Found Poetry (In the Titles and Some Lines From The Poet's Market) A thru F by Q.Z.Blaze

AARDVARK (94)

I AM

I AM.

I AM

CALLED THIS

TO BE FIRST

In line for a kiss, 94

Beneath the moonlit touch

Of a hooker’s hand ‑‑

Of course she’s a loved one ‑‑

Loved one, loved all:

French kisses on me, in her

Favorite women’s room

IN THE

ABATTOIR ‑‑ (92)

SLAUGHTERHOUSE:

PICTURE THAT, POOR POETS;

ARE YOU REALLY LIKE

MONKS AND NUNS IN AN

ABBEY (94)

OR SURE, IF OUTER SPACE

CAME TO VISIT, THAT

ABIKO (94)

EXISTS,

THAT YOU ARE

ABORIGINAL, (94)

UNTAINTED DNA?

WHERE DID IT COME FROM,

THE DOUBLE HELIX, DROPPED

INTO THE OOZE OF AMMONIA

AND PRIMORDIAL COAGULATION?

DOES CARBON EXISTENCE MAKE US

DESCENDENTS OF GRAVITY’S WONDERS,

DANGLING OUR TOES, SITTING, NOMINALLY

ABOVE THE BRIDGE? (94)

When the image, not imagination, 91‑93

When the warp of the words, not ideas

When the hidden rhyme, not the timed

Impact

Of what is being expressed

And colors, black day, orange mailbox,

Green waiting, salmon resistance,

Try to tell the formula of it,

The soul, seldom done justice, is cheapened

Is a sleazy breeze 94

Escaping the skull’s horizon

AND WHAT WORD IS THIS?

ABRAXAS, A GHOST PONY WORD, (94)

NOT IN CHEAP DICTIONARIES

NOR THE YELLOWED PAGES OF HER WORLD BOOK ENCYCLOPEDIA,

DISPLAYS THE DEPTH OF MY IGNORANCE, TUMBLING

She 94

Disappeared

Like a dot on the

Page‑white, snow‑wisped

Mountain peak, scrub‑brush

Hiding her like pronouns.

IN A

WELL, WELL ‑‑

A WET

Grief is my (moon) beam, 94

Sucking breeze.

An orange smog carpet of clouds,

The sky is a walnut, 93

A prune,

A lady in waiting

For yet another

Eruption,

Another immortal moment

Inside the rock,

ABSOLUTE. INTERZONE BIZZARE, (94)

ABSCOND (91)

WITH SOME WORDS;

Nouner am I, verbing very little ‑‑ 91

After all, isn’t it fortyish to adjectivize?

We William Carlos Williams the wrong heroes

And orange you into poverty

AN ARTIFACT

OF/FROM GREATNESS,

ANOTHER CHICAGO MAGAZINE, OUT OF LEFT FIELD (94)

Tame hurricanes, blue lightning, 94

“No boiling waters”,

Stasis poetry,

ACTING UP, ACTING DOWN

ACTA VICTORIANA; (91)

AND ALL THAT

BAD LAW, LIKE

Bad poetry is a miasma of molten mulch, 91

Making more muck grow in the dawn

Of unrelenting reason and foregone promise.

ACUMEN, IS AN EMBER. (94)

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.)

It was the second time 94

We’d met, the very second time

Our eyes brushed against the aura‑

Tinted air and minute‑measured

Time became second time.

NOW

Hard‑eyed, I tell you 94

Love, never a code word,

Forbad

Words of experience

That sounded similar to

“I love you…

ADARA, NOT YOUR AVERAGE ZINE, (91)

IS ON AN OCEAN (DISASTER)

On the ocean, the waves should purify 91

With waste‑ravenous fauna,

In diamonds and froth

ADASTRA (94)

(ANOTHER NEW WORD?)

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 ‑‑

EVERY NIGHT

Every night, a little more burned out, 92

Sons of sex maniacs and whoremongers

Sons of coming and going with booze

Daughters of the milking breast

Daughters of the hammered hemorrhoid

Fathers of future disease

Fathers of freedom

Mothers of need and greed

Mothers of the wash room

Grandfathers of progress

Grandfathers of mass production

Grandmothers of silent watchfulness

Your fame and glory

Are candles without wax, (wicks floating in oil)

On the night‑club scene

ADRIFT (94)

HE IS A FAT FOOL

Fat fuck ‑‑ 92

Got fat,

Doesn’t fuck.

HE HIDES BEHIND

THE ADROIT EXPRESSION (92)

I HEAR HIS FAT SOUNDS.

Mourning eyes 91

Make my memory

Her tear‑stained dress

Distresses my skipping

Slows me like a silk kite

Anchor

TIED TO THE VIVID

EXPLOSION

The sky is not a velvet cock 92

Nor the earth a womb

Of only warmth

ONLY

ADVOCACY (94)

SUSTAINS

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

AND ALL THE WHILE

THE ADVOCATE’S (94)

“Lighthouse”

Uses all the vowel sounds 91

Using all the vowel sounds

Night plucks it strings 92

For a phantom musician

Whose chords invade

The 3 A.M.

Siren‑sound, shot‑rhythm air.

I was a fat tub 94

Standing on squat legs

Young and begging

To be entered

But you gave me a diamond scrub

Descended upon me from above

And, in bubble‑bath crystals,

You brought me lilacs.

LIGHT PURPLE ANGINA

LIGHTS UP MY HEART

AEGINA (94)

IS DARK

IS LIGHT

IS DARK

IS LIGHT

What is light 93

When loosed from the

Prison of Nature?

TUGGING

PULLING AGAINST ME

Cancerous crocuses 93

Cry captured breath.

Buying bedpan beauty

Admiration,

Angina anticipates anxiety

A PRETTY BALLOON ABOUT TO POP ‑‑

You were a balloon 91

Jerking

My anchor

WHILE

Ever‑set Everest 92

Is so much higher

Than a boy on a bike

Can be,

Especially one who

Stays on the streets

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

Subtracted Again 94

……. Pale ………

Mice …. knock ….

….. Propellor …..

………. Sand …

… Brink …….

Ash ……..

GO AHEAD ‑‑ GO AHEAD AND LIVE!!!!

AESTHETIC RAPTURE ‑‑ THE FIVE SENSES (91)

SAY LITTLE ABOUT

AETHLON SPORT LITERATURE (94)

WHEN

In Emphysema Emphasis

Smoking is all there

Is as your lungs grow old,

A beat or two at a time

This heartbeat is the proof

As sucked air gets thicker

AFRICA WORLD (94)

AFRICAN AMERICAN (94)

AFRO‑HISPANIC (94)

PANIC

AFTER THE END (92)

AGADA (91)

GADFLY PAPER

FRIGHTENS MILD HER

Glastonbury 91

What keeps me away

An obese woman

Once a prisoner of fad

Now retired to a feast

Tiny bits of the best

In the flatlands under the mountains

WITH HER

AGASSIZ (94)

AGENDA (92)

SITTING STONED

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

AGNI (94)

ALONE, ALONE

Grandfather left us 94

Grandmother

She left

The wind

YOU

DO CONTINUE 94

Peter’s pop

Lost a leg and, limping

On hurting heart,

Left with generous abandon,

Left the business to “Mom”.

I cried when Peter,

Pretending again,

The way it was his habit

To pretend ‑‑ on paper ‑‑

Placed a short story

In its envelope in his father’s

Cool hands, saying

“You loved my stories.

So, here’s a tale of a Spaniard

Whose remains nourish the soil of Spain.

These pages were the only journey

I could afford for your last wish,

After the cost of the head stone and coffin.”

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 bomb‑trigger buttons in the glen.

AGOG (91)

Fat‑faced editors consume your time 91

With rejects, unmetered rhyme

Your sage advice and printed slime

My poetry, here, sits safe, sublime

AGOG (92)

You think it’s fun 92

To remind me of pigeons

Pecking at the celluloid eyes

Of market‑version, imitated audiences,

Pictures of pictures.

Chewing cannibal ribs,

You avoid the true horror

Of the human heart

THE FLIGHTY HEART

AG‑PILOT, CROP DUSTER (94)

THAT IT IS,

THE AGUILAR EXPRESSION (94)

(AGUILAR?)

AGILE

PUMPS

The young complexity 93

That never was me

Jams my strawberry

Memories

I ride the jam‑biguity 94

Down the gullets of Ganymede

Dressed in icy froth

Along horse‑brown paths

Of panting

Ice‑cream saliva,

Miracle‑whipped

To speed the dappled Sugar

Homeward

AHSAHTA, COLD‑DRILL (94)

PUMMELED

VORTICE?

WHORE TENSE

SHEBOYGAN ‑‑

MAN, OH, MAN

I DON’T WANT TO BURN OUT

Machines rust 93

Entropy, entropy

Time is electrons

If geometry is corralled.

My horse loves me

All the time.

My tiller tills

Petroleum‑leased land.

Southern Fall 92

It’s where the serpentine

Constriction of Summer

Squeezes the hot iron lung

Of the still, humid air,

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 tripe‑scented

Feline, pharaoh‑following,

Ankhishly holding sparrows

Like Teflon pterodactyls

LIKE BAD

AIM. (94)

Grande‑Mere Despair 92

What history will tell her story

“Nanny” to so many; no child was kept guessing

About love and life as life’s real glory

And death‑mourning makes

Her lessons less; His whorey

Heart took the cash blessing

And he didn’t help his sister, Laurie.

AIREINGS (94)

OF AIRELINGS,

Houseflies humming in incandescence 91

While the war raged on television,

Hovering over the maggot‑ridden beer‑bellies

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

I go to war 93

For my mother’s pasty

Fingers, her orchard,

And glory

Held up 94

By the builder’s cement

Stuck

Together

Up to our groins

In love

GROUND‑DOWN

APHRODISIAC,

AJAX (91)

COMMERCIAL AND STILL 91

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

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

Okay, 94

I remember a thunderous funnel

Of birds before they

Were beaten down

Migration Miracles

Bird cloud

Tree megaphone

Laughing leaves

Temporary truce between

Man and melody

ANOTHER STATE

ALASKA (94)

UNBAKED

IS TOO COLD FOR MOST

ALBATROSS (94)

TO SKINNY DIP WITHOUT FEATHERS,

HUNG AROUND A POLAR BEAR’S NECK

Birds like 94

Worms

In birds

Fallen flightless

In Iraq 91

The brick and concrete are shattered

“Brilliant” bombs are flying in; chickens

Rebels, eagles and fraternizers

Crawl amongst the wreckage

I AM THE

ALCHEMIST (94)

The faggots would not leave me alone 92

They went without coming after they pawed

Pubescent me, sharing their loneliness

Like long‑licked, swelling penii

And lonely now, youth gone, I search

For company I don’t have to hug

SWOLLEN

ALCHEMY (92)

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.

ALDEBARON (94)

ALGILMORE (93)

MORE!! MORE!

MAYBE WHY MORE

MAYBE NO MORE

MAYBE NO WAY

MAYBE WAY MORE

Re‑incarnation 91

Gilds us

With the guilt

Of our flighty ignorance.

Do you know your writing on the surface of anything? 93

IF DEPTH MEANS GLORIFICATION OF FICTIONALIZED

ALICE JAMES COLLECTIVES (94)

OR JAMESIANS

WHOSE TONGUELESSNESS

IS A COUNTRY EMBARRASSED, EMBITTERED

UNNOTICED ‑‑ WHO WINS?

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

ALIVE NOW ‑‑ POCKETS WEAVINGS (94)

ALLARDYCE (94)

ALLEGHENY (91)

GONE

WOODLANDS

Your tree has more circles, 91

Knots from broken branches, leaves that left,

So I use my chain‑saw, 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.

ALLEGHENY (94)

AGAIN

GROWING AGAIN

In the mud‑puddle of metaphors 92

I dig for the wettest bottom dirt

Remove it and squeeze it dry

Sculpt an image of a snow queen

Who gets her gossamer dress wet

Passing by me, dirty, wishing for snow

IN AN

ALLY (94)

ALMS HOUSE (94)

By Twit Nevershare 91

I am modeling myself in porcelain

Half‑baked highlights, re‑rounded

And re‑routed in the runny clay,

The glint of light does not enter me

As I shape the outside of my poetry

Whining about rusty locks 92

With back porch bramble words

And implied secrets safe,

But only safe when described as can‑openers

Rusting.

I SAY

Grow only? 94

Grow only to … (whatever)?

Not my children

They grow up

Even if they smell

Of fish

ALOHA (94)

“Celebration” 94

Bucks the rhythm

Of the upity‑down,

Bird‑loving moment

SO, HAH!

Bird songs 94

Bird soarings

Bird pictures

Word moorings

Pellet sentences

Seeking bird‑soup

Nourishment

Bird names

More words

Psychic loop

Lip‑serviced

Bird‑named

Eagle‑stall

Sparrow fall

Dropping leaves

Leaving droppings

Bird word Winter

Skeleton trees

A feather floats

Slowly to the ground

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 water‑stains 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 yellow‑brown

Creation I paid for

OMEGA FLARES

AGAINST

ALPHA BEAT SOUP, (94)

All over the Lower East Side 92

Art spills into veins

Is guzzled down gullets

Tangos with terror

And then is forgotten

ALPHABOX (94)

RICE KRISPY PUGILISM

ALTA NAPA (93)

NAPPY

A stranger 93

With lake‑blue eyes

Traded food stamps

For cigarettes and soda

Her grandson drank,

Ashamed of frailty,

Avoiding her eyes

There lies my mistress in her bed 92

She’d like to move but her limbs are dead

Her mind alive with rainbow wings

ALTERNATIVE (91)

MOODS

ALTERNATIVE (94)

ACTION SOMETIMES

sHIT in THE BUCKet 94

TOTo

ACTIVATES

So much passion 92

Portrayed

To smash

Innocence

Like a gay guy

Just out of his closet

Flashing his

Chocolate‑chipped dick

ALURA (92)

IN THE AZURE DUST

The dust of Summer filters over furniture 92

And snows inside the house. Baby cockroaches,

Weighted down, can’t smell the manure

Cruise the carpet and get their little feet wet.

