Gone Six Weeks

Scary contrarian computing machine marred
Cups language, deaf-eared, enduring the raw pith of the sound of six weeks of knitting bones

A two-foot oak shiplap deviating a sphenoid suture
Blood shower, fingered eye, unflinching workaday routine
of craters where a nose was

Most of body’s bones are in the head

The fossil frame left for dead

Spurs in the ribs

Shout “heel!” to the hounds
The hunter spurned by conversations glib
Come enough to go around

Southern Belle


Dealmaker between angel and animal
Magical used car salesman
Brushing the hair out of eyes
Touching with the hum of pink light
Soft arm comforts Zelda Sayre’s sister
Ignoring her handmaiden who is sure a race is on
Feeling arrows from emir’s disowned daughter
By way of a bronx weasel
Letting darts fly into my back
While Jack pushes them one-way tang barbs painless through my sternum
Breastplate ikebana
Sister Zelda cautiously fixes me up with shipwrecks of astonishing beauty

All this because she saw the back of the front first
She waits for the torch to flash flicker and snuff out

Crushed velvet leprechaun legs
Equal parts little girl/fertility fetish
To think of her
Dreaming of Mother Water smiling as she hears the prayer goes up
Real secrets read with a scalpel

One Month

Looking out over the spider staging knowing it would be a tribulation
Solitary antagonism
Tests of grit
Vows of poverty annulled for reasonable comfort
Landscapes of trespasses committed to memory
Shacking up yields dharma
Tumbling for a month in a hotel in Chinatown with her
Gymnastics and forward California rolls on a
shrieking bedframe that romanticizes the whole episode
where none existed for her
Just a tender trap
A beautiful ruse
A cunt con

Here the month is over and outlandish
Needs rapidly mended house and all ashram
Luthier fruit possibles
You walk way down Pike with a red bag over your shoulder
Thinking about sets of things
Quenching to fulfill maximum service obliterating petty squabbles
Being the man they all emulate without premeditation
Heart flow


Pigeons

The juice machine whirrs in the background
Feral cats luring winged vermin to dinner
Fiber versus protein
A vegan removes a clot of edible underwear from the crack of her ass
A cowboy Quells a crotchety crab uprising and tucks in the tail of his beef jerkin
The death of a cockroach brings a venomous green reproach

How does the grazer forgive agribusiness?
With aggro zeal?

The sharp-tooth ponders a fodder-fed meal

Intolerant squabbling ensues
Primate research center arson
Bureau of Land Management subsidies to mad cow meatheads

Oblivious Omnivores

Loose cannons of the laws of nature came to the
table unable to provide
There is such a thing as an absolute vivisectionist
especially under the urban divide
Cracked corn too plain for tough doves
Preferring to dine upon donuts pecker spectres
At the feast upon tough love

Jaded Jainists turn a deaf ear to pigeons slaughtered
by Boots the Cat
Birds bitter end fraught with fear

Bali @ Bali@ foe riled
Itemized intake in regards integrated inner city child
Looka he Looka he note shy

The fabric of culture torn ragged
Why are our teeth jagged? Try that with an ordinary Ginsu
Pie are round
Molar invincible

Tall Urns

There must be care dealing with people
Here in this city in this neighborhood in this shop

I was once told by a sage woman;
“One never knows…whom one will meet”

That alienation is a dialogue
both parties engage in

I thought it were a crime to tell it that way there was no stretching it
Witnessing the cruelty firsthand I came to understand
what those inhuman cities miles from here were
doing to this emerald enclave

The dissatisfied freak mutant’s stench wafted from their toxic pupae
The maggots which licked putrefying meat could be heard slithering
under their skin

The fresh newness of hometown was threatened by
Infidels of nether megalopolisii

In my prayer

I quarantine these angry ersatz entities
sequestering them to their original purgatories:

Cities with two names:
East Lansing
Los Angeles
San Francisco

Or contrarian

To absorb their rotting souls into Utopia
Remodel their base animal angularities
into luminescent green spheres

Enlightening them of the way of This Village
Yoke

I worked last night
Like the old days less vinho porto
Turned up the bass on Bowie
Manic with a tamborine
Stretching the designer curtains a beautiful
linen with an atrocious print I had appropriated moments before I was handcuffed searched and interrogated in the grad students lounge in CMU

Stormtroopers all in the wake of owl coyote

The linen was fine strong and blonde
The painting was a commission
The worst kind
A portrait of Emmett Kelly

For real

Try as I might I was incapable of refusing this commission
You should see this woman
Olive skin green eyes just a doll that was her name
Dolly no joke
Later that same day I saw you talking to some girl with red hair who took one look at the way we looked at each other and bid you a hug goodbye
I guess it was obvious the sparks between us
I waited calmly for you to let her go and
I realized you were devastated to see me
You felt all the passion all at once
You felt all the tantra
You felt all the yama
Right in your chest where a heart should be
You deny you have one anymore like
You ascended past one

I wanted to die seeing you writhe
I wanted to kiss you stroke your jet hair

Whisper all better now but
The pain shouted me down
down the street
hasta

Studio Handbill

Ironsides monitor merry macabre joy
Civil worship of minute libraries
Our saint sent abroad wayfaring wicked
What evil darkness kept the light of
Atman in obeisance?
What could possibly undermine altruism but
Naked desperate materialism?

A domino effect of street survival
The ultimate price punished in a
Fit of crime
Lusting for equality lost through attrition

I saw a seed flying/a red flyer
Still thrilled to be terrified
Craving killed/the way clarified
Clearer anyway as I look at your note
So fancy and unique
a piece of you to show the world
I cannot add anything to you by
Burrowing back into your gig

Fly you
Like that dragon

Some kind of queen bee in Florence
Oregon not Italy

Beautiful
So beautiful I feel crushed by it

Drama Fromaga

I tried on these costumes today raiments of vacuum fluctuations
Designer metaphysics

She crossed her calves like chopsticks
At the temple they swore at my medieval pantaloons
William reminded himself of William
Shakespeare’s festival crash landed o’er Ashland OR
Organic dialectics panic epileptics with a yellow strobe
Russmeyer’s covered the globe
Penned into an aerie penitentiary wary of the blunt trauma victim
Reaffirming her infirmed information
The wrong half of a role model
Huts made of wattle and daub
Blow your house down

Public City

I am a curio conversation piece
I am the artifice potentate
I am the flavor-of-the-week elect
I am in a firefight of dollar signs
I am treading water no sweat
Treading sweat
I am wondering who really gets it
I am the luckiest boy in the world
I am waiting and loving to wait

Because when it happens what can be done?

The last commission waits to be ground
All of a sudden there is peace
More each day
Longer each time

I think there are a few who get it
He is making a star of me bless him
I want to be a star

How does one descend that promontory?
High enough to be seen by my great-grandchildren
Just that high

The Mix

Exhausted yet somehow persistent
Incapacitated while emotionally insistent
Black months without your friendship giftwrapped as lechery
Loathing couplehood withdrawal
Nerves immersed in battery acid

She is carefully casual it occurs

They would like the other’s style although
They meet at a common sense despite
They have diametric origins yet

One
A woman of the seashore

One
A woman of the desert

Both financially empowered to the point of making Croesus specious

How long before she changes?
Becomes the other

I wonder until weary deprivation and fleeting calm
Depravity of night’s lust embalmed
The highway broken love unspoken

Spiderwoman

Just riding down a hill on a dirt road through cones
Some kind of construction zone
I figure the Freightliner behind me will wait
Hit his Jake brake but
A nudge from behind an impact
On the back of my head lucky I’m not dead
Somehow I maintain control of the beast of course
I’m outraged that I’ve just about been run down
The semi-truck eases by as I watch it go with angry incredulity
The road transforms into 2nd North down by Denny
I rush up to the flagger and tell them that truck pulling out hit me
The safety crew scrambles to bring the trucker back to face his crime
I glory in the banderanos efforts to make reparation of hit-and-run
I wait for justice
A semi rolls down Denny not the truck
Here comes the perpetrator backing four trailers to Elliott
I have an epiphany I’m going to be silenced permanently
The Banderanos are in on it with the trucker
I’m gone
Up Denny toward 1st
There a cop with a reflective vest is hunched over a barrel
Relieved to see a cop I plot my script so as not to alarm
I tell the cop a woman I’ve just been struck by a semi
She’s calm and pulls out the weirdest brass knuckles I’ve ever seen
They look like the egg case of a skate the fish not the board
An egg case and a spider knuckles
She so smooth I know she’ll keep me safe
Warm and safe

Ambience

In the future potatoes are worth their weight in gold
Semi-trucks are escorted two front two rear motorcycle security
This time the trailer door is open two bikes parked behind
Shotgun pulls a concealed cyber gun pushing through potato wrappings aside
Looking for bandits peeking into the cab we find them zombies
The wasted one Daniel walking dead takes two shots through the top of his head
Exits the cab Shotgun changes caliber and blows the right side of Daniel’s head off
The undead are scrambling for smoke pumps
Little oilers with bacteriological smoke puffing from the long spouts
Tables have turned now Shotgun runs I get the hint a huge meadow escape
I shoot Daniel several more times no avail in his mouth his left inside cheek
is a brass riveted prosthetic white phenolic resin
I scramble holding my breath downwind smoke
I see Shotgun seek refuge in a sanitarium big wicker wheelchair
on the plantation porch
Daniel pursueth unrelenting
Swale and berm perturb the green carpet punctuated with dainty daisies
A to-go window clatters swallowing the oilcan wrested from Daniel dead paw
A folly and jeu de paume lily pond hanging gardens of Babylon
Stairstep down a freakish flight into alma mater and déjà vu
She turns her wide hips olive skin
The trained seal blinks black eyes slow
A pig in a poke
Prodded with a tiny paper cut triangle

Bookends

She sits with me sipping comfrey in the Tea Pot waypoint café
She moved slow and sure with sweating haunches to steal my DNA
Now she perfects restraint brick by figurative brick
Walling off horrifying passion
Edifying her studio simultaneously
Wind blows sun shines
I am still charged with her dharma
I can feel her hiding not to protect me from her lover
but to protect herself from an intoxicating witness she bore
sharing a delicate finger of ambrosia

I wait out the squall of solitude

Form of Hall

Unimaginable impediments to sweat
Locked out of log on the machine midget
Your little triangle peeled to slip
Sad shrubs beauty bark scarce
Come morning mumbles about grumbling bellies
Aching to Everett Monroe the lodger vagabond
Pulling trolleys roughly into focus in my mind
Possible
Assimilation
S/B pulling trolleys into rough focus with my mind
Derision disbelief after altered time
Two threes unable to table consensus
Youth and hubris dared senseless
Georgian funeral home bullied Edinborough
Tax-exempt cigarettes rolled from pages of Thoreau
Head down through the coop through hens-a-laying
With a tone generator playing
Saddlebags full of pearls
Feel the pull of the world
Bless you

Traffic

I’m so scrupulously concerned with leading the iconoclasts life
I prop up daily routine and peak experience alike with grandilocution and glossolalia
Complexites created to create intrigued supposition flailing
My inferences are bush league suppositories
Pipe dreams while smoking morning glory seeds
Baking cookies and mowing lawns
Faking nookie and glowing mons
A room like a brick blocked hat
Pacing passionate at her penthouse flat
This is your sandbox these are your toys
She pumps me for gossip morsels
I pump her for sauces/sorcery
Ventilated shark ribs red venetian shades
Sentimental fibs concretion excuses made

The storm blows a gargoyle loose
Wind snapped wires blowing fuses
I alight at a leg angled thirty degrees
Calling with crickets in her sleep

A Name for You

She moved me off the chessboard and punched the clock to freeze her play
Her hand remains on me I am a piece and abide by the rules of the game
Beckett beckons struck weary of all the cerebral efforts
My life as an ebony or ivory fetish worried within the grip of her fancy
How tolerable yet sophomoric this segregation
this catalyzed synthesis of two men incomplicit of her vulnerable reveries
Brought to our knees by our ignorance of our hearts set free
We acknowledge her subtle efforts to ensnare our own selfish desires
But the younger man is headstrong and incautious with his declarations and confessions
He surmises her magic is weak thus sealing the fate of both men
Her hallmark is that of learned refinement
She will chant spells
Wiles of preternaturality will be honed and hewn until both men succumb to the will of her
She will perfect her craft which is a keen sense of contradiction
The dupes feeling comeraderie for the shared foe and what must be hatred of each other
as competitors
She is the house both visit
She is the sergeant-at-arms of their garrison
Soldiers living out of backpacks and flimsy bivouacs
Filmy shacks of jealous tact dissolving like sugarcubes of caustic lye
Lies melting in a puddle of bleeding hearts and dizzy ears
The child support in arrears
The men write warrior poetry to take the other man’s life away from her opulent attentions
The men write odes to the future to save their sweaty necks from hara-kiri
From the swirling infinite spiral of solitary descension
Their fate sealed sensuously baited with frustrating self-hatred
She is worth every maddening humiliation gladly endured
Each day a disturbed discotheque of stifled rage bottled machismo and greedy
subjugation for her paragon of the second chakra
The pretense overt yields the desired behavior even though they are hip to the ruse
Yet the knowledge isn’t enough to dirt nap the grasping
The monk stumbles upon a bizarre cognitive warp in the path of joyous fate
Oddly needy of her humane state
Resorting to granting her wish contorted pandering fiscal fish out of water
A duck quacks a junkie cracks A ho hustles money from muscle
A story book life gone out of print A television with busted contrast/tint
A load of malarkey said stark naked A bed of embarkation to get laid
A bargain begged to allay fears of being left behind
I don’t believe a word of it I bet my life on every word of it
You spin me don’t you dare tell me those words

Wheat/Chaff

California rambler circa 1970
Actual flashburn in Super 8 hijinx
Fade in from peachy orange grove
You swung a leg sinful soft over my back
You tried to pull it back coy as if the cloud light limb could have harmed duckling down
I quick like held it
Telling you how it consoled me
Fade out to a rambler rec room expansive
An occaisional chair channeled to the wall
Danish design on a white wool berber
A flunkie posse held hostage by Bobo
Bobo waved a pistol toward the cliff toward the bay window with a fountain outside
I began a meditation
Standing forward bend
Attempted headstand one hand my left wouldn’t cooperate
Staying headstand two instead
Bobo waved his gun and kicked me over over and over and over
Flunkie posse become mutinous
Back-talking bravado put down pistol-whip
Gorge rising even-minded stray thought
Hyperspace, swan song
Bobo so long

Bernoulli

Your time is all
You should remember grace
Because I forget
A constant state of pressure
Unrelenting fugitive flight
The torrent never flags
All a time kapow pow pow
War drums
This old world is all a time go go go
Your limbic is a bitch
Keeps asking you for smack
Sugar
or Sex
Shut the monkey in the lunchbox

Siamese Triplet

Worldly oblivious the eyelid interior
Woefully naïve
Wan
In disbelief
A strange turn this bliss has taken
A respite of being forsaken
It has been six weeks of travail
The time it takes a bone to heal
You build a studio the gods can feel
I imagine to move there unburdening gifts at altar
Moving silently over boards the color of dried blood
Beg your forgiveness
Where is my opportunity to give?
You make my habits bunch up in congestion
Put my motives in question
Each second is connected to you
To each component memory restitution will be years hence
Before we stumbled upon each other’s thin waists and gold-rimmed eyes for each other
Before you contracted me to kill your love of him
Before all witnesses were liquidated
I didn’t die
I’m only wounded
I chewed off the leg caught in the trap sprung
Wandered down to the lake and found a bag full of stolen cameras
Now I’m looking for a sack of lens caps

Bleach Impediment

Wonderful
She seems thoughtful
She seems engaged in introspection
A wonderful woman
Quite young
Very teutonic
Pretty
Blonde
No dearth of paint on her face
Met him for some kind of an interview
She spoke at length with him
Using her voice of strength with him
An adorable lisp back of it
A job she was interviewing for a job
The clouds had cleared outside
The wind was blowing the maple trees
The maple trees along East Olive
She held him engaged with a laugh
If it was up to me
she’s hired
She’s even careful not to gesture too much
She’s hired for sure
that little lisp

