (94)
AMERICAN STANDARD
IOWA STANDARD
STAGE STANDARD
The Apocrypha 94
The Bible
Its books
Which books?
Prayers are admission but any God that is 92
Does not need to ask for your ticket
NCASA (94)
Isn’t all of society an anti‑rape movement? 93
OH NO!
NEBO (94)
Relish the death of those that annoy you? 92
Must hard actions be matched by hard thoughts?
Catsup, will ya?!!!
FROM
NEBRASKA (94)
TOUTS AND POUTS ‑‑
POUTS ABOUT MORTALITY
Peggy’s peonies in warming bathwater 92
The first time I say a dead man 94
I grew my first grey hair ‑‑ no lie!
TOUTS
NEGATIVE CAPABILITY (94)
Grit bass, a submarine capitalist 91
Naturally drawn to the hook
Jazz cat lapping mama’s milk 92
Flakey Blake’s treed angel, meowing music 94
After eating fish subways
Bass, wide‑mouthed or small 91
Are more pure than elevators
Now, escalators might be a different story
Child voice mail 94
Doesn’t stamp paper like
Adult delivery
OR SOMETIMES
(N.E.R.)NEW ENGLAND BREAD LOAF (91)
Let the world be the child 91
You can not bear
BETTER CRUSTY THAN
NEW CHICANO WRITING (94)
DURING THE SUMMER OF THE
NEW CICADA (94)
Those bugs drive me toward 91
Frustrated insanity
In Summer’s insistence
Stuck here in Houston,
Without a fresh Spring
The sky should not leak watercolors 92
Releasing a fart 93
Into a night filled with
Smoke‑stack flares
One critic 94
The only one who reads the lines
Of yesterday’s news
CHIRPING A
NEW COLLAGE (94)
OF CLIPPED SOUND
You are my palm 94
At the edge of the bay
Salty, with only leaf‑
Clappings to say
AS NEW COLLIES TAKE LASSIE’S NAME
CHIRPING, BARKING ONE
NEW CRITERION (94)
AFTER THE OTHER
Question ‑‑ If the sill is rotted, 93
How can you stand to sit by the window
To watch the swirling, cold snow?
MUDSUCKING A
NEW DELTA (94)
Larvae of the morning 94
Sunshine blows my mind
Seeking, ever‑laughing
She’s my lady, stealing lines.
TURNING THAT OCEAN‑BOUND RIVER IN
NEW DIRECTIONS (94)
Babel Babble 92
In the fight for reality realized, words
Are the fudge over a chocolate sundae
TEMPORARILY TO FORM A
NEW EARTH (94)
OR AT LEAST A
NEW ENGLAND (94)
Hummer gives a change of look 93
FOR A
NEW ERA (94)
LDS/LSD IT SEEMS INTITIALIZING
You can’t copyright pictures you create 94
In other peoples’ heads
SOME
NEW HOPE (94)
Hope is in the fact that we refuse 91
to be defined for ever
So the what? 92
Who put the tea‑pot on 93
The flowers?
Marching petunias 94
Marching to war
Against Hyacinth
For the sake of Morning Glory
Crying for better water
And integration
UNDER
NEW HORIZONS (94)
SO NO
NEW KENT STATE (94)
MASSACRE WILL PAINT
NEW LAUREL (94)
Rudolf, the red‑nosed, you can sing it better 91
Oh, like ferme ta goielle? 94
ON FRESH GRAVES
NEW LETTERS (94)
CUT INTO GRAVE GRANITE
Plaster‑casting spells the feminine kink 92
Sticky, stuck to me, S‑t‑U‑C‑K
SHOCK WARRIORS THINKING SHOCKING MEN WILL BE SILENCED
BY A GOOD SPELL OR A SPELLING BEE
STINGING THEIR EGO TO INFLATE IT EVEN MORE
TWISTING IN DECEITFUL WIND THEY WIND DOWN
SO THAT MEN LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M A DANGER
IN DRESSES, AND WOMEN, UNSURE ANYMORE, DO TOO.
WE DUB THIS TOWN
NEW MADRID (93)
SO PETER’S FATHER WILL FEEL AT HOME WITH
NEW METHODS (93)
OF REMEMBRANCE
IMPRISONED
NEW MEXICO (94)
WILL ATTRACT CROWDS
Stainless steel makes brillo a curse 92
LOUDER THAN
NEW ORLEANS (94)
More militant flora 94
Conspire against
The farmer
Who imprisons them
In mounds and rows
Denizens eat venison 93
NEW ORLEANS (93)
Knowing every family is adopted 93
“How much” always matters
ELDERS WILL INVENT
NEW POETRY (91)
No one wants to hear 91
that someone was killed for them
NEW POETS (94)
Paint your woman’s walls 94
With meaning and truth
TO GET BACK AT THE CROWDS THAT LEFT
AND A
NEW PRESS (94)
WILL FLOURISH
Can you talk to yourself and think something else? 94
Wrong moon, right moon, it’s still the moon 92
We fell in love under
Ants in our underwear
WITH
NEW QUARTERLY (94)
INCOME STATEMENTS
BUYING A
NEW RENAISSANCE (93)
Paranoia for president! 91
The reluctance to name C 256 92
Because anapestic rocks might
Stick into failing hearts harder
Than cholesterol
If resonant with the Earth’s rotation
And most inclined to vibrate the body
Oooooops! Wrong New Renaissance 93
WITH BAD POETRY SOLD TO A
NEW REPUBLIC (WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OLD ONE?) (94)
Karate craft creeps into the brain 92
When all those black belts don’t know
What you’re doing at their front door
ABSORBING
CURRENTLESS, BUT STILL,
NEW RIVERS (94)
NEW SPOKES (93)
PER(NON)SONS WITH
NEW VIRGINIA (94)
New Virginia? 94
De‑dehymanizing?
Somewhere near Old Virginia?
NEW VOICES (94)
TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW NOTHING CHANGES IN
NEW WELCH (94)
RARE BIT TOWNS
NEW WRITERS (94)
Too true 94
It’s often the name that gets published
Instead of the poem
ANYWHERE OUTSIDE OF
NEW YORK (94)
BECAUSE ANYONE WHO’S NOT A
NEW YORKER (94)
ISN’T SOPHISTICATED ENOUGH TO EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE A
NEWSLETTER INAGO (94)
Where the doe dies is today’s poetry 92
Popped balloons mothers were trying to grab 93
Out of other children’s hands for their child’s joy
Admit you’re lazy 94
WHERE I GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THE
NEXT EXIT (93)
To combat “no exit” 91
Always finding new women 92
Field fencerow thickets brush close 93
Fingers reach grapevines, fists pull treetops
Of, in on this, like, and, into
BEING THE
NEXUS (94)
OF THE
NEXUS (94)
Achtung, erzats! 92
Cathedral conundrum ‑‑ the nub 93
NIGHT MOUNTAINS (92)
Pagan bonfires waging war on night‑stalkers 92
NIGHT ROSES IN MOONSTONE BLUE (94)
I stared at the old photo. 94
It had faded away.
The magazine is dull and dead 93
But the idea of the magazine lives on
The slick woods are not a slut 92
To the chainsaw
The starved children of Somalia are all dead 93
But the idea of starved childrenhood lingers on
NIGHT SONGS (94)
Insubstantial 94
Seas more than remnants
Of spires waving emaciate
City‑ship grass
Wraith
Sailing transitory
A no phantom
no!!!!