AMARANTH WINDOW (93)

WIDOW

WATCHER

REMOVES

Lobster inspiration 93

Antennae and eyes

In a high pressure, blood,

Red‑surfaced world,

Without other lives

To live vicariously

Or other‑

Wise

TO SAY

Love is a calico kitten 91

Purring over catnip toys

Ready for spools and cat‑litter schools

The Devil trapped outside

AMATEUR (94)

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED LIFE, GIGOLO,

WERE NO HARD‑BITTEN PRO AT LIVING

Words got you clogged? 94

Try a tango

Spring 91

The beautiful brown fingers of Oak in Spring

Are malignant with uncontrolled green budding

Against glorious grey clouds, laden with acid

Too soon, Summer’s leaves will make them look flaccid.

AMAZING STORIES, (91)

GLOWING

Chemical waste 91

And the acid‑soaked 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

AMBER, (94)

The phantom musician 94

Was silenced by truce

South Park lies unbothered, for the most part,

By gunshot ….. or guitar glissando

MAKING GRAVEN MISTAKES OF YOURSELF

You say 94

“I am”

I am?

Touching God?

Is someone

Not any more

Than you are?

AMBERGRIS (91)

IMPEDIMENTS TO

The incandescent sprinkles of distant stars 91

Are porch lights in patterned mythology

Guarding yards where families went super‑nova

HOT SUN

AMBIT (94)

GAMBIT

SUICIDE GAMBLERS

BUNDLING FARDEL BURDENS

If you write down 94

The thoughts you have

And then take out

The extraneous,

Is the editing art?

Write

Thought

Take out

Extraneous

Editing

Art

STEPPED ON BY

AMELIA (94)

OH, I’D LIKE TO

HEAL YA

The brown on my rusting crack 92

Grows like a puckered wound

To expand into meaning where Papa sat

As Grandpa waits to unroll the paper

Waits outside the door

Waits, wincing, for me to hear him

Go to foreign lands 93

To become bilingual

Stay home for homily

AMELIA

AGAIN AGAIN

Porcelain yellows 92

With the thin‑streamed truth ‑‑

After the love juice

My cyan indignation 94

At cyanide coloration

Of craft and capability

THE POISON

IS AMELIORATED

BUT NOT BY

AMELIA

ONCE MORE

I HIT THE CLOSED DOOR

OF ACCEPTANCE

What if he, like a flatulent hero 92

Blares in your face, his fine‑pointed part

“You’ve no violin, you petulant Nero!”

Adding an F to destroy your verbal art?

Hitting my flu‑filled head with the heel of my palm 94

Moving my jaw to massage an itchy throat

Trying to clear my ears to hear the sucking sounds

Of Sucrets

Speedy swallows 94

Sneezing projectiles like darts in an ocean

Of Rhinovirus

I try to skew time

To cure a radish nose

AMERICA (94)

THE BEAUTIFUL

AMERICAN (93)

Chor(ig)nobyl 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?

WITH THE

AMERICAN ATHEIST (94)

SAYING

“I higher‑case the crazy little things” ‑‑ 92

For habit?

I’M THE

AMERICAN COLLEGIATE (93)

AMERICAN COWBOY POET (94)

AMERICAN DANE (94)

AMERICAN KNIGHT (94)

What’s the mildest mild you can conjure, 91

Tar in the mind’s eye?

Mildew on a tarnished sword grip?

OH, THAT

PAISLEY VOICE

That resonance, 92

Nasal,

Constricted,

Is abuse itself

Is neither ignored

Nor as natural

As shallow breathing

When in an ocean

Of wave‑blustery life

SINGING

Initiates 94

Are always slaves

To some purpose.

Witchcraft weakens,

Calling for power

That was already bestowed

AMERICAN (94)

FOLK MUSIC

NOT

AMERICAN LITERARY (93)

WORKS

AMERICAN POETRY, WORLD POETRY

AND

The road looks like a ladder 92

In median point perspective

The black backward, the deep horizon

Ahead, the painted lines

Take my attention until a truck‑

Wake washes me in road mist and diesel blast

THE

AMERICAN SCHOLAR (94)

Jung in slant rhymes ‑‑ 94

An archetypal “din”

Not to get lost in

IN AN

AMERICAN SQUAREDANCE (92)

TOWN

AMERICAN STUDIES, MARILU, HERLAND (91)

SILLY SHOCK WARRIORS

SHACKLED STILL BY SELF‑CONCEPT,

Horny hitchhiker‑housewife 91

Waves beauty in the wake of trucks

Pieces of poetry scatter

Like a storm cloud, billowing

Backward into the past

BY INCLUSION REALIZED

WITHOUT A GOOD “WHY”

MEET OUR

AMERICAN TOLKIEN SOCIETY (94)

WHY?

BECAUSE

Tolkien’s poetry 92

Schooooooooshes in aluminum

Like the pop‑top

Of a soda can

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

WHILE

I strafe the air 94

With frequent flatulence

To find a way to feel

At home

AMERICAN WRITING (94)

FIZZLES

IN THE SODA CAN

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

Waiting 94

Called destination

Unpromising

But not promising nothing

AMERICAS REVIEW (94)

Get up, do it again 94

Don’t just douche it with your pen

Sweat ‑‑ the paper must be stained…

And not with blood

Br(rrr) 94

Bra (burn)

Bran (buns)

Brand (X)

Brandish (eek!)

AMHERST (94)

AMICUS (94)

BRIEFS

BROWNED BY HOT AIR WITH PARTICLE JUICES

Under mossy rocks 92

Under (water) pressure

In the muck miasma

Under the big toe of poverty

The sponge

Dreams starfish darknesses

And separation

STRANGLING

ANACONDA (94)

SLITHERING

ANALECTA (94)

DELECTABLE

EAT IT!

Garbage glistened in the round receptacle 91

Frost glazed the morning meadow

Flies made babies, not knowing

The trash men come at noon.

Neglect? 92

One less cigarette?

No designer sneakers?

Hand‑me‑down 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

APPLE

AND CORE (91)

AND CORE

Centered, the silly line soothes and sates. 91

We went for a walk.

AND REVIEW (93)

AS ALWAYS

Used‑to‑be hillside 93

Houses

An ecological niche

AS ALWAYS

Entropy poetry 92

Falls from the form

Of voiced verse ‑‑

Asphasia forever

DO IT THE WAY I TELL YOU TO.

PARTAKE OF LIBERAL THINKING

AND, OF COURSE,

ANDROGYNE (92)

TOO.

We gather words 92

Like lonely ladies

Calling for demons

To impregnate the pauses

INERT

ANERCA (91)

Most holes are not (W)holes 91

To fall into in the Fall.

Waiting for Winter to winter

The storm, window screens scream, ripped

IN THE

ANGEL SUN (91)

ANGLE SON

DANGLING

FISH‑STORY BIG

His tush 91

As good as gravy

His lips

Were wide awake

Her tush

As good as gravy

Her lips

Were wide awake

TWO TO ONE

EXPANSIONS OF THE TRUTH

ANHINGA (94)

UNHINGED

TROUNCES

Death spares nothing 94

Entropy always

Worms live within us

Hope hangs in there

Like red meat

(Unless we make a god of death, forgetting any religion

and any reason for life)

I am only a condom, a squirt 91

A come here, get away. Her walls

Are rainbow wings; I slip out

From the envelope of her body, smaller

Less impressive, no more there

Than the fantasy that filled her

FLUFFY, FLUFF ME, LOVELY, LOVELY

ANIMA (94)

ENEMA

Why women scream 92

Because of their multiple men

Because of their menstrual release

Because of their mutual isolation

Because they don’t wear rubbers

ANIMAL TALES. (93)

FLOUNDERING

FOUNDRY

FOUNDER

FOUND HER

ANJOU? (94)

DOES FISH SUIT YOU?

ANSUDA (94)

THE

ANT FARM (93)

BUSTLES ENCASE

YOUR GLUTES

HIDING HARRIED PRE‑

OCCUPATIONS

Does our fence really need 93

Feathers from the dead bird

You dream?

OOPS!

BUSTLE FENCE FALLS

BOUNDARY BROKEN

BUT THE LAND INSIDE IT

IS STILL OURS

FOR NOW

ANTAEUS, ECCO (94)

FOR NOW

ANTERIOR BITEWING (94)

Cold, cold, soothing peace 94

(Full enough? Full enough)

ANTHOLOGY (94)

OF NAMES ‑‑ BIG NAMES

ANTIETAM (94)

Ancient grave site 93

Angel orange

Granite lilies

Any old sky

Ex‑Wife’s Rival 94

She must feel to him

Like a stone cold crack,

For me to be satisfied

The magician I know 92

Conjured a family

With my mother

Sunday is not his Sabbath 91

Saturday is

Sunday, pulling and bagging,

He rakes Autumn’s refuse.

ANTIGONISH (94)

ANTI‑GONAD

Chimoney chimera 92

The bagpipe babbles

Clubfoot sandwich

Summer sun

Bakes the broadside

In cannon fodder

ANTIOCH (94)

BATTLES ARE FOUGHT BY

THE FOOT SOLDIERS

And the snores trumpet 92

Juice dreams of daring

But you, with your legs

Parted, are my fantasy

NOT

ANTIPODES (94)

MUDSLIDING

Poem equals religion equals 94

Only whole type of thinking equals poem?

Poem equals sunset equals

Only whole type of thinking equals poem?

Poem equals entropy equals….

ANTIPOETRY CORRUPTION (93)

INTO ANTI‑ANTI UNTIL

COMMON PEOPLE LOST

……… prayers …… 93

… wiped ….. tears ……

…………… falling ….

… angel ………

……….. hell ……

….. death ……… flames

(editing) wept

BUT YOU WITH YOUR LEGS PARTED

ARE MY FANTASY

NOT

ANYTHING THAT MOVES. (94)

His proud march in the gay parade 94

Could have been pride for having, maybe,

Helped to save all humanity

APALACHEE (94)

WORN PATH

APPALACHIA (94)

WILD TRAIL

WITH TOILETS

APPALACHIAN HERITAGE (94)

We went up with fat orange back‑packs 92

Puffing morning mist into thin scrub‑brush

Offered quail Familia crumbs

As the tree‑line faded downward

APPLEZABA (94)

ZAPPED APPLES

APPLES AILARED

APPLES, LARD, SUGAR, CRUST, APPLE PIE

Do all old 94

Foot soldiers

Glamourize

Duh‑

Feet?

“Parachute Madonna” 92

Is as good as these words get

Bah‑boom! 94

Why so few shootings heard about?

Because grief and fear of grief can turn to rebellion,

Retrograde projectiles aimed backwards up the trajectory?

APROPOS (94)

TO SOME PROPAGANDA

Rhyming verse is the curse 93

Of the poetry universe

When the rhythm

Is not apropos

My life is apropos 91

And every day is wonder

I listen to the falling snow

And thank God for my blindness

‑‑ JUXTAPOSITION LIKE THAT

SOOTHES SOME PEOPLE.

Juxtaposition 92

Allows me to let out

The anger, you know,

At new platitudes

Because dreams are

Worth dreaming even when

Not “preserved”

Even if they only quell

The twitching temporarily

AQUARIUS (94)

DAWNED TO DIM

INTO DROWSINESS

ARARAT (94)

A RAT TAT TAT

THE MOUNTAIN MISSILE

ARC (94)

DID NOT MISS

His proud march in the gay parade 94

Could have been pride for having, maybe,

Helped to save all humanity

APALACHEE (94)

WORN PATH

APPALACHIA (94)

WILD TRAIL

WITH TOILETS

APPALACHIAN HERITAGE (94)

We went up with fat orange back‑packs 92

Puffing morning mist into thin scrub‑brush

Offered quail Familia crumbs

As the tree‑line faded downward

APPLEZABA (94)

ZAPPED APPLES

APPLES AILARED

APPLES, LARD, SUGAR, CRUST, APPLE PIE

Do all old 94

Foot soldiers

Glamourize

Duh‑

Feet?

“Parachute Madonna” 92

Is as good as these words get

Bah‑boom! 94

Why so few shootings heard about?

Because grief and fear of grief can turn to rebellion,

Retrograde projectiles aimed backwards up the trajectory?

APROPOS (94)

TO SOME PROPAGANDA

Rhyming verse is the curse 93

Of the poetry universe

When the rhythm

Is not apropos

My life is apropos 91

And every day is wonder

I listen to the falling snow

And thank God for my blindness

‑‑ JUXTAPOSITION LIKE THAT

SOOTHES SOME PEOPLE.

Juxtaposition 92

Allows me to let out

The anger, you know,

At new platitudes

Because dreams are

Worth dreaming even when

Not “preserved”

Even if they only quell

The twitching temporarily

AQUARIUS (94)

DAWNED TO DIM

INTO DROWSINESS

ARARAT (94)

A RAT TAT TAT

THE MOUNTAIN MISSILE

ARC (94)

DID NOT MISS

ARCHAE. (92)

Sometime later, Grandmother’s wind spoke to me 91

“You remember, don’t you? You were supposed to take

Care of me. She stood at the water’s edge with you,

Awaiting the squall line, her white hair flowing free

And she passed me along, left me as her legacy.”

The still Summer air, here, crushes my resolve

To keep her smile and wind alive, glowing, wild.

THE ARCHER (91)

OF THE LOON

Mirror morning lake 91

Ripples with a loon’s light

Frolic, escaping under

To leave only laughing echoes

HIT

ARRESTED

ARETE. (91)

ARGONAUT (94)

ARIEL (94)

IS SLEEPING.

Being the Janis Joplin 94

Of philosophy, I

Scrape my perception over

Well‑strung screams

My reality plucked precisely

Far enough into

Death to wail

God’s anthem

ARIZONA LITERARY (93)

BOVINE

POSTHUMEROUS ACCOLADES

Posthumous accolades 93

Are better than being forgotten,

Rotten, swamp succor

In the everglades of the immediate

CHEWING ON LONG CUD

WORDS MAKE THE

THIRSTY

ARIZONA UNCONSERVATIVE (94)

DRY

ARIZONA WOMEN’S VOICES (91)

Handicapped vocal cords 91

Scrape against hot breath.