Retribution

So very unattached
Moved by your silence

What’s up with that

You found out what it’s like to be me
You found it lonely at the top and cold on the bottom
The way it is for me

Intangible/Unfair
Permanent and empathic noise over dead air

Still and yet fires for the women

Inscribed in burning banned novels
Acid vibes course through a café fans pendant wobble
Signal generator from grannie to annie

What was written obliterated
Obliterated
Bitter literature

Your scowl and pursed brows
Dusty musty marriage vows
Tether ball rope frayed loose
Eyes cower powerless
Afraid of the noose

Pursued to the bitter end
Your escape
Unable to fit the trend

Shaky

Running out of rent
Urgent near spent
I didn’t make the most of scouting
Lord help me land on this hill
I ask every day to decipher what you want from me
Is that enough?
Do I labor true to the path?
Where do I need to persist?
Show me
Is it sufficient to resist?
Give strength
I will use your infinite resources to help my fellow person evolve
Feel this
I will stay grounded
I am upright radiating from Gaia’s core
Evanescent boundless with cosmic eternal
Every wave of healing restlessness
Integral with theta and calm bliss
Nature waits with patient resolve to restore life and death alternately

Witness Box

A dog chases away the tramps rushing the coach
A screamer implores a voice to hold fast in that world
The coach pulls up near the palace of the people
It is apparent the ball has begun
Wreaths of yew and other flowers ceremonially hung
The duchesses autumn masquerade is a success
Her bed is scheduled well into spring
This night men have dueled and died for her
She has led them with a beaconous torch stumbling drunk on her charms
Into a cave with no exit
One pilgrim has a stray memory of leaving a kettle on the fire in his cottage
Just enough of a distraction from the duchesses hypnotic march of crushed will
That the pilgrim sees his mistake
He pauses at the cave entrance breaks out of the column and returns to his rabbit stew
His insignificant departure relatively unnoticed by the miles long queue of suitors
As the pilgrim plods his way to the rising scent of bunny broth
He is overtaken by constables who seize upon him
Trundled away in a windowless carriage with a man also falsely accused
When blinding light reveals the gallows and the other man the pilgrim resolves his fate
As the men are arraigned the pilgrim pulls out a length of hidden chain
Swinging it with mortal fury he kills the accusers enabling his fellow accused escape
Years later a pale figure receives the son of a fugitive debtor
Held prisoner in an attic decades the pilgrim had become accomplished in all the fine arts
The son bids his thanks
The pilgrim paints another portrait of the grisly scene of his imprisonment
The fugitive sips stew in a warm cottage while the rain drums on a windowsill

Cellulose

I was being introduced to the spiritual practitioner in the confines of a 78 Plymouth Volare
My friend couldn’t for the life of him understand the idiocy of this happenstance
The preistess was thought to be clairvoyant and telekinetic
She just looked corpulent and perspired copiously
A sample of her powers on my friend the she-swami put her fingertips to his temples
He flopped forward he climbed into the seat next to his against his will
A galvanometer recorded the event
A restless beta wave surged back through the circuit
Causing the woman to turn to vapor and disintegrate
Researchers witnessing the horrifying moment scratched yellow paper
and coiled up the disconnected leads of the galvanometer
The data was conclusive
In all the studies yet conducted
Terrible circumstances ensued
Spontaneous implosions or worse
One post-mortem on a telekinetic uncovered a stool the size of a presto log
In the large intestine of one of the test subjects
I patiently waited for the head researcher to give his cold address of the experiment
In profile I watched his stubble undulate as he formed the words
His ideology was going to make metaphysics ridiculous
Make magic impossible
I wept

Florescent Period

I was sweating but triumphant confident and reassuring from my arduous posture
Bisqueware sung under the callouses of my feet
Two sages ran ahead on the pilgrim’s path to a wind-swept hill on an equatorial island
Greenware stained my hands
A kind gesture as if to help the white-haired woman continue her pace up the track
Henna painted on my wrists below the twin planets of lust and greed yelled angrily to resist
The village swam below in concentric ripples of mounds of harvested rice
I summited first and analyzed the towers’ features ordinating an ascent which I began hastily
The sages made the climb many times before and I knew they were calculating my decisions
I knew when they had reached my position I was indecisive
That they had made the right decision the first climb around
The white-haired woman became obstreperous with impatience
I was growing more catatonic by the time I had reached the peak of the shrine
A massive capital of the Tathagata’s head in jet marble worn smooth from traffic of devotees
I had no hold forced to stand facing the head and surmise the moral of this trek
The sages chided me and then with a shocking display of superhuman strength and spite
The white-haired one levered the head off of the three-hundred foot tower plummeting it
languidly to the basalt below
I stood awestruck at the top of the decapitated porcelain scaffold
Catatonic at the assasination of the Buddha’s likeness
Wedded to my terror of a murderous descent
I chose to follow the sages rather than lead feebly and mimicked their sure manipulations
Each hold had been transformed into the japanese symbols for a kendo sword
Placed at intervals so awkward for a man of my frame
The only solution was to use every conceivable mode of employ to gymnast lower and low
Until the final hold necessitated a trapeze gimmick inverted backbend
Where I was forced to face death
I summoned the energy that had served me when I was locked in pitched battle with Mara
Flipped backward and lighted down with a scream of survival
I opened the massive doors carved out of a dozen huge lignum vitae trunks
And took my place at the feast
The sages made no acknowledgement of my accomplishment
Knowing none was necessary

Speck of Ground Apples

Byzantine logic felt so right for me this week
Predictably since I’d not touched a painting for a month
OK so I sketched last week
Some flowers
Byzantine wisdom fit a dwindling inventory
It doesn’t matter who made it
It doesn’t matter what the subject is
It doesn’t matter in the final Byzantine analysis what the damn thing looks like
It doesn’t matter what the painting says
Here the logic takes a left
It’s all about using a painting to quiet the mind so that one can hear the voice of god

Coincidentally she has a resentment with the word byzantine
A bistro with the word byzantine in the title had swindled her
She’d struck a deal to paint a window at the bistro the management had cheaped out on her
Which is so fitting it just about makes me dizzy
Scholars of the period say no artist was ever credited for any Byzantine painting
See how things cycle up and down?

She’s cycling up for a new scene with lusty vortices swinging out from her
in intoxicated lines of boys qeued up for another winter’s wonderland gangbang
Who can blame them?
She’s still got the body of a 40-year old
Through the diffraction of a 40-ouncer
She’s insane in bed
and everywhere else
She’s embedded in sainthood
She’s aware of herself

Week before
She tells me as I’m fucking her on this lipstick red futon I just hauled out of a dumpster
That she must not be as good a fuck as the yoga girl
I say no
She’s soft
And she knows who I really am
The end of her rare nurturing cycle
Once a year
I’m the luckiest slob in the universe
She finds me when she wants that nest
I’m blessed

Lay By

Down in the moldy mildew of Aberdeen
Walking the same shoulders the blue-eyed perforate wandered
Me and my own flesh-and-blood blue-eyed towhead searching for St. Anthony
Our axes stacked on a wagon of people
We swayed in a cadre of composers capes billowing
The wagon rolled away to our oblivion
When it was about to crest the hill and slip out of view
My fellow fretted we had neglected our commission
It dawned on our happy minds we must alert the waggoneer of our plight
We watched as the wagon circled back
We reunited at the circus ground
A conductor explained a waltz
While ropes and pulleys enabled Icarus to burn an Immelman turn
Pancake break-up Pez head harlequin
Validation for the years of academia
Integrity anemia

Cutlass

Captors kept a hot room to wilt my outstretched arms unmolested
Attached to a thought of her in a wasabe wikhiup on Whidbey
Bamboo shoots me in the foot
She draws me in again and I’m drawn in again
Fire warms and wards off predation
Fire scorches and destroys a safe haven
Bipolar infatuation with you

Cable: Trans-Pacific

Marveling at what she’s done with the place
Another story built on the estate foundation of a chapter from Wuthering Heights
Seeking the approval of the inspector come to enforce a building code of Hammurabi
Lying up against a steely changing table hand-me-down
She demands a declaration of love
Her hands are soft and warm slim fingers slide into mine like a sheaf of tulip stems
Eyes averted roaming through the memories of how I’ve kept myself unavailable to her love
Because someone else had the audacity to force themselves upon her
She never really loved the others she just tolerated them for convenience
At some point when a marriage children homes purchased and businesses begun
One should admit the object of your affection has perhaps chosen someone else
All that irrelevant
All that impertinent to this moment
Where she is searching my face for more clues of inclusion
Incredulity
That all these long years I’ve been waiting for this audience with her
I lift my eyes to hers
A fog settles around her
The humming makes her words disappear
The sun sets
A moonless night in a meadow
She rides a strange horse bareback
No one will ever replace her
Ink spills over my mind

Circle

A long hallway shaped shooting gallery with a crack shot companion
A nautical theme Chris Craft chucked overboard
The cabin girl asks if I’ve seen him lately
I feel I’m not at liberty to discuss the sailor’s whereabouts
I see it again
The wind coming up in her sail
Her guns trained on a Man o’ War
Steady with range and windage calculated accurately
This lopsided engagement I’ve seen dozens of times
Prayers for the souls on the embattled scow
I turn astern and reef away
The volleys echo as I cruise out of the theatre of destruction
I make for my cold and cunning home

Reposed Fowl

Medium stark light apprehension for the safety of others
In this now without reservation a place of lethal society
White-washed gray porous-grained wood summer cabin patchwork porch
Foursquare chairs facing west with my portraitist composing my left profile
A congregation mills behind a flock at the hanging
Hollow box-beaten footsteps on the unseen veranda telegraph impending eruption
A loose corner of screen is violated open with clumsy concentration
The barrel of a desert eagle brushes something metallic as it is drawn producing a bell tone
It is raised and fired twice into my chest
My head slumps into my chest
I close my eyes to volume going quiet
Through the window the mortician comes to finish preparing me for the exhibition
Unloading four rounds painlessly into my head
I wish my fellows spared
But know I cannot act to save them now


A. Spree

Humility is giving freely of epiphany even to those in an underworld
Walking barefoot in winter to deliver a book to a suffering illiterate
A genuine smile for the doubtful pilgrim exiting the wilderness
Listening to a toothless recluse without wiping his spit from your eye
Moving a sowbug out of the path of the woodsman’s axe
Plowing under sustenance for the next pioneer
Keeping one’s eyes down and away from those who crave validation from you
Asking your enemy to lie with you
Confessing one’s humanity
The light of hara

Regal Coach

A hot cup of joos extracted from grandmother’s diamond-capped tooth
The project upending her kitchen with all manner of filters and homemade pods
Coffee pot brown prolate spheroids chopped-off ends two halves of a case
The gravity bar at Mesa Verde
She acquiesces when she sees how it works
And how I am pleased with the result
Mining magnesium nodules from a 2.8 through 10 megahertz circumpolar orbit
The real exercise is keeping fur on those folding goggles from falling into soup dehydrated
I think of a Conn mute over a french horn for Sati’s piano composition
How it summed up this guy and made him all known
Made me unknown
Waiting for dawn of her
Waiting

Horseshoe Furniture

The farmhouse pleasant lit bare wood and thick spattered white enamel
Listening to Hardwick over a bowl of Malt-o-Meal this room in an earlier lifetime
She paces on tiptoe drumming her fingertips on my shoulder
In circles she traces the shape of the table I’m sitting
Making the pattern of her thought repeat
She offers me a turkey feather over my shoulder
She says ‘I choose you’
Kindles a glow in me
She wants me here but not here
I stack up the words I will tell her in my thinking part
How wonderful it was to be her lover for a week
How I could nestle into four decades of the same joy
There are fractions of us that could be a pair of lovey doveys until we have half our bones left
How one week back with her warm softness and brilliant wit won me over again
I am too selfish still
She teaches me more than I want to learn
The truth tells me the living part
I ponder her

Unit of Rage

So Cal storage place with a calm surface over violence
Chatting on about this and that in an SUV
The hammer swings down on the tong leaving in an arc
Where the tong goes the hammer follows
Mirror moves outside the strip mall hall
Feeling self conscious about this dancing lot mad dog
Still calm the driver sends a communiqué to the other side conveying his resolve to intimidate
The other side reminds the driver hostility in this place
Would be counter to the principles of the one-way mirror voyeurs
I agree but am bound by the code of the shotgun and all that comes with it
It puts me in jeopardy
In a fit of lucidity

Excited Photons

An asian apothecary and jeweler’s station outer courtyard to the lignum vitae doors
I felt the intimidation of this place
I wandered about thinking about my former life as a booster
Was engaged with the shopkeeper in a line of questioning designed to root out my character
Myriad drawers with pieces of dried animal and arcane ideograms that baffle magicians
Look down upon the market square shoe factory of liver failure and ketosis
The merchant and his wife slumped over a glass and jade necklaces concede my prime state
A withered uncle pads about in the path of commerce neither adding nor subtracting
The storeowner has a head shaped like a shiitake mushroom and the same black value
I cannot resist dropping a character from the bamboo brush in my left hand
While a courtesan dresses behind a curtain of beads
The character comes to life with my tear-jerked calligraphy and the burgher turns to hide
We know this hieroglyph
An internal cultural switch flips and the merchant overcompensates with a rote homage
A ceremonial observance of the symbol inked on rice paper
A rattle and dance about the drugstore while I felt the wife and uncle understand my caste
The rite went on as I viewed the inner courtyard and courtesan
One dog which was three kept her busy at the noble banquet
The hounds were variegated brick red and black, sleek playful and boisterous
The feast honored a stranger yet my appetites were sated for a meal
The courtesan danced for me shy and sure
I stirred the dogs disrupting the beauty’s bosom a frock of farmgirl fashion
It made mention under my breath
A life in the court of a empty kingdom
She tells cards to keep keys
I fall on my knees

Inside The Forum

You asked if there was anything I could do he could do
Coming off the telephone with him another of your cohorts expressed approval of his deed
Using a name for his achievement that was perfectly illogical
I made a strugglesome effort to prove as well equipped as my foe
In a construction zone someone’s california swimming pool half-finished
Dotted lines and shovels sharpened
I waited for the festival to clear out of town
We all met up in the northend house with a peaked roof
An unfriendly friend left in a blue jean tambourine
You waited behind brushing your teeth while I waited in bed
Asking me for a t shirt
I looked at your color and wished I had a light green one to compliment you
You asked if I had a dress for you
Your dress even though you’d never been here before
All I could think of was pleasing you
You were teasing me without me knowing

A Long Orientation

Down in the veins of blue-black blood of Earth Mother a virus of miners hacks away
D. H. Lawrence’s stepfather sweats a little over profusely and makes sounds of lip smacking
In an Italian cruise liner’s sick bay at dry-dock the colliers gather to poke new boy’s ribs
The old subterfuge Statue of Liberty play with a rabbit up from the armpit
Walking by the wrestlers sepia tone mustachioed and locked in a grapple pie
You have moved into my mind and set up domestic enterprise
I see you looking out through my eyes at my world at you at my captivity by your loveliness
Sitting next to you feeling my fire
Pinned down with your talons and shrieking gray eyes turned coal black nictitating
In the wilderness an aurora shimmers at your capture of me
My ears ring and I’ve fallen
You scent of sage and woman still there in through the left nose out through my right
Your lap near mine with the width of the others come before between
Elfin Stardust sprinkled twinkling about your salle de vivre
So very appropriate to how light is changed by you
A door opens in the mind
You are moving into the room which has been locked for a long time
You are thinking of ways to make it more beautiful
The old man must give up his over upholstered slippers
The codger must yield to life
To dogs and girls and no refuge but the salle de bain
The scroll unrolls and the story is told
Cassiopeia’s eyes flash enraged at our love
Meet at the stones off the shore of Ethiopia
She perceives stars and Rome dances our wrists tied with a swatch of Sinclair