Insubstantial
Seas more than remnants
Of spires waving emaciated
City, transitory ship wraith
Sailing grass
A no phantom
SHADOWS
AVOID THE
NIGHT TREE (91)
IN TOTAL DARKNESS
Tell me the truth about laughter, old man 91
WHERE NO
NIGHTSUN (94)
CAN REACH
War ship 94
Worship
NIHILISTIC PESSIMISM (93)
Charles Bukowski, eh? 93
I just ask, have I made it to the millennium yet?
There may be flies on some guys and vultures eating
Your udder disgust but there is/There has/Belong to there?
But there are VYGERS on me. Not visual? Not of the working
Man? But there are assholes sucking be back into them.
NIMROD (94)
NONSENSE
Hum‑drum percussionist waiting for a good beating 92
1992 (92)
NOW VINTAGE
Plexiglass pontifications 92
NINETY‑SIX (94)
Just barely legal 94
Almost 69
NONSENSE ANYWHERE NORTH OF
9TH STREET (WHICH IS A MODOM NORMALLY ANOMALY) (94)
Doubletalk double‑standard double‑dipped dick 92
Wordjumble wasteland and not the good kind either
NOCTURNAL (LYRICS) (94)
Howl in time with the twinkle 94
Of stars imitating them
On your air microphone
And your air guitar
NOMAD’S CHOIR (94)
The day it is yours 94
Carp and catfish
Lines dropped into mud
FOR
NOMOS SPONTANEOUS ORDER (94)
SPELLED SIDEWAYS
Our dreams are twisted by the mass spectrometer 92
NORTH DOORSTOP (93)
I feel so miserable about being exposed 92
WINDSCREENS
NORTH AMERICAN (93)
Kudzu elephantitus, blue balls in a wheelbarrow 92
LOOKING TO
NORTH CAROLINA (94)
Tapping 91
South Carolina’s
Name
LIKE
NORTH DAKOTA (94)
You let your father become a petrified postcard? 91
He rubbed me with atomic balm 92
I blew up and hit the ceiling
Stairs stares sinking in ‑‑ 94
Ah, what the fuck ‑‑ looking up my dress
WEST OF THE
NORTH EAST (94)
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
OR
NORTH TEXAS (94)
The Bible Belt is twisted between loops 92
Yugo, Don’t Leave Those Highbeams On 94
Truckers don’t blink,
Crossing the line
Between “Good buddy”
And “four‑wheeler in the ditch”
SOUTHWEST OF THE
NORTHEAST (94)
Pecans, both pee‑cans and pick‑ahns 91
Are the heart of our diet. Don’t eat them
Unless they fall with the hull. Don’t
Plant other seeds until you see their new
Weathermen buds in Spring
Snicker sneaker! 94
TO
NORTHEASTERN (94)
NORTHERN CENTINEL (94)
PEOPLE FROM FREEZING
NORTHERN NEW ENGLAND (91)
Boy was convicted for atrophy, a trophy 91
NOW THAT’S NOT THE
NORTHERN PERSPECTIVE (94)
NORTHERN TORTURE FOR
NORTHERN PLEASURE (91)
BECAUSE “POETRY IS MADNESS. ART IS TERROR”
NORTHERN (92)
TERROR.
Earth in October dusk 91
Fights
Does not call it
A night
Title Poetry 92
Almost as bad as verse
That isn’t explained
Until the last line
NORTHLAND (91)
So, I think I have your meaning ‑‑ 91
You piss
You sit
You drink
You piss
DON’T FORGET THE
NORTHWEST (93)
THE NORTHWEST GAY AND LESBIAN READER (91)
Making a fuss when I say ugly people should have 91
More rights
NORTHWEST (91)
OF THE
Temptation 91
I was tempted but didn’t write
a “Sonnet on: `Sonnet: On Sonnets”
Was imbued with sense
NORTHWEST (94)
NORTHWOODS (94)
NORTON (93)
LOOKING TO BE SOUTH OF SOMETHING
LOOKS TO
NOSTALGIA (94)
I think “Fuzzy” did too much LSD 92
NOSUKUMO (94)
NOTEBOOK (92)
What’s a guanguanco? 92
What’s a henway?
NOTICE
NOTUS OTHERWIND (94)
Marooned, spare words 91
What is “this”? 94
NOTICE THE SPELLING FOR A BLINDING
NOVA (93)
EXPERIENCE
Subway art ‑‑ graffiti and graft 93
NOW AND THEN (94)
Funny pop machine 91
Popping hilarious caps
Into my head
She, in college, bucked a trend, volunteered to be 92
A capitalist
Good‑bye Grandpa 94
Good‑bye Grandma
Good‑bye Grandma
Good‑bye Grandpa
YOU
NRG SKYDOG (92)
YOU
HERE IT IS IN A
NUTSHELL (94)
AN ASSHOLE FOR GAY GUYS
The smallest rose in the world was his gift 92
the house, the inheritance, the fooling around
Didn’t matter so much, after he was gone.
THE OAK, THE ACORN (94)
ON
OAK SQUARE (91)
A SORT OF
OASIS (94)
FOR PLAYFUL CHILDREN
NEAR
OBLATES (94)
Okay, okay, you got away, dainty words 92
and faith intact
DRIPPING WATER
SEX ADDICTS IN
O‑BLEK (OBLIQUE) (93)
PEEKS OF BOO‑HOO BLACK
Diaphanous diaphram of death’s digressions 92
INVIDIOUS
OBSIDIAN (94)
LINGERIE
OCCIDENT (94)
OVERTAKINGS NOT WITHSTANDING
THIS IS AN
ODYSSEY (93)
I WANT ENDED
OFF OUR BACKS
OFFICE NUMBER ONE (94)
OHIO (94)
PASSES LIKE MEADOWS
Making abstraction of all women 92
In the objecting to fictional objectification
The glistening page is just that, nor subjectivized
Apprehension of what others think.
Poets try that when they begin, before they control
Not only words, but themselves as well.
The poem is always loved for the wrong reasons
The highlit woman becomes more real than
Assonance
Berries without worms will make you crawl ‑‑ 93
Don’t pick black tree‑berries
Night drops the drapes 94
Lights out
Engines humming in the sky
The shriek of falling secanols
IS NORM‑TESTED MUSIC
THE SOUL OF
OHIO STATE (94)
THE FACTS OF LIFE ‑‑ THE TYPEWRITER IS TURNING ME ON
BOUNCING LIKE A BAD SUSPENSION
ON A BUMPY ROAD. LET THIS GO
SO THAT
OLD HICKORY (94)
LIKE ME CAN REST IN MY
OLD RED KIMONO (94)
I won’t tell you 94
You must see me
Flashing you but
I love that look
Of surprise
WITH SHARP OLIVE TROUSERS
CREASED IN AN
OLIVE PRESS (94)
OLYMPIA (94)
The memory of your last bitch 94
Red phone rings unanswered
ON THE EDGE (91)
OF
Bad music to do the rebellion thing, today, 91
When parents think all good music is okay
ONCE UPON A WORLD (94)
We didn’t have to hide our flasks in the open 91
Flashing teeth 94
And dental shields
Open
But not unprotected
THE
ONE AND ONLY (92)
CHANCE WE HAD
WAS NOT
ONE EARTH (94)
UNDER A BANNER THAT’S TORN
But, but, a shattered crystal doesn’t define sight 94
ONE (93)
Childhood includes enhanced healing powers 93
There are not two ways to save it
ONIONHEAD (94)
PEELS LAYERS FROM SIMPLICITY
IN THE FIRM PARADOX OF LETTING THEM BE
ALL THE LITTLE CREATURES THAT TRUST
JUST BECAUSE
A bed bomb was inspired by 94
The deal of the century
Even apartheid and loneliness can show up 92
In the same sentence when mood is the moving force
I’M LOST, I’M LOST
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?