If I thought you wouldn’t be bored

I’d just say “I love you” until my death

FROM

ARJUNA LIBRARY (94)

This poem was written 91

By the man in the moon

“It’s sexual suicide to be

Lit like this, with freezing buns”

I remember waking up 94

With a bad poem in my headache

Coughing up cupie dolls

And the next one 92

Came forth from an editor,

Tuned to the frequency

Of dot, dot, dot……

Death 93

Dreams

Life

TRYING SO HARD TO TALK GOOD NONSENSE, ALL, MERRILY,

FILE

ONE BY ONE

INTO

THE ARK (94)

Hokma Nistarah 94

Translates like this ‑‑

Secret wisdom

FLOODED

ARKANSAS (94)

WET

Spring 94

spring, spring

Which is sprung?

If it were Spring

I could feel

Young and springy

Words worried wasted when 92

The man fell on his face

Into the warm wet gutter

Of his woman’s disgrace

BUT I’LL BET SHE HAD FUN, WET FUN

ARNAZELLA (94)

POINTED

ARROWWOOD, (94)

PORCUPINED TREE OF YOUR

ARS (93)

UP YOUR ART!

IN THESE

ART TIMES. (94)

Pile 92

The

Poor poets’

Tools

Patiently

Though they

Probably

Take turns

Perceiving perfect

Truth ‑‑ That

Pinafore poetry

That

Perpetuates pity

Takes the time that they that

Paint prim

Thimble‑topped

Primrose poetry

Tattoo to themselves to

Preoccupy

The

Precious

Time they take to

Pontificate

About their sleeveless arms in Winter

LICK POETRY’S FROZEN METAL

POSTS WITH

ART‑CORE (94)

ARTCRIMES (91)

WASHED, RAW,

Yet raw, washed longer still, 91

Deaths reason no unstill wrinkled

Ripples on dark sheets nor small

Linger‑scented light or lightly with night

IN PRIVATE SHOWINGS OF

ARTE PUBLICO (94)

ARTFUL DODGE (94)

How to think in modernity 92

Make existence a greedy glut

Of low‑dollar barrels, rolling

Out to sea. We don’t all get

Bombed but all need energy

TO FORGET

ART’S END (94)

The poet, her typing table, the poet 92

Brain‑dead inside a cluttered inspiration trap

The coke bottle behind the book

The ashtray sticky with chewing gum

Wishing the last page preceded this one

The poet, the poet

Never knows

When daylight disturbs her lists of losses

ARTS INDIANA (93)

ARUNDEL (94)

INDELIBLE

ASCENT (94)

EYES’ ASSENT

WATER BRAIDS

DESCENT

The mood of the forest is wrecked 92

In the clash of iconoclasm

And chronology

The 93

Iris is black

When tossed

away.

Carfish 94

For the Westheimer Arts Festival Parade

But not the inky underside

Of pedidal squid phrases,

Rust‑proofing guaranteed

ASCENT (92)

ANOTHER UPWARD

MOTION, GRAVITY‑PULLED ‑‑

Chewing on your words 92

I see an old “B” movie

Not pain

But self‑flatuation

Of a twisted sort

Drooling your blood

Like a glass‑splintering

Baby

ASHLAND (94)

FIRED FROM

ASH OCCUPATION

Everybody knows 94

Those

Music muscles

And the music mind

Are defined

By silence and repose

Bored and poor 92

Wise and rich men

Wander (wonder, at least)

Women produce

At home with men

Who linger alone

IN AN

ASHOD (92)

ASYLUM (94)

I saw the blood‑soaked body 92

The stain on the cool carpet

Of the crack house we razed

Then I remembered the green oil

Leaking from my mother’s unfixed car

AND NOW….

I dream 94

Pin pricks

Pins and needles

On your fallen‑asleep

Pin‑pricked pen,

Prick

And you love it, don’t you?

A REGULAR STORM IN A REALLY FUN EXOTIC PLACE

ATALANTIC (94)

Base emotions 93

Acid love

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

ALA PRINE

Their “brains thrown into a hurricane” 92

The nipple will summit up

The hair will enter a test tube

The genitals will fall like baggy trousers

Disengorged

The soul/will

Entering or exiting

Must be resolute and pure

Of this, at least, I think I am sure

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

ATHENA INCOGNITO (94)

Arrow out 94

Strikes

Narrow

Summer‑lapped

Vulture heron

Of heron‑brambled

Heron‑gap swims

Up that

ATLANTEAN (94)

OLD ASSAILING CLIFFS

BREAKERS

ROSE WOUND

Message to Michelle 94

Translate me

With a little taste

Lick the words clean

Sucking sounds out

Before filleting them

THE ATLANTIC (94)

Warned 94

Against “I reject you”

In the present indicative

FLOWING INTO THE

ATLANTIC MONTHLY (93)

BUT NOT FOR THOSE

ATLANTIS WOMEN (94)

WITH “NEVER AGAINS”,

COUNTING

ATTICUS (93)

ADDITIONS OF

“Never agains” 92

So so “can never go home”

Impregnated

So sure

No miracle will re‑occur,

Sit down, so settled

This toilet 91

Has a stain

I’ll call it

“Brown throne”

Never more

When I notice

The speckles on

The door

AUGURIES (93)

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

Inner ‑‑ that self that is not space 91

Flights of electronic metaphor

And limits

Constricted by light speed

Einsteinian calculations

Of twisted (light) numbers

In flightless time

AURA (94)

ENTICING ORANGE

I read a poem, once; 92

There was a series of pictures

Of bells clanging without narration ‑‑

Movies are like that.

AURORA (91)

NIPPLES

So, so the so‑so’s 91

Sip some monks’ ale

And each try their hand at

An Autumn’s tale

AWEDE (94)

A WEED‑EATER

SPICE ORANGE

Anachronism and vanished imagination 92

As a priority? Yard arm on a clothesline

WHAT SICKLE WISH WAS SUBJECTED

TO THE DOUBLE‑EDGED

AXE (91)

TO CUT DEEP

FROM THE OBSERVER’S POINT

OF VIEW?

Objective obliteration 91

Doesn’t cut me

COWS COULDN’T MAKE IT IF NOT FOR PROFIT

AXE FACTORY (91)

TO MAKE MORE

TREES

Mussolini was my mistress 91

Hitler was my halter

Hirohito was my hook

Begin was the beginning of another fashion statement

AXIS (91)

THE CRUX IS

THAT

The jeans have his father’s bulges 91

Are worn down at the knees and thighs,

Craftwork jeans embroidered with

Double‑helix spirals and sixties paisley

AXIS (91)

AGAIN

If you come 91

And be nice

To your brother

I’ll bake a cake.

MY LITTLE

BABY CONNECTION (94)

can’t tell me if it’s the mood 94

or the heartstrings pulled

by Peter Pan’s shadow

being sewed back on

if lost in the bedroom night

if the moon scares baby

The puppy bats the air 91

Peacocks its fur

Jackrabbits its ears

And cries like a baby

BABY SUE (94)

BABYFISH (LOST ITS MOMMA) (92)

IN A CHICKEN/EGG

QUANDARY

Questions about what color gave 92

What to what color ‑‑

Who wants to blame

White light or blackness

For supplementary conditions of complement?

Isn’t it enough to be

In the musical singing,

Even the blues?

SITTING IN MY

BACKYARD (93)

One single diverseness 93

WITH

BACON (94)

Bits 94

I see the iron filings dance

And separate like old lovers

But I do not get the pattern or the picture

Or the attraction of bit to bit

BITS BURNED BY

BAD ATTITUDE (94)

BAD HAIRCUT (94)

…… And what you do to friends is shatter the illusion 94

THOUGHTS

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

FINDING 94 WAYS TO GET BACK AT A

BAD HENRY (94)

BAGMAN (94)

BAKER STREET (94)

There is an hormonal haze 94

In his testosterone soul

His heart a rutting beast,

Over gonads, that searches

For its next beat

BAKUNIN (94)

GLUTTONY

OVERHANG HANG‑OVER

Adult things you noticed as a child? 94

RUIN AND OUR LEDGE

OVER AN EPINEPHRINE CLIFF

HIS LEFT

BALL ‑‑ SIDE O’ FRIES (94)

Radical feminism 94

Side o’ fries

Support

Side o’ fries

Escape

Side o’ fries

Abortion

Side o’ fries

Divine plan

Side o’ fries

Dignity

Side o’ fries

35‑foot‑long

Side o’ fries

BANGTAIL (93)

AND TITS

Don’t disparage the drone ‑‑ 93

Look,

The sly part is that those New

York drones don’t need

A queen

BOUNCING HOME

THEY LIVE ON

BANK STREET WITH RED PORT AUTHORITY (94)

‘Cus you’re a friggin’ poet 91

Pretender

Trying to match the “black lacquer” 92

Trees and “gauzy” moon

With words like “showers”

And with leaking secrets,

You leech your work

FOR

Progress?????????!!??? 94

Progress?

I remember what Joyce did

With the “day” you progressed through

BANTAM (94)

BAPTIST (94)

BROW BEATING,

Winter watercolors 92

The grey and white and brown

Are all God’s colors, too,

So stop always putting them down.

CRAZY LEGS

BEGS

TO BE BRITTLE

BEFORE YOU

BARHAM (94)

HOCK IT TO ME

HAM BAR SUCKING DOWN SOME HOCKS

AND PIGS’ FEET IN

BARNWOOD (94)

AGED WOOD

BOUGHT

Shell‑shocked or post‑traumatic‑stress‑disordered ‑‑ 94

Someone was saved that day

TO LIVE IN A

BARRELHOUSE (94)

Stacking bones 94

Of poetry dregs

Lincoln Log bones

And a pitiless child

BASSETTOWN (92)

The words of the 1991 Market 92

“Hadda” “wooly” “pindar” to put down

In boldface

Poetry isn’t just a flashback 91

Some sixties sops

Who sold serotonin

Substitutes, try to

Do the same with

“Imagery” and poetry

BAUHAN (94)

BAY AREA (94)

Up your ying/yang 93

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

Big balls bounce 91

Red and brown, down

The slopes of San Francisco

In pairs, past flower shops

Past the bakery, and into

The traffic below

coiled distance 94

snapped felt

felt wings

of shape flood???????????wha\////????

…. whirled…

…… snapped…

.. wheeled….

….. rush…..

… wheeled?

BAY WINDOWS (94)

BROKEN OPEN

And Dickie breaks, too ‑‑ 92

Telescope illusion

Of coq au main ‑‑

Always something miniature 91

In the mind when a lover’s absent

So stay off the street 93

And wear a sweater

Sit on your arse 94

And cherish an appetite

For looking at the solemn, the foolish,

Looking for the dark spots on the sun,

Retina‑frying

FOR A BARE TRIBE

BEAR TRIBE (94)

BEAT SCENE (91)

BEER AND PUB (94)

CASINO ‑‑

Sitting in froth 94

On a cloud of sloth

Floating,

My mug is cracked

BEGGAR’S (94)

BEWARE!

Why doubt? 94

Why desire?

Why dope?

Why why?

Good‑bye

BELHUE (94)

NICELY COLORED

Ham‑hock, sirloin, 94

Filet, shoulder,

Butt and Chuck ‑‑

He separates his lovers

Into parts

BELLADONNA 91

BRICKLAYER

FALLS TO GROUND

Gravity pulls pagans, too 91

BELLADONNA (93)

FOR A

BELLEVUE (91)

The pretty names, 91

Like colors

And amethyst‑studded rings,

Are less in their abundance

BELLFLOWER (94)

DING DONG

STAMEN AND PISTOL

CLAPPER AND CLAP

CUT THE GREEN WIRE

ALL BREEDS OF IGNORANCE

Joyce creeps in 91

To every poetic

Sin

Split chest, ripe 94

Gets us all,

Like Peeping Toms,

Gossips and exhibitionists,

Ineluctable

ONE BY ONE

INVADE THE

BELLOWING ARK (94)

So, read a brittle book 94

TO CONJURE

Dogs and kids 92

And moons and

Julys or Junes

To soothe the

Sting of silence

DISCONTENT ‑‑

BARK

BELL’S LETTERS (94)

Deserved words of devotion 94

If not in a letter

To a convict mass‑murderer

Fig yesterday 93

Cicada cast

Long legs lured

My baited breath

Worm cast

Plaster cast

The whole noisy

Play of fig‑eating,

Loud, insect actors

With broken spirits

And brittle‑marrowed souls.

Picture made, 92

My head crashes

Against the poet’s

Philosophy

The lost snail 91

Slugging along the bricks ‑‑

Slime sister on concrete

LITTLE

BELITTLE

BELOIT (94)

AND OBSTRUCTION TO ABSTRACTION

What abstraction is defined 93

By the door itself?

People write books about it 91

Collect photos for years,

But what was important

To tell was the dis‑

Solution of memory???

The potassium storage 92

Sodium and serotonine

In cytoplasm surrounded

By a science of emotion

And photo albums of words

Mystical acid queen 94

Becomes

Blind, mute ‑‑

Secret herbal

Donor of flightless

Frustration

DOING THE MENTAL

BENCH PRESS (92)

THE PECK BUILDER

NEEDS WEIGHT

BENEATH THE SURFACE (94)

UNDER TOADS

UNDER MINING

UNDERWEAR

TO ELIMINATE

ONE EXTRA STAIN

Forgotten till the very last minute? 94

Forgotten till the very last minute?

BENNETT (94)

SAYS

ALL MOVIE STARS ARE RELATED

SO I BOUGHT A BANANARAMA BANDANA

TO REMEMBER MYSELF BY

Flame‑flaked? 92

Snow‑baked?

The dandruff of dissolution?

The clanging cross‑references?

Currents through the past?

Will this moment last?