Hoop Skirt

You hopped behind an Iron Curtain a cold number marked it
What was I doing wandering around this lily pad unchaperoned?
The ink on the certificate was not yet dry
On my way in I gave the sentient esquire the blue ribbon
For dancing his way to my fatherhood
His pop and life lust jealously guarded by a trespasser
Closing a door to keep out unwanted revelers
Leveled rebels with a mournful address
Something caught in my throat
A piece of you mocking my hawkish goat
All at once I felt eighty years old and children soaping my windows
The loss of family I minimized when my friend spoke
Had started to grow bean sprouts with the white hairs in my ears
I spied around like that time I counted coats and brined your bed
The black killer asserted habit
Mining jealousy with hate pushed up under anemic fingernails
Where I pinned my fear of abandonment
You were really in lust again upstairs with him waiting for me to leave
I just knew it was sure this time
I let you go as I fled either jilted or guilty lilting from disability
Changing a charmed life to chain gang
I coveted a stack of broken stone
Fantastic visions alone
With you

Press Apply

The architecture horrified retrogression with a pile of dead clamshells
My brother and I compared our supplies of radioactive piles
On a fur-trimmed bar on the top floor of this non-descript barracks
It felt like a discount chain box of fireworks with a dramatic title
Flaming Eagle or Smoky Joe
All packaging for a flash of afterthought
The ancestors appeared out of nowhere to challenge the tissue-paper fortress
A journey of grim resignation lay ahead
Rhetorical questions peppering easy confession
While on the other channel a convention gathered to witness the spectacle of levitation
That old house with the fist holes in the drywall and a pinball machine
Waiting for band rehearsal to commence
The show started in the kitchen arms outstretched a slow hover hoisting to the ceiling
Clockwise around the floorplan returned to square one where the crowd cheered approval
This time a leopard cub had found an lethal amusement had broken the cat’s neck
Blending the footstomp of a West Indies travel brochure
With breakfast for two
With giving to you

Puka Whorl

Windrows of high plains and the grazing patterns of bicuspids and sheepskin ponchos
A discussion among the alpha couple while lambs lie among papyrus stalks
Wide open spaces seem so much smaller when one returns years later
Big deals trivialize down the line becoming joker poker wild cards under the cup
Holding a stack of books across a stacked center of light manipulations confessed
It comes down to a piece of furniture very modern and space-age materials
Chrome and black matte finish Danish
Rolled up in Taiwan by a bored boy daydreaming of his lover
This is where the stand is made sides taken alliances forged epithets addressed
A lock of hair is thrown to one side of a seething cauldron
Aspersions are cast willfully against a matronly maw
Sweet insults cascade down the juggler’s belly and into the air again
The two halves of a cedar tree split by lightning char and reform in the writer’s hand
Erupting in mirth the throng could not conceivably understand
The hollow ring of triumph is lost among the post game show hosts and paracletes
Turning to a handful of black spongy earth rich with humus
The truth is postulated around a semi-circular lobe of the brain
A pastiche of those days in your gypsy wagon
Set to the music of red-handed daughters and sons
Blaming no one

Trail Across a Valley

Pilgrimage to a temple of invirtuous spectacle with the express intent of worshipping tactile
Holding up for Hippocrates the feeling in hands placed here on her hips
The orbits intersect without any buffer unadulterated structure in a close support dome
Closing her eyes tightly she makes the effort to keep from losing control of her lusts
Heat and shadows of energy swarm out of hands into the dancer pale of sage
Courting death in the form of candy cigarettes and toy guns
Adorable gateway foreboding foretelling a slow excruciating progression into illness

Meanwhile back at the ranch a syringe full of our heroine makes another go at motherhood
This comes to our forehead with the cheese of My Three Sons
Thinks of her twang with a length of me inside her lyric hillbilly nest
Dancing unselfconscious unconscious hands up hands down
Around and down and on the up and up lipstick rimmed cup
A slug of wine to break up the fatted lamb
A pull of port to let her slide out the back of watering eyed migraine
Truth moves upstage of crushing concourse

A sliding door reveals a trove of aztec calendars unprotected from theft
Handling the rosettas with greed intention circling days in the future
Two pumas three brahmas four skunks with a clutch of eggs
The congregation mutters low and wise cracking
A man steps out of 1962 with a dab doing his horn rims in the pocket of a short-sleeve shirt
Thunderous applause and spontaneous scripts rote for a sing-along
The speech continues easily and unanimous uninterrupted save an alpha observatory
The pocket of the shirt is big enough to hold a pot of coffee and a carton of smokes
They all laugh
Done it again
All looking

Lament

Right off the top you let me know you loved me
I marveled at your cozy nest your motherly shape how much I was still in love with you
I looked down at princess freckle nightshirt with all the empathy I could gather
There were a string of sitars crackling across the dry surface of the red planet
A chain of characters lit up by the flat land gallery
A eunuch guarding the gate with his nervous apprehension of his expectations of your knee
Every aspect and intersection has become the wide-eyed curiosity of a five-year old
I feel hopeful
Feel fearful
I feel nurtured
I feel tortured
I feel that you can teach me in many ways when I am doubtful
I feel I can be hardened by my frustrated understanding
I feel I can be softened by my naïve ignorance
I feel you give me room to choose

Cliff

Begging to be taken from wings broken in your dream
Changing wild horses in midstream
Stuffed into a lunar landscape housing project
A pneumatic capsule races off with a lion’s roar
A truck drives onto the roof of the world to make the drop
Assembly workers watch bolusii bullet by
Harlem grinds a gear wearing a Santa hat
Wondering what we will look like old and fat
Thesis or antithesis
Theme or anathema
Sound engineering or deficient listening
Control freak flight into terrain
Obstreperous outburst of the brain
Charity only works if someone appreciates the gesture
Barrel vaulted to a playa paradise wilderness
Collapsed lunges for emergency brake
Audio intercept of quilting bee biddies
Motion sick stick figures salute a beam above
Elevator crab-wise on the enterprise
Operator sheepishly reports she gots to go
Fighting vehicle exits out the back
Waiting for everyone to get the rocks off
Skimmer slides out the side buoyant on a tsunami
Racing back to pick it up from a porter
Sherpas ease the truck out of gear
Coast down Great One

Saint Louis Blues

A team of pre-columbian pocket rockets lie in torn giftwrapping orderly and categoric
First I wander around the jet-set with my ideal and wonder at my luck
Next I pay the price for wanting misery loving my company and a stripe across lust
Third hook aspiring to warm cold hands on the effulgence of a glowing hurrah
Voice out of body from anthropomorphic toadstools at a campfire jamboree
She squeezes the tube from the middle which you know is perfectly customary
The culmination of months of investigations comes out of a clattering Univac
A card three inches tall and seven inches long with rectangular holes
Insufficient data
Through the murky liquid a triad rolls to the breech
Picture hazy try again
The spirit of a puppy in the wrapping of a wiser dog

Boxes

Crates of exotic birds dead from methane when just a canary would have done the job
I saw a chandelier made out of ordinary papers one would find around the house
Thinking this would be the perfect way to straighten the place up while making a tidy profit
I waited for the novelist to finish toasting a bialy that I might spread carp roe over it
I ended up upholstering the chairs and making other furniture to the unusual specifications
Spindly-legged sputniks screwed glued and tattooed to Notre Dame’s flying buttresses
The cathedral taxied down an enormous runway
Enormous but not quite as big as the soundstage for Singing In The Rain
Gene Kelly just a speck in the distance with his own satellite city in parts around him
There didn’t seem to be any sense to working so far away from the trailers full of instruments
Dials and gauges marking the levels of radiation heat cold and yellowed manuals mildewing
Exotic birds vocalized one last time before being cooked as the last supper swan song
Public radio reported the humanity for an audience baking blackbird pie
Showing little discipline and no backbone the toilet lay unused instead a funny little cart
Gene Kelly and his brother Emmett surf toward shore on the feathers of a Technicolor toucan
The industry standard in sleek-o-rama
Indebted to the horsewoman
Stabled at last

Abbey Something

Idle small talk about 12 million starving people when the figure is closer to 20
Rehearsal hanging like a din popping eardrums with a cue stick used to clean heads
False captivation with soybean curd while shams aim with the fresh face of a comedienne
Our boys are younger now than when we began talking and both are viking throwbacks
It’s hard to tell if the short grey hair was ever blonde but mine still brown enough to wonder
Strangely posed with our faces facing forward toward a one-way mirror craned neck
A fantasy factory manufactures memories indistinguishable from reality
The real labor waits resolute against the factory machinery maddeningly patient
An amazing afternoon requirement clearing the mind of all craving and greed
Listening to age-old farmers plinking away at three-stringed goat legs
Still harboring the cubby for a passionate reunion
Lithium battery powered preciousness
A five gallon barrel of water with the symbol for Marie Curie
When winter comes I’ll find you
Until then my friend

Rouge

In the pantry for the fiftieth time sitting on a throne of coal watching you keep me at bay
Knowing if I call I was the one who hung up the phone angry or obsessed
Wearing something out of the martial arts section of costumes you somehow sat on my lap
Which you never do
You turned to me and kissed me which you also almost never do either
I slid my arms under this jujitsu jerkin and ran my hands over your skin
You put a leg over my shoulder and we danced our selves exhausted and happy
The walls bled the blue from Monet’s masterpiece and the floor held it’s own
Inside you with our eyes linking our souls
You think of telling me something and the words resound in my mind before your lips move
Feels like home

Torn

Turning on a dime in a huge field of logs from the dukes of hazard movie not the series
Seven logs laid straight in piles higher than houses
Arrived here from far away and this a stomping ground but not familiar not here at least
This place had been one of those places where love had been swallowed up
Eaten in the name of become a productive member of society
A killing field of inconsolable homesickness and decapitated lovebirds
Paired up with a surrogate for everything delivering nothing
Blacked out teeth and other stage devices flopped to the clairvoyant critic
Terminated with regret for the charm left frozen to the steel hull of a battleship in dry-dock
The speech spoken with the same firing tones they use to let the real bad ones go
Ne’er do wells and goldbrickers and slackers and shiftless and vagrant pretty or not
All sacked with the same boilerplate cooked up by headhunters and ambulance chasers
The good for nothing downsized by a familiar stranger
Driving a snow cat club cab black ski jawing backward with a sneer uncalled for
Both waiting at the chairlift to descend the hill
The executioner catches a chair
Our unemployed fumbles with the apparatus and finally interminably settles in
Operator 69 continues with the superiority of a carny barker
Setting up the tilt-a-whirl with baling wire when possible and bread ties when impossible
The flags off the hips of a razzle-dazzle double reverse are frayed
A bucket swing squeezes a boys pelvis in ways that nature didn’t intend
Looking down to a horde of shopping mall kids plugged into virtual surfboards
Carving turns around snow machine powder piled frosting on the edge of a slip ‘n’ slide
A long ride down the hill
Urgent craving for distilled calm

Standoff

Without further ado additionally no introduction is necessary
A formica laminated door with disappeared hardware is opened without fanfare
Inside is what appears to be a garage full of cars made out of bricks
To the right is someone to which one must greet with a hello knowing he’s a minion
The important occupant is further in the wood floored dancehall seated in a barcelona chair
Holding an unlit cigar with the equivalent of grape peelers and fan wavers hovering nearby
The name is Ji Solombeh
He is ostensibly a musician
With a flourish of his hand and eyes welling up with happy tears the audience rolls back
Out of the spotlight to the extreme back of the ballet space behind a blue car mind the door
Host conversation continues inaudibly in and out of the lights
It is warm here so dancers muscles have superior range of motion
The rack is not made to hold the recorded information and one disc falls caught by a toe
Someone else has made the same mistake and splinters of styrene peanuts litter
Statuesque she walks in a fiercely proud mannequin holding high office in her tribe
Solombe watches the eyes and takes note of the movements and orientation
A wall disappears and the valley is dark with summer
Hounds gather at the crossroads with the collected traders socializing
Two curs extend a welcome knowing no scent of fear
A third doggerel is bound across the waypoint and runs to the limit of his tether
Intention is unclear the howl indicates loneliness yet the aggressive movements warn of rage
This is the language of animal with ambiguity folded into the dough
Unique is the wolf’s brother mostly domesticated while white daggers line a lip curled
The responsible party is camped away from the rest of the throng of merchants and artisans
Curses descend upon the mutt’s master for unleashing the menace for no good reason
The dog is a menace
The pass is negotiated thieves thwarted and dogs dodged
In the near distance the ultimate goal glows tantalizing in a temple of matrimony and exertion
A small window in the thick mudbrick walls frames an idiot taking a break from the feast
With infantile delight the idiot grasps food in bare hands
Squeezing the melange between fingers
A timetable is counting down
The doors are swinging shut huge and slow it will take minutes for them to latch
The indigents crowd inside alms hopeful
The last pauper slides in
Belly thin

Delivery

Living in a dormitory of segregated colonists apprised of the experiences ongoing about
In a round brown library on the order of holmes or of that derivation
Born december or january in a sense of style according to the last word on the subject
She dodders at her daily regime of reading the lines of poetry written the day before
Her unbroken string of negative reviews has continued unabated for five years
With an overwhelming reversal she has turned in what appears to be a neutral summation
Well my goodness she says
The writer packed pocketed billfold overstuffed chair newspaper rattled rare retort
Disbelieving her unprecedented approval of the work
An alternate life is ringing louder in the sixth sense
What is pleasant is becoming a burden
A renunciate routine
Becoming clean

Theramin

Enduring an ashram shakedown with a fantasy of telling the volunteers to shove it
Watching with the others on a field of elephants the turf rolled a story high
A professional appearing billboard erected with the aid of a multitude of amateurs
The indecipherable words splashed across an unrecognizable face
A chant rising from the campaigners with the discipline of a motley crew
Looking up a blanket of toy parachutes have a survival kit of a type
Cameras propaganda and an olive drab figure one- and one-half inches tall
Hoarding the cargo cult christmas morning with trick-or-treat greed irrespective of need
Did the shotgun threaten them or were they violent to begin with
Emus or some prehistoric throwback like that a big freakin bird at any rate
Asking point to smoke that thing but point wants to assert a message of superiority
Taunting terrifying the bird wrestles the gun away and commits infanticide and suicide
In the cockpit of another bird strategically emplaced to draw fire
A tactical glows in a valley beyond cauldron
Friendlies curse the politics
Broken filters look so normal
What does the warrior do without the fight?

