wurd

thus:

11 September, 2011

activate forgotten chimes to tome,
you flagrant extrasauce & plus.

you pluralled foreign infantry & such
a caustic blight upon to touch a skin
to stretch and tan a besting.

and then a ring - a forgotten hollow
thinging of all cylinders and shaped
like tubes - a passage of entreaty


lit, late, and loved

another rat

as unsung pall-bearer bears the burden,
so sits solitary company man.

comfort hangs in place of manned consensus-
gerunded suching even so to speak

a rat.

gnaw to wall and foundation bearing loads,
the tertiary landscape of a mark:

another rat.

having nearly newsome treaty, forlorn

having nearly newsome treaty, forlorn
for the ascot-burning pyre: a longshot
lyre-stringing endeavor.

in heaven - there is no human waste

artsome neutron bombing- heathing
fatuous remarks unbreathed; a sky-ward
hither here-to haps undone and in doing does

a front.

16 August, 2011

in old room and fossil ivy tendrils
dance askanse from western rafters
where a young man once hanged

a hut of neighbored palsy thrust
and throttled chrome rings the thrum
so early in the morning sun
a dead man fertiles others on

and begs us all to differ

22 October, 2010

what do you do when it rains?

what do you do when it rains?
& what do you do when it storms?
do you differ in squall than to drizzle?
& what do you do when the sky cracks in two
& illuminates all for thunder and boom?

what do you do with a sprinkle?
what do you do with a drop?
& what do you do with the buckets,
the cats & the dogs, & where do you keep extra tarps?
and what do you do when it's raining?

do you think of rain dancing? 
you  think of mud streaking?
do you think of stoking the fire & of soup?
do you think of flames & of heat & of hearts
& yesteryear's weatherclouds over us breaking?

do you think like Noah and fear for the flood?
build boats - form arks - prepare for the pairing
& batten down hatches - a last bastioning
for God's will & yr own survival?

or do you think of Zeus when it thunders?
or remember what greek gods might lurk in the mists?
& will you recall the scorning of Hera
the next time the weather gives you wet kisses?

& what do you do in this element?
& how can any of us reciprocate such precipitate?

perhaps you will do as the rain does.
perhaps you will fall from above to the streets-
follow the path that resists you the least.
we might gather in gutters & puddle & pool-
somethings destroyed & others renewed.

do we splash in abandon & make mud not war?
do we dance on the roof & demand that we're heard?
do we sing you to sleep? do we keep you awake?
the patter & pound is of vector & rate.

do we give you ennui? does it give you the chills
for the aches in the bones - a payment for yesterday's bills
& purchases - no longer owned?
or does water-from-sky bring warmth to yr sweater?
& stomping in mud puddles make ya feel better?
is it the far of the fall? the drop of the drop?
when gathered in storm - how else could it stop?

for looking up often leads us to questions,
the whether of weather & wither to do,
ergo so in turn, i turn to the storm & ask:
what does rain do when it's you?

for what do you do in this element?
& how can any of us precipitates reciprocate suchly?

28 September, 2010

falling rise, the spring of fall-

falling rise, the spring of fall-
the fruit it ripes to picking's pluck
& all autumnal harvest hands
uplift to greet you in your seasons.

& in the turning of the leaf &
fore the void of winter's chill,
we fill our barrels, jams to can.
bounties in our sunken pantries,
meat is salted in its larder
& all that's jerked and jellied is for keeping.

& in our sundry stores - all goods as these
are suched for morrow's making,
a laying on all tables
to feast our dark nights thru.

made did an unmaking do

what is done is done
&
what is made is made.
but what's been made can be undone
& undone makings make anew.

& in the doings not undone i've did
& do again, i'll do.
& in the making of undoing I'm
unmade by this making done. 

(& in the whitelight of evening
& darkness of our morns, all may
dare to gaze upon the sun
& stare.)                           
                            
& making done & doing made
& made the did to do again
(and again,)
again, i'll do.

the sin in medicine

the sin in medicine
is a well tongued pill
that throats.             

& all the sweet lacquer's
been had & renders 
powdertang & healingbite.

(soothed in a chemical kiss-
from pharmacist's tipping wrist
to the surgeon's pursed&puckered lips.)