She stuck a flower 94

In his barrel

He stuck a barrel

In her flower

BERKELEY (94)

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

BERKELEY (94)

Chaos is not a butterfly; 92

Butterflies live within

Slipstream geometry

Hamiltonians,

Half‑truths to cover

Our waxed and polished,

Shine‑glossed,

Shellac mistakes

BERKELEY (91)

Mirthmockerymakingishness 91

To tear apart or to expand

Is not always like

The language of rap

Which pseudo‑refuses to use

Anything white on the page

But not rhyme

BETWEEN THE LINES (92)

Everything and nothing 92

Float and don’t

Everywhere and nowhere

In the well

And the sick

AND NEVER

BEYOND (93)

We’re going up there 92

After we stop wasting

All this paper

To write about it

WITH SUCH A

BIG HEAD (94)

BECAUSE OF THE BIG NEWS

The non‑subjunctive vegan 94

Sounds

As if I were wrong

If it were “it was”

I would be uncertain

As to who or what did die ‑‑

Or is it as to whom or what did die?

THE BIG MOUSE (91)

THE BIG MOUSSE

We were taking a tour of the farm 91

Until, suddenly I screamed with alarm

Just seventeen goats and a bunny

So I thought it rather unfunny

To feel a goose on my bountiful charms

BUT WHAT ABOUT

THE BIG NOW (94)

Telephone Tearings 94

I called an old boyfriend

Told him I was being eaten

Alive

He asked if he could help

I said the problem was too

BIG!!

For him to help with

And that this was to be my final,

Final good‑bye

IN THE

BIG RAIN? (94)

Chaos is not a butterfly 94

Butterfly

Butterfly chaos, chaos butterfly

Can rational metaphor describe it

Without, somehow, unbecoming it?

MORE THAN IN A

BILINGUAL (94)

DOUBLE‑ENTENDRE,

BIRD WATCHER’S DIGEST (94)

CHICKEN

Picking contagion, 92

Cleaning like slaves,

Born to janitorial joy

Without mops or Spic and Span

Without really loving man

The maggot makes its living

On a quest of germ destruction

HOUSED IN

BIRMINGHAM (94)

The Healthy Child 94

Sleepy eyes, dark hall,

The dull sound of lines and then

A brother calling with thunder

From the lightening street

BISHOP (94)

BITS (94)

CONSECRATES

THE SUPERNATURAL

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 super‑fish‑al?

It has been a long time going 91

But after post‑modern 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.

SHRIVELING

BITTERROOT (91)

I can not color in your eyes 91

The oil on that old canvas,

Unfinished, dry, in cream

Skin‑color sits. The studio,

Empty, I study your thighs;

I don’t think they’re right,

Either.

BKMK (91)

His Lap Dog 91

Too rich to drive

Myself away,

I stay, sitting

Sad, a tad tipsy,

Isolated like

The litter’s runt

BLACK AMERICAN (93)

A peaceful hidden war 92

Where are the white women?

Waiting on this line

Or taken through the back door

(Not now the social‑pariah‑indication

It used to be?), it may be

The very last fixation

Of economic disproportion,

To get those nagging nosy white women

Out of the house and local affairs,

So moan

BLACK APPLE (92)

We were talking philosophy 92

Aunt Grace said “family”

I said “Thanksgiving together?”

She said, “Not anymore”

I said, “Grandma?”

She said, “Both of them, two weeks apart”

“Just us now?”

“Just us now.” she replied

Neither of us said “Why?”

NO, no ‑‑

I said “Grandpa too?”

She said “Uh huh.”

I said “Why?”

She said nothing

No, no ‑‑‑

She said, “Do you want their car?”

I said, “I told them I wanted the Luger”

She said, “They threw it into the lake.”

I said, “I do need a car.”

NO, no ‑‑

She said “Are you coming to the funeral?”

I talked about how poor I am and, now, I don’t even know

the address of the graveyard.

BLACK BEAR (94)

Clapping its intestine 93

Name the news event 91

Blame the blood

Versify variations

Of Voltaire’s ‑‑ What Frenchman

Was it? ‑‑ maggots

Growing out of a cat’s

Vagina; telling the whore

“That soon will be you”

And hit the stomach

The groin, the heart

The brain, with one

Tiny, little, rose‑colored stain.

Somehow, the maggots 92

And oatmeal

Connect

But my scorn

Tries to put a hierarchy

Upon the food chain

Tries to separate the superficial

From a shotgun facial

Tapioca from Topeka 94

Toast on a Buttered Tray

Tea to the Side

Visit from A Boyfriend Who Smelled of Perfume and Stale Sex

Sickly ‑‑ drowsed

Sickly ‑‑ heard weeping

Sickly ‑‑ survived

To write

Sickly ‑‑ verse

BLACK BOOKS (94)

BLACK THOUGHTS

BACK‑STABBED BY BAD IMPRESSIONS

BLACK BOUGH (94)

Easter Mourning 94

Children

Running naked

Egg shells breaking

BLACK BUZZARD (94)

Impression of other art 92

To make art

A telling of effect

Not just direct color

Configurations and

Sailboats on stormy seas

CONSECRATED, THE BLIND MAN BEGINS TO LOVE

COLOR POETRY, LISTENS TO THE

BLACK FLY (94)

The rain hurt you harder

Than laying with snakes?

BLACK HORSE (91)

BLACK MOUNTAIN (94)

I’m not sure Susan 92

Was ever on Edgar Poe

Secret knowledge is 94

A fetus festering unborn

But, Daddy didn’t do it! 91

on joy 94

oh, joy!

enjoy on joy. enjoy joy.

enjoy joy on joy.

on joy, enjoy joy.

BLACK RIVER

RUNNING FROM MY TWAT

(WHAT A THOUGHT)

Ageism ‑‑ all old men don’t have loose teeth 94

Serpent‑sight ‑‑ most pines are straight

Fear ‑‑ of more than just “frictions”

Children are always throwing death

In their parents’ faces

AIDS aides 91

Should we breathe the same air?

Should we care?

I never saw (not, “I’d never seen”)

Someone already dead, smiling, so brightly

In their Spring flower bed.

We planted love

In rows and mounds around his house

But the Fall came early.

BLACK SCHOLAR (94)

Your jello is unformed 92

I sit in the cold

To help it mold

BLACK SPARROW (94)

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

BLACK TAPE (92)

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?

BLACK TIE (94)

The grass is the cousin 91

Of my ass

She is the motorized hum

Of a lawnmower

She is the growing

Prune‑doctor

She is the weed‑eater

And sod‑layer

She is the trimmer

Fingernails pulling at me

I sleep seeing 94

Zulu in landscape

Your spear

I, he, you

“Without feathers?”

BLACK WARRIOR (94)

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 aloe‑vera dreams.

Shrieking Johny one‑note 94

Bran‑flake farts and dirty dishes? 93

BLANK GUN ??????? SILENCER (94)

UPSET ‑‑

over the constipation 94

boy, you are sure

a pure

asshole

fusing modal patterns of solids and gas

musical notes and all (analyzed)

your tritone farts are melifluid

your dissonance is divine

(and a bit of a chuckle, too, mess pas?)

TO A

BLANK (91)

PAGE

ANYTHING’S A

BLAST. (92)

IN THE DARKENED

BLIND ALLEYS (94)

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”

BUT I STILL SAY THAT POETRY IS NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS

Sometimes truth leaks out 91

Of Winter’s broken pipes

Unintended

The house cries

Through tissue‑paper walls

And tells the water‑stain

Story of aging glory,

Painted over, repaired,

Listing a bit, but still standing

Serpent healing? 93

THE BLIZZARD RAMBLER (92)

I cranked up the Grand Prix 92

For his girlfriend from Australia

While we were awaiting her plane

Said, “let’s go for a ride”

Told her, in secret, “I’m a storm

Buster. See that thunderhead?

We’re going into it.” We did.

At about a hundred, hydroplaning,

We rode the length of the storm and then

Turned around and rode the storm backwards.

She said her fear of airplanes had been cured.

(please note, it wasn’t written like‑‑

‑‑Turned around and rode the storm backward ‑‑

doggie‑style,

Daisy‑chaining with the other wild women, rough riders.

She said her fear of flying had been cured. ‑‑

Now was it?)

BLOCK’S (94)

BLOOD DREAMS. (94)

I spit into the cold 94

Dark corridors of your soul

To lubricate the vamp you were

YOU KNOW I HATE TO PICK ON THE LITTLE GUYS

BUT POETS ARE ALL BIG IN MY EYES

HAVE TWENTY‑INCH PENII AND BASKETBALLS

OR AT LEAST DILDOS TO STRAP ON

TO REAM THE EDGES OF THE TRUTH,

AND TONGUES AND LIPS AND FINGERS FOR LATER

TO SOOTHE ANY PAIN THAT’S CAUSED TO

YOU PECKER‑HEADS,

YOU PUCKERED PUSSIES,

BLUE LIPS STUCK TO

BLUE BUILDINGS (91)

Love fell in splinters 91

From our French

Provincial furniture

BLUE GUITAR (92)

Player with blue fingers 92

Plucks pensively, painted

For effect, he watches t.v.

Frets about t.b., drips

Blood from his finger‑tips,

Examines his sperm, his life,

His worth during daytime.

BLUE LIGHT (94)

Houston has its Blue Light Cemetery 94

With silky ghosts and Spanish Moss

Mythology, appearing in weak moments,

Every so often, blue vapor phosphorescence

Explained away as swamp gas

BLUE LIGHT, RED LIGHT (91)

Ditty to Dog‑Catchers 91

My cat needs a licence

To drive your prey wild

BLUE LIGHT (93)

STROBING

Purposelessness 93

Proceeds productivity

For fools frozen

From fear

BLUE RYDER (94)

HUMMING ALONG

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

Self‑conscious 92

Still see

Depth

In her newmade

Love poetry

The swan flew faster than ever 94

For fear‑frozen fish,

Dived and then

BAM!!!!

Headfirst it glided through clear ice,

Outside the Pyrex factory;

A feather landed in the snow

I’ll bet there’s a poet 93

Today

Living on the docks

WRITING

THE CHEWED

BLUELINE (94)

Gotta give you something to see? 92

The canoe glide describes the real me

The gilded leaf my golden thoughts

The cream‑colored corn my segments

The blue fetus, unborn, my past tense? (is that it?)

CUD‑BALLS YELLOW

THICK, GUMMY MUCUS GREEN

LIKE BUBBLE‑CUD BROWN

THE NAMED

COLORS

SQUEEZE LIKE A

BOA (94)

Rose‑garnished 92

Dinner

A lost recipe ‑‑

Describing grief

Because love

Can be laughed at

(whereas laughing at grief is not PC)(That’s a TLA and

this is a TLA only that TLA is a two‑letter‑anagram and

this one is three)

STUCK IN A

BOGG (94)

She thought New York 94

Was a state

Of mind

Room, bed, body, poems 92

Repeat:

I own this rectangle

NOT

BOLD (93)

Lists of lost references 93

Like my Books in Print

And my Statistical Abstract

Of the United States for 1969

ENOUGH TO

BOMB (94)

Lines 94

Columns

BONE AND FLESH (94)

“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.

I bounced off of men 94

Like the drunk I was

To the player piano rhythm

Of dentists socializing

Feeling the spikes of their approval

Like pollen‑masked migrant workers

On the side of the highway

Kerchiefs flapping against the napes of their necks

Garbage bag dragged in one gloved hand while the other

Speared the litter on the edges

Of my vagina.

BOOG (94)

IS JUST THE BOOGINING

OF BOOGIE OR BOOGER

A Waitress Visiting Chicago Yells 94

“Na na na poo poo

Owwwww‑her

Jazz

Is better than

Yoooooouuur

Jazz!”

And I call it finders‑keepers poetry

But you do see the deep meaning, don’t you?

BUCKING BRONCOS

ELECTRIC

BOOMTOWN (94)

KNOCKING YOU OUT OF YOUR

BOOTS FOR FOLKS WITH THEIR BOOTS ON (94)

Rodeo boots??? 93

Bucket‑kicking boots?

Sparkling boots?

Toe‑up boots?

Alice Walker from fiction class 94

Shows up in Marilyn’s poetry

GUARDING THE OPEN

BORDERLANDS (94)

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….

Show‑up toe‑up

SPARKING

BOREALIS (94)

AURORA NIPPLES

Often, awake, I see 94

Mice and rabbits

Running across the page,

Knowing that your poetry

Understands

The seen better than the dream

My poetry 91

Makes

You nuts

Falling from a

Poet tree

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

WELL

DONE WITH THOSE BLACK AND BLUE‑LINED EYES

DONE WITH

BOUILLABAISSE (94)

Promenading 94

Names

Tappanzee

Spanning soggy lines

To bridge the watery gaps

Between the high‑and‑dry truth

Promenading

Names

Tappanzee

(wasn’t that all I needed all along?)

BEEFY BABES

BOULEVARD (94)

Barmaid tit‑mouse 92

With a pocket full

Of cheese

Doesn’t want to sell

Much more than sleaze

Mixing 94

Wake metaphors

With ski‑boat meanings

Mercury syntax

With

Bowline moorings

Loosed, lapping the gunnels

Of your tongue,

You float and glide

From ship to shore

AND THE BOUILLABAISSE, BEEFY BABES, BOULEVARD ANTHEM

BIM BAM BOOM BOOMS

IN THE SOULS OF TESTOSTERONE BIMBOS

(AND ON A NOTE OF MORE ROMANCE, INSTEAD OF CALLING ME A BIMBO

SHOULDN’T I BE CALLED A BIMBA?)

BIM BAH BOOM

BOX YOUR DOG FEMINIST. THE BASEBALL (93)

BOUNCES INTO A

BOX (92)

OF CRACKERS

CRACKING JOKE, BONE AND GUM

AND YOU KNOW THAT THOSE GUM‑CRACKERS DRIVE ME CRAZY IN A

BRANFORD (92)

FIBROUS AUTOMOTIVE UNIT,

A HEALTHIER HOT‑ROD,

WITH A REGULAR MUFFLER

Famous people 92

Pop into my

Poetry

So some fool reader

Might hope to find

Their secrets

Madonna‑penned

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?