ONTARIO (94)
TRYING IN AN
ONTHEBUS BOMBSHELTER (94)
WAY (NO TICKET REQUIRED) TO BE
The birthday boy on a Sopwith Camel 92
(add blood somewhere)
FUNNY NO MORE AN
OPEN HAND (94)
Circle‑jerk, daisy‑chain kisses 91
FROM THE
ORACLE (94)
OF OCULAR INVERSION
There’s war 94
After there’s
War with rules
No insult intended, but 92
My mother’s breath wasn’t
Exactly “inspiring”
(It’s supposed to be a joke, mother)
IN A HUMOROUS
ORBIS (94)
HERBAL ORBIT
Crawl/climb 92
Aligned with/against
Rage/blaze
ORCHISES (94)
OR KISSES FOR THE FINDING OF FINE
Opalescent iron blank miles from above 94
Blank brittle ice sea white surface beneath light
Encircled deeper with suffused trees
And the as extends though by the then heavy
And and hard for the
ORE (94)
Eh lah lah woo woo 94
IN THE FINE STATE OF
OREGON (94)
OR ALL ORE GONE
Is lady licking lady 91
Poetry poetry
Because secrets are a romance
That is not mawkishly hacked‑knees?
EVEN
ORIEL (94)
SAYS “OH, WELL”
I always leave double footprints when I’m welching 94
PLAYING AN
ORPHIC LUTE (94)
Poets always want to revise their acceptance 92
Editors usually want to revise their lives
Waves and wind want to revise the beach
CALLED
ORTALDA (94)
Using slang metaphors as metaphor, 92
Homey plasma ain’t geeking for the beat
WHO THE HECK IS
OSIRIS? (94)
IF IT’S NOT IN MY DICTIONARY IT DOESN’T EXIST
My ear calls ‑‑ 91
Oh! Ooooops ‑‑ should
Be a big name;
Osiris, my ear,
Calls my mouth
To be silent
Translate the poetry 92
Not the meaning
Darkness sparks 93
Fire flies
Wing ding
In car headlights
Niagara Agoraphobia 94
Doubt in a box
Plunging vaccinations
Against the roar of
Virginity
BUT THERE IS ALWAYS THE
OTHER SIDE (94)
Evil playgrounds waiting 92
Niagara calling
Wave crochets the wind
Earth blushing, frost crawling
And I sit writing, frightened,
Inundated, undated, dated, ate D Ted Ed D
WHERE
OTIS CAN RUSH LITTLE ESTER (93)
FLINGING A HAIL MARY
OTTER (94)
PLAY
He dances like a plop of mashed potatoes 94
Sometimes does a two‑step dollop of cranberry sauce or
The turkey‑with‑a‑hand‑up‑it 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”
THAT
OUR FAMILY (94)
Epi Plati pus ‑‑ open me, silly siphon! 93
WOULD NEVER UTTER
OUROBOROS (91)
Jeans or genes with holes in them 91
Fashion for a time when lazy is in
OUT LOUD (94)
OUT (93)
Get into yourself not out to me 91
AS FAR AS THE
OUTERBRIDGE (94)
The guitar understands logarithms better 92
Than the mathematicians understand the glue bacteria
I want to crawl up and have sex with something
How to Imagine Poetry 94
Don’t read these lines
Or any others (but keep that secret
Because , hey, any secret’s fun to the
Hum drum dental student)
THE
OUTREACH (94)
REACHES OUT
Poems are the “show‑ems” 94
We write every day
If we would have readers
We wouldn’t spend all our fucking time writing
TO THE
OUTRIDER (94)
He slipped away 94
Loud, abruptly, like the cork
He so favored in his red wine.
I sniffed and sipped but passed
On that old bottle
She slipped away 92
Squish, slosh, sliding
On the raspberry lubrication
She so often had caught on her tongue
Between her teeth, like seeds and skin
OVERLOOK TUSK (94)
Tieing up your poetry with sausage links 92
ON THE BLACK RHINO TONE IGNORES THE
OVERTONE SERIES (91)
Sure, sure, love is only pure music 91
When not played or heard or hampered by poetry
OVETA (91)
STRUGGLES
Eggs on chair 91
I sit ‑‑
Discover them
WITH
OWENS, THE WRITER’S HAVEN, KIDS, EMOTIONS (93)
WITH A MORTGAGE ON
OWL CREEK (94)
WHERE
It is so courageous to visit seduction 94
OXALIS (94)
The dead are protected from living curses 92
But not from the curses of the living
L ‑‑ Lightened (light) 94
M ‑‑ Lightened (might)
N ‑‑ Lightened (night)
OXFORD (94)
MINDS OPEN
Packed court 94
Pact
Packed a punch.
I packed.
FOR
OXFORD (94)
OYEZ (93)
Oh, yes! 93
Oh no!
Yoko
Oh, yes ‑‑
REMAINS
ACCIDENTS AND…. AND WHAT?
FUCK! I DIDN’T LAUGH ONCE FROM “H” TO “P”!
THIS IS BEGINNING TO BE A BITCH ‑‑
AND P IS A SON OF A BITCH, PERIOD.
CYCLICAL INDECISION
AH, WELL, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT
LEAVE IT!
(FIVE FUCKIN’ YEARS?)
I’M A HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK
COLLECTING QUOTES
ALLOWING THE WHOLE WORLD
THE HONOR OF WRITING IN ME.
PABLO (94)
I fear I’m lost in your “Son’s Sonnet” 93
Beyond the cosmic quasi’s grid
And the forsaking.
In a Hitchhiker’s‑Guide‑like answering way ‑‑
Was it 42 or 41? Or 27?
Any truth or myth’s okay
In this poetry vacuum
Under an instant sun.
Did you ever pause to think 94
What poetry really is?
A mosquito dance ‑‑ 91
Praying for light
During the night
Epilepsy curse 92
Dropsy lines
Drowned wit‑mouse
Floating on torpid lines
OF THE
PACIFIC (91)
The scythe and the sickle 91
Have a dirty mythology
ON
PAGE 5 (94)
WOULDN’T WANT TO PUT A
PAINTBRUSH (94)
TO IT, EVEN IF THE SUBJECT
OF HIS STROKES WAS A
PAINTED BRIDE (93)
Grungy leaps into a hole, 92
Not knowing how deep
Boy‑dirt goes ‑‑ the glint
On the string of spit and tears
And snot on shadowed faces
IN THE
PAINTED HILLS (94)
BELOW NIAGARA FALLS
Air is not a territorial entity 94
It even enters me
UNDER A
PAISLEY MOON (94)
SPOTTED BEHIND
Gibbous Giblets 94
Waxing ears
Gibbous carillon
Waning pond whooshes
Whining
When baby puts her foot down
“No corn‑colors tonight!”