18 September, 2010

the void

the void
at heart
is empty-

no matter
what
it says.

17 September, 2010

i am a hyphen

a bridge. a stile. 
the in-between of things.
i am connect & born to twain.
i am unspoken "and" & of ampersand.
w/o time's devoid of space,
& phrase-as-concept's hard on eyes.
i am nothing but a dash,
a line,
i am the broken word rejoined.
i prelude to the suffix-which-stands-alone.
i am the gift of undecided nomenclature.
i am an awkward sign of equal stance-
of father and of mother both,
or mother and of father.
the primacy of sequence rests on all of you who use me.

in remembrance of remembrance

in remembrance of remembrance
i will raise yesteryear's glasses,
& shed a single kindergarten tear
for each fallen leaf in all my autumns.
 
& i will forever look forward to
one thousand last-friday nights
& each and every weekend breakfast had.

& i cannot wait to see all those i've seen
& those i will not see again
& eagerly expect each sound already heard.

i am waiting for each brush of skin which i have ever touched-
& i'm anticipating one and all that has transpired.
 
& unto all that's been, i will raise yesteryear's glasses. 

(of which there are many)

by skinflush heatrush i
ope pheremonad to the verse
(of which there are many).
 
by hotgush bloodblush you
soup to be the trothe
(of which there are also many).

by lovelush lighttouch we
scattertale on multitudes
& rise up to the one
(of which there are more than many).

& from suchbrush we cull the cutting
& plant into a single earth.

15 September, 2010

in the nightsuit stiched

in the darkness we can
see to never touch
again the sun,
& yet it always
comes to always come.

in the nightsuit stiched
& thimble-threaded unto blood,
we can seem to never get the skin
& yet it always comes
to come when cloth undone. 

 in the godhead we who
seek to speak 
but not today in tongues,
always it comes to us again
in whispered drum.

& in the artless wail
of brokenhearts
in deeds ill-done,
there is a sun,
there is a skin,
there is a drum,
that's yet to come.

03 July, 2010

the taste is next to nothing

the taste is next to nothing
you've yet held on tongue.

we made out on helium.

to register for the exchange
brandished w/ receipt-

thesun&sky take all kinds of balloons.

02 July, 2010

to out sea horizon

to out sea horizon,
sharp coins & win
-ds in blindglint eyes~
reknow the form respiring
the cresting swell,            
              the jetty cut,                                  
the spume of reef             
            & scabbing foam
    (where love's from                
 there:                              
    the holding coast,
       themother&theson,
& the salty gull
all wavering & (in) particular.

29 June, 2010

nonagram one

incessant pining for peanuts:
a product of mis-
directed affection.

eating god for breakfast
sets the days first 
cigarette in a certain light.

monkey is the root
of all evil:
only apes war.

is it past a thought

is it past a thought
to spend pennysense
on grimy dimes?

germing of the $,
waitress daughter
dirty hands back change
from sullied register,

a village gesture-
infect reciprocal 
w/ contagions and gratuity,
in such sick we
enact our modern commerce.

hexagram five

nested for the egg
in crux of bough
begat a hatchling fed

on ma&pa's loving vomit
furthering the molt,
the fledger spreads.

28 June, 2010

to you i am

to you i am
a you & you
to me is too
a you & i
to me's the only
i that i can
only see an i
thru, see?
& unto you an i
to me's a you
so that all me's
that are not i
to you too many
you's for use
when i is less than
one & more than two.
the i's we use
as well as you's,
complexing ever
simple truths .

come, basilisk eye-

come, basilisk eye-
this cold dead bird life
doesnot fly but breeds them.

lunch not near the maggot
& be wary of the worm~

besides, it is less than sanitary.

here: at the chub lip

here: at the chub lip
of consequence -
brimming on the tongue,
an uttered plosive from
butjust & stedded.

so: parceled in our shipping
our mercantile waverings
portend a vasseling
to endless swayings of
all tidings~

hence: wet a finger
to the wind & raise
your white sails!
for guided by stars,
a far off port
is just a door
a(ny)way.

unsung at seams & bare

unsung at seams & bare
of thread in places all
knees & crotch & elbows
alternately jut & unsplay.