WITH A

BRAVO (91)

Mention manila 91

If your words

Don’t define

The envelope

BRAZILLER, (94)

Tachyphrasia 94

Was was better

Than that slow

Tick talk that

Spread like oleo

From Lyme

To infect the forest

With dry‑rot

Philosophizing,

Rooted only to a tree‑flea

Or deer‑mite’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?

BRISTOL HOUSE (92)

TIT MOUSE

READS A

BROADSHEET (92)

BROKEN STREETS (94)

THAT USED TO BE

Pantheism poetry 92

And all religion

Is religion;

The isolationist universal

The singular sunset

The whole enchilada

Sauce and teeth and chopped liver

HOME FOR A

BROODING HERON (94)

BROOKLYN (94)

AND EVEN

The go‑go girl 91

Came

To sit on

His Saturday

Suntan

Went without

Waiting

For (money) day

BRUNSWICK (94)

BECOMES ASH

WHEN THE LOVE‑WAX

WANES

BRUSSELS SPROUT (94)

Poem waits for words 91

Looking looking

Like a page

Stones sit 92

Giving the brook

A choice

Winter 92

Cicada‑

Silence

DNA tells 93

Of shape, not soul

Becoming “I”

Moon and willow 94

Evening shade

Over cool grass

Wind in my hair 93

Turning the weather vane

Spinning gnarly

BUFFALO SPREE (94)

CHIPS OR DIPS

(DON’T SATISFY.)

Separatist! 94

Does it soothe your guilt

To stay away

When confronted

By a cloudy day?

I GOTTA GET A

BUYLINE

BYLINE (94)

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

Okay, John 94

Achtendongschishek

C.A.L.CONSERVATORY FOR CARRIBEAN AMERICAN AFRICAN THIRD WORLD(91)

CONSERVING INTELLIGENCE AND

C.L.A.S.S. (94)

CACANADADADA (92)

Deep doo‑doo’s 92

A better bop

Than some serious scat

That’s a popular flop

CACHE (91)

CASHED GREEN

Cash crop 91

Confused

Corn‑

A‑

Cop(e)‑

WITH NAMES LIKE

CADMUS (94)

LITMUS, BLUNDERBUS

Almost out of the maze 94

Modern man

Turns around to embrace

The haphazard hedge‑rows

CAERMAN (93)

CAESURA (91)

IN A CRAMPED

CAFE (94)

Sperm suspension 94

Without suspense

CAGE (92)

SAY

“GOOD‑BYE, JOHN CAGE”

How far underground? 92

Under the underground?

Even the underground

Is dug today. Dig it?

CAITLIN (91)

CALAPOOYA (94)

CALDER (94)

CALIFORNIA (94)

NOW A COLDER CALIFORNIA

HOW’D YOU LIKE TO HAVE A HOMETOWN NAME LIKE THAT,

MOON UNIT?

Doo‑da 92

Poetry defiles

Da‑da

CALIFORNIA STATE (91)

WITH

A film on your eyes 91

Like cataracts

CALLALOO (94)

They forced her to pose 92

In that way with them

She’s the one with the cocaine

Eyes, strawberry thighs

And a mouthful of

Muttered, fluttering

Obscenities

CALLALOO (93)

INFRINGING UPON

CALLI’S (93)

CALYX (94)

RIGHTS

She won’t let me come 91

When she goes out;

In her turning from culture

Lies

The feminine turning from mother

Just as much

Watching My Father Piss 94

He, who tinkled tremendous

Gushings beside me from eye‑

Level and whipped it in after

Shaking it off, made me linger

Would I find a thick one, brown and long?

CAMELLIA (94)

CAN’T CONNECT

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)

Baden‑Baden is defined 92

By forest

Not bottled water

Why try 93

To do

Oil toil

To fake paint to make faint

Untrue blue

Ink links?

Oh! 94

Freak me fucking out!

A poem about a woman with grey eyes

Reacting to that very same poem!

How deep!

CANADIAN (94)

WITH

CANADIAN DIMENSION (94)

Wrong French there 92

Wouldn’t talk Parisian to me

I never did get a job

Went home to mommy

FOR

CANADIAN (94)

HEALTH CARE

Cribbage 91

We peg for points

Look for pairs and threesomes

Double‑skunk 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!

CANADIAN (94)

CANAL LINES (94)

Ink pink links 94

Improvise blues

UP AND BACK

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

Freckled kisses? 94

Spit reflections?

Spider beside her?

THOSE

CANOE (93)

BETWEEN YACHTS CALCULATIONS

Calculus doesn’t count 92

What’s important

By the coloring of curves

BUYING BUMPY

CAPE ROCK (94)

FOR THE SUMMER

Ice flow, creamy quartz 92

Ugly meadow, long bermuda shorts

Tattered Petunias, teetering stalks ‑‑

Not ready to shiver, I walk

Watching the road

You were supposed to change slowly,

Not become silver Winter

Without warning, without fluffy snow

The lovers unleash 94

The dogs;

A voyeur spies the movement and motion

Of starvation, finally being fed,

And thinks it is sexy

CAPERS AWEIGH (94)

MY BUDS

SALAD ALL DAY

CAPILANO (92)

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

Love that heals 92

Has to be

Like regular meals

In place, permanently

And the time it takes

When love’s alone

When forgiveness rakes

You to the bone

Is a kind of reprieve

For the kindness that made you forget to grieve

IN A

CARAVAN. (94)

Called 92

You followed

The dead albino

Image

Of life’s

Metamorphosis

CARIBEAN (94)

Names 92

Below

Moody title

Oh, those barbaric Euros 94

Such nasty colonizing creatures!

BUSINESS TRIPPERS

Lick a guava for luck 93

PRETEND

CARING (91)

About movies 91

When pictures

Remind of

Cool hands

Caring

Still

CARLETON ARTS (94)

CARN (92)

EVIL NINE

CARNEGIE MELLON (94)

STILL YOU TURN ME IN

Melon‑mush ‑‑ 94

Is the honeydew

Green or orange?

Is the daughter seed

White inside?

A CAROLINA? (91)

Or does she see 91

Colors as tripping

Tools over poetry

Stumps

And taboo humps

CAROLINA (93)

Anything sucking 91

Reminds me of

What you said

About my poetry

Everything creaking

And wrinkled and poor

Glows on the wet face

Of youth you adore

Bills for the cleanser? 92

Jeff and Jim?

Clean fire?

Freeloading initiative?

“Excellence” abridged?

Dropping bombs 93

Into

Cross‑haired poetry

CAROLINA WREN (94)

CHIRPING

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

ON THE

CAROUSEL (94)

BOTHERING THE

CARPENTER (93)

WHO CARRIES FOUR

CARREFOUR (94)

SHOTGUNS

WREN‑ATTRACTING WHISTLES

RED AND GREEN AND YELLOW SHELLS

HONEY‑INTENDED AIM OF THE ALLEGORY LIKE

CARRIONFLOWER (92)

Siniod at Maggie’s Nipple 92

Taut horizon

Pitted face of the moon

Rolling, round hills

Licked by lightning

CAT FANCY (94)

Fancy cat claws 92

The Blue Jay

Feathers in its

Frisky little

Mouth

CATALYST (94)

Is the poetry 94

Lipid or water soluble?

(entering the heart or the brain?)

TO BE A POET, YOUR DAD MUST HAVE BEEN A DRUNK

OR YOU MUST PRETEND HE WAS

AND IF HE ABUSED YOU SEXUALLY OR HIT YOU, ALL THE BETTER

FOR THIS NEW DADDY PRETENSE.

MINE LOVED TO BITE NECK

MOUNT A CAT

CATAMOUNT (94)

The boy is eating breakfast 94

In a place to be called

“The house of cracked eggs”

WHICH LED TO

CATHARTIC (94)

PUSSY DAYDREAMS

Sex queen 91

Starved for psychic

Salivation,

Lips licked,

Eyes popping out,

And other

Manifestations of

A sex scream

“More! Bigger!

Deeper!”

TO INFECT THE

CAT’S EAR (94)

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.

WITHOUT EAR MITES

CATS (94)

PURR

CAXTON (94)

CCR (94)

Sure, she’s dead 92

CEILIDH (93)

Crotched random 93

CELERY (92)

STALKS

Favorite words connected 92

INKY OCTOPUS

Fucking 92

Baby

Sucked

Out

IN A

CELESTIAL (92)

CELTIC (91)

Caveats and screams 91

CENCRASTUS (93)

Cellar souls from Scotland 93

WITH

CENTENNIAL (94)

SOPORIFICS FOR

Chicken Little 94

Pops out

When the sky falls

DEAD

CENTER (94)

CENTRAL FLORIDA (94)

Blood sausage 92

Almost 94

Central

Stationed

EMPTYING

CENTRAL PARK (92)

Castration versus 92

“Ripping their tits off”

CHAKRA (92)

Bathysphere 92

WITH

CHALK TALK (94)

Does the badly broken bough 92

Of youthful sprouting

Set the course of the search

For sunlight?

CHAMINADE (94)

CHARADE

Less is more 92

In a celluloid world

Without twinkling stars

Sign on door ‑‑ 93

“Gone here”

A pacman eclipse 94

CHANGING MEN (94)

Curry and oil? 93

Farts and fellatio?

They refuse to breed any more assholes 94

On a theme of incest or not

Being concerned about family planning

His brother had to stop buggering him

THEY SWITCH

CHANNELS, CURRENTS (92)

CHANTRY (94)

PANTRY

Your “rage” will 92

Upset the rhythm

Of the message

Of the massage

Of the masturbation

Huff and puff away, lupine bitch 94

…… Huh?

I can’t HEAR you!

CHANTS (93)

Warm worm? 93

CHAPMAN (94)

Colonialism ‑‑ 92

Gifts of ideas

For smog

Wanton fate? 93

Before the fortune cookie?

Chinese won ton?

CHARITON (94)

Philosophy 92

Is what touches Earth?

It isn’t the connection?

It isn’t the improbable?

It is the meaning of “chance”?

It’s about suburbs in Heaven?

CHARNEL (93)

ALL COME HOME

COLONIC

Perversions 92

For

Plantations

NO FORCED

CHASTITY (93)

NO MOIST

JAZZ TITTY

AND

Everything 91

Progresses

Better into

Proud putrefaction

Explode into soy sauce 93

Oh, my pork‑fried soul

Explode into bowel movement,

Into vomit, to exorcise

Those nasty sin balls

CHATTAHOOCHEE (94)

IS FREE

A Good Date 94

He grabbed my hair

And pulled

And pushed

CHELSEA (93)

CHICAGO (91)

CHICAGO (94)

CHICKADEE (94)

Chewing china 94

SLAPS YOUR KNUCKLES

FOR DREAMING OR TAKES UP THE SLACK WITH

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.”

CHICORY BLUE (94)

CHILDREN’S ALBUM (93)

CHILDREN’S (94)

CHIMERA (94)

How to 93

Crowd

A childhood

The horny lightpost standing guard 94

Sometimes I know how it feels

2 94

But then

I have, he has, he and I have

Edited for grammar

Smells of syntax 92

The brown‑colored images

Floating logs of imagined journeys

The shiver and sweat, sometimes,

When reading, the tingling

Of fallen‑asleep thighs,

The flush after rejection

The fertilized mind, somewhere,

Down the (sewer) line

OR DOWN ON THE

CHINESE (91)

SIDE

CHIPS OFF (94)

HATS OFF

MOLOTOV

COCKTAIL SERVED NEAT

The soul’s extremity 94

Touched by all ‑‑

During daytime?

BLEACHES

CHIRON KINDRED SPIRIT (94)

She wishes AIDS upon breeders? 91

Sick fucking poems about sick fucks! 92

Oh, I feel a kindred spirit 94

To a cussing American Indian

(Do I get published, now? … oh… Native American… shit!

wrong again)

CHRISTIAN CENTURY (94)

Of drooping plants 92

Useful God? 94

Got guts?

EQUIPPED WITH

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE (94)

THE CHRISTIAN WAY (92)

Overlook hurt? 92

Think with, not of, for, about?

EXCEPT ON

CHRISTMAS (91)

CHRISTOPHER (94)

CHRONICLE (94)

CHRYSALYS (94)

OPENING UP

My leather briefcase spoke ‑‑ 94

‑‑ No!

My coffee cup spoke to me

Saying everything, all at once

CHURCH, XTRA! (94)

(BUT ONLY A BIT XTRA ‑‑ EXTRA TIME ON SUNDAY)

CIMARRON (94)

MELTING INTO

CINCINNATI (94)

Wind was chasing him 92

SIN, SIN

CINCINNATI (94)

Planes (made me almost deaf) landing 92

Nearby; John Lennon’s “Imagine”

Comes on the television this Sunday

Morning; Cat’s crazed, knocking over

The books from their shelves

And, as far as I know, the rest

Of the family is still alive.

An empty mug reminds me

Sunlight calls for coffee

To be dripped and drunk ‑‑

My imagination grasps for Scotch Tape

I’m old but I’m rich 94

And I’m a poet

Full of

Goblet wailings

And lucky rain

So, fuck me good

Or I’ll complain

You’re not enough

And then you’ll be

Up shit’s creek

With only rope for

A paddle

CITY LIGHTS (94)

DIM

CITY SCRIPTUM (94)

Still breaking glass 94

About Crystal Nacht

And hiding in the homes

Of the unchosen

CLASSICAL (94)

Paranoia 92

Is the modern

Classic

ART, NOW

CLEANING BUSINESS (94)

CLEVELAND (94)

It seems to be morning, Sour Puss. 94

You don’t need to purr

Until you get your coffee

In the kitchen and suck it down

ALL

Karma clowns 91

From a guilty

Planet

CONSPIRE FOR THE SAKE OF THE LINE

AND

Found poetry 91

Cantos in quarter time

CLIMBING (94)

Bootprints 92

Up the

Face

Mountain ‑‑ so big 94

Me ‑‑ so small

Mention mountain

To excuse “me” extrapolations

WALLET WATCH

CLOCKWATCH (94)

YUPPEES

YUP, YUP, UP

Is Minsk the only specific 92

With accordion flowers,

Expanding stars,

Hill‑haloed sky

And a thousand million smiles

To share?

