Word of Mouth

Revolutionesque

2012-02-07T16:51:00.000-05:00

Revolutionesque

From the fantastic Transcyborg workshop with Ana Božičević and Amy King

2012-02-07T16:07:00.000-05:00

From Naropa's Summer Writing Program

Revolutionesque: so you don't end up at the bottom of that pile

2012-02-07T16:01:00.001-05:00

Revolutionesque

dice playes

2012-02-07T15:59:00.000-05:00

covered fur of lions stone walks language by
ear to the parallel of expression
such light room
name renounced
thatched suicide to roof
to feast

eight adjectives without

2012-02-07T15:58:00.001-05:00

needle and shadow winging gold
           we sung sing weeds in teeth
           there the smith flints
           five hissing fathers weep

:she turns reflection head:

           language tongue not formed
           told range of body senseless
           with want this shun stills
           what paper eyes he holds then ships
            robbers monologue finger conjuring to woe

:she stresses song shore to shore:

           where is was and cocktails
           gather empty round dry palms
           roots potamos wings and neighs
           question in betrayer busy with red to protein

       how much space                {
               just touch wet into each bite


:shhh finally moans nouns
       h_u    h_u h_u   h_u heeeee accumulates corner webs of sailors gone song
fallible cotton weaved
obligatory before irritability allures two meadows

2012-02-07T15:57:00.002-05:00

called the sun in towards chest
many times
never to promise
or surmise some
then the sun did call to me
but it was not sun
for this i was free

2012-01-20T01:44:00.000-05:00

2012-01-20T01:42:00.002-05:00

transferable

2012-01-19T15:07:00.000-05:00

Times a clip, a bell, a trudge a pop a verb in tree with owl talons attempting to foreclose pin in pendulum spring; I balance the vibrations in equal terms with slow motions of powder and polish. Mouths of spit and shine shoot no longer; cocooned and soon, the locust will become the wolf. A Salty Shaker of snake breaths, pale varnish, yellow resin; boiled then boiled again into window shades, panes of white wood shaken orphans buttering lavender general tonic-clonic. One knows of three rooms. None of the rooms have doors. Thought there are butterfly locks with red concrete steps cracks of "No, I don't" or "Oh, I see, you are-" and then there was the truth about orgasms, la petit mort; a clip, a bell, a soft eye slipping lubricated behind red as hired muscle functions ticket taker and falter. Now at door burning touch feet, a bell, a pop a good night mercury prayer at knees. They tell me to calm down. To move my fingers against the grain. To feel the yawn as it breaks down. To be the relationship sugar and bad behavior. The land is asking to farm itself with a dripping fang. But, I, i forget, I need the threshold sublimation. They give me a glass bottle, there is a green inside; there is no mechanism to open the glass. Catalyst is careful; one knows this. Whisper to me, I need to know syntax.

To extract teeth with little or no pain- rubbing the gum freely inside and out

Need no panic. That was the threshold. Here is a room. A description. Perhaps. I do not know how to do the. And the contents of the room; dancing in these malfunctioning mannerisms, are grimacing, locking silver teeth together, fabricating new definitions of the burrowed brow in direction two. That is when I realize you have been standing beside me. Apparently for quite some time. Your hair is singed, nesting at the tips; clothes heavy starched, stretched into goodbyes. We don't look at each other. Time is a marble, a rock, a hat in winter, an exhale before falling, a bourgeoisie ocean. No, we don't need a drink, but wanting it is being married, someones thinking: I want to move. The air is vibrato, pulsing hope, and scents of wire. They want us to dance. The two that is. We leave. There is one more room. We use our feet and walk in, simply. Here is the room. I keep thinking we young. A a tree is young. But the tree is the room. And no one greets, directs, or propositions us. Time is commission of a misdemeanor, a disassembly or removal, an absence into distraction. I want to leave for the room was once empty, but now full. So full. Our bones are the floor intermingled twined. We look good together. She knows the cure for spasms: Acetate of Morphia, etc. etc. As the floor; looking up, there is nothing else to do

Non-Linear Time?

2012-01-18T13:47:00.004-05:00

2012-01-18T13:39:00.002-05:00

three brothers eat fire the pot cold
not far            i said     now dance

light quick     flesh clumsy
song back simple throat sung
    i say listen i rode i climbed i dance i cheat move

    drive of ax
    two door sedan
    backseat baby seat
    and milk mosquitoes

    time and garden    hazel and steel
    are you asleep        then dance
                as fell light in cold


    kettle and bell        rake and grain
    where have you    then sheep
                as pig felled on stone

spoon sings    collarbone curve
sing through arrant gut rule sang

        i sleep pot hoarse dressed in yellow
pieces rolled hospitality and pocket full

    meet help feat bargain eyes to the coast upon sleep
fear and hunt is no longer dance is no longer in is to the seas long
longing began with fish silvered sun good evening to belt of net to walk into a robbers hand
    thwo two up into the yard stolen dances washed with seared sweat to bathe and bath but mainly a fox with ribs swollen eyes born fate before the hull smeared sharp cutty blue

honey

2012-01-18T13:16:00.000-05:00

    phrased paper cuts wind

tombs cloud gilded and goes
of that night habit finger lies

                he asks mud
                still dry two acres to go
            then back again
            again back as if were bitters
        rooted sheared gifted as stone to ear

the profile history
green symmetry and two dice
    red velvet corner lenses
    envy dress cut ivy long never shrill
                    singular up and blue
                    there will be only city soon
            then swamp parallel
floor snapt core

root

2012-01-14T12:53:00.001-05:00

so     split blue a sail rigged belly


    tug    a tap click
        was given many candles     none of which lit

the movements of millipedes
        a bell lost in chimes
        back to salt long with pigmentation
                faces tea lights she nights the windows

night    the skin    separates     tucks in     grew wings

        first /    THRESHOLD     sublime stubborn yes door
        sand shapes oval
    palmed caking     salt meets salt
carved from {mothers} tongue {fathers} hand


    no blessing poets fortune teller clonic tonic and sweeps
        forever under the seizures speed
        speech

    she says    {if one if oneif {

fire along groove move melt nearly clenched teeth
                            vocal chords still wonders
                                            dip skin cold
a bell a click
    a ragged sway is brave
        to move pulmonic   - in one - give rude bitter and sweet{ do kill lion; lion wont kill bear, bear wont kill dog, dog wont kill cat, cat wont kill rat, rat wont gnaw rope, rope wont hang butcher, butcher wont kill ox, ox wont drink water, water wont quench fire, fire wont burn stick , stick wont beat }



                    leo lev light
                        tug tap told


                    bare beren беременный
                        beach worn sun stone

                    docce sings brings back bell
                    the stick sighs | no one is listening

back to salt from shaker
        granule     each granule through dome metal sieve

            long sloping without sunlight with many doors     no windows
            we are here
                inside

inside
but i know
it is night
        theskiinonmy bck sephrates
                i glow wings    you antlers

                    towards southbound train
                no choice
                the guards are carved
            from mothers hands {fathers} tongue

led twice circles lips toward the ice
a blessing of magnet and vegal nerve
wandering this is what they wanted






                            if one opens one
you laugh    if one falls
            mountain mal both lips


                from the lungs

                a ring a bell a
question tips phonates the edge
moves sand and trees falls
rum scent becomes bees on sleep
walking midnight towards footsteps cliff
ocean copulation thanks the
but for while
        this is OKok

        before long we are old
    a bell a bell a ragged sway of slips

9 Degrees

2012-01-11T12:13:00.002-05:00

the river is true
it says only
then spreads a blanket into the sea

Berkshire Childe

2012-01-11T12:12:00.002-05:00

-sharp-
home spilt from your mouth into
footsteps shatter shillings left in the faucet
wind angles bronze of caught hair

-raspberries-
wild see finger calling hunt
love moves without cities new year kill
blaze before the heart;his child tides

-fire-
trumpet tepid compounds release
bowing head corner store clerk
never knew the butcher slipped from war to Main St.'s deer

Redwoods

2012-01-11T12:11:00.002-05:00

    sweat in seat the tree shatters

                                                                   opens exploding particulars
                                                                           boy druh shuns drum shell

windowless in headlights
abducted hush imps falsetto

now then listens opening wanton
convex lens panting well with salt

                                       she wastes nothing
                                                                                                                               tides damage
{she                       pulls eyes contact to string      {
    arrangement wells wilter welter

limestone scraped from atolls
far Folsom deer upon

tell me about your teeth                            pushing outward cuffed in sleep            in constance with dawn

well for   the wind   kindle spoken cut cocaine upon unshave d upper lip

dirty gold under the captains tongue
shuffle
shuffle
       sh            sh ow

there is and will be a was who sat in the front porch rather than sitting on the clapboards it lingered under. when there was sun she splintered into sections of gold and ore. when there was none he creaked as the parents scuttled children over the oiled boards. at night the ships shuttle in and out of port carrying refugees huddling over within glowing time zones.

she polishes her Brogues with cobblers cough and steps under the rivers sill

as for perception animal
   perception is experience
swallowing swallow feather no honey

clock lag linger feels foot left feet right

shoe in mouth
wash jack out the window
george tells dan with out speech
auditory embolism rhetoric scansion    births again

Living with a story horse
without the stones to cobble

               Sequoia sempervirens
               timber at the gut
               giving shoot gone

this is what she does second

but she opens the wood sings to pulp
waits for fire ligature

calls rain and sucks between endless teeth
hair opens slow sound dried tomorrow
how hydronym came to Albuquerque
hungry for calcium bicarbonate
fat caterpillar co

O stimulate my
               no on the other counter
cerebral cortex
               yes roll the copper with the brass of your tongue
slip drip mesolimbic
               and up and my bruxist teeth glimmer under seven centuries porch

                   he never sips
                   pulls mouth back under the larnyx
                   reaches toward a muttering heart