a spool to sew,
 needle & thimble
to thumb & finger-fore
from cloth to clothe-

cross-stitched & in
a fit of measurement~
in such-tailored vestment
we address our suitors.

a summer been laden diagram:

a summer been laden diagram:
prepositioned dusky heat
& verbing midst the caves &
hunting infame-
we'd be gods of august
in tense conditional & far
from perfect.
subject verb pronoun
verb article & object,
exclamation!

in stance askance

in stance askance
undained in watchful i's,
a pluraled palsy hush
es over ers of onlook.
& as the twins entwined 
to staff bewing-
ed & serpented a
caduceus do,
so healing comes from
forked tongues
& licks us in the doing.

16 June, 2010

ode to a mazzy star cd

standoverus, hope sandoval!
& lo yr melencholera
on sombre tollings
hithertoo unnaked
in the aster.

moan the lonesome sailor
home at last
from distant nazareth
& nuzzled in yr mutle-throated
offerings to pantheons-

all is mauve & groovy.

by gosh & golly, mercuroids-

    by gosh & golly, mercuroids-
 your pull is full & pluraled.
the swifting wit a catalyst 
 for benders in the archives.

       bookending twin (begun again
& wet a finger to the page
shall turn for all the words
in all the verses               
  of all worlds -               
  
  (for as i & i make ii -            
 our straightening of anything
just so a chance to bend    
       between the poles we pluck the                  
                                      lines & thrum the many from the few,     
    so the many faces in the facets             
                 of the gem. & i w/o ii          
doesn't do.      

alloy there:

alloy there:
nothing against yr holdings
dear, per se & yet as such
the smelting of your baser metals
is not so much conducive 
to the wattage we're to see by.

the parlor & the den demand
 a filament of least resistance,
lest the shadows & the dimlit
ruin eyes for good & nothing.

cast yrself in glass & gasses
filtered thru the aether
for the sconce that is askew
is of a bulb to be rescrewed.
& for all our astigmata,
but for that we would ask
is just a moresome fuller light
in which to see you.

for martyred offerings

lark darts hitheree & to
thru sunlipped yards &
airspace indefinite
to the chagrin of fallen seeds
everywhere- for we are beyond 
well zoned in this & more.

to wing bygone periphery 
in lights of spring &
nary a hawking eye under
which to tremble
on this low noon-

the cooing dove,
the beating thrush,
(atwitter by the caw
of local murders & the
vimming of the jay all
sing of that which
wiggles neath the earth.

as such the grub
& so the worm
& ergo even mole-
all liminal in june.
for these unlikely magi
three blindwisemen
bear no myrrh,
& fixed on stars
for martyred offerings
subsumed as gift to birth.

be well hinged, bivisager!

be well hinged, bivisager!
  mighty oaken doors of winter
set to sentinels & waries.
for when is keeping to not
keeping from? & hung up
on yr frame, in the month
of january-                      
re: minded of our falling backs
& oracles our forward spring~
from such a fixed vantage you
will never fully grasp
the longest day of summer
but for the push & pull 
& dingdongditching of the young.

it is for them we live to turn our phases of the moon

wax stentorian, senator-
for all the orators portend
a newmoons simply spoke
(nee hub
in ray of lunar cyclings.

yet you & i know both
limber werewolves & night
mother witches dancing tween
the shadow & the sea
that spell in intricate
grammars.

so sit back down to earth, figurehead,
it is for them we live to turn our phases of the moon.

07 June, 2010

larst

leans his a fullhead
taller than small men,
brother of the wincing lung
& liver eternal i know him.

a man of infinite
letters arranged just
so then otherwise men do.

the poet lariat whipping into shapes
& all our bright & pretty angles bleed
into oneanother darlingly-
as all the herrings in the
sea don't lift a fingerling to trout in.

he is the dog-ear (i see before me
& he the felt tip to the page.
surfing the fallout
of the rainbow terrible

he is

fin

only to be read again.

31 May, 2010

if eyes wider & we'd see

if eyes wider &                   
                  we'd see from i.r. to u.v.-
           how i'd view you to me                   
     for what stains & what thermal 
                     would fail to zipper lips to private counsel?