Knots in wood are dead eyes.
Every dirty space between planks
Is a prison bar.
Every boat on every lake or ocean
Is a forefinger pressed into the Earth’s belly
Every Sunrise covers a gaping black hole
In the universe.
Every bed is a galaxy of insects and germs
Moving the print‑patterned sheets with vaporous
vibrations.
Every sound tells of the atmosphere splitting in quakes
at various distances,
Here, in paranoia, death‑poetry.
EVERY CORNER, HE
LET HER USE
HER
PALANQUIN (94)
HARP
If all your strings were plucked right now 94
You’d make an overtone gash into the musical side of love
LET HER USE
PANCAKE (94)
TO COVER EXPERIENCE
SAYS P IS A SON OF A BITCH AND, ANYWAY
I won’t keep a single one 92
Flat and burned
Twisted
Uncooked bubbles
With liquid insides
PANDORA (94)
HAS A STRONG ARM
Armstrong 91
A single leave
Footprint
On moon dust
Left (you’ll never get home on your right, with your
rights)
Under blue? 94
Loam in Heaven
Foam mattress of a meadow
Home
DISTRACTED AGAIN, SHE HAD
OPENED HER BOX BEFORE
FOR A
PANHANDLER (94)
WITH BIG EYES
AND LONG HAIR
How nicely farted the moon an orange fog, 94
But “poached” encroached
On the Cutty Sark mist,
Eggs running catsup,
Wrecking the bouquet,
Had him stumbling into a bloodshot day
PLAYING THE
PANJANDRUM (94)
IN GREECE BY SOME
PANTHEON (94)
INTO
PAPER AIR 91
HIS TEETH IN A
PAPER BAG (94)
OUT OF THE WAY
Road kill poetry 94
The pus of squeezed pimples
We make new words 92
So the syllables will fit
syntaxscrawlwording
WHILE
THE PAPER RADIO (94)
SUN
RADIATED
Kvatch‑kopf 92
Quackery
GUM DISEASE FROM TOO MANY
PAPER SALAd (94)
SANDWICHES
TWIG FOLIAGE, CUCUMBER PEELS
FOR ROUGHAGE
Escher “rivers 92
Falling through the sky”
Of perspective
Blue eyes surround me
Interior rain
Fills my cold brown
Foothills
I start each line with a preposition 93
Or an article or a conjunction
Or a pronoun that takes direction
From an internal sense
Or order trying to get out
And into the world
When I picture strawberry leviathan cheesecake
On the horizon of his darkening mouth
AND TOO MANY SWEETS
TO STIFFEN HIS
PAPIER‑MACHE (94)
Yeah, Dad should have used better mosquito repellant 92
I go watchless 94
The future is measured
By no ticking clock
The past sounds no longer of “tick‑tock”
And today there is too much to do
IN THE
PARADISE (92)
PARAGON (94)
HER
PARANOIA BACKDROP (94)
PEAKS WHEN HER PABLO
SPEAKS OF THE PAST
Got a quarter smile from me. 93
There is no need here for a semi‑colon(;)
Which, when well‑used, is such a treat;
It is ice‑cream when you’re not thirsty,
Dripping on an outstretched tongue,
A real recognition of attention and care
SHE TRIES TO FORGET
Herpes hickies 94
Smiling glint
Of corporate bureaucracy
I usually get dinner and flowers before…
PARIS (94)
PARIS (94)
AND
PARNASSUS (94)
Fashion ‑‑ some lines 94
That show your tits
And make Elsa
Klentch
Ineluctable Joyce 92
Crawls on the grass
Like a cherry blossom
So what, to your artsy‑fartsy abstraction? 91
Three naked girls used to dance
In the bouncing geometric refraction
When the four o’clock sun hit all the cut crystal
Every afternoon, in the windows of Rainbow Time,
Running colors colliding on sweet young flesh
PARNASSUS (94)
WITH NO KISSES NO
PARTING GIFTS, MARCH (94)
Fast fuck forever good‑bye 92
A firm handshake and a steady look
Would have done as well
MATCH
FIGHTING A
PARTISAN (94)
GAME OF “I KNOW NOTHING
BETTER THAN YOU DO”
That’s a lie! 92
You weren’t wandering.
You were casing the country,
Looking for booty … I mean (beauty)
‑‑ I mean, beauty
THEY SMELL YOU
THEY SMELL
PASQUE PETALS (94)
Pyromaniac 92
Match
Fiery
Sex
Nymphomaniac
No porno, honey‑tongue, 94
Just fat women, left, for littler ones
AND TALK
ABOUT HOW WE ALL ARE LIKE
PATRIOTS
LIKE THE
PASSAGER (94)
WHO HAS NO TICKET BUT PRIDE
AND LISTENS TO ONLY ONE CONDUCTOR
ON A TRAIN FILLED WITH DUCK‑BILLED, BLUE HATS
“PASSAGES NORTH” (94)
THEY SHOUT IN A CHORUS
Lips lock on shoes 93
Eyeballs crushed on carpet
Under mouth
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
Dune cradles 94
Sand cracks
Under inverted
Sky, dripping
Foam
“NEXT STOP,
PASSAIC” (93)
These could be the lines of a living man. 92
Shit, man, I’ll listen the best I can,
Will understand the mirror,
As it reflects what I think I am.
THEY ACT LIKE THEY’RE ON
SOME TRACK, SOME REAL
PATH (94)
THAT’S BEEN DEFINED BY THE
PAUPER’S (93)
LIFE
Mobius 92
Stripped
For his pleasure
Stuck saying those same damn lines 93
Over and over, operatic, it
Is immortality
Of costumes and scenery more
OF
PEACE AND FREEDOM (93)
FROM RESPONSIBILITY
Still the still confusion 93
Still the still is unused, still,
Silent still, distilled still in
The unstill still, encore
Stripped lines like these? 92
Hold your hostage still? 93
Be heard in the motherland? 94
AS IF POLITICS AND THE IDEA OF MONEY, THE BURDEN OF WEALTH,
WERE MERELY A
PEACE FARM (94)
AND ALL THAT MATTERED WAS
“Packing for Somalia” 94
no ‑‑
“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!
every now and then, for a few minutes i do get to
be myself again
PEACOCK (93)
PECKS AT
The steam in your moustache 93
Sticks to you like Winter love
A steam that recycles and starts again.
A
PEARL (94)
THERE, THINKING IT ONLY
Salt, 94
Sand,
Shapes to lick
You search for yourself 93
Without seeing your father,
Mortar and brick hands,
Squish, squish, stroke,
Tweek, nibble; he did
Have other rhythm
Practiced laying more than bricks,
With kisses and butterfly fingers
All over your mother’s breasts,
Squeek, squish, circle around.
Licking, sand sometimes,
Memories and houses
Were not all he built,
All he left,
His only healing art.
I sucked your toes 91
You sucked mine
Then you went home
And wrote down lies.
Bare feet 92
Inserted into the maiden
Sea
A
PEBBLE (93)
OF GREAT VALUE (93)
TO HIS STOMACH OR HIS WALLET
GLITTERING BETWEEN CROOKED TOES.