WITH

CLOTHESPIN FEVER (91)

Clothespin fever 91

spin fever

in fever

in ever

in Eve

I’ ve

“I”

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.

Adults talking down to kids 94

Make kids think adults are stupid

PEELED OUT IN THE STRETCH MARKS

BURNED

CLUTCH (94)

The Fear of Feeling Human 94

So,

Suck on this syringe

As I speed

AIDS‑infected blood

Into your mouth

OUT

ON THE PROWL FOR WHAT

CLYDE (92)

WANTED IN THE

COACH HOUSE (94)

COCHRAN’S CORNER (94)

Unknown patchwork 92

Creeping cold confident

Winter?

IN THE COLD

COE (94)

So that’s the end of the story, 92

No web to wonder over and remember

No tales of spider glory,

An arachnid dismembered

And a poem about life?

COFFEE HOUSE (94)

CRUMBCAKE

All I see is the ugly, 94

Pretending so hard to be pretty.

I am pretty. I am.

CRUMBLED

COFFEEHOUSE (94)

You’re considering the bikini 93

And want to bugger the girl?

There’s lingo and idiom 94

And then ……

There’s mood renewed

INTO

CARELESS LEWD LAUGHTER

LIKE LICKING LADY LUCK,

SNORTING DIRTY LACE

COKEFISH (94)

Orgy or children’s storybook 91

Puzzle with two pieces

To piece and sheets

To separate sweat dance

Dribble from burning friction

And overhead fiction, outside,

Looking down, crispening sheets

And smoky smells to stoke

The fire of revision

Blood‑deep coke fish 94

WASTED

SO MANY HAIRY DAYS

White Trash 92

I cry honk

Without any rhythm

MY FATHER AS

CO‑LABORER (94)

METICULOUS

Women grossed out 94

By their children

DRAFTED

Grid was the only word 92

That did the trick.

Once again, the conduit

And nicked water

Must flow through a grid.

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

COLD‑DRILL (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

Rilke screamed 92

But you didn’t listen

(He was dead and white)

Or did you?

“Let people die their own little death,

Each the one they choose!”

They lived a life for it, didn’t they?

How can you condemn the way they look

Or feel on the way out?

SENDING ME FOR

COLLEGE (94)

From a seething pool 94

Of industrial pollutants

Grow pretty, little flower mutants

COLLEGE ENGLISH (94)

COLOR WHEEL (94)

COORDINATION TO

COLORADO NORTH (94)

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

Cuntlicker 91

I’m a cunt licker with long tongue

I eat them alive

But can’t tell you that

In a plain simple way,

Hide behind the mask

Of solo‑pseudo‑psychology

And “your turn today”

COLORADO (94)

COLUMBIA (94)

Resonance realizations 94

Reading the resonance

Of resonances

Like Jung reading Freud

COLUMBUS (94)

Down by the Colon 94

by Cyan

Here:

Punks turn punctual

In DADFAD tuning, slam dancing, loose teeth,

Eye shadow dried, conceiving new hairstyles,

Studs, safety pins, earwax, spit.

COLUMBUS SINGLE SCENE (92)

Why not frame the remains? 92

Bronze the toothpick he used;

Put the wine glass under glass

With a touch of red wine and his dribble

Still inside, vacuum seal it.

He comes; he goes.

You don’t desperately need him

He comes; he goes.

You won’t leave up the toilet seat

He comes; he goes.

Why ream the rim 91

Before you get the ball in?

Why play your first game

In dirty socks?

WHEN THE BUS TOUR ENDED IN A FLAT

COMMONWEAL (94)

A COMMON SQUEAL

Finger, you “obscene” silly symbol, I watch 94

Myself blaming you for this expression

Now you won’t pick my nose or enter her crotch

And my hand gets the blame for this digression

COMMUNICATIONS (94)

COMMUNITIES (94)

WAIVERING

Indifference was my way, too, 92

With isolation from a half‑employed 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)

Oh, Carlos! 92

Your Earth understanding

Is affirmed by everything,

By even the ignorance of it.

A COMPANION (94)

Find your truth in fantasy 92

And when you do

Tell me what about it you see

That is not real or true.

Thesis 94

Antithesis

Synthesis

Thesis

USES

COMPENIONS (94)

SINCE

“There is no wealth here!” 94

(Starch‑fat straining)

Tinkle of spent beer

Against asphalt and scuffed shoes

CONCHO RIVER (94)

FROZE

Oh! How sad 91

You were so bad

You had to go

To that extreme

To deem yourself

Worthy

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

Momma abused my mind 91

Daddy didn’t do a thing

He knew

What did he do about it?

She said she was being kind

Ignored his suffering

And mine.

FOR

CONFLUENCE (94)

Explain me 92

Analyze

Talk about

Word usage

Shape and size

The type, the page

The lonely trout‑

Speckled lake

Doesn’t take

Its beauty

From reason

Or season

I’LL EXPLAIN WHAT I WILL

BUT, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL

MY LOVE FOR LIFE

WITH A LAH‑DEE‑DAH TALE OF YOUR DYING DUCK’S STRIFE?

WITH CRASHES

OF CAR WEAPONRY

CONFRONTATION (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

Sorry, 94

Something here

That I can’t see

I LAY BLEEDING ON A

CONNECTICUT (94)

INTERSECTION

Multi‑bigots 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 multi‑bigots who only pick on the

Silent minorities, the multi‑bigots

Bag the big bucks and sail away in their

Big yachts for bigots

THE DEER ON HIS HOOD

STARED BLANKLY DOWN AT ME

LEAKING INTO THE WHOLE

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.

CONNECTICUT RIVER (94)

CONTEXT SOUTH (94)

THING

miserable poets 93

bum me out

bum out my self

make me bummed out

not only 92

unclear

thoughts trees

with no connecting

roots but

also rhythm

made leafy

by line breaks

and short‑stanza

branches

Oh, run on run‑on sentence without punctuation 94

if that is the only way to get a flow from the

ship channel of these words

CONVERGING PATHS (92)

CONFUSE

CONVICTIONS (93)

Justice 93

Just

Ice

In this desert

Melting for money

BUT NOT

THE COOL TRAVELER (94)

On Washington Square 92

Bug carpet leaves

Sail on the wind

Multiple visions

Of a grey‑brown

Day, insect eyes

That don’t see

“The Bottom Line”

COOP (93)

JOKE JACKRABBIT BESIDE

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?

COPPER BEECH (94)

COPPER BEACH

Oh, the oh poems 92

That sit and sing

Of fictional Egypt

And don’t do a thing

WITH A BOAT HOUSE

CORNERSTONE: THE VOICE OF THIS GENERATION ‑‑ (94)

CORNY

CORNFIELD (94)

appassionata 92

CORONA (94)

CORONA (93)

CAR NAMES

USURPED

COSMIC TREND (94)

Trinkets of erotica, shattered romance 92

In twisted love dance crystal

Of diminishing frequency

Refracted into an infinity

Of excuses

Certain times 93

New‑born 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

COSMOPOLITAN (94)

COTEAU (94)

REVELATIONS

A white pillar of blanks 92

Rises like a paper feather

From my angry hand

COTTONWOOD (94)

COMES TO HELP

Flowerless husband 92

Bearing bulbs

Removes his wife’s leg

From his flatulence.

Outside, bed bugs

Run to the warmth

Of hot air

Under satin sheets

THE

COUNCIL FOR INDIAN EDUCATION? (94)

WHY NOT GOOD EDUCATION?

ANYWAY MORE THAN AN INDIAN

DIA‑ (DIE A OR DYE A)‑

TRIBE

Why not sleep under a bridge 94

Or is that too concrete,

Against moonlit tradition?

CHILDREN NEED TO SURVIVE WITH HOPE, MAN!

SO HE SAID,

“DON’T CALL ME MAN!

I HAVE THE RIGHT

TO BE CALLED WHAT I WANT TO BE CALLED

SO, DON’T CALL ME MAN ‑‑ TOO MUCH BAD HISTORY ‑‑

FROM NOW ON I WOULD PREFER TO BE CALLED,

IN FACT, I INSIST ON BEING CALLED

`EARTH‑ENTITY, GREAT BIG WONDERFUL TITTY‑QUESTOR, WHO MUST BE

BOWED BEFORE, HORMONAL BEING WHO SETS FIRE TO EMOTIONS,

MASTER OF SEX AND SENSUALITY, HORMONAL GENIUS, IRRESISTIBLE

PIONEER OF INNER SPACE AND FLAWLESS STRENGTH OF SUCCESSFULNESS

EMBODIED, WHOM EVERYONE FALLS TO THEIR KNEES IN FRONT OF

TO PLEASURE AND BEG FOR THAT BIGGEST OF PENISES THAT A WOMAN

COULD POSSIBLY HANDLE, TO PLEAD FOR REPRODUCTIVE SEED, MENTOR

TO ALL AND A NICE HUMBLE SOUL (IN COMPARISON TO HOW GREAT I

REALLY AM)’ IF YOU CARE TO ADDRESS ME”

I REPLIED “SHOW ME”

YOUR

COUNTRY JOURNAL (94)

Whoa, bloodstone! 92

Flowers catch fire 91

Her words were like curds? 94

SCATTERED ON

COUNTRY ROADS (92)

So they expose themselves to a rose? 92

COUNTRY WOMAN (94)

Turns the earth (also the one with the capital) 92

WITH

COUNTRYMAN (94)

Raven keeps its bill clean 94

Snowy crocuses 91

Snowy crow cusses

FROM

COVENTRY (91)

Dr. Pain’s a pane of squeaky glass 91

Poor or guilty

Sure trashes

The six‑lane

COVER (94)

Hatred as the only sin 94

In all its manifestations

COVERBOY

COWBOY (94)

PATRIOTISM

COYDOG (91)

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

COYOTE (94)

Cirrhosis 92

Seeps in

But she’s always late 94

CRAB CREEK (94)

Hah! Travelogue ‑‑ 91

I tell you

Stuck stories

Of small motion

CRAMPED AND WET (93)

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

CRAZYHORSE (94)

Maybe too much time 94

Is spent on sports strategy

Teaching children when

To foul or break rules to win

CRAZYQUILT (94)

Clown delight 93

Alright, alright! 94

Let’s save some trees

CREME CITY (94)

CREATIVE (94)

LOOPHOLE

STYLINGS

I’m going to say 94

Some really nice

Sensitive things

And then say,

“Hey! Trust me.”

Grey skies 91

Give me

Great joy

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 sewer‑side chat? 94

AND EVEN MORE THAN

CREATIVE (94)

TYPE

Does not the “fishwife” have the strength 94

(I believe she does) to be “independent”

With her fisherman at her side?

CREATIVITY (94)

Your fertilizer falls 94

Unto other people’s lawns

CREEPING BENT (94)

Bent 92

If you think God’s poetry

Needs a name to sing

“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”

BEGGING FOR

CRESENT MOON (94)

SALAD

In a Cadilac world 94

Nymphs attend

Another painting

CRICKET (94)

IS A CHIRPING

CRITIC (94)

ON A TOUR OF

CROOKED ROADS (92)

Haste makes waste 92

In the history biz

All planted people

Even the unknown

Will not remain

Anonymous, not all,

Not me, slowed by illness

CROSS ROADS (94)

On the lip of your K‑T boundary 94

I count 26 million years

With my fingers

WITH

CROSS‑CULTURAL (94)

FLAVOR

Side to side 92

In front of me

Swinging

Up and down

For fantasy

Becoming 94

Becomes you

Being

Am not yet

CROTON (92)

CROUTON

CRUCIBLE (94)

Shocked by blue sky? 92

Senses tuned to wild life 94

She was never alone

EXPERIENCES

CRYSTAL RAINBOW (93)

WAKE‑UP CALLS

Christ’s frayed nerves? 91

Christ’s hopeless?

Love’s everywhere? 92

Even in the Winter snow

That covers its seeds?

Gain to regain 93

CUMBERLAND (94)

FARMS

Bubbling udder juice 94

Yellow, like me

CUMMINGTON (91)

The heart’s a silent suffragist 91

CURLEY (92)

CUTBANK (94)

ELATION

Pruned to the Absolute 92

Absolute

Who 93

Hoo

Hoot

Owl

Nah‑na‑na poo poo 94

My God is better than your God

CALLS

CWM (94)

Whoreship 94

Boatloads

Miracle bodies

Display children

CYANOSIS (94)

Saying fucking what? 94

CYPHERS (93)

To tell some truth 93

DC (92)

DOESN’T KNOW

CNN’s Ted Turner 92

Thinks bison grazing

To be more profitable

Than billboard beef

CRYPTIC

DAGGER (94)

SLIPPED INTO

DAILY MEDITATION (94)

DALHOUSIE (94)

DOLLHOUSE

VAMPIRE

The red pen’s not the best 92

Tool

If you want to draw

Blood

Weather 94

Rain………

Wind…..

Sleet…….

…. Turbulence….

Whether or not

You notate the chorus

With roof pitches

Plummet faces

Object drops

And freefall

DENTAL

DAM (94)

TO BLOCK

“Nothing thoughtless” 94

We are the beached flurry

BLOOD BOOGIE

DANCE CONNECTION (94)

JUNKIE

DANDELION (94)

STEM PLUNGES THROUGH

TIN FLOWERS

OVER THOSE POCKETS

YES,

There still are pockets 94

For the jingling change

Of your dreams and desires

SEWN ON

DANIEL (94)

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

Go little editor 94

Go read the book

WITH

DARK NERVE (91)

DOPPLER EFFECT

Epileptic 91

Take off

Into the mind’s

Miasma

PHASE SHIFTING TO THE

DARKSIDE (92)

And we are happy 92

With shit‑encrusted babies

Sweat‑wet spades

Sperm‑dodging eggs

Swollen malnutrition bellies

And gravesites that make

Life meaningful

DAUGHTERS OF SARAH (94)

Would the wrestling 94

Be a professional match

When silliness and apathy

Have a tag team bout

With schizophrenic guilt?