   & will the shark                     
                                     - when yr in twopiece
                 electricmuzzle you more beautiful          
                             than i & does the honeybuzz bee detect a nectar
                  sweeter than ambrosial wetting-petal?     
      & what how just does spot nose
                                            upon these hands?
        i understand that birdscan              
               foretell                                                  
                                                     catastrophic happenings.     
                                           i wonder what they'd wing of    
     storms as these.                           
                     

                          phenomena has girth, my octopus                        
            (& lateral horizons                                  
                       so look me in the compound-i                          
           & forever to me talk senses.                  

truth in advertising

you may need   

                                        to take a smaller dosage

if                  

                   you have kidney failure

or                   

                   are taking certain other

 medications.      

sonnet for dinner

it eats me! i eat at you & suck
marrow from yr bones, oh prandia!
let me stay for you & whip a lil' something
up thru pantries (& by scratch.

formal:                                
                  i'll attend yr many courses.
forked diplomacy, yr salad is undressed
(to have it on the side) - napkin on yr lap.
breadbasket, i                                 
pour 
           oil 
                       on yr
   pieces.

fed upon by                                
         fingers & 
                                    utensils,
haveyou for you eating-in?            
                                haveyou eating-out?
an offering~                                  
                  taken in the mouth.    
                                                   you
                                                                            won't let                                
                     me be
done
until               
yr  licked
                       clean.

yet, i am feeling a tad peckish &
there are children starving in africa.

sonnet for lunch

when we first met for you, i was wrapped
in cellophane & it was in the bag.
i fed within your court & did you
know then nothing lasts forever?

no corners cut as a mother's love
                             ( at longlastlost to caffetoriums
everywhere &                      
                         yr old home wrecker,
lady lunch,                                 
                                 serves the foul & the fare.

 & what the crust                              
                                  & how much mustard
                                                                                            must be cut befitting mayo?
hard to will  (our daily swill)  -     
                                   banal as it is in heaven
                       & what to ever sup in this                                           
                                               our incessant doldrum-hour?

oh lunch!                                              
                            when will we discover what we've lost?
                             i need to take you out before yr tossed.

sonnet for breakfast

till when the eggy morn has broke her shell,
as yoke & whites go slithering to pan-
by piggylard we're sizzlin'- frying ways to hell
with the breakfast of intentions as we can.

thus greased - asliced & layed our slab of ham
upon the cutting-board, we render flesh
to feast. transubstantiate the beast - i am
that which i eat & now i dine your death.

& milk bled from the udder - churned to butter
cut & hotknifed - spreads easily for bread.
to table: palms clasped, mouthing words we utter,
piousless & practiced bow our heads.

poor ol' dawn, her rosy palm must cup this daily curse,
& when her fingers red arise, i know which finger greets us first.

truth in advertising

fifteen minutes            
                               can save you!


15%. . .                     



     
                                or less.

23 May, 2010

again that'd be terrible

needle-ssly difficult of more
(fiend) leaves xmarks, exlax~
& godforbid you shivershakesieze
again yr head against all windows.
& i'd hate to see you cheekchomp
blood againmy fingers down yr maw
again w/ whiteeyedrolling till
you come to w/ fight & flight
cuz again that'd be terrible.

i was walking it's morning &

i was walking it's morning &
i wander are you all around in
picket-fence soft places
wholly cul de sacrament
taken in planned community.

& hallowed are your gray still temples open
to all vagabonds & transience
in streetlamp light of tracts as these.

& does he honey-home you
in all the living room you've
borne to mortgage. what the 
cost & who the deed &
how are you on storage?
& does he palm the purchased
egg & does he grind
your beans. & when he
makesitforyouinbed - have you truly
broken fast?
i                                    

was just wandering          
                                 since
i was in the neighborhood
                       and it's morning.

off the record, stop, play

catonine tails got yr tongue
tied rising hightailing it out
of here no evil see
no your enemy, myself & eye
doctors hours by minute-
menstral cramping styles
off the record, stop, play.

even so

even so there is no quibble
over meaning what we say
to mean to one another -
things must be even so

you go first & i will
wait since thats what we're
so good at afterall

even so there is no way 
to one another
under meaning what we mean
to say we say
even so there must be
even so.