THAT’S WHAT THE
PECKERWOOD (94)
HAS TO SAY ABOUT REALITY;
IT IS SO OFTEN EATEN
AND RECYCLED OUT THE OTHER END
Journal poetry 92
Immortalizing a moment
And your eyes again
Dickweed 94
Peckerwood
No line to remember
Just another list
Of picture words,
With “I”s like hers
FLYING AWAY
PEGASUS (94)
ESCAPES THE ATMOSPHERE
BEFORE PLOP DROPS
Tight voice 94
Luminous
Drippings of dew
Off leaves
Dawn
Drenched in muted
Cock‑a‑doodles
UV 200 shawl‑shoulder 91
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? ‑‑ Ho‑ho.
No! 91
Time has its way
Of making us forget
Why we were together.
Come on! Tell the truth!
Not me! 92
Leave the leaf tears 94
And leaf smoke and leaves alone
THE
PELICAN (94)
WANTS PLASTIC SURGERY
FROM SOME BROKER
NAMED
PEMBROKE (94)
BECAUSE EVEN IF THERE
IS NO FIRE IN HIS GUT
Addicted, you can’t tell what’s enough 92
From what’s snuff.
“Snuff snot! That’s snuff snot!”
“It’s not! It’s not snot.”
“It’s snot.”
“It’s not snuff snot; It’s not snot ‑‑
It’s not. Now that’s enough.”
“It’s not, that’s snuff.”
“That’s enough!”
“That’s snuff. That’s snot so it’s snuff snot.”
“It’s not ‑‑ Well… It’s snot alright but it’s not
Snuff snot. There’s not enough snot for it to be
Snuff snot, there’s not.”
“That’s snuff, is it not?”
“That’s enough, okay? I’ll say it’s snuff,
Even though it’s not snuff, if you’ll say it’s enough.”
“It is enough snot to be snuff snot, so I don’t have to
Say it’s enough of this because it’s not, it’s snot.”
“That’s enough snuff stuff.”
“No, it’s not. It’s snot until you wipe it, so
It’s not until you wipe it so that I don’t have to look
At it. Then I’ll say it’s enough, but now it’s snuff
On the tip of your nose and snot on your lip.”
“I’ll wipe the snot, but it’s not snuff.”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
THE
PENDRAGON (94)
MENTALITY RAGES AND WISHES
LIKE OCEAN WAVES SWISH AND ROAR
ONE STORY ONLY
Ring around the campfire 94
Pocket full of ___(blank)___ shit?
I decree there will be
Time and, well, …. that’s it!
COMBINING RACISM AND DIVERSITY
PENNINE (94)
COMPLACENCY
Third Line Horizon 94
Third line
The picture line
Skywheel ‑‑ Sunlight spokes spinning
To turn an image
For half‑figured philosophy
I’M SO TIRED OF THESE “P” WORDS
AND “P” POETRY, SO,
TAKE A “P”. GIVE A “P”
WHAT’S A “P” BETWEEN FRIENDS?
ON A
PENNINE PLATFORM (94)
(I wish.) 92
A cute political awareness 93
Bouncing against my conventions
A Vision of Cal 94
Clothier
Zipping up
My miniskirt
Blanched
Eyes
Jerking
His breathing
Gratitude
THE TRAIN REACHES
PENNSYLVANIA (94)
AND AGAIN
PENNSYLVANIA (94)
IT’S A WIDE STATE
OF THE CONTRACTILE MIND
Existential Closet 92
Solipsistic
Son of a cedar
Get back into your closet!
Hairpie Discrete 94
Munch, munch
Eat a world
Lunch, lunch
With a girl
I don’t care
How much you weigh
I’ll lunch and munch you everyday
PUTTING UP A
PENNYWHISTLE (92)
PENSAR (91)
PENSIVE (92)
Slow Thinking 92
Using Einstein equations
To reach past the heavens?
PENTAGRAM (93)
TO FRIGHTEN THE
PENUMBRA (94)
OF NOT QUITE OUTSIDERS
The same essential stillness ‑‑ 94
A brassiere cutting off circulation
CAPTURING SOULS IN A
PEOPLENET (94)
THAT
One little piggie 92
Got slippery
Bud didn’t bloom 94
Because he wasn’t everyone’s
Buddy
NEVER WAS ANYTHING LIKE A
PEP (94)
RALLY
Pep tide 94
Pep toe
Abysmal depth
Of endless murky streams
Clamped pep‑tight
At the feel of warm waves
Peppy prep for evacuation
PEQUOD (94)
HOUSES CLATTERING AROUND
ON RAINY BRAIN‑STORM DAYS
Boot follows 92
The beat
Of the dancing
Vein
OUR
PERCEPTIONS (94)
ARE TWISTED
In wishbone configurations 93
Stretched wings
Resilience
Doesn’t have
To be
Concession
“Get your fish here!… yes,
We have no hot dogs.”
Bird‑brained lines 94
But still, but soft
Fly over my mountains;
I’ll be your baby
Untitled by Pussy Slashing 92
Flighty heart
And whole being
Buy a ticket on a jet plane
Fly an ache to Ecktar
TO
PEREGRINE (94)
HUNTER VISION
A Nancy By Any Other Name
Oh, Emily, where are you now?
Shrubbery verity 94
“Ni!”
And humming bird farts
For a whiff of the arts
“Ni!”
Amherst is buried under snow
But the pantyhose still come out
To aim a dart
In broccoli directions.
Asparagus takes years
To root and settle
While Carol contrives herself
As a hummingbird feeder
“Ni!”
Between two of them
Grateful
Cheese
Licking up dew
Sentences.
Verbs have or do
Dart up
Dart up!
Down boy.
Climb a tree.
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?
AND
PERIVALE (92)
VISION HUNTER
CLAWS AT EMPTY AIR IN
Da nang 92
Da nang
A burst and a bang
Politics tosses
A grenade of losses
Now,
How does your poetry
Hang?
PERMAFROST (94)
How many names for snow do you know? 92
COOLS THE HEART OF THE
PERMEABLE HERMIT, UNOFFICIAL PUCK, IRREPRESSIBLE (94) I spit on the wand 94
Of the blonde
PERSEA (94)
MY
PET (94)
Fat people 94
Eat
Cat food
Pet 92
Pit
Bit
Bet
PETERLOO (92)
URINAL
EATING
PETRONIUM (94)
IN LIEU OF WATER
PHANES (93)
ON BAY WINDOW PANES
MATCHING
PHASE AND CYCLE (94)
OF HURRICANE LIGHTNING
WITH UNHEARD THUNDER
Unified field 91
Of glass
(W)Holism
PHILOMEL PHILMATHEAN (93)
Hey, you with the scabbed nose, 91
I gotta Daddy too
And polyester daffodils
16 tons 93
And I filla
My gut.
Yeah,
Like a lepton flowerburst
PHILOMEL (94)
PHLEBAS (94)
PHLEGM
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.