Neighbor

2011-12-27T00:08:00.002-05:00

a till
    gun under nevermore
semblance tips hat         rivets lip livers quartz
    storms overflow river dreams salt dried

sold on merit
    grandfather tipped can perpendicular
    scalp concave call             silent call similar response
                patience without the drink
                tongue a faucet telling

a and is this
a   is     giving
        water tucked under knuckles wants respite
a          learn served saved pennies uncles trout lipped whiskey
        show manic spray dive thief lobster pot

rhineland left
        gut struck green fire give got gone usurper
    rakes barrel gun through rains clay
            giver looks limber sings legs narrowed upon the others knee altar

a bucket without a handle sings merrily
        the girl in sunlight tires then tires then sings and is tired

a bucket without a handle is a bucket
        my hand bottom crime quarantined
                let loose follow name upon surname

rigid bird hops open hopped beak christens leaves ruptures

strung hero limping off from sown ladle
    door deer realized us
            wishing well eyes reaping shadows

reaped reaction
        friend ling
        er no now         simple shore     one leg upon bow
other sifting salt sea


            brother take my eye
            remember troll hunts silver cuts isaacs bluff cull

            friends life fruit kind stubs off our stubborn branches

words will always hang fruit and fallen coward from our lips before harvest

Variations

2011-12-10T16:34:00.002-05:00

struggles in variations
co-op slots with others
more germs living inside coin returns
so much play on these fingers
manged articulate lips
pucker on to a point across

in the rain I am a bolt receptor
while I wait for sky to strike with thy secptor
then I'd pick the bones of myself
suck down the grubbs in natures food pantry
build a primordial fire in middle earth and set my back skeleton
for not a place I know
for not a place I go

great tragedies of grape fruits!
half eaten , that will be eaten
not a whole to a half , leaves me chagrin
but I could be far more benevolent
lax on persuading, fornication in designated dress code
with darkness at lightspeed
representative of times
fall back!
Oh what happened to work
Oh what happened to peace
Oh
what happened to me.
next time theirs lightning
let the little hand strike the big one
and charge me

gathered compositions

2011-11-29T12:54:00.000-05:00

this is the best material in the world
        shunt under the limbs of doubled over crocus
    pendulum stunted
            rain pilfered is tucked in green penny
        build nothing cast and custard in seats of

                two owls play dumb
                ring feathers hide in sun
                g

good light
    turbid faces plunge
        faith suckled proof
            tied depth cut copper lips
            before wire there was blood
            trumpet strumpet asked for alcohol in brillo sundered flask

A        i             u

            TUCK of lie of lip in
        hal    le     lujj ah
        edit suffix then
            lustrum    or     as gods took linger upon limbs     purifications

dark black blu sink return teeth linger here no longer return

            tell of rush of split whisper sea
                cut ten give two
                    filter of being before
                the gods gave us toys
                to play before fire
                    sleep with wind
                    tuck in ivory horn and bone
                    slipped remnants simpers toward

        ruptured sons crawl into
            how then sin again cull fist in again

        rush lung spread across granite
            lions coitus upon notes without register

Land Ladders

2011-11-29T12:53:00.000-05:00

forth forward before to feed to nourish

            small fingers shape March’s first clay
                winters bones melted nectar
                    bees, butterflies, moths, hummingbirds

        sling sung upon and above
                horse in no barn
                one baby evidence upon its palm sing
    sang tell bottom of the forest not to make rot
                brother rakes across autumns fulcrum tilted
                table set hung by campfire
                such lunge of tongue as blue in blue in blue
        shrugged shoulder of grizzled me follicles picked askew
                woman new butterfly upon lion jaw
                she swings and jumps and turns upside down pies
                opens pink mouth to then syllables fountain
                foster wind chime vibrato from copper opened six and two tubes

    her pholem tongue never sits still
            phloos bark bites the ground sugar
            sieve heart sister best explain this boy
            hanging from your thigh fingers curled carbohydrates
            simple sugar smiles Birch cut in twos split sold in
            seed and fruit and sink

girlfriend in wild pulling grease off tires city eyes and i
            love tucked under pillows verily and spread those lips tuck these teeth
            he got a false pocket with seed stem
            think once a magician in the stick
            river between crossed eyes
            boy with lovers lane fingers hair
        then tell of how water pulled between; culled beds down raised sun then covered all
            ashrays, water lovers both and both cruel and lost before dawn
            Selkie skin fire staff
            sa ru gu ma pa dha ni salt water queen
            red long ripe sigh
            counterpoint of eye look contact illusion dream moves then
            pulls in bottom lip lingers long enough for
            then again wells full bristle and smoke

    if i have a daughter she will the ocean
        two thirds of the earth will split lips upon her earth
        no borders through rainfall
        sailors glow upon her cheeks
        sea lion woman whiskey angry eyes
        heart mad upon several altars
        father spent upon the driveway weeds summer in mouth
        mother mother reason with
        never fade sun sullen spoken speak is
        such such city paper never would never tell me you couldn't be my
        you he she be

    empty upon flower my face ruddy nose
        never believe a word from this city
        drink drunk upon itself
        no road cotton left to soak
        blaspheme watch carry fiddle with the level
        savior no longer humble
        devils sitting on porches beaten for words
        sung bodies bravado falsetto all of you upon and under above
        city city yield and store i understand only leave on the forest floor

Nimble and Numb

2011-11-15T12:37:00.000-05:00

melodies on the open air bone crawl crawling crawled. severance as one banishes a king
            figureheads with text for ears
                blossoms for noses
                    cavities as sight

husband says
            drink this coffee

            slips fingers under turf

winks sideways

        aggravate pull sing tug body shifting meaning
        tell me son
            how do these eyes looks champagne



            he says bones mama
            real bones






            she licks pink panthers
                share candy under bones fluorescent solidarity
romantics


            salt and water
            not and much makes more of this fragile stolen goods
                look at each other

suite and sweet upon porch tea
sister pours us plastic cups
frozen lemonade lips curl naked teeth

            houses homes hills axe
            valley we speak
            wash your mouth
                think speak claw against the threshold

family familiar multiply tune the pick pluck the chord

reason plucks        wipes clean the


            children

father passes around the ales
        clucks toward the midnight
    not to say sadness overtakes
        rather the blush of sun takes my throat



pull of grape and rivers stuck high
    each time the story of a thigh

                how the cradle cries
                make shy
                sniff of sow
                blood when lost from nose
                is quiet     a new snowflake upon winter

these quiet songs                let let let
        need
            sleeping with want




                    rust bleeds lips into the wall
                    speaks freely
                    treats all with and knows no treason
                    let and let
                    leads blind down burned books spine

how ready is your hand when you gold


            he then she laughs from the table
            wrist watch daises piled upon forearms
            secrets bloom as soap does speak
            tears necro and sleep
            never lifting her wrist the fork moves upon infinity lips
            spittle crossing the gaps

bridges        eight balls in tin under

            the gaps between Fall River and Taunton
                        England; loose bones feeling for whats left
                        faces in creamed corn windshield
                        the wind simple never locks lips and pulls under




                    whiplash son is not combat-able



the pink and withered

spun the gone eyes spit stuck rendered with the fat of those living dead

        run then speak breath caught in the death of those mean to then if

morning slits opens full eggs and onions spilling

            waiting in a storm
                running down slipping pellets of sand on long pulls


come then pull prop section separate carriage from horse
            spill your language
                fucks upon my chest
                    there is no recourse


            hold nothing expect New England drunk chest whiskey
            cousins lift glass spill pint
                lick lips toward lovers with beer belly guts
            no stop speak this is where

i came to see new models

2011-11-11T01:50:00.000-05:00

I drink tea and read Marquez
before going to bed. It’s a
ritual
that isn’t important and
comforts my mind while the light
is still on.

I could pray but I
would rather sleep
in the manicured grass planted
in North Chicago, outside
Ship 5.

In the grass outside Ship 5
whited out windows
and red lights are on the
outside.
Camellia is more common.

Jenkins isn’t snoring
or drawling on about
his imagined love
affair with the Mexican
girl who serves slop
on Wednesdays.

Matthews isn’t crying

Andrew doesn’t have
a tumor
in his brain
in the grass that grows
outside
Ship 5.

I could pray but I enjoy sleeping with Rebeca
now that Jose Arcadio is dead.

Thunder

2011-11-10T19:14:00.002-05:00

SUNDER



                    fellow rigs milk box
                    pours folk spills
                    show me how fingers upon the carpet
                spell spoiled blood quick
        hand me that book

no one tells you what getting older feels like
words spread jam across spread
tell me water
i listen

then i awake and bottom touches tongue
love lust lost was then
here though
you drink farewell
nothing is soft

when someone cries you hold them
its not never your never
you hold paint the blood beats
fall in and out of blue dawn

i dont write about things anymore
laugh about feeling things and such
lick 2 years heart beach sands
from nylon seats
waiting for
        my
        fun    er    al

just take off these blue jeans white tees one more
please

touch my chest that beat difference

someone knows now

        how i leech and feel good there blue and pulped

its not that poets don't
want stories anymore

                we just prefer
                    not to talk about them

            touch             tell
            one            spell

            face            face
            place            sunder

            golden ox    on the forehead
            tell me then
            demand
            reprise
            stop the sun
            the

every time i looked for a normal day
        i got this

        bless wings then blossom teeth upon my cheek
        sing upon your moon then
        play in this seam
        cry move slow
        then pull pulse
        no reap the sea
            sister we are there
            pretending to care there
            or maybe flames pride lunge
            grandfathers said now
            then i listened to grass cut
        braced chicken wire round the post
            roto tillered god the shakes out

            cokes and egg salad
            grandma great upon the feed
                crab fried

        then steal your kitchen
            tequila boys hating her
                that we

river river blue eyes brown silt sacred suckle simple home
            teeth deep to my neck
            take blood helpless flow
                vampires
                    don't die for comfort
                    i daunt these to
            and from them make a river


                cull
            from the filler
                sip
            from the running
                ask
            from then forest

                make more then all would fill their lips




    wind breath upon such that one might bliss

            i asked for something
            no
        then tea



                            served upon a bloom
        touchstone


slow down     silver

            It wasn't the wind burning wet winter cold
        neither several days of piss cold urine for drink
            frozen leaves filled with forests edge bounty
from the southern midland highlands from before that bothered the girl

            it was the whispering
            the tight corners of her mouth pulling back her front teeth every night as she slept