a crown of gold

enthroned away tis noble
-se floss addressed w/ english
on the spin.
a crown of gold to cap
a rot in royal absessory~
& from all root attendant
til enameled domo
gnashing at the bit             
       & cut to gum
tonguing loose successors,
toothily grin.

tendrils to the trellace

train yr tendrils to the trellace,
 morningglory - all over yrself     
(fingers in nooks - runners laying cop to crook
in climbing                            
                            walls & clinging at the wire~

& mid the purplethick petal lip&bulbing-
reaching gloriana greets the daylord
(hello, sunshine.

her harness is fit to rein

her harness is fit to rein
& with boot-soles strapped to stirrups
besaddled one might ride - alternately
 gripping fists of mane & saddlehorn

brindled mare acanter
lathers up to stride

(horses always horses.

(horn voiced)

(horn voiced)

my mangy muffin, you think it's   
all or nothing but itsnot for not     
everything that                            
                              falls is worse & aiming
too high can be just as cursed an angel, oh
angle of all that's fangled's strung upon
the star cross and tangled take
one for the pain
take one for the babies


19 May, 2010

rough night of the officer

cptn phlegm-flam's well
in-formed ~putting ears to ground
& whispers w/ the worms,
muffling cough in his hands

(everything is flecked.

& nightcrawlers stir the earth

? --> cycle

windchimes knell to the sixth house of loneliness
& rising signs signify justabit too much
in our ponderous porchorbit.

when mercury's in renegade & venus,
conjunct & sextile, ouijaes
feathers - mind the skies.

not all w/omen come shaped like birds
but some do

(butsomedo

18 May, 2010

specters of spectra

passingthru & bouncing-off
just spinning from the bang-
bang boomwombbomb of forthed
ex-plosions (infra/ulra) on all bands
(so even frequency htz.
even so,
we are all protonic-
specters of spectra
particles & in(waves~

werewolf in a delivery room

what runs at full-
moon but is not
a grunion

what poaches mothers
whist laying in wait
w/ kiddie death buckets

what killed only by silver
 glint of scale & promise
of soft flesh & bones
as alien as anything

(what folly

drive notes at times do

thunk-true bassline carries
over & thru windows
yard & caulk & tho
quiescent are the eyes of horus
-bookends are unrested
& twins of bastet purr
in kindred bloodthirst

drive notes at times do

quantum speech

you are/n't what i'd n/ever im/
possible/d - you'd oft un//touch 
w/such s/kill me i/'m/move

is/n't to your/s cleave/d
won't we

hither the ways, compastronette-

hither the ways, compastronette-
& legend is key - lines are minded
than alive re: present

my geo-positional sister,
forgo the grid & be(come the ink -
be(come the page

the map is the thing(ing
& signage is forever more than is made of

# of ^

find the sum of x,
# of my flesh.
-present to surly integer
suchaswhen 3c@s sank & seven
ochoed nine-
these stigmata are prime as eleven
to the # of ^

lucky numb(er nothing to one

lucky numb(er nothing to one
heretical x countless billions
equals quantified faith:

in defy of skeptic denominates
sits godglorious unity on throne of line.

has always chance already come
to pass & fast approaching zero
is still always never nothing

17 May, 2010

(

hush strungone, cede to palmmeat mut-
ed rhythmstrums  adown-struck to
pouncing tight fingering accord

(

nativesofnativity us(e)

(w)in cant of replicant,
(w)asp & pow of power-aspect
the (w)ack identity-dent of acknowledgment
overtly vert, doubt & do.

disease is & (w)is(e) the ass of reassurance,
forrow row of dissonant son
& bot to bottom we're numb w/ these numbers-

callous nativesofnativity us(e), call us.

hexagram four

-neath branch aldar
placed auspicious - in crysalis
was c@erpillar 

irid & diaphon @ the wing,
tremulousmembraned & cell-
intrepid wings will beat.

roofcock rides the wind

'lo press-sure yr fronting
barrow, measure-maid.

metered of brumal & therm
bonedeep six" under any
worn or standing weathervein

the rooster crows of angles & storm
for roofcock rides the wind.