PHOEBE (94)
SNOW SOLD OUT TO WINTER SLUDGE
THAT BROWN THAT SITS ON THE
CURBS UNTIL SPRING
FORCES
It’s Lot in a car lot 93
Of clavicles (semantic z’s and x’s)
WATER TO COME OUT OF HIBERNATION
The Grumbler 93
Sweat crack
Texas chapped
Dick
LIKE A
PHOENIX BROADSHEET NEW BROOM PRIVATE PRESS (94)
To Withstand 93
Sliding dew
Darkest stars touch
Moon‑eyed crescent hill
An endless girl
On could‑not nights
Of a gentle hand
Touch my sad
Forsythia
N Dear 91
Older,
I endear them to me,
Me to them, with
Cuddles and massage
Alcoved All 94
Dragonfly heart
Behind
Peering sunrise
Awaiting more universe
One shore
One one one one
PHOENIX (94)
SWEEPS
Pretty shabby grace 94
To forget
A last embrace
PIE POETRY IMAGERY AND EXPRESSION (93)
PISSED INTERCOURSE EXPULSION
WHO CARES ABOUT INTERCOURSE?
MOST OF THE WORLD EXPLOITS WOMEN’S
WEAKNESSES. HERE, WE EXPLOIT
THAT WEAKNESS, TOO.
ANY SISTER WHO DENIES IT, LIES
PIEDMONT (94)
Stress 94
Our our is less of a mess
Our hour is not this dress
Hour hour of naked distress
Zero
Hour
Our dirty dishes break ‑‑ we’re less
Our hour, day , week, month, year, decade at this address
I feel too bad to feel like a dirty picture 92
I feel too bad to write about how bad I feel
I feel……
Fine, but 91
Up what stream
Can we hide
Kansas?
PIG IRON (94)
MAKES NO
Too nice to dice 93
Stone lamps in small rooms
Dim song
Dim song 94
Schewan Goose
In sweet and sour
Tones of lonely
One‑plate dinners
Sip slag 91
If
Slip sliding away
Dim song 92
Ended at an arbitrary point
Called a period.
PIKESTAFF (94)
STRONG ENOUGH
TO CREASE THE HEART
OF UNREALITY WITH A SOCIAL WOUND
Pom‑poms and poems 92
On pretty legs
In pretty lines of
Please, release me!
PIKEVILLE STATION (94)
I STARTED THIS, BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SISTERS BEING RAPED?
WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER THINGS THAT MAKE THIS UNIMPORTANT?
WE TALK FAT AND
PINCHGUT (94)
TO DISTRACT US
AND Ps ARE STILL A SON OF A BITCH
PINEHURST (94)
Whose waves crush? 94
Hose waves crush
Hose aves rush
S ave r us
S ave us
Save us from mothers who write poetry
About leaf‑demons that “stir young boys’ blood”
PIPE SMOKER’S EPHEMERIS (94)
Some Machine, Any Machine That Works 92
It worked for me, too 92
Then clang! Wheeze, wheeze.
EMPHYSEMA
PIRATE (94)
Mold to fill 94
Old to ill
D o ll
D o
PIROGUE (91)
PITT (94)
PINT, SOLD AS A
PITTSBURGH QUART (94)
Art as dog‑moose‑fly 93
You bust the hymen 94
Of your children’s minds
“Null brown … cellulose…
Reclaiming” yourself.
PIVOT (94)
ON FUCK WORDS
What’s hard to accept 92
Is the gums giving up
A PLACE FOR POETS (91)
BETWEEN TEETH, TO BE FLOSSED.
Redefining Slavery, Defining Comfortable 91
At fundraisers
Politicians straddle
Fund razors
WE LONG FOR THE
PLACE IN THE WOODS READ AMERICA (94)
May poetry 94
April dance to
March music?
ALONGSIDE
May 94
April dance or
March in
June or
July, by the
August mansion called
September?
THE
PLAINS (94)
It must be nice 93
To be so sure of what poetry is
Species: Poet 94
His lines are arachnid
Ararat on a rat’s ass
Like antelopes loping
Over a cliff‑edge
If edited to the swansong
Of an Anatidae
Tick tock 91
Life is lingering
Softening the blow, tones, touch 92
Of yielding to impending sin
No,
Of yielding to an offending son
No,
Of yielding to my display of spinning pasties
No,
Of yielding to the waiter’s tray of pastries
FUCK!
THIS IS JUST A MERCY FUCK,
HONEY,
DON’T GET ALL EXCITED.
A
PLAINSONG (94)
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
REINVENTED US AS
PLAINSONGS (94)
OFTEN DO,
So the plane’s belly 92
Can be a poetic belly, huge, metallic
The large curd of her anxiety 94
Bubbles the surface of the skin.
Always Begging That They Go to Vegas 91
Gambler’s paradise
Gives them the only hope
They have ever found
And been able to hold onto
MAKING A WOOD NYMPH
I reach for her nippled flares, 93
Burn my fingers on the yellowed skin
PLAINSWOMAN (93)
OF MY SISTER
PLANTAGENET (94)
THROWING HAIR EXTENSIONS OUT
OF THE
PLASTIC TOWER (94)
After Children’s Day
I am stuffed turkey on token gifts
Candy‑caned into a corner
Egg‑nogged out of excitement
Tinselled to the tonsils
Mulled by make‑believe smiles
Fruitcake filled
Tied up to my neck
In Christmas credit
You pass your eyes
Over that poem
And wish it were
A sketch.
AN EMPTY SHELL INHABITANTS ARE RETURNING TO
PLEIADES (92)
PLOUGHSHARES. (94)
PLOVER (CHIDORI) (91)
INTERVIEWED ON OFRAY WHIMPERY,
TO WHOM I WILL REMAIN
A MAMA MUFF,
SPORT PLAYTHINGS
FOR A DOG OR TWO
DONE IN DOGGIE‑STYLE
VARIATIONS
My, my, my 91
There are seven syllables
In the line above (here, too!)
MY BROTHER
THE PLOWMAN (94)
WELCOMES THEM WITH
Death, sickness, philosophy 94
All become unreal when the doctor
Labels you
A
PLUM REVIEW (94)
Early October in Intercourse 93
Mid‑May in Maggie’s Nipple
Breaking wind in Barcelona
Did you go there for the foot‑tar?
How sweet is a Pennsylvania memory?
It is
Monday in Montauk
And why did I come here?
I’m uncertain about the expenditure 92
Of all this time taken to make up
Smooth and rhythmic internal rhyme without
Enjambment, clich
But let me take this opportunity to end on a sour note
And not the kind I make, sucking lemons.
America as a Plant Dethroned in Latin 94
Am I supposed to understand
America’s in trouble, any more clearly,
Aided by lines about crownless willows?
AND A CLEAN
POCAHANTAS (94)
POCKET INSPIRATIONS (92)
POEM (94)
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?
In all thy orisons be the virgin remembered 92
POEM FACTORY (91)
OLFACTORY INFINITY
UNLIKE THE
POEMS FOR A LIVABLE PLANET (94)
Using paper to protest 94
The cutting of trees
BUT
POET (94)
Sun, 93
Roots growing into eclipsing
Air‑soup haze
Today you are more fiery
Than friend
An arachnid mandible
Chewing away at
Our butterfly cocoon
Fickle music‑lover 94
Haunted by the ghosts
Of one note after another
Haunted, exorcised, haunted, exorcised
Because there has to be something
To fill the silences
Tonight the moon is a bird 93
Tonight the moon is a flower
Tonight the moon is a puppy
Tonight the moon is an aardvark’s hum
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”
EVEN
POET AND CRITIC (94)
Stereos and steroids 92
We buy, buy, buy.
POET GALLERY (93)
TYPE
Charlemagne and Mary, Queen, 93
Were up my line, my tree.