Cosmopolitan

Waking up to original reality to a celestial dream of sweetness in a circular fashion
The bracket of aeons of travel through a misty rain cloud with turkish delight
Without drums modalities shift like wind through a larynx and this soft mouth moves closer
Mile over mile overland bridge crossings to trojan towers and melting buildings in a newsreel
A monk transcribes an eruption chronologically at a library made of bricks of volcanic ash
A moll slides a short shirt arms first over her legs and prints ideograms of rain clouds
In the before time the elder led the younger through paces already obvious
An affection poorly conceived revealed by tables of logic chiseled on marble tablets
Through the rain cloud to a cosmopolitan village
Where arches span rivers hundreds of times
Where artists eat sleep and draw
Where windows bubble
Where women wonder
Where boxes of bachelors boogie
Where bullets stare down from the brasserie ceiling
Where talkers walk
Where coffee is down the block
Where fur lines fancy
Where the sun keeps time with cars
Where poles extend into wells
Where flats keep alert
Where dogs and flowers evolve
This is the cute planet
The terraformed alternative
A little more progressive
But not quite right

Bandanna

Running water and indoor plumbing crushing pride with an incessant pool of dizziness
Locked out of castles in the air
What would be said when the sky met the rocky earth from a fault in Kansas
The New Madrid tumbling downstairs
Tenuous paper thin veil of life sustaining atmosphere held in place by sandman
Feeling the design flaws for being too trusting ignorant of true nature
Cold neck turned up to see a short burst of oncoming traffic a gram of weight
Skipping off of nitrogen strike a match
A nickel of iron a stone from terra flax
The breakfast of a neighboring city relieves the keeper of the keys
Waves of wonder roll underfoot
Undertow scours the porcelain highway clean of skeletons
Another room unseen but identical sizes of three little bears with comfortable callings

Cheap Little Resort

Probing the boundary of a decadent urn filled with pleasant illusion
Driving a divine motorcycle through an aurora borealis with twin tipis in tow
The entire totem shrouded in pink and on fire moved as a unit
Bullhead fish paid the lodgings for fishermen angling for a stretch in the bullpen
White and tight upside–down triangle reserved for a future date
Plaid davenport torn away by the arms of relative overpopulation
Quiet fuzz voicing under a fiddle bow frieze and stains in concentric puddles
Surely molled down under a carrot top preserved in a jar of formaldehyde
Bade farewell for an eastern dream to one side a peek through the curtains
A well worn hand tied peaceful persian rug underfoot ready to be torn to pieces
Flocks by a wind shaved beachhead munch blonde cowlicks of unpalatable pampas grass
Friars well acquainted gather wordless at a well of departed flowers
Fresh sod marshy and trodden soaks cold through deerskin robes
A sprig of rosemary gives the faithful a direction to focus toward
A symbolic rose in unearthed and crooked stem straightened
Takes its place next to the sprig
Unseen but in constant comprehension the dizzying drop to slowly crashing surf
With the installation a more complete observance is begun with rote passages orated
Three abreast with some manner of steel table gridded and lying prone midriff
One misunderstood
Two to carry the tune

Powder Pie

Pinned down within the lines of starry night
Coming back to overwhelming monologue of worship
Small and firm drum taut with cartographic notation
Weak with influenced craving
In the middle of the decade of 1970
A story was woven into a stage production
From there electrons do the dirty work of photons
A russian stove glows licking cyrillic flames
A pact is forged unfurling a tragic scroll
Mother uses euphemism to ruse youth
Calling liver steak
Signifying cyanide as a fatal filling the capacious terrible torta
Suddenly loud and ignorant
A heap of dried tabloid pabulum mixed with sloth
Stirred together to make gilt crucifixes playing with inflamed concubines
Another weekend to go
Debut truth

Fair

Walking under boughs of alder with a parchment detailing escape unopened
Feeling the river near and oiled hands menacing in meditation for treason
An hour of hedonism in exchange for a pair of years craving that hour
A waif wanders in turmoil exercising a mind new to a syllabus of survival
Instinct oozes out of the tribe and coats our babe in consumerism fear and politics
What an extraordinary visionary version of reality stilled by a controlling culture
Wicked words used as the subterfuge rages on and endocrine logic leaks over the dike
Spectacular miniaturization of unobservable creepy black cloaks flapping in a vacuum
Outflanked by a dogged pursuit of the truth complacency is met and confronted
Fragments of memory and shattered emotion fuse in a furnace of fact finding
The landscape tilts toward the woods from which crying can be heard
Incapacity of heredity
Incapacitated fakery
Make it me

Choir Week Reedy

Pliant strips of grass fibers bent by fugitives
Shoulder to shoulder the search party tracks
A dust devils dances the hats off deputies trying to put a brave face on evil fate
Mothers weep
Fathers curse
Brothers surprise themselves capable of coveting the missing sibling’s bedroom
Across the morbid spectacle
Lovers sing to each other their names
That of the creator a pantheon of demigods
Hands caress or kill
Sometimes simultaneously
Under the impression a life lived immoral could render one immortal
Cemented fate in an everlasting life
By use of an emasculating knife

Gut Feeling

A smorgasbord deployed in the vestibule giving no mercy to informality
Around a soaked in version of upscale movement in thalo and pale red
There were all the luminary sconces and petit fours one could stomach
The pirate the padron the pompadour the professional and the matriarch
Connected at the brow waiting for a logical lapse in lectern loitering
Cocksure surgical surreptitious a perforce performance to protect her Paraclete protégé
Goblet used as a ouija the weak-kneed audience swayed with glass movement
Gossamer representations of halide cubic covalents hung about the feast
Propaganda worked into the blood stream and liver causing reflection and inspiration
Projections of the next section slid into view obscuring the cocktail party
Therapeutic pilgrimage to mountain temples on the back of an albatross
Table set with paper and our visitor bound in a yoke of hedonism
Leaning back with blind reflection wired for headstrong greco-roman wrestling
Learning of tribulation and valor volunteered by intrusive inquiry
Crescent lust with streaked wool transparent beneath a cauldron of vegetables and minstrels
Ceaseless change a shed frames rastafarian detour on the western frontier
Unconventional boxes stacked skyward crushing expanded metal greatcoat impediments
Universal mind fabricates footsoldiers to give a lesson to the less-than-honorable discharge
Listening to a voice gone hoarse with self-justification
Listening blocked by a blatant reprisal of uneasy heresy
Flying cars will take us to the stars
Fidelity of community
Tomorrow intangible
Tantalizing schedule

Infection

Laughter upturned to the corner of the room witnessing all compassion
Made low focused on doctrines enumerated in egyptian hieroglyphs
Around the glowing presence encircled childish reward-seekers with nothing but kindness
Wide without mass strong having no bind connection without complication
Waiting for proof of interest for the final tally of the votes of the popularity contest
Even now held within the sway of a black bar and a pink cup
Wanting to be thought of as revolutionary and omniscient
Interested in a constellation on the south side of tenderness
Joyful for interest
Vibrations sustained into the future
Composed of dreams
She beams

Toxic Dachshunds

Purifying process or putrefying habit about a cold-fired wire spire torn coat of armor
The company of tiny gangsters changes the election
Clear bauble of a lab rat with arms outstretched radiating smoldering stupidity
Sidekick making pertinent observations for later mimicry
A rust colored polyester slab of suburbia confined to a wadded up pinched pods of peas
Respectful intoxication rewarded with a foursome for take away
Thorndike hike down yesterdays hardpan drivetrain tray of five oh straight up brassiere
With a self-owned machine for the exchange of babbling brooks and banned books unread
Death waits white-haired scared rings the size of ingots covering the tracks of terror
Walk on by black nothing into a french foyer
Finger points at little bones and back
Down comes pink curtains with the help of a sugar daddy toe
Hugging it close in with a caressed breast the size of modesty
Playing wolf fangs easy neck bones and smooth history
Stubble littered lightning box lecture irrational concert of mentoring
Delivering the horrible punishment an executioner writes the future of karma
His blackhearted siblings are roles of aspiration virtuous splendor
Tender with life
A blonde baby is knighted
His father delighted
Obliged to concede no credit

Mist

Waiting with back up against stacked oranges hackles calmed pyramidal
Twinning heredity shows in a melange of coins from a fellowship of incorrigibles
The sun goes down the sound of dragons eating fire splashing steam rivers of nightmares
Dancers surrounding but never congressing hither never within
Letting horns blow twice for a pocket full of chaos
Velvet legs crushed in a warm soft bed of grace
Boxes of seemingly benign emulsions of evil leaking drippy drops down the drain
Dolphin dollhouse tiny tatters covering barbaric babes militantly emaciated
Vigilant for the approaching pariah with scripted pleasantries and poison pastry
Eyeing candidates for infatuation over shoulders of conversation
Shameful of showing a matronly profile strapped to umbilicus somehow withstood
Shuffling over insult to rectify a firm slap to the temple with a sandal
Worship questioned and put in jeopardy
Fighting dirty
A benign chat between a fish and a cat

Spare the Bird

Seething smoky marching throngs of uncivilized french servants of grandeur
Pomp with an edge lemmings running off a ledge
Seems this whole idea of patriotism is an unjust means to justify cronyism
Juris doctors duct taping visionary’s mouths
A marveled spectacle to divert scrutiny from freakish sodomy of the unrepresented
Where do we have a deadly appointment to the architect of this admission of tyranny?
Pre-empting any precedent of dialectics by aborting the future of semantics
Mastery of numbers forgoes slumber
Terrible Ted will be dead enough soon enough
Brutally betrayed by his brother and the oppressed One Judas and a mass of mutes
True to rule ridicule
Prison guards found it necessary to fall in line with a bureau full of underwear
A rough draft man it was just a rough draft
A black ball with a red knob and a hank effusive busted teeth
On background the thesis manifested itself in finish nails and heroic cosmetic dentistry
Blundering treesap boots
Pondering a philosophy of guesswork
Apostrophe soda jerk
Criminal clerks

Hill Town

Face swaddled in muslin skin glows with dark effulgence teeth left behind in a smile echo
On a dune blue oranges ripen into pepper and salt tents overhead
Domed onions with a staff for the colors nurtures the man of the hour
Shy but steady pursuit persists
Clove oil gives a fallow valley safety from a lifetime of retribution
Big top encampment with a patent potion stockpile
Lovers wile
Spoon style

Valet

Caravanning about a body of water in the shape of the head of a horse without remorse
Cohorts of bachelor sports descended upon the little women infirm and in constant turmoil
Calling by the wrong name while an embrace goes chaste in one moment
A chimney sweep pontificates from a scale model of a babylonian sculpture carved in stone
The other hemisphere queries a simple sequitur interrogative of hygiene
High broad and white a circular floorplan integrating a cooking fire stoked
Peninsula obscured a vortex portal in amphorae of white port capped with a junk spoon
Swill swallowed a green vase the size of a skull color mixed into a painting of a buffoon
Titters sprinkle from hints dropped about wearing a picture of a Greenland tam-o-shanter
Biscuits and bits of bony bird buffet in a tempered lab glass petri
Picking through the sinew and fat to find the muscle and gristle
Outside at the moment of compulsion
Watching degradation overtake dignity with revulsion
Running with headlong haste down teetering terrifying terraces to find a smokescreen
A fire truck mutates with water replaced by nitromethane and dangerous books
A lightning rod is hoisted
Guilt is cloistered
The pearl in the oyster

Model Aircraft

Panels of space-age material cladding Station X in the cold quiet of near-earth orbit
Hypnotics kick in to enable brain-wave suspension during adhesive experiments
A box of colors battling olive drab against battleship gray and early hints of abuse
Casting across the river for dolly vardens in snowmelt with a sandwich in a creel
Spirals rifled in the field next door a prep-school ball yellow with black stripes
Gracious standing on ceremony as if there could be any other mode of living
Potholes and pitfalls poised to unravel the gravel of Buttbreaker Five
Time to call her out of understanding for the way she wishes to proceed to boy girl love
She has waited as long as she thinks she should have
Looking at the way the world is
Wishing the rest of the story would drop into the next chapter

Long Drive

Zsa Zsa Gabor wrecked her El Dorado today
Hit a telephone pole on sunset boulevard
Knocking out telephone service to a quarter square mile area
The crash interrupted a phonecall a tipster was making
Concerning suspicious activity the tipster had noticed lately
In the movements of his newspaper delivery boy

Zsa Zsa though injured with potentially fatal injuries
Was able to call paramedics at once on her cell phone
Thus prolonging the already long life of the aging hungarian honey

The department head responsible for assigning personnel to replace the smashed phone pole
Snaps a pencil in anguish
He realizes he has to give the sack to the crewmembers of pole team 11M5East
Cellular phones are antiquating phone poles

In a grove of lodgepole pine in the Idaho panhandle an adolescent eagle pair nest
The tree the pair has chosen has a pink X on its trunk signifying loggers will be taking it
Four miles away in a trailer a radio crackles across a message suspending timber harvest
Demand for clear lodgepole already on the decline now lost their last customer a phone biz

A newspaper delivery boy cashes his $31.56 check at a liquor store on sunset boulevard
Buys a copy of reader’s digest for his deaf aunt and walks through the grit and grime
A hooker and her john roll by the paperboy in the back of a police cruiser
A tipster struggles to explain to a jaded officer the real criminal is walking free
Right next to the squadcar at this moment

Across the police radio crackles the news of Zsa Zsa’s accident and another routine aid call
The officer proceeds to the scene of the accident to assist in crowd control
The routine call is rerouted due to the media circus flaring up around the dilettante’s debacle
A cardiac patient in a bogged-down aid car struggles for life
His condition precipitated by the stress of learning of his forced early retirement
30 years on pole team 11M5East gone up in smoke
Camping

Flat black thinnish plywood black curtains covering rigged wires and fire hazardous cords
Found the way to the riser on his back burned out star still faint but magnitudinous
All the instruments scattered orderly placement giving off an aura well-traveled silver nitrate
Boston in falsetto graying the thunder gods temple some long-time producer whines
In mother-of-pearl a middle name causes the giddy dance of the devoted
Compensated feeling there is a reason to feel credit is due
Elation consummated by the two

Lines Afoul

Heaviness about the rafters where gargoyles move imperceptibly fast or slow
An aqueduct is dammed with maple trees trapping a city in thirst
A villa growls with a sinister howl from a child becoming inhuman
A mother watches the mutation take place two heads from one circus sideshow sprout
Feeling the pull of gravity and those that would have a token of this gift
Pulling from the force of underworldliness without one erg of unnecessary effort
Meeting the mire midway adding a dust mite’s antenna muscle flexion
Moving through a solar system into a blue giant cold collapsing
Clearly spoken in a babushka
Time to leave

Vagrancy

Wilder by the pound of dried flowers bound with tie-dyed victorian homestead teapots
In the harbor signified by a navigator in close range a spacious spring day
Spring lines slack and taut estimating the previous construction’s disintegration
Chatting amicably about a web of lies and ignorance in general woven submarine shielding
Immense right angle
A brother percussionist paddles out to the drop-off to strategize and fraternize
No thought of toxics absorbed subcutaneously from straddling creosoted timbers
Ashore beckoned hit the water out from under pilings stroking a sodden wool sweater
Discussing the inadequacies of the upperclassmen with disrespect evidenced in their ruins
Astronomy studied in the middle of the cloudless daylight against nocturnal convention
A single angle calculated from our home star to ascertain an aspect ratio
Sweat and sunburn
Ready to learn

Lark

Monarch butterflies migrating through a head filled with a migraine headache
Swamped with aquamarine clouds billowing under crested waves dyed parrot feathers
Solid flying feet firmly rooted in thin air up and away with the assurance of levitation
Humble boy observing with curiosity and respect the line of prayer flags ringing ten worlds
Within the aerodrome a phantom dumps waste gate excess and beds a blue bullet
Stretched to inhuman lengths arms extended with a foot in the chest
Up through a sepulcher to the effulgent whiteness of an electron microscope sacristy
Waiting for the touch of a soul returned to teach
While body detaches
Lips parted
Limbs twisted
Love insistent

Wrought Iron

Hearing the most recent incarnation of dramatic production with knives waggled cats fighting
Digital docking in the darkness of two moonless nights
Midnight blue maybe three month old 501c3 narrow hips and a paper plate palette
Tentacles and talons scratch the surface of modest shoulders untouched for months
Antechamber of calcium carbonate transformed into cool white slabs of privilege
In the midst become a paragon of grandeur and the stain of a psychopath scrubbed clean
Twenty-five ounces of destruction beating a cinder block with gratifying anarchy
Artistic holes in immovable objects resisting forces waffle-faced and singing
Holding an eating disorder on a leash of curly hair like a flock of sparrows fluttering
Changing the depth and weight of destiny with empty voice mail and boat tail speedsters
Fresh and leather jacketed marching across the moors
A different plan
A solitary clan

Insolvent Guarantee

They still remember your horse painted in the blink of an eye
The motion is all hands and hooves
In a subtle wave breaking up the latitudes mirrored nautical miles away
Underneath a shelf of green gelato
A climber screws a peton into the slumbering matron with milk teeth
Avalanche displacement floats by a wreck snuggled in bubbles of sea foam
Your horses startle and kill the she wolf stealing through the herd
A foreleg flashes through the cur’s skull lobotomizing el lobo
The wolf is trampled by the herd
Kicked when she’s down when she’s dead
Attrition En Masse
Heroes colorfast