14 May, 2010

hexagram three

bay lone she camel
humping dunes
a midnight nipple in the sand

brisking particulate lashes
draw strokes thicker than water
in crisping glints

13 May, 2010

hexagram two

hop-springing Vernal,
gone nativity & poaching
southwestern myrrh

knapsack & pachydermus
trunking thrice wisemanned-
gifted we our bearings

hexagram one

yarrow-stalker- use english
on yr tossing, why
don't you, Fortuner.

straw-cross plumber-
irrationalize z-axial forms
unpublished futures.

-aboloste-

-aboloste-

gronch flearily, Polcer.
snod entendron ku Teeples -
phoxiferous & zelphing,

Tol ee sen Tal.

-aboloste-

fixed are our adornments

this sentimental silver braces
on & lodged in places signets
flesh to forged memory.

(what oft begets why~
& silence's daughter din.

could she who smelt as such
have tended ends as this

what word
was spelled in casting
what grammar 
in the etch~
how sensitive
to language
are the anvil & the lathe-

does pounding hammer pulse of shape
ring in you clearly still.
howmaker
truly know what she has wrought.

in skin of what's become,

clampalm vis-a-vis arterial awareness - 
capilary suspect divining immediate

release of hostages.
terms more implied than given, inspector.

though i do ask you follow closewords
lineofquestioning - 
in skin of what's become,
who is any to query motive. 

09 May, 2010

pneumatic heir-compressor

pneumatic-
w/ those motored horses,
y'll have no truck applying
from pressure shaft 
to valve, heir-compressor.

my country, it is of thee

O' life, O' liberty, O' the pursuit~
of thee i sing, for
in my true god & country,
(if my election could, dear candidate-
you would be president.

(thy name i love, rocks&rills-
& i will be the senators in your cabinet
in yr templed hills & woods.

& from your oval office,
let mortal tongues awake for
together we'd make congress.
& w/ our constitution on every mountainside
we, authors of liberty, court supreme.-

(let freedom ring.

from the crow's nest

land ho! & if i
fell from such lofty hights
as this? would you plunge to 
& see me ashore~

& wouldn't i? gasping & beached
be saved.or

i will see you overboard,
in the waters of our lives-
(for we can dive at will
nowthatwe have foundland & our vessel.

twelve to one

twelve to one-

you are&i believe
it teaming & pull the sun.
(as i swim

you are the ram & i- porpoise,
a schooling of neptuna.

i believe&you are
eponymously striking
me as (day-thru & night-thru,
for we are softly steaming.

& to yr hoofing blaze & the arcing skyward pathings,
i will hold you in the seas when you com-
-et to my oceans-or splash-
down in these harbors, i
  always - mission of apollo,
  will catch you on night's reentry. 

you&i are believe
it born of depth & fire,
for midst our rose-red fingers,
tomorrow you will rise from me again~

twelve to one.


in such lanes

've both guttered in 
our alleys of old,
but now enshoed.

& in such lanes
already struck~

(stance
morethanenough i
(decide
have for you to pick-up spare /
in our current frame-
(backswing
in rhythm - line's approached -
(let fly & release

whilst trolling

embark & laynet widesetting
o'er transable distances
& the wait of tons projected-

we can to catch such fish
(whilst trolling.

slicebelly cut,degut to lean,
strip tail-spine&head:
not so much a sign of christ
as offal by the book-
he died for these tins.

(whilst trolling,
we can to catch such fish~

08 May, 2010

my bark is worse

apocalypse of mentholated diarrhea-
eucalyptus spring-eternal 
pissing seed & cone
& hotshit spicey leaf,

control yr bladder!
oh, you mighty incontinent & besotted arbor~

who do you think you are?

(& although i piss on yr leg,
please don't go on my lawn.

in testament

to talk w/ you's confession
(& of prayer)

to speak of is a catechism-
& genuflected
to yr mass i am sermoned.

& in you i take communion
(the body & the blood 
upon my psalms,
i cross myself to the book. 
& on my knees in hymn to you-

i am reborn, lover.

night vision

late visitor ~ O' haunter
of the house of me
(tho you are welcome & i invite you in
so vivid you are almost real.

mad-laughter & low-moanings
echo in this vaulted room.
& you just shake those chains you wear
when all i want, ghostling, is to hold you.