        Alazar lips her lips silver under the full of the severed moon
        tightens the sword ice against her belly
            nothing is warm when it is tight against her side
    the burn in her cheeks are the hot several suns of the fifteen year summers
            her breath is that of the desert
                and her words of the goddesses birthed glass noon

    the boy shakes from the howling hungry of the mountain
            its a slow shake
                none the less
            his bones harden squeezing the marrow
            sending small white sprites before his eyes

    he thinks of his mother pulling fathers teeth out from a small leather bag
             wiping her eyes
        looking over sucking the breath in
        the moon does not pay penance to the son

            he thinks of these things
                these things think of him

            she hears him whimper
                as if his tongue were a sponge soaked with the high plains ruby wine


    nothing in her moves
            the sword peels and asks for blood in her eyes
        she can hear the hand
        muffle the boys outlined mouth

        she waits
        fools her wrist silent around the blades spine

        as mother splayed words none from the moon
        she split the sword upward into the mans    belly
asking for no last words to the gods    and goddesses
as he collapsed over the blades tongue

        the boy was wounded
            and he could not die
        he fingers were swift throughout the night

triangulation

2011-11-10T01:22:00.006-05:00

to-
i-
let
this a.m.

when i stood
stool showed
in paper
a wrapped
phobus grunt

reaking
stench air
hydrazine

-----------------------------

mars bars
payday
baby ruth
butterfinger

stained
milky shit way

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the project has been broken for years
things could be about to turn very ugly
a signal is needed

after 61 yrs in PA
Paterno is pissed

a cock sucker in
Beaver Stadium
derailed da Nittany Lion

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innocence and guilt
irrelevant in space
expose you
tried tested judged

Dwarf Hamster Humphrey

2011-11-06T13:10:00.004-05:00

hamster, your spirit lies in a desperate part of me
your wheel locked onto the same cage that spins andromeda
and I am still saying in a playful voice "Look
look at him go wow wow that is so awesome"
the adept and reason that spins a wheel so fast
had us both running
indifferent of reasoning
but wholesome in purpose

2011-11-06T00:37:00.002-04:00

moon shines into this window
and blankets Lawrence
who scratches rapidly
at his neck,
making the black and white
of his rear leg a blur
on top of the quilt Memere
patched, that covers the end
of my bed.

crassula argentea is a
succulent that
grows well with infrequent
watering and a steady
source of light.
many years of life must pass
before it grows to great size.
Peter's clippings come from a
mother that could have
have been in Mandela's cell.
their leaves now
arch into the night.

white and emblazoned
with a trinity of three
leaf green shamrocks on
the center of
the side that faces
outward while I look through
this window and warm
my feet under the quilt Memere
patched, that covers the end
of my bed, this cup of
chamomile tea is now cold.

golden shore II

2011-11-04T10:23:00.001-04:00

buffalo were massacred
from the these rails.
between the horizon clouds
and black eyed susans smell
carcasses
stripped of hide rotting
noble slacked jaw.
tongue in a New York preserve.
dust cloud
silence
scalps the memory of Crazy Horse.

golden shore

2011-11-03T19:57:00.002-04:00

one window
November dark, full
reflection wipes it clean.

mother told me to say nothing
unless it is something good
i never heeded this advice.

i spoke with the sea
she calls to me
beckoning with curled influence

more stars than eyes can open
in an August rain storm
shooting over
gravel hole up
2 miles below Panther Gap
after the Mattole.

sea-lemons

2011-11-01T20:11:00.000-04:00

            wrap of bathcurtain
                curtain plastic circles hung
                swallowed sockets blue undercurrents
                grand tub pink rings
            fable rood rot hands and fishermen

yellow flowers creeping
    sunday hungry baby petaled strict dog striding

            tent silk touch told tell including
            wild clinging particular
            fever long gold frozen hand
            flipped round the woodsman’s bathymeter



        little house glass
            rock candy lips
            boys little vertical above avocado wood stoves
        full cheeks raspy with berries

    honey and tobacco hands
    choose hear hungry sunday
        petaled baby
            dog strict
                striding

            blue asbestos fire bellied
            neighbors     brave swallow whiskey
                realize three fingers of vodka

    opposable thumb upon bruised chin
        chin low upon conspicuous opposable


            our corner garden is ablaze
                with tired sea eggs
            lemons, lilies, horses, hollies
                    and grapes



        hour of the cigarette paid holiday
            part time lemon leg nest egg

                left at the linoleum sunset witchcraft
                left of crippled reaper
                lift sliver slick as

        snow animal how show should dear

            lung lost again



            river mussels in the kitchen grass


prophetess upon fridge




                find found love without a level

                        crawling round baseboards fear of frozen copper
                            hot socks sweet saprophyte sweetgrass

this house spent astrological meant spouse
    claim- look - the window
            child as doorsill sits upon this was then

            hold tongue

                    pull slow eyes bubbling


                hair upon broken forty ounces
                spill spun tether court strung elementary
                braille pad fingers soapy whiplash





    four legs stricken stung slung against purple dawn ice
        the kids awake slipping from moon sized pearls
to and then


            mouth choking on sun
            dull cream coke coffee cocked livers
            strung fillers upon circumstance




there is orbit
    attraction             big ship cofffin

            carrot flowers in your ears
                wither shiver
            one         three             four




        say i say thigh
        say and meet there

                            drink and drunk
                            water and sperm
                            yeast and sugar
                                boil supple suck
                taste
                no
                one
                is


so     shh

        walking willow tree medicine upon mother father alive ripped upon two empty streets
        when alive buried on and singing of rapture where bricks billowed
streams
        white surpass sunrise succotash for breakfast again
surrender
        clouds on the border blanket sick seas

            seaweed and oil
            merry merry mill
            sing lift your subterranean heel
            come
            walk now


            the tide is stilled

                            fruit on the floor
                            friend on the table
                            enemy hand around waist
                            slumbering on leaves
                            whispering lightning

the dice thunder against our brothers purple cheek

growling, she protects me

2011-10-28T14:38:00.001-04:00

unable to see my shadow
i imagine that a river flows softly
downhill.

moonshine ripples swaying crowns

Medicine Crow Memorie

2011-10-27T23:40:00.001-04:00

memories....

we have similar crow in our medicine memories...

not as famous

truth on war cancels

council decides quarantine broadly

applied to young and old

some to sanatorium

others to sanitarium

azacks ajacks pulacks

harvest crops amongst

the red clay bricks

and glass broken rivers

trash strewn backyards

with 55 gallon drums crumbling

ash filled

lone lookout zip drips plastic

onto dry grass neighbor

hood raspberry hood cherry

hood

hood lookout

First snow

2011-10-25T11:31:00.000-04:00

Castor |‘Kaster|
Greek Mythology the twin brother of Pollux. See Dioscuri
Astronomy the second brightest star in the constellation Gemini, close to Pollux.
    It is a multiple star system, the three components visible in a moderate telescope being close         binaries.

castor
    noun
    a reddish-brown oily substance secreted by beavers, used in medicine and perfumes.

ORIGIN late Middle English (in the sense [beaver]
        kastor.







            Today I saw a beaver

                a tail
                flat against warning stream
                teeth tilling

            sister licked sing sung evening primrose sun may come

    pick pull climb
            yellow flowers open in evening then yield

                upon glass
                into glass
                upon glass
                in particular

        cuts     cuts    cuts    cuts
        oil    extract    oil    extract

                    O moon
                        we always wail
                        we always we
                        wail

disposition *   all this stolen
        time and horse
            present watch change strung along

            disgustipated
                    disarm
            digging         dignified


            diary        diamonds

            devils        definition













                stand up
                    bullet, walk.



            this coast
                clear there is danger
                clear there is no danger





silly brothers roots in mouth
        orchards upon brows



                    people and blades
                    jewelry and hair
                    mouths

            variances of blue
                    and
                        red

agape

    agape

            gape

                    selfless love
                    listened terrible
                    talked as though morning
                    differentiated between

today apples planted seeds
        turning several cheeks
        i will carry tongues upon brush

                    dark hoist upon sails

                    small rain upon my cousins dumb tongue

                    now

                        we begin




            Sensation

desperate upon clutching
        acorn between teeth
        fruit pulped orange citrus
        mouth show finger
        comes around consumes

rug and skin.    skin skin in then in

        tell me know how to feel
        you did not ask

        you did


            perhaps

        water then
        wet then

                tell then.

those are not ghosts
        trees encourage nothing

they caress and bleed
    knife love carve
        sap and seed



                no ones listening


                one |wen|
                the lowest cardinal number, half of two




denoting a particular

                sun slips through orange haze harsh based upon enough no grease hair
                starved corpse

                no
                killing was when one walked
                speech
                hell upon snatching
                the devil
                what of it
                beside
                    bite
                create

                ::::::/
many faces strung forgetting legs remembering legs

            brother crawled across the hearth
            cardinals gold sunset mouth


    glass in eye

                    carving

                hearts of griffins
            liver of lion
                hooves of horse

        tell me in
            never red and blue

            kiss this gizzar

mollusk and such            the woods ask me what do you know

        the sea just smiles a penny silver fire:

        shoot shot shimmy

profile

2011-10-23T18:31:00.005-04:00

Winter is going to be
colder this year.

stony grey
this outcropping hill
will be solitary in November
after the cries of children
wanting to climb the 70 foot granite mountain
are muffled by a bootless foot of snow.

Today
leaves have found their way. A reflection
of sitting
still in transition.

Where do grasshoppers
hide to die when the sun in not enough
to keep air from cooling before night rises?