In diminishing heraldry
The branches became broken
Or preachers or teachers
Or farmers who loved their
Mastery of the land
Labored as slaves to bring
In the crop, crumbled, like Rome
Into ruin and a new kind
Of concrete royalty
POET INTERNATIONAL (91)
POET LORE (94)
Professions of love 92
Swim down your throat,
Amy? Do the bubbles
Tickle your nose?
POET PAPERS (94)
POETIC JUSTICE (92)
Dawn pushes down; 91
Darkness drops into the West
Warm dark 92
Worm dark
Warm dirk
Worm dirt
Wart worm
Dark work
Duck pucky 91
Eyes are stuck shut
Waking up from deep dreams
Poetic Prejudice 92
Sleep, wake, dawn
That’s the poetic time
OF
THE POETIC KNIGHT (94)
BROTHERHOOD
Mud stygma, moss sygmata 93
Mystic sty in the eye
Astigmatism of sunshine ‑‑
Water
Ice and Crystal 92
Break
Trying to bond
“Put ‘er into third, baby!” she cackles, with lust 94
FORGETTING
POETIC LICENSE (94)
“Rock me like 94
Hypocrisy! Oh, yeah.”
RIDING OFF THE
POETIC PAGE (94)
Bambi met the X‑men 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
And at least save some memory
For me
I would rather have heard those old men’s stories 92
in that poetic post office than the fact that you
remember men, there, enhancing the flag with them.
…..Or Other Titles, Heads Without Bodies 94
(But Not Without Tales)
IN HOT,
POETIC PURSUITS (91)
FOR HALF‑PRICED SUITS
If you have to pretend 91
And imagine metaphor and imagery
Pretend/imagine that this is poetry
On Bumble‑Bee Tears 91
Sad dew drops
Without salt to sting
TAKING
POETIC POTSHOTS
INTO
POETIC SPACE (94)
This poem has the quality of Sears aluminum siding 93
Of color‑safe 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
Per‑New 94
Spec‑Dif
Few ‑‑ rest 92
Actual ‑‑ pour
Compassion ‑‑ blood
Then ‑‑ quiet
Silenced ‑‑ words
POETICAL HISTORIES (94)
MELDING WITH ROMANCE INTO A
POETPOURRI (94)
Eeeek! ezrat nicknii 93
Mockla ma meeze tani
Zala forzoon love chinna
Zepflund poofff oooh ah
Rumors of the Ball 91
Bounce off of her
Champagne‑stained 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 alley‑oop(s).
Big/little disPLACEment 94
The sophisticated lie 91
Always was a modeled
Version of the truth
Butt on 92
Button
Not tub,
But ton
On Butt.
Butt on
Button
OF SENTIMENTAL
POETRY (94)
Holy shit! 70,000 poetry submissions a year to read 94
And still touting your Prufrock prize?
DEDICATED PRIZES
Prufrock 94
Was his
Proof
LIKE POETRY BENCHES
AT UNIVERSITIES
Line line word word (I’m alluding to something right here, 94
right now with these very words)
Line line line (I’m alluding to someone I love)
Line line line (This is and allusion to someone I respect)
Line line line (Time for an allusion to a Greek Myth)
Line line line (How can you possibly think homosexuality is
in here?)
WHERE NOVEL BUILDINGS ALL HAVE NAMES
Let’s go, you and I 94
Like a yo‑yo and a dodo
To the brink of our love
Or maybe to the Stop and Go
POETRY AND AUDIENCE PELICANS (94)
Skeleton of Poetry 94
Sel e ton of poetry
A sip of tension lessened ‑‑ 92
Left lifted, absence took us,
Our glasses left grazing her
Thundercloud toockus
BECOMING SO IMMERSED
THAT A
POETRY BREAK (94)
Men 91
To smell you is to
Want to sneeze and cough,
Hold perfumed fingers
Under my nose, while
Escaping
SPLITS HIM (MY BROTHER) IN TWO
If I were the tampon inside you 93
I would suck your insides dry
And cause those intense looks of near‑pain on your face
As I entered and exited you
AND NOW HE’S FLOATING
IN PARTS IN LIMBO
If I were the latex of your condom
I would squeeze you tight, in support,
And cause you to stand up straight,
Before you shrivel with bad posture
My men call me goddess 94
So they can believe themselves gods
Fire pit 92
Spit fire
Valhalla was conceived 91
When war was not a lie
Now men deceived
(And women too)
Talk peace before they die
Hidden, peace 92
Is innundated
By surrounding words
WAITING FOR A
POETRY CONNEXION (94)
SO HE CAN CALL HIMSELF SOMETHING
Wants (94)
Patient poets
Who are voluntarily committed
Or in tents but accessible
(With a phone or mailbox)
So they can get in tush
POETRY DURHAM (94)
They do not dare you to pick them, 92
They dare you to name them
POETRY EAST (94)
I got bombed 92
Hiding from the bomb
HE DOESN’T CARE
AS LONG AS HIS BIG BANG,
HIS
POETRY EXPLOSION (94)
REJOINS HIS BITS TO BECOME A
Color and flower‑based 92
Poetry is not racism
But is something like it
VERSE VERSUS VERSATILE
POETRY FORUM (94)
FOR HIM
POETRY FOR RUM
“Hit me rather than ignore me” 94
I’ve got lots of bruises
POETRY FER GIN
Dueling scars 93
Are no longer
In fashion
Nor shorter
Naked
(And new knitted flesh
Doesn’t put up much
Of a fight anyway)
POET FURRY FER RYE
FOREBEARING FOR BEER
Son being sad at your death 93
Is your reason for life?
DROWNING
POETRY HALIFAX (92)
I’m sorry he died, but on the ice 91
He was skating toward the shore
Maybe he slid to the other side
Without bruising his bum
SO,
FAX ME A FORTUNE COOKIE
Hockey Huff 91
A dead star, a lost game:
It’s all the same
Without a name
And such a shame
That you’re to blame
With your sick puck,
Your tight‑wrapped stick,
Skating the circled ruts,
Like you’re lame,
On pale blue lines,
Tinted tame
IN
POETRY IRELAND (93)
NOVEL ISLAND
OR IN
POETRY KANTO (94)
TIME CHANGING PEOPLES’ LIVES AS
TIME CHANGING CAN DO
Pine tree
Pinefore
Pine for
Perfectly
Penned
Pretend pig
Porcupine
Pilots
Porous pock‑marked
Potato
Perversion???
TIME CHANGING
Perverse pine
With pens poking it
Into permanence
A pen porcupine
Of piggy poets
That pine over yew.
POETRY MAGIC (93)
Poetry in this book should do something shouldn’t it? 92
BUT FOR NOW HE REMAINS
POETRY MISCELLANY (93)
Peppering Snowblower is the Wrong Title for This Poem 93
Cheap fashion coat
To last only one Winter
Of no particular season ‑‑
(ing)
SLEEPING IN PIECES OF TATTERED EMOTION JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR
OF A
POETRY MOTEL, IN A SUBURBAN WILDERNESS (94)
A REGULAR SUBURBAN
EXTRA URBAN
EXTRA BOURBON
SUBURBAN WILDERNESS
Fun‑ 94
eral
Flow‑
ers
Proccess‑
ional
Into‑
lerable
Re‑
Lease
UNABLE TO NATURALIZE HIM
HE’S STILL SCATTERED BETWEEN
POETRY NEW YORK (94)
The second month plus one second 94
Of separation
AND
POETRY NIPPON (94)
THE BUTT (OF WHAT JOKE?)