(unlocked,
the key is to not be scared
& to forget that you are not here
in body as you are in spirit.

but i beg you - be careful, specter ~
for i know where your bones lay
& for them to hold against my own,
i am both above & not.

life is a beach

in tidepools, south of the estuary,
silt deposits give to what juts-
&-cups in rough cradles
of anemone-flowers & mussel-beds.

shoaled - wetfoot & undersun,
(w/ crustacea & conch to the kelp,
we are humble in the wash~
treading careful.

& in wading for what may not be already found,
 life abounds.

a sub-directive

(*neckpinch*)
i'm giving her all she's got, cptn.
she can't take much more.
(she's breaking up!    

federation lady, avert thine headlights
(set to stunner
for your beam ups me.

(& before all red-shirts go to planet and die,
thru impulse and maximum warp
to let us boldly go 
& where know-one has gone be,
 for some sweet live long & prosper -

lady bootleather/downfeather

lady bootleather, sit awhile
on whiteleather couched evenings
in this spring of our summer.

lady downfeather, lay away
by lamplight nested & wet-feathered
in these eyes of our hearts.

on open-house heart bender

on open-house heart bender -
twist girdles & unhinging
wrench rebar to the jambs.

deep intake fully & wide
(to eddy & draught
& member to (re-member
let room to breathe.
(lungs fuller vista-

for to prospect on lovestar
from our scattered patios
& w/ vantaged porch-constellates
we birth vectors - perspective(')s
(learned anew
& nothing but scent & see~

host it suchly, realtor.

04 May, 2010

traveler's dilemma

i have the map but can't make out these lines.

that is clearly scrub-land, whereas over here this must be forest,

& those have to be houses or buildings -

the purple one is probably an inn. . .

but what do you make of this? what is it or are they?

a river? a waterway?

could those be ports?

are these roads of some kind?

a wall or barrier perhaps -

whoever made this could've made things more obvious.

power-shorts / (dusk walker

power-shorts mottle &                                           
                   squig (dusk walker, -
stroll out purposeful stridencies                       
                             nigh-unrespectable yet 
 constitutional:               
                       he jams.

03 May, 2010

my stegothesaurus

my stegothesaurus is so
knifelike cutting: - aciculate
briery, cuspate,
honedhorned jagged keen-
-edged needle-pointed & ground fine, 
peaked-pointed prickly-pronged
razor-sharp salient;
serratedspikyspinystinging
tapered- thorny- tined
unblunt & whetted
  >   to                the             touch.  <

(her day is soon breaking)

recant yr cupping, tumble-blossom 
~ spring breezes baby-breath
for in may, flowers

& olive from the soil & root
is proof of fruit on earth

& thou shall not go hungry
nor unbeautiful in
suchlush gardens,
petal.

(be(e) here,
pollen-full & at last
tumble-blossom, recant yr cupping~

(her day is soon breaking.)

sad nacho

cheesing couch-pigeon
cheddars illegal tender
melt topical maps
in hubris.

a heretic,
dam jack-sluicer
irrigational ~ aducting
to apline account:

grate expectation.

by stork-

by stork-
mortaled maculate
& albatrossed
to these aerial planes,

so :
w/ such terrible touching
-downs,
that suffering is runway
oft aborted.

*laughter*

plussed grinning from here
to here ~                                                 
                                           i squawk 'n cawcackle
(heh
laughing tooth leerily -    
      (heh heh,

you prolly had to be there.

heroes welcome

jitzy, hobo of pogo),
 gallomphed his shit-kickers
in hq's iconic antechamber.

kid mutton boyed the screens)
accompliced as always w/ boniface
- smarmy wet-plasma cannon.

maske.r.a. vanked her thrice-blessed crimson sash) as
corporal pants by own admission: "thoroughly pizzled."

no one that day was saved.