Wind pains the lungs
and penetrates skin.

I must cover in wool.
stockings cap sweater
a mindful attempt to avoid
infection in lungs.

rays that loosen tight shoulders
under bearded clouds

surely the grasshopper
stretching his tibia
as he walks toward me
must know that it is time to move on.

Already
dreaming of song

feeling self concerned like a child spoiled
by this lengthy impermanence.

How often

will i be reborn?

two cycles
every
day

lunar pull affective
gravity
tides
ebb
and flow

from and
to the
sea

cold cold water

2011-10-22T17:42:00.002-04:00

tobacco steams the acre
        salve across ankles
        butter and elder bark steeped in old bacon
         tins salt shelves blood pestled whiskey
        green brick beehive oven sweet flesh beside

    bedside

        hot water
        my finger across gums
        singing murmurs and red
        reconciled wool
        paper on glass
        our daughter has a hand
        moving a pencil over in under

            when my mother pours castor oil down my throat
            she whispers
                does not pet this forehead





            i need to erase someone from time

Absurdus

2011-10-22T13:27:00.001-04:00

destitutes hypnotic to the cue
jarred alabastared conversations given back to the cosmos
and our unborn young if they ever exist to be

Your fathers junk drawer in his bureau
filled with hunting permits -swiss army knives
bullet shells -and cologne like leather
and more bullets just in case
the younger -the more treasure
treasure that seeks no memory -only to be forgotten of
like a good secret should be

manipulation but feathers fall in fairness
wishing hopes would cross wires
waiting for a union that should rise above spires
heavy on the back as it sends the weight to foot
keep our lips puckered behind these sour smiles

done with the phaethon bourgeois
hand around the bottle over the labels make
thumbs broken in the up position just along for the ride
knee jerk reactions the physical properties reflected in a disposition

I get preoccupied with nonsense
the day to day composition to decomposition of things
ignoring parallels caught up with correlation instead
out of my periphs a beacon pinches my skin
a calming pleasant ring of the bell
a signal to the ears blind spot
full of deep breaths and sinking thought

must and paper grocery bags

2011-10-19T23:32:00.004-04:00

We have meditated on the hilltop
under which waters once flowed with
poison
bringing more death into
the jungle
than napalm burns in
colored photographs
shot
under skies chopping
pieces of the 100 years
passed since
Phoebe and Badcock
who of course we did not discuss
because in this course we palavered
in the wasteland
and inseminated history only through variations in distance
or as it has come to be known,
Word of Mouth, and
seeing as ours were filled with smokes outside
where it wasn't as if we really cared
about more than collecting change so that we can continue drinking
down
downing
our own poison.

she says you were given a compass last week,
much more efficient, for these days anyways, than a peace maker.

2011-10-18T17:39:00.000-04:00

Hey, man,

Watch out for those pill poppers.
bottle rockets who get lit up on one shot
and live for every night cause bar lights are so bright
and remember that faces look great in that makeup made so bright
by the flourescent pulsing light but in the sun they're
melting
as
fast as you
12 hours after rolling that $20 bill
to stick in the right nostril til it's dripping blue
and then it's time to get set for the left.
Don't forget that it's not even the dope that feels good
it's the urge to calm the hurricane in your sea of ideation.
Take that advice from Frank, Lord knows he knows,
he wait, Fuck the Lord. Charlie parker said that if God made anything more beautiful than dope,
he kept it for himself. but yeah, those blue pills, ruin lives.
So it's like yeah, the excuse is that it's a good night-
made some money, what's 30 bucks?
some pizza, skate, get drunk... 2009, time doesn't stop, you do, again.
what's another 30 bucks when the sky is gonna wrap around your shoulders
like a heated hotel blanket
nodding you off to sleep
to dream inside clouds of mind
so billowing and blue that your stomach is bloated to
explosion
and you're shaking
cold
and wet
scared of death cause that dream had nothing to do with getting clean
and youre already telling the world to fuck off
before you get outta bed at 1pm on a thursday in november.
you can't even see out the window
you can't even see the tattoos on yer toes
screamin KEEP PUSHN
and you spit some shit form the depths
of your lungs onto a beer bottle and
light a smoke.
you hear your phone vibrating somewhere
in this pile of a room that
if you didn't tell em to fuck off 5 years ago your dad woulda said
it looks like a bomb went off, but you did, and still don't make your bed.
Where's that phone? it's 1pm on thursday...
it's stopped now.
Keep on looking. It's inside a pair of dirty drawers, plaid ones that are too big.
There's a voicemail
it's from yer mom
she says
Happy Thanksgiving
I love you
son.

Sao Miguel

2011-10-18T17:02:00.002-04:00

In the beginning
                she pinned her hair
            with crickets {         moths


                let there be
                tangled, raging thicket             an earthworm pondering

            apple schnapps    blackberry brandy
            tomorrow of autumn
            turn of sea
            olive oils gold shadow
                open reactions faultline
            call strangle salt upon no chest
                                                   riddle migration
                tug    and tug        strands taut never a line to walk
                clasp fall face
                on the open fallacy sidewalk



        houses beneath the sea
           filled with yesterdays salt
        high-tides question
                    how many questions
                         will your mother ask me
                    with thyme between her teeth
                fragrant and Sagittarius

        the cities hill
    holds cups
    lighting fire with eel grass

            only has met blossoms safety
            give
            our whimper will build a bridge of nothing

is a door a watch upon the cities wrist

for this

        expect nothing
                     nothing expects water

of islands
filament taffy scars
wind daughter pulls cord, apprehensive
sutures doors

now, show me sulphur
retreat            then pull            accentuate creation
is as what then

Midas lusted gold
Judas choked silver barnacles
you never questioned






        one knows two
            holding hands with three
                     who limps
looking back over four



when turning into a bee
or perhaps a child's feather                    forget, then {        }

cut    snip    tie    slip    drip    sip

        of the sun
        how hair became a noose
        upon the stars libra scale

awash sinister threshold
    one kisses the root of the islands tree
    she opens her eyes
    remembers




                        awash upon
                        awash much
                        breathless
                        sand fleas
                        brine blessed
                        with the
                        horseshoes
                        belly


                                            The Barracuda offers    two pieces of marked silver cross and the sour taste of rhubarb

    My mother sprinkles wrinkled sugar
    on fathers smoking cigarillo
He winks
    wine follows rivers crease



                wait and ask {      } tell      retreat
                again
                again
                no is a door
                a window
edge of a precipice conclusion
window broken
again such as then






    at night i know language again
    the bats of mountains
twist them around
        gossamer to nail
            fish circle round Saturn’s reflection
copulate slow
a making of reverb


                    suckling madly
                    milking moonlight

                        everything

        The Green Room

                open the doors
                           step outside
                        peculiar feelers electric current
                line paths caked guano and phosphor

My bride watches me dress in lavender scales
plucks red off redeemable
pickling the blooms on doorstep

                        my daughters, several suns
                        a moon, pounce, giving
                        taking what was left

upon the tongues of Neptune
        battered loins of sea-less cities
                 sits two queens
leaping
    there is no shaved gender here


                            lust has picked grandfathers fields
                             gone dry in the mouth
                            pureed disconsolate * masturbatory

        each moment is each moment was never supposed to be each
        and don’t you try and get clever with me
        daughters at dawn   {
        }    spotted glass eyes caked
            with a mothers night touch

at rivers tributary encroachment
    of snake-tell me now of kitchens:
                        where inferno strawberries canned/never to be eaten gather    d u s t;
        two eyes in corner play
                    thumbs with spoiled english plums
its the night of passing souls   i whisper snake shivering heat upon planets bosom he
        suckles waits
        for the mockingbird to bloody his lips

i tie shoes by the bank
    so they can get up        open the door:is a door: is a door: is a door

    wooden whales
New Method of Embalming- Mix together 5 pounds dry sulphate of alumine, 1 quart of warm water, and 100 grains of arsenious acid. inject 3 quarts of this mixture into all the vessels of the human body. this applies as well to all animals, birds, fishes, &c. This process supersedes the old and revolting mode, and has been introduced into the great anatomical school of the world

on ships

    work quietly

        avoid sudden jars
                    fight and be stung

                        if you are timid
                                use rubber gloves
                                a long veil excess face

slip into head of sperm whale
        sleep a second culling

to save your soul while being on time, a prayer

2011-10-11T11:25:00.007-04:00

volume control is key

she carries

esteem

in briefcase -

she's beemingin New York

in Brooklyn Brooklyn

reading

current novels never betting

never boozing never over

sleeping--

keeping her alarm

from falling

from getting stuck, like like it always fucking does

stuck and muffled in tangled sheets

sweaty sheets

wet

from fever dreams

I grind my teeth.

to conclusions

in class

in pants too baggy

on pills and on egg mcmuffins

lounging

through coffee in car dripping, down shifting

everybody knows--

'Yeah, I saw you, don't worry'

changing music

make connections

between bands

wonders at purposefulness

wonders her path

the streets should be easier to drive on.

construction cones litter

patterns on black tar

patterns only men can decipher

last minute guess the way like

always

between bites and racing thoughts about

her parents

and the government

and the broom in her car

and she's sitting in the parking lot

she's smoking her cigarette low

waving like they wave and waiting

watching and planning the walk

and rehearsing the language

she prepares her tongue and mouth to talk

always explaining

always the translator--

For the strength

it takes to stand

for the power.

for the

balance.

bottle-

2011-10-09T21:52:00.000-04:00

your stillness that creates
           a pit of giants
         the giants will silence nothing through all demons apparition
             but you take yourself to be human

   and it will be that the demons
             who are and shall be
    completely less than i
               will not be confused with themselves

                   there is no truth
                   you will come upon
                        empty science, always found
                        out of those i dismiss as demons

lengths

2011-10-09T21:43:00.000-04:00

turn of sea
gold in shadow
whimper through silence
open reactions fault line
strangle salt upon no chest
riddle migration
any motion will tug
these strands are never a line
clasp-fall each face
on the open fallacy