Backed Up

Big bad back alley business exhaust fans blowing the scent of dollars and death
Waiting for a bus with a gag reflex and shaky limbs gone jelly in the belly
Blue collar crime and white collar strip teases please policemen jailing jesus
Nobody to share it with as if that would be fair to history or a swollen liver
A flock of Barrabas harasses Jacqueline Onassis
With an offer of mustache rides made unacceptable from septic insides
The sentence commuted the bloodstream polluted another junkie turned in his grave
Subject’s comments were blacked out in the report
Subject’s actions were blacked out in the report
Officers found subject unresponsive to astral projection termination
In lieu of a response officers found it necessary to assume subject was aggressive
For subject’s safety officers attempted to revive passive subject with pepper spray and blows
Subject began to cry for god to save his mother that she may rescue subject
Subject attempted to defend and action was construed as aggression
Subject was terminated
Control
Alt
Delete
Subject’s memory was blacked out in report
Subject’s file transferred to H. K. for determination

Emily

At a feast in the hills above elysium waiting for the glance of glamour as minions march by
Making merry with underlings not so observant of authority challenged smokes broken
An ankle turned in the looping crown of an ankh black-edged eyes longing tries at allies
Driving back centurions with boys swinging on crucifixes and water of life rocky chilled
Into antietam eat them came the cry johnny law and johnny reb gonna make them dead
Sentry said come not into this room of state
The reply came no one had yet entered any room any old time
Turned on a heel and a caravan right to left striped blue and white
She rode with dignified detached passion walking her mount reflected in passion
She turned and met gaze embracing with a fluid transference from horse to heel
Costume moving nautical to naughty sheer red body stocking thumbs in goalpost mudra
Dissolved into soul infusion
Chasing around under the canyons of anasazi deer trackers
Making the acquaintance of constellations with humility more humble than reflex intuition
Strangers strangely accepting of acrylic garments and music made out of a box of electricity
Tubes of memory serving nine roads to our mother of light
A way to say seeing emily again on a long bus on 45th toward school

Bridge Racers

Compensation delayed until the market showed resolve to trust policies of a weak little trucks
A bomb sticking out of a sprinkled torso trunk hooded with a button for panic or pleasure
Resuscitated scattershot visiocortex playback slapback echo
A trite little school in the woods with burrowed snowbank sleddogs
Indigent ravine full of trusted private revolutionaries dressed to distress feudal lords
Curling up on a grate with the fibers of a 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass carpet for solace
Waiting for hernan cortez to tuck our traveler in for the winter
Light on cheekbones really not a factor even though hospitality dictates generosity
In the neighboring cleft escaping steam awakes an oxidized quadrupedal sentience
Bent at the waist from brotherly reunification arms woven at the necks
Wrong address notify sender

Steppes

Observation of two flowers held in a grotto of basalt and bison referred to in lieu of truth
Anthropology
Heritage of sunken gums and frozen addiction across plundered boatmen
Noble knights lost to an industrial revolution mustered a mounted cavalry to defend
An empty lot where nothing grows begs the question of what went through here
Something toxic to lay waste to a meadow of marigolds
Considering the seasonal nature of this arm of ocean sheltered but shiver reef
Thinking in term of a monocle invented to scrutinize the inventory of necessary equipment
Wriggling into the customary suit to weather the lethal environment
A canister is tipped and tossed out of a door in the tower of pisa
Walls are boxed
Retroactive detox

Sing

Feeling ketones pooling in hips swelling with ease keeping personalities as pets
An antique store discombobulated from spilling the contents of a gypsy music scale
The vistua cuts the land of vodka in half breaking niches where copper is strip mined
A stripe cuts across the great river as would a sweater with a band of red across the breast Navigating the riverine crucifix with easy rigel magnitudes
A sandal is taken off of the foot where a thumb is augured in between metatarsals
An unadorned skewer in planted in the flip flop as the masthead goes unread
A piece of paper lateen rigs the thong after the hand built dhows ferry post ramadan feasters
Floating across the river
A man thinks about the son he cannot see
Unable to be a good father
He builds toy boats and wonders

Four-Way

The viscera of a dog displayed like a dab of haircream in the palm of a hot summer road
Real and over-dramatic at once in the chronological report with strawberry kool-aid mustache
Here comes a grader and loader missing slabs of asphalt while a precious soul weaves through
Harold lloyd hangs off johnnys carpet shop while teetering death threatens lies and small talk
The host organism played off inquiry with flared nostrils and reverted obesity
A conveyor belt buries blessed bumpy in rubbish and shock the body has gone missing
Swallowed up by the vortices of vanity youth and extra vehicular activity
Standing where the troops disembarked the lordly guy wire cut a rakish figure in yellow
Inconspicuous consumption and indicators of return to medieval tantrums to sway the cosmos
Hubris exposed with a flick of an oyster shucker’s toad sticker
Policies mature and thin ties lockstepped to lunch disregard that drunk in the ductwork
Someday there will be no substitute
A thought has no mass

Harvest

Dressed out in nutmeg and faint similarity from crown to sole complete with nametag
Running upstream into schools of thought and elbowing in moving images thirty per second
The eyes betray the thinking life individually
Gaunt aging on a balcony with a rehearsed speech not stumping over and fence sitters
Water or bread the fast instead of moderate consumption and quantum exertion
Thin and old looking and obviously in the midst of lying
A trailer runs through the speech outlining cold seals and cannonball conservation
The green where it cuts through clay near a flaming geyser covered with a worn undershirt
A pacific islander launches a trophy two feet on a backside down the parking strip of croquet
A machine replaces the plugs removed from the green to a billboard size fontanelle
Looking for the angel of protection
Forehead eyeball intersection

Whore Eye Zen

Tactful enlightenment from the fraction of fullness subtle quiet appropriate in context
Moving along a line of iron oxide wrapped around wheels in a box
Reading two numbers in an order that flourishes from the smaller box
Trying for the most part to filter the movements that create a gritty feel or adding more
Smells like sour milk vomited and curdled
Her majesty’s mariners cower in mythical respect for the day and date
Keeping lines from running foul and extending oppression with arbitrary tyranny
Really neat close cropped hair and easy vulnerability to capital violence
Make it five fool
Make it fifty
Make it five billion
There is a way to evolve past this insignificant circus
The ultimate connotation is to be punished with paucity
Removing sensory priority
A system which cannot conceive of succeeding at its primary doctrine is hypocrisy
If a war machine wins permanently the war machine is no longer needed
The lie is that the liars create an imperfect war machine so that it continues to be needed
The lie is that the liars perpetuate prison culture so that prison culture continues to be needed
Help the liars to stop
Help the liars to sweeten their mouths
Help the liars change vows
Help now

Ewe Talker

Bleating wrists and shrieking knuckles tickling ebony worn into a hunchback chained harp
Pieces of a map sectioned off of an aluminum tray with regions for peas potatoes dogmeat
A sheaf of narcissism or irisism or flowerism in general count me as one who would defend
Fearful faithful exchanging numbers over electric suitcases peeling stickers off catalina island
Bruised and beating freaks off with a shtick of free speech held behind a bench of buggers
Creating craving out of teased hair and withheld privilege for the uncounted population
A refuge within the temple acquired through a third-party petition
Seeking philanthropic recognition
With sedition

Token Bastante

Lineage of alleles and commandeered genetic material for armies of golems
Erasing the races that propagate engineered incarnation with non-violence solemn
Pure chance resolves to ecstatic synergy
A massive one-man banjo with cymbals gonging along the length of a sitar
A beachhead where gauguin landed is still rather primitive unrelenting sun dries white sand
A wide raised wharf a caisson of sugar in an hourglass
The home of a huge circus wheel many stories tall many years gone
All that’s left is the center pole of an enormous tent where lost boys swing
Hemp lines unfazed by brilliant rays and saline marine air support swinging sacks of potatoes
Long surf poles for skipjack and bonito bend and straighten with each roll of the dice
Center pole flyers maypole around the foreign oak mast to hoist the hook swallowed
A bluefin somehow has wandered into the snare of the hooky playing kids with dirty ears
The flock is rising to the occasion and closing ranks oblivious to anything but the fish
A glimpse of the rising trophy a flick of a mirror stained with port and a jays wing
With the precision of an army of ants with back pocket slingshots
Lads windlass the warm-blooded fish into the air with jubilant celebration of victory
Unaware of the subtext of their accomplishment the denizen dries almost instantly in the heat
The huge fish is arranged next to the other catch of the day a normal size cod
The school picks up sticks and forgets the struggle of life to sword fight into the night
Back to the beach as soon as dawn and mother gives their permissions
A hook in the water
Waiting for wahinis

Silver Stake

Hit by a car as the bicyclist attempted to cross with the right of way
Laughter echoing in an empty house followed by quiet sobbing
A hug up around the sternum feeling a wiggle down at the hips
Chewing the jellyfish texture of leonine lips
A gleaming rod of steel run through the heart
A thumbscrew to the eye where carcasses have rotted with a saddle of moleskin
A sack of diffenbachia to silence charlie chaplins stick
Dealing with a brilliant explosion
Making plans to deliver catastrophe to the boarded up safeway in ballard
Another day at the office a short warm one in purgatory
Another imposter making like the shortest day of the year

Crown of Scorn

Some stove in a development with our juiced up cracker caster to the four winds
Vermin scurrying around the peripheral vision of vampires demanding drawn shades
Forty strawberries testing for 185 degrees fahrenheit in a triple boilermaker
Moving with flux from cycles in surface tension on the fluid upon the great mothers face
Experimenting with success and preparing for failure
Wishing for moderation where none had ever existed
Freckle paneled dirty shag shack cable coiled up with a bread tie and two drunk generations
An electric box where a library had been scheduled to be built decades before
Arsonists and archivists fighting a one-sided battle to rewrite history
The motive power fell out of the swing arm onto the oil-stained gravel with a knell of naught
Hundred dollars worth of megaphone wrapping down to landslides blinking yellow batteries

Pleads for Emblems

Lost kids peeking through holes in a nori giftwrapping
Puppies follow the trail of campfire roasting sticks until they are thrown for fetch
Dunce cap shaped house on the run towed with ponies a line drawn behind
Blankets to keep warm lessons to fill the space left from a void of creation
A bus a personal pronoun a really beautiful constellation
Seven masses of crust floating around a viscous ball bearings
Each maintains the documentation of porous seaweed or the banished vanity of cleanliness
A frantic NASA aussie suffers from incontinence in eurasia
Covering the globe with pink light
Closed eyes on one foot
Diamonds there in the soot

Tender

Venturing cautious into the veil of shimmering bell tones capacious making up a polar whole
Stacking shapes of fantasy twinning entwined tasting with one mouth salt skin mounded south
Tips with light through a thousand prisms blue twice as effulgent guarding a gate of prayer
Parallel in repose slack tides intersect with a crest and wining jug of sentience
An army of regret assembles right flank this king wedges between brushing back schismatics
Ministration of affection shimmed between egress within tolerance capable response
Joy
Caution
Euphoria
Contemplation
Watershed cognition satisfied without resolution and tense opposition carried up and along

Orgiastic

Evolutionary huns plot overthrow of status quo with a smile dragged out of mugger’s maws
Farms fresh eggs gathered with musical cheese and beef butting in through the drapes
A greedy juris doctor flings stony briefs at monetary terrorism from a mountain of crochet
A reunion of brownie bakers and film makers with a hot tub moonrise presentation
Skylights and mirrors at advantageous positions for flagpole sitters and sweater knitters
Inside out head of wonderful intimidation and mild horror
A hand chopped into an open palm on up the arm and torn christmas canes made of balloons
Make a sign christmas art five bucks and stop insulting me for a cigarette
A carton of smokes for christmas
A gallon of vodka for christmas
An emotional hijacking for christmas
Pieced conned worth could kill more hens
A can of chili con carne for christmas
A new year a new problem
Dreaming of a black christmas
Bing crosby is a heinous demon
Piped christmas carols with a dark message played backwards
What about the baby
What about the little baby

Snow

A shovel undercuts a stack of crystal saving a stupa from collapse
Backstroke bas relief of a mantelpiece porcelain figurine a lyre and ringlets
Characters boomerang head down with submission disguising a steely-eyed assassin
Wheels roll over altered epithets saturated in sugar converted to substance enthusiasm
Confrontation and empathy for the crunchy critters huddled around a box of letters afire
Fellow coppers of coins of the triangular realm cast before wine
Across a lot and into the relative safety of a pinch of salty advice
Convincing the novitiate of the hopeless nature of talismans and you won’t be needing this
Separating from the lower forms of life with the help of Janus
More letters organizing the physical plant catwalk a diversion of necessity
Off the scale and departure in the stairwell of wintry fluorescent light
Paralysis and homage to the Norse
Cleansing ritual
Dead interstitial

Listening to Dial Tone

Wandering friend wondering which fame has made misery a reasonable rarity
The eighty-eighth number combing through the sand for a yellow stone of hallucination
What has made this clandestine confession more revealing is trace technology
Someone is calling from the clinic
Famous friends and alter egos wage peril and tragic circumstance poses wavering to refer to
A thousand possible mutations in the flow chart but trousers dropped give conclusive hints
An allegation here an innuendo yonder
Something to ponder while the pancakes bubbles burst
Empathy first

Leon Lunatique

Down the path of a greenbelt within the chromatic scale of central park
Thugs advance from the flank off in timber rat packs of lone wolves
With sawed-off golf clubs in a brown paper bag
The false alpha a ringer for the antagonist in clockwork orange (replace)
Royals tyranny with interrogation the ultimate puppetmaster of this performance
Jack the bootlegger waves a scepter from a genetically engineered throne of jet black
Georges of differing shapes jerk and pop with a line at wrist and crotch
The victim waits for doom to arrive sitting calm and polite as jeers would have suggested
The gentry are out in linen and hounds to see what clamor has arisen for sole entertainment
A plea for mercy and assistance is momentarily considered
A plea is gratifying in the morbid spectacle
A plea becomes weary
A plea is ignored and doors swing shut on the final act
On the opposite side of the glade a maid is strolling the children of her mistress
A plea for mercy is instantly undertaken
Assistance will be unconditionally executed without any stray thought
The tides interrupt the rescue effort and swirling ebbs corrode the nursery
Undertow consumes heroine and the pawn of observation alike in a gray flood of sandy sea
The icy depths freeze and fall from the sky where a costume change is tightly wrapped
Into the garden loft two subhumans wait for the return of the dresser
A switch triggers voices heard in the street
A massive installation hangs by a thread in the library of an urban anachronism
Down the escalator a book return shoots shoppers and small bored projectiles down
Elk tags in an arena of public supervision a hard assed librarian asks for a card
Lies on the phone lies lurking to spring surprise on hapless fops
Kent information and spent condemnation
A box of bad seeds
An apple of hope

Equatorial

Rigger frame riding to the top of the love boat on a recommendation and a safety poster
This is where ships are built with gangways for slip and slides and schnapps in spaces
From a hot air balloon the hitchhiker waves pastel timidity rodeo scaffolding
A rope swinger arcs across the lens of a spy satellite leaving a vapor trail of war whoop
A tiny yellow-brown river near the horizon evaporates in the relentless australian sun
The swinger plummets into the water and his fellows nod silently a ten score
In the drive of the people’s matriarch the blood relations and surrogates mingle
The eldest son approaches the alphamale with a petition for alms
The surrogate waits greedily for a favorable response knowing this provides shared benefits
Things turn bad squared off in strife learned violence between both combatants
Flamenco dance of death and typewriter sound effects panned into the throat of an alley cat
Movement jam through the kitchen amazing vibrations through the heel overhead block
Bamboo skewers put power in context along the customary meridians of seniority
Pierced knuckles and jowl perforation held paralyzed as if a dart painted curare held sway
Friend across the ocean is in turmoil
Submit to heroes
Tear only dried
Fear subsides