What’s the matter 94
In mind and matter?
Who will/would mind
The soul?
Every moment is enshrined 92
In the Great Grandfather clock
What are translations of poetry? With sounds and words and
sense changed? Is this long series of words I’ve written a
translation of my interpretation?
AND
POETRY NORTHWEST (94)
BUT NOT SOUTH OF THE NORTH‑NORTHWEST
AND BITS ARE SCATTERED TO
POETRY NOTTINGHAM (94)
WHERE HE FORGETS KNIGHTHOOD FOR
People‑watching 94
Is more than
Fan‑
Fare
Fan‑
Tasy
Talking to Plants 91
I love you still
Shriveling, losing rigidity
Or turgid tonnage, filled with life fluid.
I wet you down and purr to you
And say how pretty you are
But I never seem to treat you
Nicely enough
To get you to buy that new, yellow car
THE
POETRY OF THE PEOPLE (94)
I’ll bet someone there 92
Was staring at your tits and ass
AND GATHERED A BIT TOGETHER,
NO LONGER KNIGHT BUT RIGHT,
AT LEAST, OUR QUESTOR BECOMES
POETRY ONLY (93)
But the rich pay 92
For translations
Of the poetry of poverty
A REGULAR
POETRY PEDDLER, A MEDLEY OF ELECTRIC SNOWBOUND LINES (93)
Cocaine stapled 93
There’s snot
Much in
The baby face
She’s a high‑classed hooker 92
She gets a paycheck
Again, 93
Is
Grey
Entering
Blank
Lighter later?
Self‑inflicted, perfect lips 91
Hard tunnel for my choo chew
Tooth impressions, scrape marks
Balloon lips bought
Deflated
NO LONGER
POETRY PLUS (94)
Had to Give This Title of “Poem”, So You’d Know
A
Few words
In
A column
Train of Thought 94
Train, train,
On track,
Stops
At the station
A Poet‑Poem 93
Ponder‑
O‑
Us
About
Paradox of proportions
KNIGHT OR ANYTHING ELSE
OKAY LET’S
POETRY REVIEW PUFFIN UNDERGROUND (93)
DRAG IN, IN, IN
How much poetry fits into a box? 92
POETRY SOUTH (91)
POETRY TODAY (92)
No smut here ‑‑ 92
Sluts think of death angels
Mourners fear a slip of the tongue
POETRY USA POETS FOR PEACE POETRY FOR PLANETARY SURVIVAL (94)
Rock and Roll with save 94
Capitalism?
No, baby, just repeat
And repeat and repeat
With a good downbeat
I called your name. 92
It was an answer
So beautiful
It had no question
POETRY VOICE (92)
What’s a dead man a metaphor for?
FROM
POETRY WALES (94)
POETRY WAILS
POETRY WHALES
No one likes to be lonely 92
YES
POETRY (94)
Wiz ards 93
Wizz
Whiz
Waterloo overtones 94
Playing garden stones
Tragic recital
Toadie dances
POETRY WORLD (91)
POETRY (92)
The bitch asked me to blow away 92
Her husband because she didn’t
Want to leave him ( for a dyke )
AND
POETS AT WORK (94)
I almost liked it. Could you care? 94
I wish you were here or I was there
Romance them would rhyme with commitment
As I entered and left your dreams
And all old flames would warm us
If you were she who touches me
And not some poetic notion (potion)
I’m sorry your father had to die. 91
What does life mean to you now?
You almost loved me? Did I know? 94
I almost loved your poetry. Did you know?
POETS OF NOW (92)
He pictures them
Fucking in Heaven
At closing time
POETS ON (94)
PEDESTALS
Last line 94
Red herring
This is about the first line of this
Narration Shivers 92
Ambiguity
Is not automatically
Art
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 half‑berries
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
POETS PAINTERS COMPOSERS (94)
Wax impressions 91
Of wax (waning)
Screen 94
Door
To technocracy
2D 91
Be me
Reality
D3 (and dimension 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & etc.)
POETS PEN (94)
WITHOUT POSSESSION
POET’S REVIEW (94)
Captain’s not a lad 92
Too bad
POETS’ ROUNDTABLE (94)
POGMENT (93)
MAKE A
POINT (94)
OF THE
Between 94
Skin
Razor’s edge
Skin
Prime evil gives 93
Purple eyes the taste
For revenging
Gull 94
Makes passes at me
Screaming
Obscenities
Bad Neighborhood 93
Bad is not “bad”
When it eats itself
At the void’s 94
Edge
The campfire
Eve of Guilt 93
Eve of Guilt
Spell, mailed into candlelight
Apples mulled over the
Guilt of Eve
THE POINTED CIRCLE (94)
Liquor 94
Left no room to
Lick her
Spinning, spinning, spun
Hot Dog 92
“Lain out naked and long”
Without a good bun
I wished there were catsup,
Mustard, but most of all,
Relish
POKED WITH STICKS (93)
Boil That Baby In Water 93
The sun’s a disinfectant
For your crass crybaby wounds
Fly jokes inside
Cracked fortune
Cookie
Moon
The Moon isn’t out tonight
But if it were it wouldn’t be
A festering boil or a simple boil on the bottom
Before it bursts because
The moon has sharp edges
Even in the haze; A boil is soft
And squishy when not aroused
POLYFIDELITOUS PEP TALK (91)
POLYPHONIES (94)
SLAM AGAINST A
PORTABLE WALL (94)
CALLED
Potable Poetry 92
By Wilbur in the woods by a stream
Zapper bulldogs 94
A mucus‑wet sky
Won’t release the harvest moon
PORTLAND (92)
PORTLAND (94)
Never Say Never 94
“Nothing is right”
This Spring, but you don’t write (or do you?) that
“Nothing is left”
TRAITOR, CONCENTRATING ON
PORTRAITS (92)
OF POOR TRAITS,
Braless 92
Does the best poetry
Speak “best
With its body?”
POST‑INDUSTRIAL (94)
POTATO EYES NIGHTSHADE (94)
Almost Obscenity 91
Scythes lopping
Dancing Jersey
Udders
Milking girls
Resurrection of tuberous fibrils 94
No Freud in the closet
Not the one without clothing, dark
Enough to imagine our existence,
But here, alive again
POTES AND POETS ABACUS (93)
CUSSING
POTPOURRI (94)
The Old burned estate 94
Of “that thief”,
Blaze
Browning the edges 93
Of a light ray’s paint
Made glossy to remember
Grandma
POTTERSFIELD PORTFOLIO (92)
No Traction In Mud 92
Tractor
Tract
Detractor
POULTRY (94)
How About Sirius Poetry? 94
Nova magenta
Sweet cracker nut
Black holes
Gamma raise
Constellations of praise
Hey, shit wit, if the shoe fits, poop in it 91
Now I have to look up “arn”? 93
RATHER THAN
POWER ANIMAL (94)
POETRY
To Ron, 93
Poverty is not just a mental illness (as some say it is)
But is dirty, too
After Line 2, I Give Up 92
Rhythm‑making soul‑shaking
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