No, shhh
            open the lid yr violin mouth
salivate as broken fingers break earth
             dig no graves here
                         houses beneath the sea
                                                    filled with salt

when is hightide
             how many questions will
                         your mother ask me with thyme
                                  between her teeth
                                       fragrant and Sagittarius

upon this hill
all of your brother
lighting fire with eel grass

only has we met
blossoms our safety
give me better and butter and clamshells
i will build a bridge of nothing

in a door a watch
upon our wrists which
never sailed upon these seas

expect nothing
nothing expects water

Used Neighbors

2011-10-09T21:28:00.000-04:00

*filament taffy scars
wind daughter pulls cord, apprehensive
suture the door

*show me sulfur
retreat-then pull-accentuate creation
sea is rapture

*Midas lusted gold
Judas choked silver as barnacles
you never questioned

*one knows two
holding hands with three who
limps over four

*when turning into
a bee, or perhaps feather
forget then remember

*cut-snip-tie
lie is in the water
slip-drip-sip

*of the sun
how your hair became noose
the libra's scale

*awash sinister threshold
one in shadow another trees
hawk in cottonwood

you know you drink strong liquor

2011-10-04T00:55:00.002-04:00

touch nothing
   lord lord love
           ride weather wet nothing warning
       clasped hands moses round the book
   some said whisper
no dog lingers on such a street

Islands lap

2011-09-30T13:47:00.000-04:00

yes
    the shore will hold
no
    not for long

            so take salt
            slide water upon this jugular

make         make        cup and
                walk and
                scatter breaths relied upon

if could strangle the wind
    less upon \ slow claw foot spray
        dig of clay fingers
            banish each prick of shattered shellfish
        close around each white iron lung


        shelf    periwinkle    horseshoe crab laughing with 5 am jerry brown cove

    pulse of each echo word

        when winter splinters sunlight
        damned by the touch of another
        slip both hands into each riptide pull
        pull the jawline into
        salt wrung salt
                as an upturned neck met laughter parallel from found eyes

each one kingdom presents itself as a city
    silver touched last time he breath here

told story places regards upon gods last foundation
    kiss sea-
wash nothing
regulate seasons
placate no beast that would eat
                    still sill
                    when the hill and sea
                    frame based on
built off

awoke in real people’s houses
hair ribbons gloss sigh of floor
brew a pot blue tarnish
lick bottom lip
dash distributively towards station

thy heart          what is this flesh
       drunk two spirits beside sheds gold

    stamped serpent the prow of tender speech

                   burn fates stick            carve the lately furrowed embers

touch slow cups of sea
                measure no sand
        languish ask upon portals
               given to ear          wait strive    invent hounds the favor of waiting trees

city is city light hall humming stage
lusting, a flank of stars upon timber plate
              fistfulls of sea-weed wine coerce the throat

                         fire-tree pleasure we eat
                              sea turtle luminous between two lions feverous teeth

cold as arrow
               white forseen
         bud of slayed shelter

                as yet volcano alchemy wails
     turn and went for water

Gar Barge

2011-09-29T19:57:00.003-04:00

we live and die by the shepherds pie
greasy fingers unbeknownst will keep us alive
squeezing the horn of a Cadillac of rhine
we're fortunate to walk so quick
where the beer reeks breath aroma spits
forecast cloudy with a chance of pints
pork fried with chance of rice
pigs in blanket
swine never had it so nice
make way for airplanes serving peas and carrots
the rocket ship serving up all that cabbage
with vacant vacuums among the static
turn the up volume
enjoy the racket

2011-09-29T00:20:00.000-04:00

in one week
i will taste
the aurora

Invisible Ideas

2011-09-28T18:05:00.003-04:00

We broke out water shedding
creating massive basins
where we dwelled amongst the innards of stones
still a footprint deep with a puddle
waiting for the next foot print
so as it might come unveiled
to curse every estuary
trudge our rivers by smart mouthing

fingers are sockets
grounding me refusing gravity refusing have a
seat
simplistic but technical vegatible
de fault de is not
each tooth a trowel
ready to bite the necks on bays
onto conclave bogs
puddles again to break the sight of footprints
this a new watershed
the displacement of every other matter

2011-09-28T02:22:00.002-04:00

make         make        cup and
                walk and
                scatter breaths relied upon

2011-09-26T20:16:00.004-04:00

in his ascension to the higher regions
he saw her the footstool of GOD
a huge animal not inimical to man

ancient philosophers saw
the mysteries of nature withal
to have taken place in the pouring forth of the moon

obtained through observation
poisoned influence emanates undifferentiated substance or matter
soaking through and through the constitution of MAN

To give an approximate idea of it HE saw her the footstool of GOD.

lunar ancestors calle the Earth OUR Mother

full of active and destructive life her decaying corpse explains
that which science fails to see

Modern Man
a strange term,

soulless
on forbidden ground

On the Flood Watch

2011-09-25T12:07:00.003-04:00

The horn of a hustling train
gone
that static hiss of hydraulics
numb to the ears
now and again I will hear the church bells
but I have to listen
the traffic sounds could be my own breathing
flashing on the house clanking in the breeze
could go at any minute
and I along the long stalks of the undertoe
a tide change
ringing in my ears
earging on the surf to overtake the seawall

shutter

2011-09-25T00:55:00.004-04:00

the rocks are covered
one must be careful walk
upon each tooth i still

a sky burial
a taste of whisky

whisper wind upon
this was then
4 degrees left up

watching the night

i am happy
my field is safe

This is what it is Pound

2011-09-23T00:14:00.000-04:00

они анд они

и ам нот Эзра Понд

упон Херацлитес

2011-09-23T00:12:00.000-04:00

                clutch of such a flywheel
                menthol finger tips lavish cotton washed
                humped back separate create sections of gin

                wind son
                spooled cupid
                who owes my violin cord veins

                son plies with the last drunken trees
                hands father of the 9-7 stripped finger tips
                long tall cans
                that when tasted slip of heart break

                father feel drums cross that liver
                fast burn;    turn up roots;     dig down and bite this eclipsing heart
                no such ship comes upon long grass tonight

                    though in these sequestered Monet’s
                    drum thumbed fingers brick
                    placating strings knotted don't make

                                                                        blossoms of lambs bread
                                strict engravings in blood             cut up veins    slobber upon such excess and
                                                                        give
                    concrete and gold similes
                    slip and slip
                    and cull the night with that askew mustache
                    soft as winters bristle

2011-09-23T00:10:00.002-04:00

wrack of glare. spite and slay the day fill of time such lunge for bell move gentle such blanket was placed upon these crumb shelves. father left a macaroon on each armchair, which no one ate. allowed gauze to move our faces in reaction. the moon ate and sleeps over creating packets of dust. my arm a wild sloth graph sectioning off parabolas of the way one poops over late august tiger lilies. though of such and such and let there be sleek itching scoundrels watching from charcoal factories. of each breast left and waiting on my front yard. one asks to be bitten a cheeseburger another sways lithe and quiet as a rubber sun.

have the speech retaliate let night open its ear against and through; above. rapture presents cold fortune in wave-lengths. Time is a bridge a pop a luck spell cast and lusted after, a tug against rounded jaw bone sanded down thighs. in-between pulses sutured together in each bite of grass. in each syllable shouted quiet gave birth to a an undercurrent of slight.

2011-09-23T00:03:00.002-04:00

i remember my mother breaking eggs and pulling away from the stove when the bacon grease splashed her arm. i remember her head like a strawberry in the early morning august sun.

i remember telling my brother that if you took all the leaves from all the trees in the neighborhood, mix them up in a pail with dirt and water and drank it that you could have any two wishes. the rest of the week i spent grounded.

i remember when my only boy cousin was born. they said he had down syndrome. so i thought he would be sad all the time. he was always the happiest one of the bunch, i think i only ever saw him cry once.

i remember going over a friends house when i was 6. we had to eat grilled asparagus and raw carrot juice for dinner. with every bite i felt as though my gut would spill upon the hardwood table. The father of my friend looked as if his face was stuck in a perpetual bath of bronze. we had cherry tomatoes for desert.

i remember my first kiss. i was 16 on a camping vacation in New Hampshire. the stars were dim lanterns and the moon a crooked sickle. her lips tasted like strawberry bubblegum. I’m sure mine tasted of peppermint schnapps.

2011-09-14T01:45:00.002-04:00

hand that of astronaut
        tugged upon fractured lines
                        know of textile; cut the cloth; sectioned you

There is a key. Liquid burn light turned on into the caverns of livers caking velvet corridors. The key is fatty, smooth; tastes of night, morning, noon; sigh of golden hair ironed upon both my shoulder blades.

this is when you realize i am speaking of nothing. Actuality functioning as a institution of blossoming causality; for that matter regulations will and shall be sanctioned upon the floured flour of you attempting to burn the carcass with a softening smile.

i will not open your ears with my mouth anymore from the side sweating booze upon your left swaying breast. sanctions of the night buzzing as we bite the leaves of our trees; your maple; I birch coated sleeve

i will not pretend that the city is a wasteland wild upon my chest beating with wild civilities one might pretense with gold grass or grease; cry as a a cat beneath the heart of several witches hearth no one has known for centuries.

several have known this fallacy; recreated language understood our fucked up poet neuroses, translated functional levels of did play tongue; remembered mirrors several times sneezing upon train ridden neck, though destruction remembers valiance as does nappy does the root of health.

               there is a man. he opens his moth.

everything such says is
       as follow this
               presume these common
               travels want and learn from
               touch your chin       pull you in
               make Machiavelli propagation’s upon this ribcage

one tells me of sex in manners of fried, saturated sewn up   wrung dry calcified dry resemblance of traveled characters bones


           no common of what foggy breath layered splayed what has been patched down from could not common explanation of these is full bellies bursting upon layered slayers of one who only could create a film noir from flood lamp footage

you want me to slow down
make this less vibrating frequency
       you you you is a spot traveled, observed and limited; left to be disturbed
you of school, municipal conveniences, ab-originally cut upon lengths of pond fish scales
        tipped with cotton water, lessons of granite daily a toil

2011-09-12T23:08:00.005-04:00

I walk these streets
drunk in disguise
rolled cigarette smoking
corners of my mouth
under the full moon

shades of a circular fashion
reminiscent of a condom ring in motion
hang from venus and mars,
brightest minds
to simultaneously light a sky.