Spun Lead

The notice cuddled undisturbed in a white package in a pocket of a duke at the state opera
Cerebral disorientation contrasting steadfast posture standing ovation for the performance
Down the paseo grooved blocks of granite channel the ether of minstrels juggling hats
Straw market horse story with allegations running as footnotes under acetylene footlights
Cards with genetic experiments confirm americans are fruitier than canadians
Even though houses in canada are painted unusual colors and singers insist on singing high
Coming to that stage with blades and oedipal devices pollinating power trios
Northern hemisphere turning bathwater watching the carousel greek dancers handkerchiefs
Whiplash moustache once around establishing contact without acknowledgement
Making the rounds for an encore this time an immersion in brotherly spirit
Feeling an exchange of electricity and dark smothering in an embrace of security
A sideways trampoline crabbing down fifteen nights of unremarkable vigilance
As an afterthought trucks fail the structure and cause a fulcrum to oscillate the hapless axis
From a conveyance to a commerce caravan impact in a storm against the south wall
Meth freaks shaking in tremendous disphoria reporting the glory of mind mutilation
Motos tracings circuits where bumper stickers absolve pedestrian endangerment
A gold one with folded forks
An oblation for help from the source

More Boats

Childhood caramel in a commercial folds sensuously into a puddle of molten addiction
The strands of supercooled glass stand fast a pattern sprayed from honey water before bed
The white trash wanders around the shore of lake union looking for a skull and crossbones
Where a fumigation has taken place at st. vinnys the pilot radios the bombardier in portland
A perfect globe of supplication answered with a handout of acceptance and blonde surrender
Again in the company of greatness a ziggurat rises spiraling from the four points to Altair
Steps showing the length of leg in a nativity scene figurine the limb overpainted blue
Moon walking one giant slide for woman one leap for riptide
A house is inspected for the renters to use for a dance studio with manic bone jumping drama
Talking in safe sentences and thinking in consuming lusts the posse commitatus of the week
Now entertainment
Now enlightenment
Now a meditation on the body as a piece of leg propped backward bend barbie leg up a wall
A prism through a window in rainfall
A crone in a shawl

Quick Epoch

Amazing disgraceful dance wilted pants videotape
A lengthy dialogue lines mnemonized to a heidelberg dramaturg
A franciscan brother leans against a fourth column of the university library seismic retrofit
Thrones weighing metric tons of bare iron fringe interview interrogations
Wrapped exotic grains keen water and a chipped teapot bubbling sinovial cabbage
Plaid west african isthmus easing into the first communion
Making it with someone in the next room like the time driving back from fairhaven
Hanging in a hybrid room north and cove moldings all together with a snug smut show
Roll the tape of a leg thrown over a speed bump hustling locomotion ships on the sea
Hamstring before jet set dance class on the dark continent with french or rastafarian hostels
Hamstring after
Boots before and after
Manic and depressive
Didn’t even have to ask
Here’s the dugout paddle like hell across victoria with oscars nipping at little piggies
Why dwell where reality’s what’s up
Now solid
Hands folded
While chips fall where they may and the waiter says there is no need to pay
The bad boyfriend calls and her pants come off
The marriage is saved and life in a circular tent with liontamers and chairs goes forward

Chisholm in ’76

The thoughts come over the air like a marshall stack three of them girls hear every word
Goddess of root cellar hue and cry dancer walking more than the tender tented tongued one
Animal skin cosmetology in a sink full of neck bones stretched to the point of bared teeth
Working on the day europe stood still though europe was as european as china was chinese
All foreign to a girl who had driven the dust disrupted by a rainstorm on the texas plains
The cows kowtow to milkmen taking five winks near a sinkhole in austin causing a riot
Pushing the lust down from the shoulders of infatuated boxboys into the belly with one hand
With a gesture of rainbow worship the greek dancers prance handkerchiefs across shell games
A thumb disappears under a scarf imprinted with the lion of judah past the gums fly b-52s
Pranayama tribal piercing and coffee tasting and a smile dredged across dreadlocks
A four-hundred dollar cellphone call to the riverside grocery
Making reservations to stay in the star’s trailer on the set of a flick

Low Key Mug Wire

A basket full of dried grass and seven layers of other recipes for the look of seasonal order
Head up nose up come on dobbin pull that tabloid out of the lard bucket
A line of daughters sons of the oppressed class forget to buy water and air and a hit of smack
The dowagers eat last week’s lottery tickets and dodder out of the way of locomotives
Sycophants blush at cigar chomping industrialist/rapists asking for conformity and a bare titty
And a six pack of st. pauli girl beer
An unlicensed therapist makes notes in an aluminum speedy lube portfolio
While the patient smokes a hand-rolled cigarette of 250 different chemical compounds
Disclosure and defensive neurosis
Undifferentiated grief in a spliff rolled up out of shade leaf
Practicing maintenance and functioning independence as a technical knockout writer
Cute little smirks and eyes to die for overtake discipline like chloroform
Slightly heavy like famine resistant dolls archeologically speaking
More smoking more interviews more reports about hormones
Kneeling next to the bed
Leave something to do
More time busy
Let me know

Pride Greed Fear Ignorance Jealousy

Using the device of hand tinted eyes heightens contrast of returning souls to a dry riverbed
Wild extremes pendulum screams and underwhelming recovery attempts yielding bupkis
Baking salvation in an annealing oven to ease the alignment of thor’s hammer into skulls
Split peace superego contralto crooner evil lip tease baby birthday boink baby baby please
Two times tart and a goddess on the phone hiking up a flirt for changing the conversation pit
An overt concealment of stones rolling around tarry nightmares in syrupy alveoli sacs 5th ave
Off to the second least densely populated state of the union address in a dress she tried me on
What a monumental waste to see her pace the pile of sweaters from her bike locker to fetters
Gone by a rabbit run so fragile the loss was lit like venus at dawn
Curled up in a burrow with an angora shawl
The crone counts bulbs in a coal smoke pall

Vigilance

On the west side farm in 1959 with a blueprint of the refurbishment and a sketch of a pond
A poplar grazes the blazes of a fancy dancer’s regalia and on the charred ruins what a burn
Watching wagons ford a stream of contention unearthing a dog’s skull in the fort excavation
Robin’s egg blue eastern sky all the way to cambridge by train on grandfather’s ticket
The baby doesn’t understand the threat of a rutting buck but understands his brother’s fear
A huge specimen with siddartha’s curls and the persistence of a love struck herbivore
Ready to charge through the screen door and then through a glass panel like all the changes
A ten foot tall menace unable to breach the flimsy barrier while an unpainted wall defends
First a tackle box tool bin hatchet hangs on two nails
Then the infantile crossbow and a dry pen for an arrow
The flank presents a target of a gushing lavage and the hatchet flies harmlessly with torpor
Several more tries where the cat was forced to perform stoned acrobatics and laundry dried
A tennis racquet substituted for the physical exertion of boxing a carpet free of antique dust
Tied limbs of the elk forces the admission of homage to tim tiny or great
A mammoth is late
For exhumation

Sentient Hedonism

Alert on the wall for a mirror intelligence tips forward a rice bowl
A keyhole fumbled for a peaceful rumble roars to life
Unobserved window dressing on a red novel by doris lessing
Absolute subtle neutrality with a comment of “isn’t that nice”
When the time comes the grasping arrives from the inside of the skin-kneed calf
A beautiful bow is strung until the craving subsides not as high by half
The pose turns to ambivalent aristotelian guidance
A tiny sloth bear rates a page eight column inch
The report is editorialized to its lusty demise greedy philanthropy in disguise
Fad research continues until overtaken by macular degeneration
An effort that rattles a sabre
Do me a favor
Acknowledge honest innocent collaboration

A Tailor

Revealed insignificance of a friend more of hero worship more of greed with disrespect
A clear day of youth of rare grandmother candy stuck all together from saving money
A promise to let the purse strings loose has made the way uneven for the offspring
Working on a ccc sidewalk on the north side of the hill a sofa arm handshake
Suggestion congestion without a resolve to maintain fluid balance
Up the thousand stairs to a painted wagon entrance off the side of a mortuary
Introductions to fireplaces occupying one of a trillion glimpses to childhood
Where the seasonal angels are arranged in spun glass to cut the pinkies off of sculptresses
She waits in a beige electric blanket unplugged and irrelevant owing to her royal bearing
Names volley mostly into forgetfulness the result of an audience taking priority
A host of aquarian daydreams offer pleasantries to an attic of cataracts gone missing
The sales pitch momento lies unobserved and frustrating for the conspicuous absence
Reuniting the tea ceremony with an archeological expedition the chariot is endangered
A promenade along the west passage in the commonplace hallucination frame of mind
A brassiere on the hulking torso of the hero making a mockery of the distraught damsel
A truck lifts the specimen display and expletives rain down ineffectual
She is the opposite of him
Prayers for his soul
A hunch with hope it’s wrong
Hope he’s not gone

Gnosis (Anachronism)

Pumpkins colored monks robe sunshine
Piled high a clutch of monster ostrich eggs
Fruiting talisman of the underworld
Combined wilding and sculpture
A candle of the light of divinity
Placed carefully in the decapitated cabesa
The simple act of hollowing out jacks braincase
Removing the seeds
Is an instruction manual
For making oneself empty
Of all thought

Song

She moves over deep water slow
Slow now
She laughs soft because she knows
She knows
Thinking teddy bears on her bed
Thinking
One finger in her sweet mouth
Chant sweet
The band is buckled on her diary
Dear diary
She waits for whispers on the phone
All alone
The night comes cool through the lace
Set replaced
She writes his name to herself
All herself
She holds her hair and makes a braid
Unafraid

Dissonance

The crux of uneven dependency on the swing vote
The emancipated party must reconcile against will if necessary
From one tragic abandonment of infancy
To the aged ghost town remorse
Spare time to alter the course
With a silioquoy the line is methodically internalized
With selfish agility the minds thoughts verbalized
Goodbye twin relations bon apetit
Truncheons parry upon the elite
That a bambino
The brinkmanship of dysfunction reached its zenith
An electric tone drones
Eyeballing the troopers
Impersonating gary cooper
But shorter and less flamboyant

Shiite Line

Answering the call in the basement of the school of dentistry to fight in the trenchmouths
The cafeteria is rife with bacteria drafted in tiny subscript for the amusement of campers
The spiritual advisor unkempt disorganized late for an appointment with utilities cut off
Is working the crowd with uncharacteristic aplomb a spectacular non sequitur
Svengali hypnosis after a reserved rasputin has put the moves on every skirt in his imprimatur
This time a courtesy clerk understands the message over the public address
The clerk must make public the address owed the shiite line of elkin debt
A port of call back in packages of boxes of spoils rancid cookies and loose stools to pay for
Donuts in a yellow car with heave on the floor of the back seat
Treats that harm the partner
Able to go farther

Clatter

Princesses sent down a decree of pages wages for playing cribbage with counterfeit cabbage
The code word in a cold world manages to sell books written in the endangered species act
So far ahead of the disoriented cattle puncher the posse looks like a dust devil on the horizon
Ethnic cleansing of football hooligans with darts lobbed into the crowns of colonials
His eyes were as bright as the eyes of his subject something on ply in a blue black disguise
He smelled like linseed oil and spoke loud
He didn’t smell like port and could paint
It was what he was
He said that bruce lee was probably a 16th degree red belt or equivalent
He had to let the threat know he would tolerate the disrespect
He told of a story of enchantment mixed with eastern mysticism
The hostile hand exploded
Confidence perpetually taunted
A bucket haunted by fish oil

Coal Fired

Ballet she danced pirouette smashing toes with tiny boots a sweater with the sleeves rolled up
Into the wind in a circuit memorized by architecture relentless observant curious engaged
Wary of direct line input pulling the plug on channel cats and a pot of greens on the burner
Listening to the television pry limpets loose from intertidal ghettos of grace
While on a tree lined boulevard in napoli appalachia the waves of farnsworthless data flutter
Over in the powerhouse coal burns sulfur bloodlusting rain to contract a lake assassination
The tube drones on about softer toilet paper and sugar
Cleft in the troubling reports of news allows opportune discussion about the welfare of a child
The welfare of a child
A bed is unmade an african ventriloquist’s dummy lies so the workings in the back show
Oftener than not she met him at the door with black eyeliner and phillipino taxi shoes
Gold pants and curtains parted on the way to her heart
The face police arrested the wrong victim
A blemish blamed for the murder changes disguise
Relaxing in venice on ill-gotten gains
Pimple minds with criminal brains

Tarzan

Breaking beets off of glass vines rootstock graft in the grasp of grappa derision
Busted off at the root wilted wine in a boot
Thugs in bumper sticker trikes
Terrified dutchmen fingering dikes
Down home thunderclaps slow to fast
Hideous dreadlock drum circle brats
Spinning around a vacuumed gravel patch
Creation lizard evolves to simian mystic
Wagon of fire badass landscape
Cyclopean orbit ritual misfit

Trinket Junket

She moves with furious agility undercutting the slow growing weeds
strangling the remorse of pitiful angels

A soaring tongue in the shape of florida
Other gas imbalances filling a space evenly
Dead skin cells and exhaled air on the padding
Unconventional giftwrapping backlighting beaming smile
Thick equatorial jungle relocated to stripmall
Monkeys howling deaf and blind passion
Cow face wandering shaking trees
Gold bell and presenting lucky again
Bluebells sordid

Saucer Airborne

A few weeks have passed and already they’ve forgotten soul
The real deal old timey island guru
The studio is a labyrinth of arcane articles and hand drawn maps torn in half
Above arlington cougars scatter spooked jumpy chainsaw penetration
Cinching up the gear to pilgrimage through summer
A fellowship of welcome wagon neophytes huddle terrified
Along an earnest landscape great warriors sheathe clubs
Battleship gray or gunmetal gray casing a footstool to dowse radomes
Weeping putterer shagging spheres
One found there another here
One overtaken by puffballs
One bathing in a brook
Two bags pointed out to the white-haired imp
Pause that those kicks could fit flying kittens
Impulsive conflict arising from godless greed
Folding penitent blank etiquette consummation in boudoir worm warfare
Rockstar weekend
Shallow deep end

Milled Over

Castille in spring tilde of tile over animal track terraced casas red brown crown seaside puebla
Kids throwing a pig’s bladder spiral ornaments sparkle on flautas tempt hungry children
An intersection of trajectories tight and far weave in and out of cars
Wheezy jefferson of a busker kicks footholds into fransiscan mountaintop relics
Bladder screams overhead and catches radar after coming to rest a bounce from the curb
On the summit camp books are pored over waffle stomping runny noses with the cheerleader
Bare walls unpainted mud and translucent plastic panels a foggy blue windmill
An old country barn houses cows past their milk making prime
As the shuffling of a smorgasbord line
The rest of the store comes selling guilt door-to-door
Snowballs of vanquished will added to the jealous bill
Brother black stone and steel marketing cuddly crayfish in a creel
Something stuffed and the quills made softer than tough

Split

Polite intolerance of self-centered institutionalized introspection
A million disappointments couldn’t trifle stone devotion
A foot on mineshaft coals cool under green legs
Pads relent watercolors to shelf life
Throughout departure eyes glow from pressed hands
Twice across the back
Thrice on lintel promenades
Shouldered up back and fro to and forth
Gothic hysteria in ongoing self dialogue
Crying laughing despair and ecstasy in one glance of her fine features
Heartbeats thunder under niagara falls
The tour boat slices knives in the water
Maid of the mist bumps an antique barrel
A century after it sank like lead
The river gives up her dead
Mizbleu the magnificent
Drown in innocence

Sail Onward

Respectful in the void of reciprocity
Disheveled so sexy and trigger happy holsters scented t-bone leather
The model of matriarchs the focus of absolute devotion
Cautiously creeping tolerance and tension
The temple sits unpainted until smudges coat blissful the questionable superficial heritage
How do they hoodwink fish in a barrel of a gun?
Answers born every minuteman missiles until the holy man epistles
So simple to surrender into pale hips
Making confirmation observations
Bring the guitars and sitars low
Reining in a revolving leg for her touch
She moves the hair off her neck
Feeling the healing fingers
Her touch lingers