SHOCK WARRIORS WAITING FOR

DAYBREAK (91)

Counting Syllables 91

Fam ‑‑ lee

Fam ‑‑ il ‑‑ ly?

DAYSPRING (93)

CONTEMPLATIONS

Falling down 92

Under‑grown garden

Did you think

About it?

Contemplate?

Plan?

Peck away

At the termites

In the tree?

DBQP DOGSHOE (94)

Yesterday’s words 92

Writer’s cramp

Crumpled paper

First Eight Pen‑Pricked 93

Pen‑Picked Words From a Dictionary

Enlist

Bemuse implode

Claim beautician

At fault communism

Give me a poetry I don’t understand, 94

A boy who walks like capital letters

And runs like a semi‑colon.

DE YOUNG (94)

Leaf balls? 94

Wind down

Creak bed

Fluff blanket

Leaf ballet

Wind down creek bed

Fluff blanket

Cool Winter sleep

SO YOUNG

THE

DEAD REBEL (94)

DESCRIBING

A golf and orgasm instruction video 94

DEATHREALM (93)

DECISIONS

DELAWARE VALLEY (93)

DEATH VALLEY

Well, bigger than you were, 91

Duckface

Machine poetry, 93

I presume

Armature of sky

Governor of stones

Carburetor of clouds

Transmission of worn

And broken words

From

A six‑stroke engine

Cyl‑

in‑

ders

Misfiring from bad gas

DELPHI‑LONDON (93)

Every asshole 93

Has an edge

DELIRIUM (92)

Angels dance 92

In the poison pen‑prick

Love cuts,

The tears of ignorance,

Dried

In the gossamer

(again, gossamer? Again, again?)

Wings, tears falling withered

Into endless questions

TRANSPLANTED TO A

DENVER (94)

Pun 91

DEPOT (92)

DESCANT (94)

Baby clam‑fetus was 94

You

Tossed away

Finger fucker 91

Lover

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

DESCANT (94)

HALF‑STEP

Another wife 92

Wishing for

Separation

A state,

A lone star,

A bank failure,

After threatened divorce

DETROIT BLACK (91)

MUSICIAN

Paint a picture with your best colors 91

If black oil be on your brush

And a black spot in the heart

Of your canvas, why paste minced words?

EXTRAPOLATION

ESCHEWS BLUES

DEVIANCE (92)

I, we, love peace 91

No poetry is needed

To say that

Human nature 92

Is human’s nature

Web, thread, spun, tongues

Carpet, ceiling, soundings

Rhetoric, ideology

And all

THE DEVIL’S MILLHOPPER (94)

A RETICENT PILL POPPER

Drawing angels 91

On every spare surface

Acid paper 92

Infects the rain

ENGAGES IN

DIALOGUE (94)

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

WITH

DIALOGUE (91)

About other senses ‑‑ 91

For the blind poets

The flowers have different meaning

DICKEY (94)

Turtle‑neck 94

Power

Of the questionable

Meaning

NEGOTIATES

DICKENSON STUDIES (94)

DICKER, DICKER, PICKER

PICK HER;

SHE’S A GOOD TROPHY

The elite, 91

Bored

Trying to PUMP!… this poem up, 94

Another oily feather falls

GOOD FEATHER‑BOA

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?)

DIE HARD (94)

DIFFERENT. (92)

Donuts 92

With words

Slipping through

The holes

Soaking the edges,

Brown, like coffee

DIONYSOS (94)

Jud’s little light package 94

WITH

DISABILITY (94)

….And we are all different 93

DIS‑EASE (92)

DOC(K)S (94)

Wharfs 94

Where podiatrists

Becalm, walking

THE DOLPHIN LOG (94)

INTO A BERTH OF

STARSHIP SEQUENCES

Adults stick their noses 94

Into the sweet smells

Of child’s play

Did you want to kill it? 92

Stomp on it to see it suffer?

Did you want to cut it

To see it regenerate?

Did you want a starfish love

Or just a Sunday bird‑watch?

UNDER A

DOLPHIN MOON (94)

IN STEREO

If towns are born hookers 92

Then boats are born fleas

On the sea and men born

Sperm in double‑helix fury

DOMINION (94)

HELD,

Looking for parallel playthings 92

DOOR COUNTY (91)

DRAGONFLY (91)

Head full of hair 91

He grows protein

In rows and peas

In patches and

Lady bugs help.

AT THE

DRAGONGATE (94)

WITH

DRAGON’S TEETH (94)

Electron‑style soul 94

Heisenberg’s uncertainty principal

Hamiltonians for sanity

INTERPRETATIONS OF

DRAMATIKA (91)

DREAM INTERNATIONAL (94)

ARCHETYPES BUT NOT STEREOTYPES

Walk on a paisley pattern 91

Run to exercise the dragon

Invent flame alchemy

So the smoke falls like snow

Under dragon‑breath 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 SAG‑AFTRA so)

A hemp head hidden in hyperbole 93

Doo Dat by Baa Baa Am E’more 94

Whah woo wake

Fffffffffum offfffffff

Mah wiffffp??

SECURE BULLDYKE

DREAM SHOP (94)

AROUND THE CLOCK

BUSINESS BUT NOT

STOP AROUND THE COCK

GAY MARY

Mering

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

Comma typo sometimes confuses 94

Last line joins, “them”, floating muses

FOR NELLIE

DRUID (94)

STONES SITTING

OVER MEMORY

Do I really ever want 92

To ride the interstate

Through Alabama, sit up straight,

Startled to see those very

Trees the poem sang about,

Hear real red‑tailed hawks

In heavy rain. Will their song sound the same?

Or will there be a soggy silence

And, unable to feel the awe from that scene,

Captured more by reality than

The vision of beauty I used to see,

Will I still love poetry?

DRY CRIK (94)

FLUFF

Cowboying for rich folks 93

Bought nitro to blow

Them away with words

With love, 92

Misplaced shotgun mercy,

Unable to let a doctor stick him

Or listen to his last,

Short, spastic, silent screams,

Killing Blind Boy,

The puppy whose brain

Ran out, run over, crushed,

Will be an image

I carry forever deep.

Murdered Moments 94

Unfolding face

Drinking the “rivulets

Between my breasts”,

But then he had to go

And chant and pop out

Into “night”, “earth”, “time”.

WILL

DUCKABUSH (94)

Personalizing night 94

Without knowing its personality

Is stereotyping

(to say nothing of my music)

DUENDE (94)

Poetry published 93

Misopoetists

OF S & M

DUST EGO (94)

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 dust‑free middle‑class shelf,

He finds unruffled plumage for himself

And justification for his view of the race.

DUSTY DOG (93)

GRABS AT

Skull (In Place) 93

Skulks

Cemetery

Silence

EAGLE WING (94)

MISH MOSH

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.

EAGLE’S FLIGHT (94)

DISTRACTS

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.

ENTALONED RAPTORS IN RAPTURE THROES DIVING INTO

EARTH’S DAUGHTERS (94)

SHOCK WARRIORS

SHOCKED WARRIORS

Eating seeds 91

Silent

Falling eggs cushioned

By crunchy snow

Maiden form

Frescos

The multipline shallots 94

Of midnight secrets

Between maiden spinsters

Are replanted to keep

Men from sharing

In virgin contact

Saving them for all the evil

Vile things women don’t want

The smell of, garlic onions

That overtake the garden

To keep away the rabbits

BECOME

EARTHWISE (91)

Water Poems 91

Next line

Falls frozen

EASTERN CARIBBEAN (94)

Hellos 91

On string bikinis

Bronze

The oily sunscreen

I Stoop to Surrender Him to Him 93

Worry is wasted mental time

When over a woman unloving, wild,

Out, and free. I knew I wouldn’t stay

With him for longer than a whistle‑stop

But wanted him to please me hard,

Completely, slutless,

Firm grip on my loose bosom,

Arms hugging my writhing waist (no, not waste)

Poxy “Proxies” 94

Give up your virgin

Land

Or we will pull out our

Germs

ECHOES (92)

But for words 92

Like “dark leaps of time*’

I would be happy to see

Two hands joined

(Or even four)

(Or hips, for that matter)

(Or hearts)

ON THE

EDGE (91)

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

EDICIONES (94)

OF AN

EDINBURGH (92)

EGORAG (92)

And a director for the moving parts 92

Mostly for the scenery and action

Not the acting

Not anymore

FOR

EIDOS EROTIC ENTERTAINMENT FOR WOMEN (94)

Hey! I want my first seventeen in ribbons 94

FOR FLIGHT FROM

THE EIGHTH MOUNTAIN (94)

EL BARRIO (94)

Factories don’t neglect 94

Children with guns

All federal forms 92

Must now be in Chinese

And Swahili,

German and Japanese

And French and Farci

(Persian) Arabic, Icelandic,

Scandinavian ‑‑ Oh! …. Oooooops!

It’s because they’re such a large minority

That they want forms in Spanish

(not to mention Texas and California) ‑‑

Majority minorities get their own paper.

EL GATO TUERTO (91)

I need a couple of years 91

To learn my Greek and mythology

Oh! and the Roman, too,

And about six years to learn dead Latin,

And to learn Calculus like new math,

Like Newton did, all the steps and progressions,

How many years for that?

EL TECOLOTE (94)

ELDRITCH (94)

THE ELEVENTH MUSE (93)

SATURATES SATURDAY PICNICS

Time distortion 93

For poetry’s line

The catsup smells homey 91

The way Grandma did

Sleeping alone 92

In her apartment

She weathered

New Hampshire Winters

Without him.

TRYING NOT TO LOSE EVERYTHING

IN AN

ELEVENTH ST. RUSE, BIGFISH (94)

Mony, mony 94

Baloney is bad

Cus you have to chew it

With those squishing sounds

I could mention my lost lovers’ 92

Names if they alone told the story,

If they were in the rhythm of lost

Love poetry

How did I fail to let you know what I was talking about? 93

ELF ECLECTIC (94)

HECTIC VISIONS

If poetry is painting 93

Why not paint?

Jazz Intonations in Intercourse, PA. 94

Your P.A. was a public address

Improvising on a latex fruit

The squishing sounds of evaporating consonance

Lubricated by light tinkles on the tin roof

And a romantic motif, barely remembered

Your lips lost in smudges of strawberry stain

IN AN

ELK RIVER (94)

Which one is which? 94

Which which matters?

ELLIPSE (94)

OF UNSPOKEN LOVE

Whose 93

Hoo zee

Which avoidance

Makes “drift” “she”

Mon oiel! 94

It’s hard not to look at something you like. 93

WHY NOT PAINT

ELLIPSIS (94)

AN EMOTIONAL ECLIPSE? IN THE UMBRA,

EMBERS (94)

Summer 94

Too full

To stay cool

COOL GREEN

EMERALD (93)

SMUGGLING, GLOW ‑‑ HOT FACETS

Animation taints me, tints me, tries my patience 93

OFF

EMERALD COAST (94)

EMRYS (94)

Gargoyles 94

Don’t grab

At your gut

But give

You excuse

For vomit

Words and curses

EVIDENCE ADRENALINE

EM SHOCK (94)

EN PASSANT (93)

Eagle 92

And owl together ‑‑

How fast are birds’ heartbeats

When they fuck like rabbits

And peck each others’ eyes out?

ENCODINGS (94)

WITH UNIVERSAL ALGORITHM KEYS

Too painful to be a lie 94

I puff and wail at your belly‑up swollen boredom

Try to find a chuckle on your earlobe

ENCODINGS LIAUD (94)

THE ADVENTURE

Women poets 94

Get published

Best as poets

The best women

Poets are degraded

By a female poetry

Niche

GENETIC

ENCOUNTER (91)

PIPETTE

MIS‑ENCOUNTER WITH THE

ENITHARMON (94)

MALICIOUS

ENVOI, (94)

Jonathan Livingston Seagull 91

Memories in the poetry ‑‑

I must be getting old.

What you smell is sweat 92

Sweet sweat

Slaves and workers

Sweat the same

But which one is sweeter?

EOTU (92)

SPARKS

EPIPHANY (94)

(DON’T SNEEZE OUT THAT WORD)

Get only visuals from bird names 93

And flowers named and blood,

Got lazy imaginations but try to

Get an image of this ‑‑ In my shower cap

I envied the elephant

Yeah, right ‑‑ all old men 94

With “spoiled milk” eyes

Are beggars and drunks

EPOCH (94)

GONE AND ALWAYS APPROACHING, EXCEPT ONCE, THE

EQUILIBRIUM EAGLE (93)

I’ve never seen an eagle 93

Try to fly only upward

EQUINOX (93)

IN THE NADIR

EQUINOX (94)

Painters paint clouds 94

On billboards. Poets

Think then of rain

ESCAPIST (92)

ESSENCE (94)

Rewriting History 91

no, nothing new for nubians

Akhenaton was a son‑of‑a

Bugger genetic deficient, inbred

According to the history I read

And Nubians were not well used

My shorting can not touch your stamping 94

My shortning can not touch your vamping

My snorting can not touch your tramping

My chortling can not touch your cramping

EUROPEAN JUDIAISM (94)

Women 94

Wishing men

Were wisps

Memories of mementoes

History will never shrug enough 92

For smoky bones and poetry

EVANGEL (94)

LIKE RELIGION

SOMETIMES IS

“Mushroom’s fawn beret” 92

I like the “mushroom’s fawn beret”

Even when worn in an unfashionable way

EVANGELICAL BEACON (91)

NOT JUST AN

EVENT (94)

BUT LOTS OF NICE

Nice names for poetry: 94

Organic concrete

EVERGREEN CHRONICLES (94)

EXISTERE (91)

Cats are immune to the hairy greens 91

Of okra poetry

BEFORE THE

EXIT (91)

EXIT 13 (94)

Listening to lizards 93

LSD poetry 91

Flashbacks

Cheap thrills

FLASHES BACK TO

Cabbage vacationers 92

And a long stairway

Of mayonnaise, cole‑slawing

Upward

Once, 94

Was so soon ago

EXIT ZERO (92)

Smoky death 92

Ghost mingles

Incense

In sense

Incensed

In sent

Incentive

EXPECTING (91)

The 91

Invalid

Is not

Invalid

SOME CHARITY

EXPEDITION (94)

To the tennis courts 92

Daring the safari sun

EXPERIMENT (94)

TRADITION, TO TEACH ABOUT MOVEMENT

Pay 92

For your life

Or life

Without pay

No Wonder They’re Wimps 94

The court case

Displays

Bobbit glans

Cancer isn’t 92

Only in chemical plants

Migraines make more militants

Quit complaining, you still are alive

You still can do something

BUT NO MOODS ARE ALTERED IN THE

EXPERIMENTAL BASEMENT (94)

ExPeRiMeNt WiTh WoRdS? 94

wOrD wOrLdS wOw!