I understand what
life is like,
this is the problem .

300 some odd sunsets,
a defibrillator when i was old.

2011-09-10T23:48:00.004-04:00

confusion count me freely.

tastes of honey
drip into my throat
and into my soul as a daily
perspective treat

candy so sweet
going to bring me cavities,
rock art

what is it? when i cannot taste
your thighs
mind
manners
as it's expected

shit...
this isn't 1939
but it's all relative
father...
all relative

fuck relativity tell me E=mc
dude.

belmore,
leave me be and
hawks won't swipe you pigeons
and while

i cannot promise this
like

YOU
said

it's all

r e al

no,

it's all

relative.

after paddling up a full moon tide
this concept of completion

more difficult

than public school
behaviors that have been brought through never having been a kid
what the fuck am i supposed to say
it's the 1970s
i mean kids should defend themselves from the seventies
and spreading rumors fed from baby boomers

no allergies
honey stops em

6 outta 12 trading soups
before sifting shots under barstools

soul eaters
yah yah yah yah
eatin brains for dinner
yah yah yah yah
ohhhhhhhh yaaahh eee yah

2 hours on the clock
3 days on 2 lifetimes
eternity

a graphite description

life=pain=suffering=beauty

but then chris from reno
whose girl was into meth
said

dood i just got outta lockup

he is 18

i woulda taken care of a kid like that
but i gotta take carea other shit these days
and i still here it

as the angle goes
withoutlight there's only

darkness

fuck, this screen is white.

reality and relativity aren't

slugs, grubs, and shitty bread only

2011-09-07T23:35:00.002-04:00

there are times when i forgot how
one might manipulate
a sunset

rain is not wasted on a clean man
pedaling the 106
where the sun don't ever shine

read at the start of every seminar, an obituary
writer of journal entries, in the ground at 41.
thoroughly transcended life a mile from town.
how's that for convenience? made me think
on september 7th 2011

roots running deep
gnarled pissed hurtful hatefully standing alone, freezing for a few centuries
in the wake of Metacomet embarking into the Hockomock...

"People seeing the beauty of this valley will want to stay"

effervescent clouds covering the sky
shadow ground 1000 feet
below a pair of shoes thought to be weary

a curse?

5%

2011-09-02T03:08:00.001-04:00

lilacs.
    how they clung as songs from your ears. and how your sweat was nearer to me then my own water

Just as some kind of analytical technique is needed to understand a dream, so a knowledge of mythology is needed in order to grasp the meaning of a content deriving from the deeper levels of the psyche....Just as some kind of analytical technique is needed to understand a dream, so a knowledge of mythology is needed in order to grasp the meaning of a content deriving from the deeper levels of the psyche.... -Jung



     of labyrinths       snakes, platinum rings, 40.95 emerald
face plates; encrusted carvings - faces of violence. no, last night; i had that dream again. false hands lipped round and back the sepulchral realm of industry- blank with brick and undetermined- struck with seizure and full of yearning. o yes ma’m, you were a camera upon both thighs.    An algorithm opening two tongues, playing cricket with kicked out; and upon the shore- each looking through and chose. But, well, yes; those were acrylic shadows and perhaps oil paints based upon your upper lip curvature and real human face. though , of the mountains and heros.

               surely one knows of Fernat’s Principle
               no, turn that key       of the shortest distance
take and turn path       no game but refraction     of light; how it is always from the east upon the dead dull flies back
               made of goldilock face upturned and frozen
       instead;
               obese flickers of lighting ask
    as seen before    mirrors that bloom structures and cry to some form of the lord locked and living, for and in
an effect is only a instrument
           many still long to master           as for principle and actions straining stars

all around me
       curdled; I floats as whey
    fade taste - bit and bite                upon the sea tsar’s layered open silk jaw gulls fish his neck
       and till one remembers the wager of such sea
no still creation will ever need to know how to hold utensils
       or wear high heels to shape buttocks for
       or layer cotton
       bedside;
    all without feeling

i care little for glass or bridges to cross the river
             brave beside such fire, bears accustomed singing; a bird in your bedcage
this and multiples of six does not frighten street roamers
    fondling such a head
       loahtfull and sloth of numbers
738903-401-439-4720
           if i left that alone, then

obscene tends to lending and leaves hold up drifting, call them,               fairy tales
rate react only if well such is that prayer
voice sounds better by unrecognized                   of there one goes again
       can not admire the beat struggle    repeat. full and snuffed of sunlight

of ten and there
and of such resembles the fortune

rough draft of a study

2011-08-29T23:34:00.004-04:00

“Five paces by four and a half, five paces by four and a half, five paces by four and a half. He made shoes, he made shoes, he made shoes. The ghosts that vanished when the wicket closed.”
                                    -Charles Dickens-

                                                                                                                                                                -”we’ll try”-

         On Rock Street

stripped of, upon two arrows
        seams


of levees, tributaries left untamed
        brackish harmony; such unlovely

thick incurrents regulated less     less}              {well enough

    grave tends sleep
    picks potholes raked with mascara wing eyelashes

                Fall Rive
                    swears then pores:
                        puritan
                        malice
                        lingers
pushes up its soggy bra*
                                jostles its shall be damned cock*

     and if we speak of god                       that one, in;     ready,
                                    claw
                                    and foot
                                     of emptying night mouth bathtub prayer
                              will always be straddling the Braga Bridge as two enters in

could swim
but
then again                Dutra builds libraries of copper maple
                            from annexed decadence

dificilmente você merece um gole*

of the following
of Pawtuxet street caked with boil belly frogs and pre noon sunlight;
    egging brother to taste the back legs. like french people do.

I trouble     at first and lift
    place succumbs ; asking begin ; how and exactly

again;again;            gain; violence no- extent lifts- chooses to wander

though rather{ }mimic all those further
mimic{ }honey salted blunt wraps on the ice cube tray
ten and
    ten and
        ten and{
that is        thought-
            as i met       Death
that is         that-
            as i exchanged     quality~
for word

sobr for drnk
drnk        for cut of sex.

                                        to have this genie
                        that is fingerprints on brass
        as one covers two with swollen birch bark

to beat-to beat. as lick does turn bite. as bite as blood. as blood in shadow. in shadow as pillar. in pillar serial function burn; forget.

                    no one has learned anything
                    faces deep in baths of dopamine

            and of white men cigarettes
        eating wonder;      regurgitating bliss full puppets

fucked up                open missing; fist full skin ripped faire

        its havoc   speed cocked winters bones exterminated fire

            wheat pressed chapped eyelids

        you asked, i f     i    was a willing natural american

(my blood types O- across chapped menthol pull)     responds

        from 2 feet above         one auctions responses; multiply
        calculating potions             rain
        clap of booty to clap    to clap
        wise and why style shaded cultured dividends

        the rain is jousting with the passengers
fall rive stacked and conditioned
                with and without



                        do not forget
                        that i am a fool


for this                    and for place

Jun St.

2011-08-24T22:54:00.001-04:00

lizzie borden is an axe
                 metal quick on flesh
nothing works slow
harping on mill bricks
three white candies suckled breakfast
              Fall River is an endless paned window eye
       middle finger crooked stuck in Wesport's blue green eye

i wish her Victorian skirt lifted
nether we shy
red slush smiles

hands folded

2011-08-24T00:43:00.001-04:00

that was no story
     weight measured in leaves

deliberately awoke sober
     to fall asleep challenged by bottle sprints

falling, touched summer
       raised skirts flirted sloe gin, (bed of bees again

should two occasionally lay with elephants
         fingers in the air;        discussing the juices of swords

nevermind
           not likely
a tailsman              face upturned        stuntin

2011-08-22T23:23:00.002-04:00

company
is best served
in broken hands
singing shadows
at dinner table never used

i am the archetype of your dream
he shouted from between the foaming fangs
of a chinese dragon, she laughed,
as usual, at his grandeur, pushed in nose
hot baby pool tongue never,
quite, at home

            besides(when the screen door holds
nothing in
    manticore shaving mane upon kitchen sink
piss ass drunk, salivating over peaches,
     proud shut filter of when change occurs

i need to show passion
this will kill nothing
honesty taste as hair over ear
when neck arcs
mouth opens a lightbulb

confirm and avoid
show me how to question
slow no together
little is thrown
an anchor needs sand and salt to stay through hurricanes

2011-08-20T01:04:00.002-04:00

this time a polished sea worn stone in
hands of a girl, looking west after
many nights spellbound with rusted coins

fooled again
never loving which loves
holding thorns, ticks on sleeping birds
let them eat slow
these ground pestled wishes
a fine wine waits long
and is drunk
by a dumb dog

whites

2011-08-19T00:31:00.000-04:00

that is the sun, I said
dragging me across old snow

sense is c
                rook
                   ed    I said
         give me lust, desire taut
     teeth in shoulder blades
grazing slow