Hue Jazz

Feeling cheap for asking to stay falsified pride will cause fabric of self to fray
Unsure of the petition exposes a low self-image
A subtle devotion to even out screaming extremes
Paying homage to buttery columns of equestrian intuition and saddles painted with sloughing
With a fistful of testicles a feminine practitioner asks for left turn coughing
An emasculated master’s mate wanders into a pearlescent predawn
Into overcast bomb blast billows of smoke smarting morning eyes with fulminated fumes
Ballard drives by salmon bay with a bathrobe closed in a car door
More like a struggling hotbed of ideas hurries to the pellet dispenser
The growth market will be exploited soon enough and bet your ass not one of ballard’s own
The ghosts of blockheads yell in the face of the lightning deity
The iridescent sky hears the scandinescent cry
Down comes odin in slow motion
Like a python pouring out of a canopy
Connecting to the fisherman’s memorial at the terminal
Blinding bright
A thousand stars
The global economy means finding new and elegant ways
To exploit workers to make consumables for fat americans

Arm Corner

Once through institutional red carpet and black walnut forests ricked into racks of antlers
Twice through an arm and part of a shoulder with a butcher’s diagram dotted lines
Tenfold increase in interest investments as clergy pad the shoulders of vestments with 20’s
Looking linebacker through black robes
Looking windmill through saffron robes
Depositing security corporal random contents of homeless dungarees faded overdraft fees
Gray islands toadstool tables library turn to the tall trenchcoat
A memory of his presence presents itself
With the swivel a pocketbook slides into a breast pocket and escape commences
Lineman lapels latched onto and alarm songs sung under justice’s tongue
Field’s bank dick gives necessary intimidation and surrender comes with slack jaws
A white kidney shaped basket is held aloft for view piled high with loose small denominations
The billfold and other items a candy cane and earplugs a love letter and a telephone card
With the trenchcoat taken off an arm of iron smithed by a mad scientist reveals its workings
Making plain the concealment aptitude
A fund for victims receives a snicker and volatile reactions scorn security
Do not dismiss the victims
Through a window a detective’s holster and close cropped hair project into the sandstone gap
A length of black plastic tubing makes a make believe telescope
Blah blah blah and everyone goes home

Fuzzy

Jupiter and Saturn
Genus and Species
Craving
She’s gone for the winter
Should I stand by her?
Feel taken advantage of
They all tear her down
Maybe love is blind
Blinded by burning white phosphorus in a trench warfare atrocity
Maybe it’s just a fluid imbalance
Nothing a hot bath wouldn’t cure her of

In Situ

Frozen face from flying off the hill through the dump to school with thorns in knuckles
A familiar frozen face
The face of the earth
8:15 to the island
The story goes the conception took place there
One of twin islands in the spring of ’60
She leaves from first and marion
Jet hair and kind eyes
She makes notice of the steel wheeler and wonders
What kind of creature could that thing be?
Working hands and poetry eyes
She is witty and wise
Trying to uproot a flower
Water of life
To look
Not touch
But perhaps
Now she’s shy suddenly
Should I ring the bell for her?
She would think me presumptuous
Calling a golden voice with a pull
Marvel at her bloom

Mistake / Manna : Crossroads

The dry spell ended in splendid split shake roof mildew
Speed and volume charging blacktop wire out the window
Greedy injection for alley cats hitching a lift on a sunken cowcatcher
Lou slips cindy tips pinching italian buses
All the bread chewed to starch
Stars there behind the clouds
South wind pushing rain to shoreline
Hero trio jangle jam
Got the message siesta blessed
Moments later it changes for the paranoid
A prayer invoked to allow forgiveness
Thank you for delivery from a lonely night
Thank you for letting me try to be your good lover
Thank you for feeding me
Thank you for letting me drum for your music
Thank you for letting me go
Thank you for knowing I’m not your everything

Confronting Shepherd

Two elders accompany one half of the estranged pair of lovers
Looking down at leprechaun legs covered now with leather jodhpurs anticipating combat
This redhead general conscripting a war correspondent ascending a different escalator
A podium to the north where compressed gasses vigorously accelerate mental combustion
Rare eyeglasses and a see-through blouse with a harness of lace profiling crescent beauty
Books covered in tooled leather describe the curator’s vision
Somehow the huge pillar in the southwest corner of the stupa is conspicuously absent
Polarized light moves through space at right angles to ankles bitten by weimeraners
Ridiculous expectations and childhood trauma
Daddy’s gone from hatred for mama
Or maybe it’s the baby
The pillar is nothing but jailhouse prayers to a man who serves two mistresses
Vicious sisters dot the landscape
Sandstone preservation

White Eagle West

Set up in the place of honor wandering through gathers in white muslin crouching on the sill
A lengthy discussion of anatomy of translations of liability of the pitfalls of confidentiality
Midlength and stick straight eyes to the soul journey of matched consciousness clairvoyance
A greeting feeling impending audience standing in precious radiance slow sternum contact
Lingering embrace on hardwood with a studio full of spectators intuitively disengages
Power exchange through anahata
A white sand highway across flowers
Over the radio swells whisper westward white spray
Rushing through the suicide lane to make the spot before the curls come through
Clubs project a meteoritic eggshell in the blueberry canal
Overhead sparks trace driving embers into a barrel vaulted canopy of willow
The barn cats gather for bachelor bourgeois band practice
Cactus tattoos invalidate booze

Hike

Sister at the wheel of a squealing javelina saddled with an awkward shuttle on the roof
Around a cloverleaf at the foot of garfield street bridge missed exits leading down to criticism
Barbed wire cycloned around a field of riprap saturated with diesel fuel and stark warnings
Reversing the trend in labor market overdrive and dollhouse scale finding the way up
Dropped off on one side of a powerful rf transmitter waves penetrating a lead apron
Officers chatting about a sunny day and making observations of long-haired hippie freaks
Meeting the courier in the company of suspicious militants a ten-foot halo hello goodbye
Looking for a southeast exit over a fence a green watering appliance
An average citizen with shorts on in the backyard
Turning a back on the shower a sprinkle on an ankle
Up the steps of the blue box stucco peeled and wide open in the base security
Inside a thought races for a heater under a pillow of the bedroom community
Looking under the locker for loaded questions found a cache of grass rice candy wrappers
The king has returned to the castle
Behind a newel post unhidden but still
The throne is ascended
The war is ended
Cut the cards

Scent of Cats

A magnum of tawny port against a sun bleached wall of plaster her legs yin for 10 piasters
Hopped up hunter cats pulling down quail the size of condor on the beach of paradise
Feeling arnica in the swedish switch of yew a calendar making the body a thing to be coveted
One black one blonde a stream of warm water coming from a wellspring at the coved ceiling
Turning to the blonde watching words form out of thin lips the thought is spoken
The pictures move biological tides and taboos ebb from lying broken
Morning starts with more power to them grinding a pound of curare to revive eye movement
The sophisticated victims gather to eulogize potential and wrestle with buckley and burroughs
Sunburst stains on fuzzy board coffee and mildew in the crawl space of the church
Copper starbursts on white linoleum aluminum trim brim full of powdered creamer stains
A speech rolls on about three phases of temporal states a braid of kinky dirty blonde hangs
The approach is made the exposure weighed
A blunt offering from the waist down
Swelling waves break
Courteous declination and the admission of opposing loyalty
Reputation forged
Individuation

Shinbone Barked

Sliding paper walls in watercolor wilderness stitched with franknstein barbed wire
Prisoner-of-war horses held chest high soft with stylized hand gestures
Moving into cages from bells and loudspeaker commandments restaurant slots fall in a sling
One arm of glass and chewing gum welding mertles to a african tribesman’s lip disc
Back at the bird factory pouring refined subsidy down throats of a nepotistic working class
Heart of a wild boar stuffed into fingers of a kid glove variety made common by familiarity
Wheat waving in the golden years of a dogmatic philanthropist free red and ropy
Stuck in dangerous yards where random acts of premeditated rage run unchecked by towers
Putting the smell of fear in a sachet with pearls and scorpions and the dark alleys of toronto
Buff jacketed peons teeter buffeted by blustery gales sent across the ruhr river valley
Captions run on the wrong shots
Captives slump over executive shot
A bull poses with evolutionary advantage
Unable to perpetuate lineage
Finished

Fishing

A wandering heathen in a red wrap staggers through car horns blaring squealing tires cusses
A coincidental decomposition black with mold and circus cosmetics smeared to the jawline
Keeping distance by a wall of money the bitter venom of a tart victim
She was seeing him
Not that she loved him
She felt he was like a pee-chee
Almost black obliterated orange from hearts and arrows and ckone
Boxes and cones
Coffins and cyclones
The stripper mobster had the lovers rubbed out with a sweep of her jealous claw
She possessed him because he was lovable
She unleashed a demonic chicken to rip his brain stem into a raspberry smoothie
The creative hoard sold to family waiting for the body to be carried out back of the gallows
More intrigue to feed the money-printing machine
Find him now that a decade has passed the cold trail of nudibranchs

Hunted

Moving with a carpet of scorpions in the kalahari desert slipped in the loose clothing of tribes
Sketching the band of consensus where nothing significant happens and the edge is blurred
Standing aboriginal tree a numeral four some ridiculous hat while a helmet of ridicule passes
The dance continues pretty people maintain their smile for as long as a bride hangs in wait
A petite head searches for her stock-in-trade wistfully nostalgic for mysticism in six eight
Playing on the fringe of the sandbox black hooves rattle and disappear into a rotten wound
He has distanced himself from the event removing any connection to the holocaust to ensue
Possession is nine-tenths of the logs floating down the amazon with piranha salad roll-up
Putting this energy in her house every day for years
The realization dawns on her she has been overtaken
She is enslaved to sense desire
Along with 98 percent of the planet
Which profits the wrong side
This break can be done
Can be
Be

Plug of Work

Driver barking firm grasp of the obvious this wheel will keep rolling free
A few looks of unthreatened victims pleading for their lives with masochistic eyes
The sauce lays heavy on the belly
Driving a manila envelope with surrey fringe
Volcanoes of dimes jingle flow pillow submerged
Bait-and-switch newspaper logs record the infrequent flyer is grounded with a copper strap
Socked in a valley of banana trees tricotyledon each one individual
It will be on the way to the third northwest
Genetically morphed cellphone earbone
Posing in private rather than publicly pretentious
Wig of powder dusts off a cosmetic emergency
Easy on easy off eyelids held open orange again
Copies in quadruplicate and the paper put to bed
Ended

Humble Tardiness

A warehouse looms generic shoebox steel frames welded with the resin of a blue bubbler
Incredibly oblivious to what is the pipe dream of all time fallen into the fuzzy lint of a rug
Stacks of shingles in white architecture the uncoordinated bank heist mastermind riffing
A broad plain of heat and sexy condensation on brown bottles huddled icy over a silver cake
A station in the manufacture of war desolate outpost of machinery strangely adolescent clique
The sons of blue-collar vicarious aggression the fleshy point of a ridiculously long spear
The armaments roll mindlessly out the warehouse door
A train waits to truck them to a plane
War is about moving things
A phone call blocked for the economic stimulation of the wealthy
A phone call is made for the financial detriment of the poor
A bulbous stumbling block

Army

Thirsty ungulates on a promontory sure-footed capricious with the heady elixir of elevation
Snorting buffalo in the arroyo settle in for the hunt not knowing fear giving themselves up
Letting the children take them for the glory of the dances and singing
Shaking the dew off cows bulls start a few to replace the spoils of a blissful attrition
Hungry idiots wonder at the feet of the virgin of refusal
Hasn’t refused anyone yet
Innocent syrup witted weaklings double for dolls in a cross between a tea party and hoe-down
White boots and a perimenopausal gut hanging over too tight floodwater jeans
Trying to barb into a steely heart falling again onto a booty getting bigger ebb attention
Trying desperately to stay stopped off the coffin nails and the demon genius a month is ever
The same plan the same failure year in year out
The predictable craving for not so hot yoni
Bad art and filthy phonies
Let not self decide
Kill pride

Pine

Bellevue boy bless him he puts on his chaps one tentacle at a time a regular alien fellow
Aberdeen parking lot with white trash whiling away some kite of peanut bummer sandwich
Industrial Park grace period amazing sparse activity density in the world view
Out to help the future pharaohs of america under a hail of bobbies and stapled eyeballs
One or two find their mark and heat creeps up behind the jaw coming out of rage with stealth
Hearing jeers perceived as inaudible prey becomes acutely aware of where threat originates
One last attack is volleyed and now triangulation takes deadly aim on prone aggression
A drumstick appears and the beating begins on skin and bones rattle on a one-sided battle
One final soft-boiled egg is peppered with paradiddles knocking a neat breach in the shell
Of the four two have taken their strokes with silence and masculine integrity
Two sit in guilty concealment and a flourish of accusation flushes out complicity
All four are punished with fills and rolls cut-time ragtime marching waltzes over reggae jazz
The solo has more hip than the other cat has
She wanders back over chest mouth level and tattoos bending the crease of a sweaty neck
You have to start it because I’m going to handstand on my fingertips as brilliant dancers do
She slumped to the floor while sticks fell out of passionate grip relaxed and womanly
The thighs tighten around long hair and hands push back the forehead up lying on her belly
A warm sleep
Circle castle keep

Sled

Drifting upriver at a leisurely forty knots a forty ouncer bouncing against her hairy thigh
A rabbit skin jacket worn over tattoos in the small of a tiny backside
The streetwalkers of 1979 wore what she wore she swore she wasn’t a whore
A bunny’s limb hacked off among the piles of prosthetics in a sierra leone tourist trap
The sound of seats folding over the rustle of money
Edie eating commonplace dogs artfully contrasted by her slim waist
No to the congressional hearing aid thrown out after hours in the six by eight pedestal
Stuck at an angle of romantic contradiction
The transparent cone of effulgence filling out ballooning with singing prayer
She gets shy once we get on the train
Conductor becomes a more and more familiar foil to our consuming crush on one another
Hand inside the sleeves of coat
Light on her throat
Devoted

Hands Together

Camped in the carport fort several sleeping bags zipped together for ground support comfort
Curling up in a snowbank with the dogs a wet blanket smell dreaming of deer on a fish box
Self conscious and shy with a mutter under her breath about how she never has been forward
Asking audibly if she can get a whiff of that smoldering ear obliging inspiration ostensibly
Leaning in for exchanges of information from the nape of the neck the neighbor of memory
Realizing this path is the heroic one in the sense of inadvertent parallels undone
Auguring into the blacktop a hip in the fold of an elbow and bowed foreheads making a den
Down back slope swiss farms efficiently subdivide the valley of long life with wicker fences
Water comes from little wells within mother’s womb falling as sweet sweat on her brown skin
Walking through apprehensive rustication tiny children carrying woven souls in their arms
The little ones sing on their way to temple of subculture
A puebla in strange light
Pelota in a stone ciphered arena
Bad exchanges too much horse in the horseradish not enough root vegetable on the table
Passing off the dropped advances as excess enthusiasm propped up dummy on the woodpile
A feeling that the worst has happened without fanfare
This era of conveyance is customary each design aspect understood every saddlebag known
A pocket full of plutonium emptied into a glovebox drugstore told some story of ab psych
A friend’s taskmaster holds no sway today
Making observations of deposition patterns and disassembling plains of accretions evaporated
Fear abated
Sated

Duty Free Shop

A land composed of skeletons of countless creatures of the brine layer upon layer over time
The evolution of reptiles lowering down arms at the side not forward where work can be done
Subtropical tidal surge creates a lethal environment in the frothy compound of mother water
Away from the shore a salutation is exchanged in a malarial swamp wordless wizards octave
On a catwalk a panther moves over a web of silk and a hoarse click lies waiting to killing bite
An autistic prophet assumes the posture of messenger gesturing next to the prowling beast
Black swamp water walls off a skier in thick cottonmouth sign marked floating wooden grave
Brackish concealment drapes moss over the horrifying transgressions of jealous lovers
Dross clogging launches tillers of ego manic explorers drunk with glory’s promise betrayed
Invading crusaders bogged down and bound by yellow fever and consuming humid heat
Nauseating fragrances of orchid and rotting world worm diversity on a vast spectral scale
Standing water melting all in the universal solvent
The dogma of the eleventh commandment
A pair of friars reminisce about past escapades
Practicing falconry in the everglades
A nun smiles at one of the monks
The falcon’s corpse is sunk
In the throat of a cougar