EXPLORATIONS (94)

Sometimes worth the money 91

You paid

T.S. 92

T.M.

What’s the difference

Between them?

I’ve never heard such jive, 94

Musical mayhem made plain,

Made talk into singing,

Here in the fucking butcher shop

TYPE

EXPLORER (94)

Used to be a stairway to heaven 92

An escalator down into the mind

Sparky 94

Hallucinating rodeo spirits

Bucking through life

Broken, spurred

Bridled to some light angel

Is also the most precious,

Digest‑sized, photocopied

WITH NO FACIAL

EXPRESSIONS (94)

BUT STILL GROWING HAIR LIKE AN

EXQUISITE CORPSE (94)

Chaos is not a butterfly 92

OF MIRACULOUS WORK EXPOUNDING UPON THE WONDERS OF POUND CAKE

FABER AND FABER (94)

FAG RAG (91)

THIS PAGE FOREMOST

MUST BE GOOD

MUST GRAB THE ATTENTION

MUST BEGIN AGAIN FRESH

LIKE THE UNDRESSER FROM ODESSA

WHO TAKES HER CLOTHING OFF

FOR THE TEN‑THOUSANDTH TIME

BUT MUST MAKE IT NEW AND EXCITING

FOR THE LONELY MEN WHO LOVE HER

FAITH (92)

IN HER LEGS

What is the plural of faith? Flocks? 91

Fit the fit, the kinipshen to the fate

Of worms and fog? Could faith be skulduggery

In the delta or the warm glow inflamed?

Or is it something that continues

Throughout the storm

To hold the house together?

TOUCHING

FAMILY EARTH (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

NOT YET

FAMOUS (91)

FARMER’S (94)

The Art of the Fart 94

One blow like that

Pushing you through the house

Like a car that won’t go into gear

So many sounds

Your empty lips will vibrate the air

Or release a whistle in cold harmony,

Alone but not monotonous

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

FARRAR (94)

FAUCET

Bah‑loons 94

Six pense

Wad‑eyed

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

DAUGHTER OF NO

FAT TUESDAY (94)

It is enough to be alive…. 94

But then……

IS THE

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

Nice to float but is a picture 91

Worth a picture worth a thousand

Pictures worth a million words

Worth all that paper?

IN THAT EXPENSIVE HAT,

A DISPLAY OF

FEELINGS (94)

VOTERSHIP, LAWS AND LAWYERS, THE LOYAL SISTERHOOD,

OLD MEN AND YOUNG MEN MANIPULATED

Senile? Not well‑enough traveled? 92

Holding on to your baby, grown,

With all your might? Is that right?

Did you do it right, correctly?

Does it eat at you, that questioning,

Like it does my parents, who see me lost?

Once, 93

I read a history book

And call telling you

About it, poetry

Summer Bake by Dianna Walker 94

I hardly bake on Summer days

No longer than his erection

The hot kitchen flexes its stomach

And sweats down the window‑panes

The sun is a fluffy hot bun

Air melting like butter around it

And I huff and puff, swallowing 6 of 11.

FEH! ODIOUS (94)

Pushings and pullings of pores, 92

Evacuations of follicles

A pretty line to punctuate the purposelessness 94

Of reading on

FELICITY (91)

BUT NOT THIS CITY

Birch peels into canoe 91

Familiar floating glides

Into the horizon blue sky

PORTAGE SEWER INSIDE

FELLOWSHIP OF PRAYER (94)

Vatican III 92

Through bad poetry?

OR MAYBE SIMPLY

PUT

God does not need “prioritizing” 93

FEMINIST STUDIES (94)

Being only figuration 93

Was a figment

Of you margarination

A frig meant to console homogenization

IN THE GUNNEL AS FLOTATION,

SHOCK WARRIORS GET AWAY

WITH POETRY THEY WOULD HATE

IF NOT FOR CAUSE, COOKED OVER

A CAMPFIRE OF TINDER,

BITTER SAUCE WITH TOO MUCH SEASONING

FENNEL (93)

IN MY TOOTH GAP

Needle‑tracks 91

Porcupine pricks

Nose running

Ring around the square butts? 92

Slice of fiction poetry pies 93

FIDDLEHEAD (94)

SQUEAKING

Always about father’s leaving 92

He left over pavement

Left you two thousand a month

I pray you never have to know

The forces that drove him away

He left because of what 91

You were looking for,

Didn’t like the midnight rain

Cold, dripping down engorged sponges

Ran from the whip

Wanting a fifty/fifty wife

And a fifty/fifty life

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.

ON THE

FIELD (94)

OF BATTLE

….Cried many riffs 92

But didn’t play them

LAIN WASTE,

Love is puking out its guts 92

Over self‑pity’s toilet

BLOODIED BY A PREGNANT

FIGHTING WOMAN (94)

Don’t leave the martial kiah!‑room 91

If that’s where all your power resides

Prop‑ 94

A‑

Gand(er)‑Ganda

Columns

(But not stacked)

NO LONGER

FIGMENT (94)

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

FIGURES (94)

Bulbous blather about figurines 92

Figures to be bought

Finally saying,

“Stars are stars and amazing enough”

NO!

Stars are the explosions in my head!

FINE MADNESS (94)

TO BE

A SOLITARY MEMBER OF A SINGLE‑SOUL FAMILY

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

The Organic Chemistry of an Idea 94

Stabbed in the gut with an icicle

Melting and mixing with tomato effects

Strangely vacuous, thinking is an event

Thinking that thinking is an event is an event

Funny way to drink ice water

Oh, I healed and heeled

But that’s not the end of all these events

Couch potato events and versifying events

And then one needs imagery to justify

And it is a necessary event

Unlike the event of writing that thinking is events

So, here’s a picture, too

An avalanche of rings removed from divorced fingers

Rolling down and lighting up the lake bottom

With sparkling knives of memory….. events

Dripping cold under my dress, over pantyhose

Shock flashes, stars of pain, icicle memory,

Spanking me, yanking the nipples of an idea.

Bullwhip lust 91

Cat’s cradle musk

Moribund

Malfeasance

And not turpitude,

Yet

FIREBRAND (94)

ON HER RUMP

COULD BE MORE DEGRADING

I’m a lesbian, 94

Publish me!

FIREWEED FEMINIST (94)

Take me to bed 94

I’ll give you a hickey

AUTOMATED TEST TUBE TAKES THE JERK’S

JERK OFF HIS HANDS, BECOMING “RECIPIENT”

Damn straight! 94

You gave nothing but speed bumps

Looked long and narrow

Like a highway over the horizon

But were a parking lot

WARMING THE

FIREWEED (94)

INSTINCT

FIRING THE BEE PISTOL

MAKING WEED OF THE STAMEN

STAY MEN DON’T LEAVE THE LOST

THAT NEVER KNEW

Blah, breaking up is hard to undo 94

FIRST HAND (94)

Cock‑crazed! 94

I’m a gay guy,

Publish me!

THE

FIRST TIME (94)

IS ONLY THE CHARM

BUT IT TAKES REAL COMMITMENT TO BE BI‑SEXUAL

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 BI‑ME?

Blah 94

Baa baa baa

Baa baa

Mad Hatter 91

Making non‑sense

Of the logical

Lewis Carrol

POUNDING VULCANIZED PLASTIC

FISHDRUM (94)

I.U.D.

Nacitur 91

Plagiarizing or legally stealing for your tainted

poetry?

Baby’s a UPS package at the door? 92

Hoplophobia 94

Street‑sweeper words

Chicken‑pecked imagery

Alphabetical hallucinations

Multi‑syllabic semi‑automatic

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

Drive‑by media law

5 AM (94)

FIVE FINGERS (94)

WRAPPED AROUND

A DISCOUNT

ACCOUNT

I regret nothing 92

I’ve forgotten nothing

I’m not a baby anymore

I am nothing but human ‑‑

Oh, my gosh! Not that!

Got a ruptured disk 94

Trying to rebreathe life

Into my grandpa

FLEETING MONOLITH (93)

FRAGMENTS

We eat to live. Are we sinning? 93

SOPPING UP

SOT WEED FACTORS

The baby vomited 93

Giving life to lots of yogurt

Not the way the cookie crumbles do I go. 92

FLIGHTS (91)

Ancestry impales? 91

Memory pulls us into place?

What mirror cracks

In front of your face?

TO A

FLIPSIDE (94)

The soppy side 92

Of a sloppy ride

Oh, gosh, how much, how terribly much, I do miss. 94

The good, old, sentimental verse

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

I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN I RETIRE

Make‑up for men 94

To undistinguish them

DRIVING THE SAME CAR TO

FLORIDA (94)

And old women wheeze 92

BYPASSING THE

FLUME (94)

Nice “Mother Pills” 91

Popping them turns the sliver of light

At my old bedroom door into voices

Skinny dipping with an Angel 94

CAVERNOUS OPENINGS THAT DON’T FIT

Sometimes I wish 94

The poet had the cash

To buy a camera

TIGHT

FOLIO (94)

FEELINGS

BUT, HIGH AND DRY,

What’s a gargoyle’s breath? 92

What’s a henway?

EMPTY,

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, (92)

YOUR

Nose 92

Carrot

Quest‑buster

“Ain’t afraid of no” quest

Dreams and schemes

And losses

NOT QUITE

FOOLSCAP (94)

NOTIONS

CLOWNS Welcome!!! 92

Dream

Horror, here!

Nightmare gifts

English wit 91

Can talk to

Itself

Tram 94

(“In whose”, so as to avoid in whiches)

Called The Future with dreamers riding

Driver’s unseen and all

And nothing but lists of dreams

Of topographic differences

Of images made readily

Of specifics like fish and chips

In wax paper

After a sold‑out stadium night

The elbow pressing

Against the blue lady

In Red’s frock where her breasts

Tighten the fabric

The holes in the soles

Of the sleeping workman

Whose “whose” is really his

FINGERLESS SUBSTITUTION

OF FANCY

FOOTWORK (94)

Necro‑dice? 92

Doctor’s delight?

Entropy poetry?

Intimately,

Doctors watch people

Get old,

Ultimately, die.

FOR POETS (94)

TONGUEING INTONATIONS

THAT NEED TO BE WRITTEN DOWN

Poets unite 92

Your tongues

on THIS!

FUCKFACE TRICKY TONGUE

CUNT HAIR ENTWINED WITH HIS HAIR

(OR HER HAIR ‑‑ WHOSE HAIR? WHOSE HAIR IN WHICHES?

IN WITCHES? HEY, FUCKFACE, ON TOTEM POLES,

HEY, PROTEIN ENRICHES ‑‑LUBRICATING HIS TONGUE‑‑

SPRAY LIQUID PROTEIN LIKE SPRAY STARCH

THAT’S WHAT THEY KEPT TELLING ME [BEFORE AIDS])

FUCKFACE TRICKY TONGUE

CUNT HAIR ENTWINED WITH HIS HAIR

DENTAL FLOSS ‑‑ THE NATURAL WAY

FORBIDDEN LINES (93)

Horror 93

Blood

Gore intestines

Digesting food

As Vice President

BECAUSE MOST CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE

WE KEEP OUR TWO IN PRISON

Her breath was heavy like death 93

Smelled, as well.

SHOO AND SHOUT OTHERS INTO CAGES,

AWAY FROM US, IN OUR SUBURBS

IN A FOREST OF

FOREST BOOKS (94)

ESCHEWING (NOT OBFUSCATION NOR CHEWING/MASTICATION) ALL

Amateur’s effigies 93

The idiot mastery

The idiot majesty

The wandering wondering

And I went to Wash. U.

Because of you?

FOUR DIRECTIONS (94)

FOUR QUARTERS (94)

Well, there goes the farm. (94)

Well, there goes the nation.

Well, there it goes.

FOUR ZOAS (91)

BECAUSE ON THE SINGULAR PATH OF PROGRESS

BABY’S A NEW

GENETIC PROTOTYPE

Baby 91

New

But not unknown

Its mother and pop

IT WILL HEAR AND IMITATE YOUR

FOX CRY (94)

Your big fucking words 94

That enfold mistaken meaning

The detritus of premature ejaculation

YOUR

FRANK (94)

FREDRICKSON (94)

Ergo: No Dialogue 94

What about my teeth?

Will they soon be lost?

Poor poet gums gracious garble,

Kiss‑ass words, hoping for reprieve

While poor poet warriors with braids

And only bad teeth, worsening, cry against

Neglect, trying to keep that snowflake

With a warm heart (“cold hands…”, etc.)

AUTOMATON AUTOMATED

“Can’t come up with any new subjects 92

‘Cus I’ve written so fuckin’ B.Z. many poems”

FREE FOCUS (94)

Free salt for your wounds 94

Free focus for us females

Forget it for guys

YOUR

OSTENTATIOUS

BIKINI CUISINE

Antifreeze 94

Is cheaper when

Deep red distillation

Makes a graino

A book of excuses could be great 92

FOR A

FREE LUNCH (94)

WISHING

Wish we never smoked or smoldered 92

Or ran toward rebellion and the test

Of the scientific method

As personal hypotheses

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

Rhyming Hyphens 94

I celebrate a free lunch,

Okra grown in sun‑toil

And gumbo soil, veggies

With well‑water

FREE VENICE BEACHHEAD (93)

FRENCH BROAD (94)

FRIEND’S JOURNAL (94)

Where silence is the object 92

Secret spirits reign

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