2011-08-18T22:26:00.002-04:00

i. how to bake a cake. and serve it to idiots

of clouds and secrets held up in baffled lists
of tongues tied knots of former wishes
held at dawn
lingering from bathing midnight stare
mirror mirror of
strangers with rooms walked before
of and such
i forgot of syntax when i touched this knob
though        there was time
    that remembrance    held calloused palms
        strange Komodo dragons
devouring legs up     heads down
        intentions
as they were
        as time is capable of stating   slowly choked down
waiting for another to pour stale coffee
serve dewy lemon poppyseed cakes

ii. meetings before city limits

    strange buttons up to adams apple
coral and silver condescending in optional patterns
    strange hands fidgeting with autumns first afternoon breeze
opening up trackless weather systems in costume

    common excuse upon his lips
he is as the mailman in terms of sincerity
    common fingers innocent pretending wolf
he is as the pumpkin rotting on October 15th

    willowed brows zip up and cycle
touch the neon of her forehead
then dip         dip
clutch tired grinds near first
then stalls upon hit of second

false perforations of

    the skiff is all plastic, bending mattress, in channel port
george slugs port and starboard
    skinny taut bones sinewed with sun, tea, beer
brother borrows lesson from ghosts, manages skiff upon
red right return, red right return
    stones whisper up, seaweed licks long currents round lobster pots
and chokes none

    upon beach island, plato to left, wasps whiskers torture our calves
two dragon fish skulls on opposite sides of the square foot mass
act as catalysts,
rapture soaks of skin full moon asking for blood
George takes home the hoard
he never asks the seriousness of such situations
eyes are enough
galaxies linger there,
pull open seams

wearing little:body scan

2011-08-12T00:57:00.000-04:00

well,
    that’s single A ball

she’d was waving from the periscope
then well
    there is that tolerance sea
and those i have floated
   and carried upon many those that i love

there are some outside the window
and i can not hear them
until i do not listen

its far behind the failing an

angel dusty wild eyed finger of wasps upon the liver
honey grease these gears
quake that fear
which i drink as sarsaparilla hair

i’ve needs pushing        red eared and river eyed
a drop     a thrill a fear
clothes pinched screaming upon August voice twenty year asphalt

coward        opens doorway in echo of
mud
the island has become our fearless         so there you are

i’ve heard of evil at the corner
fading green cool dawn blowing my nose
erasure of recall besides the,             oh lord have upside down
hair hang in my sloth eye knuckle mercy

our chests were veins against soda machines
rats with tear drop illustration eyes
mouthed each other fat
said no sir
fuck that
curse push push bandit lanky
    skinny grunting     legged get that pedigree

scabby i         might slay and return as error
flowers por favor pale utmost
as and for example
spit to right eye
man in helmet acting as if he ever grown
fists cliched semi-automatic

it was a good choice
fever full laughed gamely
carved the carcass of fallen
bad dream
bad dream
horizon obvious asked rightly night
before illustrious career

therefore mouth        of certainly

snapped broken fingers
thus exhale the downplay
watch and watch
tremble seven flights

Particulars of the Hallelujah

2011-08-09T14:54:00.000-04:00

"everyone has a little bit of special needs" - A.V.

structures set their plates
play chess with bobbing heads
roving low, looking for beach glass in palms
of light pupils watching each door
but no, one shouldnt say that
their there they’re just all accomplishments
quick late night vestibules; eggs halved upon deaths stone

as fog     as child beating brush against full cups of tea
as heaven     lighting lightning with brushstrokes of control
as song     shy to temper     blanket to moon
as as and is the foreground
    the moment she dives tastes madness in manicured grass
        football irrigating her synapses
            later when her teeth have fallen
    sown several emperors gardens with phantoms, mosquitos
wished whistles.

north of the sea
    west of three miles
where ghosts turn back
dull pretending to be tire ruts
    her child of tiny daisies, mud     pine scented sock drawers

no authority here
    grain tempered paranoia
there are conversations between us
    eyes with blue half moons shade my confessions
tall tales told to the mountains tarried with calamities

rich blood in february     august a doorstep
sinking anchors into flounder deep heart
ate the last of this levee already dry
no longer
no longer     able
barely a scarf on that cold curved smile

the statues i carved of you with the rest of my king and queen soul. the northeast, where anger always liked my blood a peacock feather leaving half hearted scrabble strong then yield.

always     face half of mouth deep in sand again
    suck it up
        wings are ashes        fists of hell

2011-07-28T01:25:00.000-04:00

worn deep those willow breeze
found myself born under fast picked apple trees
my brother         second     there can be no other way
wore my pride for me in voice
    we speak music as if pianos knew more than tears
(they dont)
we never sold each other for firstborne rights
        good days
            or animal furs soaked in myrrh
we beat each other with black and white televisions
jumping down from oak sea polished bunk beds furious red tide cheeks
ate peanut butter chalky from the silver SYSCO trucks
those dead metaphors as we make lobster bisque on christmas
with credit chips

we ate trees in our garden
planted them from our shit in     w    arwick
    umong the dead toads near the Pawtuxet
i think that was it it had a name
    ships of white burnt masts under lemonade crushed with ice

sister i dont remember you
        besides     you may laugh
    you were a china doll
i could not touch
    or speak to upon the shelf
little brother didnt care he made friends
    i thought my hands fire
so i gave you books i could not dance or read

cousins, what are those ‘ones who look for rumple stilts or Waldo’

ones with 8 bit televisions to stay home feverish because of
    mush mushroom kings and fire and gates that fall away
very easy to stay there

protected by and that was who

end of the day

2011-07-26T23:32:00.002-04:00

awoke morning scent of dried laundry
realized
    hair had been laundered on strawberry blond cycle

clutch the castle a hangover already at midnight
    brother            father stood over a table marble distance
look skin        face a loose pile near such
    cool metal under pre-dawn presents
        veins without pain calculating chug
    chug

palms with pebble holes pump
    this bed, i dream here
        wet dreams with ex and current lovers simultaneous
        nightmares with tugged taut Polly’s lugging around two hands
        dreams    castles with no door knobs
        good witches polishing tree trunks
                licking lips

this bed, i ask father        brother
    what is wrong
        why is my skin on a bath mat
            they turn nightmares
        slow trembles quake shoulders
    dawn a calm onlooker
        pets fathers head sunbeam

brother         am i ill

father         i not real     please stop my starry Gwendolyn eyes


lawn cool worm under toes
        no callous
    turn turn ask why keep me living
        its been years i realize the sun quakes dries soap against conceited silver bastard

father           ask me what i remember of you

    his voice is seeds just planted

father         you of the curly black afro
        skinny taut long limbs
        swinging me round in a brown white afghan
            yes, sack of potatoes
                wrestling wrinkles longer than sum

brother just shrugs shoulders
            I do not ask for my skin

Interjesture

2011-07-25T22:13:00.002-04:00

Could I scrape of whittled idea or so.
kicked down all my old steps
swallow steam shovel full of afterglow.
buzz on humid, buzz on dry, buzz on high
this is the concert where only music crowd surfs
I'm a melted particle in the air
wishing to a day a dozed off too.
a night that went late
freight coming, on a midnight liner
guts expand freely for food that can't expire fast enough
waits that don't last enough
ding dong ditchers, ratted out before dusk
pick my bones, fight my internal organs
Prepare pauses and silences for the slaughter
rouse laughter till our faces hurt
swallow what is great, spill what is grave

hips will

2011-07-25T00:16:00.001-04:00

glean
be bold
open the tongue
show me how taste buds function

punish
be forgive
close together origami
show me how pleasure is pain

breathe
be monster
drink deep that
show a stare, bless that touch

fuck
be bones
on bones on bones
show me circulatory system

maybe then we can eat
beach glass together
swerve on such curves

build that bright

2011-07-24T23:51:00.002-04:00

                cast two stones
        place them slow lighting upon my lovers lips


        hands blisters swing sledgehammers
        tie steel to wood
        drunk off sweat slipping from upper lip
    puta madre gringo
    Colorado crushed upon forearms
    sing silence as dull thud
        thud     thud slows brown of creek
        curtain of ivy states its case with each cut life limb tendril

    I fail flip crooked middle fingers up to quarter after one sun
        tilt seismograph salt stained baseball cap
            open lungs with doubt
                    lift upon toes
        forget to shout

    it is not romantic
        truly how not a gilded violin brass section
    serenading flowers to carpet crushed

    all here in humid     the corners of pelvic to pelvic
skin here pops     hips do move     the creek reverses course
    violence bites     pulls lips looking nonchalant at a purple here
a there a there a i     can not
        get    close    enough to give such beating heart multiple little death

    no illusion is breach-way before ocean
two that hold whole ecosystems
                which one is a full moon upon foxes aflame
    looking for remnants of forests
                                the other looks
and looks
a        nd         looks
        refuses to look away
will not and will burn for pride
        waits for imprints from twilights stepchild bruise
after eggs coffee with coastal dawn

October bottled

2011-07-21T00:51:00.002-04:00

righteous solo brother forgets his name
sister locks loose                      looks me eyes
asks if    where is
was never brighter of thus three

for days names approach
light wet wick candles upon synapses philosopher
sell camel caravan clip
want and want and want willows
beckon breezes
   revel the soil with mellow laughter

most have a devil, demon, angel, saint on twinning shoulders
i’se two liars
one    licks tarry star lidded eyelids
two    has hands tied in cats cradles
       seize limbs seize at and with

kisses limber the shoulders sag
   lift dead metaphors ice and brown to lips
damned legs
       logical gadget
   fresh is    wishes is
legs of a former    missionary

frolick frolick chapter

2011-07-21T00:50:00.002-04:00

kneel once
strangle thesis
fragment envy
your inner thigh blueprint
god’s son in the lightbulb

-4 fates-

2011-07-18T23:22:00.002-04:00

Juniper stems.

wet cream wait
    what is this?        she lies off side
a needle in the house quickly
    butters the bread; relieves the quick

margins

tap wall. tap wall. his turn
encourage, run reason another
            his mother was a window before glass
    a penny half of brick
above fountain tourniquet

one for the bakery

pluck pint glass
tilt head at green paper on warm wood
mumble toward that citizen
sipping from a red straw bloody mary
when they tap glass eyes
shake them in ice
open. I couldn't phone dear
monotonous salutes light menthols
sharpen rusted axes

understatements corrected

summer clacked
smacked thigh
i    i    entered    the memory
    you a docile one two step to bathroom
            won breathe and ran in jagged z’s home
i came again! to the story of the story cross the borderland
    she slides nickels under the threshold
we lay on sides
            sides of father mother
    eyes pair the slits
whispers fiend twilight
                who    she said    who

you said you like pasta

2011-07-18T18:55:00.004-04:00

it was the waking up late

and the dirty feet

it was the lighters everywhere

it was the resin in my front teeth

it was my visions late at night about the numbers

and the government.

they were hypothetical,

honest.