02 May, 2010

am candelabra

well    -  sconced      to       pallor   ~  inflammable
(in shadow) enshelved,
we sit
above wainscot 
& vantaged on mantle
         (in shadow)                          (am candelabra.)       

neighbors' deal

detuned subterfugal,
a slyly rumble
to hit what jitters.

smirkin of unshame

plays to victim victor,
& all goes spoiled
when unrecent plucks.

the prime number of primary colors

the prime number of primary colors
is 3:
r-g-b

naughty cholesterol

0
"eat the egg," it s's,
0
"you know you'd love to-"
0
- naughty cholesterol, -
0
naughty.

my uncommon wordling

my uncommon wordling,
you hot yiddish slang-

(just to speak on the lips)

& w/ plosives & sibilance~
in you i am fluent.

bird of a poem

"bird on the couch
beats two in a bush,
but one on la bouche
is besting."

} pecking in such avian tendencies {
 when gosling goes to goose
} migrate thusly {

}~{

cumquat / loquat

"ah, cumquat" sd i & the eye
that eye gave her sd, "whoa,
loquat - you feed me."

eattheskin & spit 
wet pits into my hand.

to the mothers

to the mothers i have met
along the way from then til now,

i would like to make you dinner.

ope, fledge - for

ope, fledge - for
you are over down, now
proud-feathered tail & pin.

perched nestly:            
& from there to ground 


                           is a lifetime.

01 May, 2010

a farmer's almenac hymnal

go forth high yield
in fields of probability:
& let us what's possible
twine to bind
in the sowing-

(once germinated
& grow toward sun)
-we plant.

dr. peptic

foreign antibody reject
adverse interior.
(hicc-
brightlight white-cell entreaty
sposed antidoting on
what is prolly curative.
 -up)
& utterly proachable 
mannered bedside.

mollusks we

eight arms am eye
complex us in focus,
mutable
~cranny, hue & span.

flux mussel flex-jet~
symmetric 
the pearl is your oyster,
& we swim in oceans.

29 April, 2010

under the mask

poulticed in adam's clay,
a porous slab-offering -
always~sutured umbilical & rib
(& eve is the rib
& able the scab
as cain the scar
(& eve is forever the rib
& chesting heart),

we bear this mud to face it. 

w/ hackles & vigor

bristled goose pimps
arise in pluraled infantries:

"over the top, boys- for god
& sweetsacred country."

& this is how able
men-in-arms die young~

w/ hackles &
vigor brimming.

ode to a neighborhood gas-powered scooter operator

hey asswipe,
get a bike.

solemn eerily

in lumens elongate
midst winds uneasy & 
fronds in high places-
dislodge yard scarred in fists of palm

as mad dove coos relentless
& solemn eerily lit's
this late in day.

spf godblock

acolytes of the sun once
 chosen ones of Ra 
now daughters of topical cancerous lesions

what have you done
to save your skin

23 April, 2010

we brachiate

                            cocksure and fancy
                                                           free we swing arboreal 
& boughing.                         we brachiate-

                                                      -to no place
& everywhere
                          in particular         jungles~

(when canopy         is second sky
  (where we are closer
                                                             (to our gods 
                                                                      (in heavens

eros of erosion

by mortar & pestle
we gristle to the grindstone -
& what it is          is          what it wasn't.

so the eros of erosion:
convex & concave

sweet is the just bit

when the fruit of consequence
hangs heavy on the vine,
pluck up your pluck, dear -
 & shine to polish rubbed against your cotton.

for always sweet is the just bit,
& first-incisor tongues to molar
(as is natch.

 heretofore an irish peach,
a palm of red delicious - 
but never yet a ripened lubsk queen of porcelain skin,
harvested
& sequined on the chin.

18 April, 2010

fists of root

when the ghost
is in the guesthouse 
& the visitor of excess
transes mirth to bacchus~
the revelers who worship spirit
answer their own dark prayers

& not the demon rumble 
nor a rebel cry of 'sic'
shall flap this chimney crow

when just as well
is just well pretended
& succulents uproot the stone-toad
& squirrels nibblegnaw upon the skull

-then is when the fists of root
rise clenched in common cause

17 April, 2010

why don't we do it in the past

why don't we do it 
in the past?
no one will be 
watching us why? don't 
we do it in the pas-
-t

kosher nights

stainhooved & 
prescient i clopmark nocturnal
in hallways of dream

 splain-foot~
i find my hunger open & w i d e
traversed to mind's eye