I'm just a chronic babbler.

Was it my glasses?

it was probably because i got a littletoodrunk that time

and demanded that you take me

to the dunes

the dunes, the dunes! from the backseat

or it was how i switched my foot

from side to side

or it was the cigarettes and the setting moon, the rising sun

the wine the songs the reds fading into gold

fading into golds fading into reds

the children all went to their beds

and then the song began again

it hurts to

remember

the time i

decided

to test the waters with linguine.

2011-07-18T17:47:00.007-04:00

to the angels marching through my mind when i am fast asleep,

i'm manic

wild

and my thoughts are running

circles through my eyes

and it's so blinding

i belong to sidewalk, too, and i am staying put

and

you

can walk around me

and i am so high, astounded

that there's music and there's time

that there's a melody

and rhyme

and there's a beat

to which the angels march

when i am fast asleep

nowstalgia

2011-07-18T16:34:00.003-04:00

ashes run from cinder
hands rock on cradles and settle cold december
mature physical motion, holding our excitement for luck or planned days.
Blap! I ran outside , the screen door slamming shut on wing and pray hinges, across the yard I go. Fists and face in the air as slide on by the garage. open mornings, welcome arms , sunnysided and scrambled. Men in the pizza shop all wave cause they know me and even the tattoo parlor patrons part the graveyard tans and polish their posture.
butter brain on toast , get this breakfast easy, skull ordained in coke floats.
dangerous security subsides in the sweetness leaving the sound everyone loves.
queahle! queahle! queahle!
on your friggen heals boys, commissioner Steve Feroli always demanding that hop.
Lotta hop fellas!
not yelling but urging , not ruling but pushing, demanding from a different faculty than speak.
a nature of a work grows concern, but a growers concern is 'the grow'
interviews and applications, formalities, formalities or how I look in formaldehyde.
I'm to busy drinking the punch and given that pop!
ash, cinder and flicker sparks.
a mouth smashed into a thousand thoughts
but smooth ride off a jagged edge is where I start
running on the surface of a brand new yesterday

2011-07-16T01:12:00.000-04:00

flippant touch
disdain me
regulate and dissapate

anniversary song

2011-07-15T11:14:00.000-04:00

hey happy anniversary

i'm so glad we met

i'm thinking in the abstract

and smoking cigarettes

the clock's are all

ahead

in time

by fifteen

minutes

me,

well I'm

cities can be small towns too

three deck houses

people we knew

hey

do you

think of me, too?

i don't think of you.

spinning by

three decker houses

vinyl siding

green and blue

all the siding

green and blue

Spoonful of Twighlight

2011-07-13T17:41:00.003-04:00

charge to high as spires
aspire to inspire, to create
fossil,path to gas
rebel to rejoice
settle scores, finger fours
two seems , to weave a little more
concious chop stix, false facets in chalk scripts
point of fact equates on perpendicular axis
mighty marvel of Atlas
on the back of broken back flips
off chance of questionable actions
stock the cod, pick the bog, head back on yawn
All the dog day summer
nose linger on mint with minute movement for juniper
the mind electrifies in phenomenon

hot coffee

2011-07-12T22:24:00.001-04:00

remember that place
          what a nice goat you have there
here    take my arms it looks hungry

                     could you please fill my coffee
there are hiccups upon these hills
        I am drunk again in this room with missing roof tiles

friends are in trouble whispers into the ceiling
up here the spiders say be careful
and the dead moths don't say much of anything

uncle is waiting to watch late night sport highlights
we eat candy
wait for the Sox score
already we know such an outcome
in the morning my brother comes in the screen
they look like twins

wide rule in the gift economy or John Valentin at game 92

2011-07-12T22:03:00.000-04:00

The horn. The scratch recreates the threshold. Rather than redo. Replicate the cover of impression, bare levels of each indenture. The creative interjects the gift. If fragment is place it is then the gift, soft machine between the gap becoming beat, rhythm, reciprocation remixed to the measure of time as melt around the melted. One single section correlated, a congealed silver reduction that orients itself on basis of realization. Flip each one holding heavy stone. Cascade momentum with no apparent where is one. There is panic in movements a great fear beside the ocean. A circular pattern of rooms mending. Seems to be and endless hallway, but there is no hallway; just the heads of go home. Their mouths square speakers crackling from too much bass. Slow. I do not need hurry. There is nothing left to do but sit under sun, wait for the sea. I touch, release, a hop a skip a jump a shot in the middle you look towards me. Indifferently. I wait for that lack of pulse but someone shoots you. I imagine you laying there a long time. Then silence and silence becomes a glass bottle corked antidote. For a while. The rooms hot small until. Turn knob. Outside it is night and its either jump to sky or go back inside. When I reach the bottom you give me orders. Also some words; but I don’t know what to do with them. We have not met yet. Your shoes are emerald, eyes fireflies, arms steel, sting from breath under water. This is the gift I have for you calloused heels of failed steel toe boots. Unburdened. Untended. One more thing.

En Guarde!

2011-07-12T19:51:00.003-04:00

we were not worried about artificial precipice
we were only concerned with our delightful stupor
pissing, backwards walking down north ave.
a horrible sight indeed.
we snuck up on the guard shack at leisure woods the 55+ community.
hoping to disturb the night guard and the chaplin on their watch
but fools were we to discover a large transformer box and a table and chair , rugs from 91
fools were they for leaving the door unlocked.
we checked it down as a possible sight for our social club.
" you mean a social club for stoners that also donates to charity"
I guess it could have been that simple.
but the guard shack just a detourant.
some big and bad florescents keeping the night crawlers at bay
I love the surprise of unlocked restricted areas
the better lack of a no trespassing sign
it would only envigor my summer reading
the hush and calm of night was rushed off the street by the mornings first commuters
my dogs barking over makers markings
my face falls up on some heady beer and bush
I went 14 mph head first into the local P.D's speed tracker
as fast as I could to a dream far and away from the disappointments and disasters
that tonight will push today.

House of fever

2011-07-11T23:37:00.000-04:00

for Joe Wood

saturated pull window soon close

breathe

tincture of sunlight pause because you need me to

heart a porcelain jar painted holding flush pause

bowls of fingers catch breath rustle soon human no pause slow apertures create then destroy

time built palms valley poreless seeping sap creates a field perhaps an ocean(again)

a wrist forms continents

pointer finger peninsulas blue veins rivers tributaries arteries

living here no eyes can see

just rooms. Gaps betwixt windows

no breath no breath a star stuck slanted in throat no breath no breath hold

no hold no hold hold no

my roots solid the braches are dying

my branches are dying but fruit still they bear

my sky open raptures rifts

Oh sweet is

2011-07-11T23:35:00.002-04:00

Coyotes are not known for regrets

Brother, then as for as was

Us open indentured independence trickling reveals

Syncopated discordance open/close

They which, they which

Otherwise/enough now stream

That vegal nerve curve

The mechanism is/was

Rusted swinging tempo

Heart became mind

This cannot be regulate,

so sweat the cord amphetamines gigolo stutter

that rots

them gots you again if broken if not did the legs

the door

will not open our honeymoon has been sucked on

for weeks, used on dry oatmeal, made sweet margaritas,

they would like legs back

fox not yes

it’s a brick a silly wind whistle go quick lick the lecture

no one knows your voice need not, no need

open so sound is coughing feels that’s all

not like anything

waited beside bathroom mirror scent of lightbulb ceiling and Barbasol

shaved twice ate the cream come corner of lips turn find legs

George, the wave common pry such grace let it foster upon our filament stretch

The salt throws billowing chimneys upon how so once moved

One forgetful of numeracy want the tiger lily

Until the lilac or violet

Run flicker tickertape correlate agitate lift the lands to up and from your chest I feel your nerves whimpering as being for and and and then and and and then you fucking Jerk ass! Wait best results clitter and tatter offer meself the ceiling opens shuts loses legs ramble such to floor. Need no forgetful

It sways creates limbers holding all three tight

Bodies ye need want

Head upon the ice and forgot

Y'ere hee Y'ere hee

2011-07-11T00:20:00.004-04:00

Its hard to avoid signs that point out $2 PBR's
avoid the wildfire of television from 8 12:30
acclimate myself to trapped experiences
America is tied to its guns
I suppose I will militia if necessary
I can hold my wits and avoid buzz of gnats
but bad literature littering the sky for a double cheese burger
and ice and the list goes on
this town needs a hatchet not a scalpel
but I have to drive all the way across town just to get one of the other
out of the three drug stores within a quarter mile of each other and the hardware superstore
Ohhhhhh you must count on madness then. Enjoy the fracture of travel and the cut of route.
sharp objects may be intangible
possibilities may appear imaginary
inaugurate americana and apple sauce
Another round of Boston Lagers Y'ere hee Y'ere hee
suck it King Gorge
crazy jestors of impropriety
rumors jump chasm and mutli crushed atoms
an elated synapse gap
keep foot step run on a horse was William Dawes
and Dr. Samuel Prescott down for the cause--warp
--underground rail road escape on a cool New England fog.
Yere hee Yere hee
while this piece of earth braces for impact

Gifts

2011-07-10T01:52:00.002-04:00

When when man
departures
for his work and escapes himself in the very depth of his cause
he is enveloped
he is over come by the physical truths makings
or perhaps responding to a maker
homemade difibulator, peace-meal pace maker

start
the
heart doo doo
doo doo doo

start
the
heart doo doo
doo doo doo

south shore holding back static
nights beg for music
people beg for acceptance
challenges beg for importance
importance begs for the appreciation of imperfection

tamed beginings
things to be remembered slow
under the glow of over exposure
driven to comprise , equate the world over impact
this could be a gift back