Suspended

Come to the edge of nebulous awareness a luminous massless intellect of past life reunion
Caring gentle with a soul knowing this is the prime responsibility of all sentient entities
Precious non-corporeal thing is the child of all enlightened beings even those flailing
Face floating to remind the less evolved of the task which remains to be accomplished
The screamer is outside in a gale light rain striking sixty-fourths against cedar strength
The word starts in sleep transitioning across drowsy confusion finding awake and jim’s poem
Fuck fuck fuck she is screaming high and ten seconds apart at 2:15 AM around the block
A siren spirals in on the screamer drowning out birdcall and turning into a passing curiosity
The eleven parables ring on the digital medium making rhyme out of words with no vowels
Holding her soft spine in a tender bearhug she leans back and closes her mahogany eyes
She makes a plan of tissue paper and toothpicks and places it squarely in the path of a bull
She cries the tears of torn souls of defenseless innocence
She makes a plan of tissue paper and toothpicks and places it squarely in the path of a truck
She laments the murder of gentle nurturing
She cycles through death and creation for the lifetimes of stars
She must prevail
Angels commingle reproductive organs in an act that binds corporeals to this world
Against the highest law
We are broken to fight
We must fly apart

Kismet Junket

A shared birthday and some unhealthy snacks in the breezeway
A hero explains the first person report is the only real diatribe worth overstating
People only get it if you translate the rosetta for them and chew their food before eating
A bill explains the mayan codices and huevos rancheros end up on mcdonald’s drive thru
Then the fetishes are sold in the market openly even though it is one street behind
A bacchanal prelenten scraping misbehavior from the rim of a spiritual portal
Dilemma decision crossing a river of electrons in a university district temple of song
Repugnant disappointment surrenders to retreat locking doors behind beat feet
She walks to her car wind flying in her hair and not knowing what creature is descending
A deep conversation over tea and growling stomachs of hunger and lust
Feeling a kiss coming on but a high hug instead
She leaves a tear on the seat of the car where she hoped the conjoined laughter would peal
Within seconds the druid appears heralding the commencement of the feast
The rusty screw that holds the whole pile of splinters together leaves behind fare for minstrels
Two youngish spinsters conjure the drummer in winter
Steeling a fearful heart
Against a feminine rampart

To Evoke Truth

Enlighten the patriarch of esthetic community with a dwelling in reality
Strengthen the apostles of stream-winning with hope for ease of existence
End the suffering of attachment that plagues immature souls
Keep safe this devotional petition and nurture the higher aspects of its product
Allow the exchange of all meaningful energy between the select as well as the sympathizers
Unite the royal family in perfection arranging the marriage of two noble heraldic houses
Oversee the glowing road open to these worthy travelers
Protect the pilgrims from disloyal distractions
Nourish the hearts of these earnest seekers
Signify their undying affection
Galvanize this alliance with love
Make a testimony of trust witness to all worlds
Humble begging

Wheat Sheaf

Within the space of a few days a complete pantheon of goddesses had made golden visitations
From all points of the universe they descended into the nordic enclave
A ceremonial temple at the center of the enclave’s pulsing heart is an artists name on a plaque
Starting with the goddess of the earth living in this round ship wheeling through the galaxy
Along the way athena nike held her spear chest high a steely assassin’s eyes fixed on her foe
Chastity remained resolute along the route of revelers a curiosity of these lustful hours
Enfolding the universe in her warm viaduct venus graced the gathering with prurient promise
Diana the huntress descended on the delegation with wisdom to navigate naivete’s evolution
Various nymphs and fairies the handmaidens of the goddesses stitched the deities together
In a glowing linen tent with the artist in the center
They had come for the genetic material for angels
The artist kissed each swooning goddess
Giving venus all but what the goddesses sought
Tore a weak seam in the linen
And slipped away

Season

A vast alluvial plain segregated from continent by sacred rivers and the highest natural barrier
Green rice and mist the individuality of trees heightened by scarcity and value as fuel
Visiting a place of transformation on the back of a dragonfly spiraling ceremoniously down
A totem of stacked light a bristlecone outwardly youthful with the exception of gymnosperm
A rapid-fire succession of duty-bound reincarnates pours out of the trunk of the tree
The most prominent being a blood relation and a bas-relief toy person’s face in bright color
Nearly confused but intuitively mechanical through walking meditation and breathing focus
Up to the land of the sun worshippers and a switch of yew
A cadillac from helsinki crashes into a granary with a tinkle torn black t-shirts at the helm
She sits down on the curb and looks at the shiny shoes walk by with blonde hair in her eyes
She held him until the butterflies flew out of his breadbasket
Setting up for tear down the union cats tune flat amateurs in a thrown together let down
The phone smells like a cigar smoke signals semaphore don’t call us we’ll call you for shore
A drumbeat wakes the phantom in a tree a flyboy inverted ejected into the loose jungle soil
A spruce root hat covers the slats of a cedar grate and a earthworked hovel doubles as home
She stirs pot of taro with a monkey bone answering phones one hand caressing a nursing boy
The leaves part and an icy-hearted producer embargoes the drumbeats with a wave of a cigar
Mother and child disappear silently into the bushes
Across the rim a bird defecates between the slats of a cedar grate
A pile of branches dries in the clear cold sun
Wondering when the winter is won
Deed done

Space Pilgrim

In a perpendicular universe terse resignations plummet hastily to the dense core of a dead end
Hurtling white-hot nothings careen into dimensions beyond escape velocity
She watches shooting stars out of the corner of her eye wondering about the cowboy riding it
She charts the stars possible positions and follows random superstitions
She warps time with blue dwarves
She never takes a minute to crunch numbers relying on intuition which is of no use in physics
A body in motion continues
A bundle of sinews
Looking for a corner of a galaxie 500 to plunder
Rain clouds cover heaven in thunder
Girlish wonder

Biennial

Knowing the fear of crowds can bring out the animal a quiet request for courage is forwarded
Some guy named mike banks is the man of the hour a leak from an unrecoverable illusion
A character is out of costume and the corners of his mouth are caked with frosting
Talking to a dancer outside the sandstone veranda she said her mother kept a pet panda
Twenty something champagne in the neck of a bottle
Tipped up bobbing adam’s apple new year’s eve
Curved cut carpet french fries slide off a paper plate and bounce like a palmful of mercury
A hillbilly drowns the rest of the litter and writes notes for later expounding drumbeats time
Shedding the cloth of even temper to grapple with a black curly hair in some baba ganoush
Spotting a peck to the opponent irrelevant in the complete reliance on things human
How can help be afforded the children?
How can little shrines come to be built?
How can paint find its way to the curving trim of a wooden shoe?
How can the river be forded?
How can her face know easy comfort?
How can the suffering be extinguished?
How can a creator love this one?

Wimpy Warrior

Ears stretched to the four winds and an inbred seeing eye dog of war
Demitasse cup full of rugged individualism from a hair crème and rustic cigarillos
Sliding house white pile driver sister vigilant over a wet toe the scars still show
Therapeutic rodeo for radio free european calf gropers
A laissez-faire lasso let go in gravel pit molehill target practice
A menace to anxiety hopeful for the exchange of spliced genes greater than sliced bread
Setting up for the real execution of the plan a license in hand to validate haunting rejection
She was the one who really suffered it came as no surprise when the rock somehow struck
She had been replaced by a newer stylish version of the company’s product
Trying to traumatize late-model mid-size two-tone suicide-door convertibles incontrovertibly
The torture continues half a world away and comes to call every other year
Offspring inference forging an alliance of guilt & oppression to fight guerilla wars redundant
Tongue on a hot tin roof of her mouth and hips bound to the roots of the south
Concubine without context
Craving the next

Itchy

A boxer of sleepy readiness oils stretch marks across a bicep skull and crossbones tattoo
A cigarette rolls on a floor dusted with asbestos a wet lip holds cellulose and nicotine to lungs
From across the river a field of excess holds a feast of friends gumdrop with a morsel on top
An orphan holds the drumsticks in matched grip mother’s toes move in a black clog
Potato liqueur in myriad names from a number of houses and all for the pleasure of souses
He moves with rote gesticulation and idiosyncratic habit autistic tics and thick wrists flicked
Eyes on a cape of midnight moonlight shining through the lunettes of a gene thief
Moving through the space around a skateboard squaredancer in a sweltering warehouse
Hotter than most and sick to death of electrolytes sweating from an oil refinery gravedigger
Kidneys puckered in mildewed peyote buttons the corpse of a cat lies worm eaten on the path
A dancer points her fingers at her temples and projects sign language across the oceans
Gathering clear on a pipe of real steel steam blown out of order in the court of pantomime
He is an artist in his prime
Collaboration time

Fine Gold

Looking over at her long brown hair straight as string across her left breast in a blue dress
She had her eyes on the speedometer on the three fingers of tequila left in the square bottle
A new stop sign had gone up at the telephone company road but everyone ran it still
Heading north to the new parking lot looking east through the kindergarden grounds an owl
Modulating a paragraph at midnight stuck in cobra with a mouthful of sand and slippery lips
The airport in morocco lies empty echoic and black floors for the future of suspended slabs
Walking through wheels of brute force with a crafty companion biting through the hair
Black and long and willing to respond to the nape bite but somehow disconnected and gone
Through the checkpoint becomes a nice little chat about being old and fat and that’s that
Explanations of reserves but letting her know it’s about becoming a resident
Certain of income and writing the great one
Going home to mother water
Loving the daughter

Swale Down

Dark age jousting grounds natural amphitheater stubble of rye a hut woven of young ash
Brought in a plate of animal carcass pink and spongy with a predictable vein of gristle
Gnawing the crusty lipids while a resolution to clear the air of lazy haze goes forward
Some excrement eating grin or is it a frown the clown plays an echoplex of rhetoric
This statement fails the truth table logic and perspective and other categories uniformly
The easiest thing to do in a dream for truly enlightened ones is to trigger lucidity
The easiest thing to do in a dream for truly enlightened ones is to read printed words
The clown realizes his puny light and sucks on a pipe of sorrow
So here he makes his pitiful sounds of poverty while the children eat shoes and stone soup
Here the check comes to forty dollars while a pile of powder disappears up the sinus
How could anyone scale rainier when the wind whistles through leiderhosen?
Brain damage is always the answer to conundrums of sucking thumbs and brown bottle flu
It comes through a beautiful bright day a wirephoto in a moldy newspaper dragon star
A prefabricated table for protecting transportation hints of intimidation to try the mascot
It is the wee blonde one with her legs in a sleeping bag carrying on about trading favors
Distracted but changeless in attraction an eye for clutter and a mind in the gutter
When one idea becomes plausible the bag wriggles and out pops a junkie’s head
He looks dead
Wisdom said
Dread

Doe DOA

Remarkable generalization about legs and totems while peeking through the fingers at horror
An earnest account of a platoon of riverine infiltrators up to collarbones in red georgia clay
The marijuana-manacled maniac parked beside the railroad track in greater free mountains
Where does ma-huang grow & how do we know five billion have been served dragonburgers?
She never found out the tape ran out and stenography just couldn’t cover the pornography
In the back of a van the exchange of the part that hadn’t been cut off with the dope man
What kind of reaching out could be described as stuck on stupid a switch was stuck on eleven
A cardboard tureen serving soup to a marine his hairpiece a legacy of venerated brow beating
Rain hunching over the oxidized rails where it pulled him out of a hardware store of slavery
Black syrup slow droplets climbing counterweight the aging process speeded and retarded
Stimulation and obesity locked in mortal battle the hookah giving a humid death rattle
Plates sliding into the white suds of a crusty sink sending ripples out psideways
Holding the hips low
Descending on her slow
What do you know?

Perihelion

Back-to-back sizing up growth spurt awkward lusting for the dueling pistol before 10 paces
A dam burst the banks as she slept on homeless piles of clothing thanks for the flood relief
When the postures erected vertical the officers detected a miracle so quiet for a change
The hand bled into a handkerchief the man led from beaver chief into a broadway tree song
Curt abruptness from addiction as the physicist put the brittle words into right concentration
Greed in the circles of community in the squares of the village in the triangles of passion
A star in the manner of absolute self-centered disintegration from morbid introversion
A star in her own right
A hand held to the sagittal crest in a validation of the persecution by the best
A salute to resolute escapism
A dung beetle rolling a dead camel’s last meal with a gyroscope in antennae roots to navigate
The caravan stops by a wrecked italian WWII tank submerged in a dune sandalwood perfume
She looks sandblasted sunburned and exhausted while the thought of his bed seemed remote
Ship of the desert afloat
Supper at six
Serving goat

Light Red

Worldly possessions saddled over the frame of a woodcut print and a detail of antique racers
Pittman arm showing in a manual for the disassembly of barns in old fields
Slowly restoring some tainted basket case with a little locomotion in daddy’s shop
Campfire petered out in a canyon of jealousy concealing the end of the line of trafficking
A world of unresolved separation waiting to be ignored and on to the next entertainment
Vagabond blonde justice from texas a picture of the child in the backyard by a saguaro
Numbers have never told lies about the disparity of a gross irrigation ditch traded to net fame
The seduction of mathematics turns to disillusionment when decimals fail to soften envy
Conservatism in a violent conflict expedited by a gun collection in an oxymoronic gun safe
Landed on his head that time he missed the pool from the high dive out cold cuts
A death grip on the gaping wound inflicted in the course of crashing motorcycles
Let brethren reap the benefits
Show compassion for chip

Been Rose Sleeps

Looking fine in shorts a pure recollection of her long waist and warm mouth of infatuation
Really shiny this time and all of the years gone from very inch of her woman reality
Little one kind again asking with impish rhetoric if the call is for a goddess knowing pressure
The seraphim perches with one arm leaning very pink in an exerted blush
A bird of carrion effortlessly circles the ebbing energy of a squat pasty faced impostor
Lean wingtips deflect thermal with an extension of will for the endangered dagger damsel
Elbowing nose gorge rose to roof
A zipper pull sleight of hand to mouth
Irate number somewhere down the line
On flannel piano the ache of days
The stooges play
Lovely revision of truth
Here are the saintly valentines of a sinner

Haggard

Leg measured to the hip in comparison to the original down the street arm in arm a revelation
Moving with stealthy prominence just an oppressor of the black derivation in reality illusory
A facilitator removes the sandal and swipes the sole of it across the pink cheek of a seeker
In the market of a military encampment knee-high boots and hormone therapy for a pet rat
Willing to sacrifice anything for the eventual goal of digging money out of a kind traveler
The report lists the crimes and misdeeds of what would appear to be some kind of goddess
With insight it becomes plain the goddess is little more than a narcissistic demon of little power
With a fair amount of obsessive behavior regarding petty rituals and rote genuflections
A big steaming pile of excrement a poorly colored wig at the summit of the foul mountain
Absolutely incapable of real exchange of feelings from the fog of escape
Up to a 20-a-day habit thinking no one notices and making a ridiculous turnabout
The gulf coast of florida with the white center navigator outside a bank of lights
Adorable envelopes with the wrong information inside done in pencil
Stacks of pocket notebooks littering black walnut desks under green shaded lamps
It comes as no surprise the binge has begun
It makes no sense to whisper to the co-dependent keep going with an envelope of receipts
Now walking back through the strip mall with a barrel shaped mug full of sneaky poison
Meeting with the castaway cardinal near a apparatus for calculating systolic prosecution
A fourth finger dipped into the barrel
Remorse in the marrow
Genuine pharaoh

Eight

Walking in the aftermath of a trip to the temple of sloppiness with empty pockets and angina
Tripping over a shortcut to the mezzanine of methamphetamine an inventory of septic tanks
Career-minded approach to the chop shop strewn across the self-same lot of a fortnight prior
Clear water tip-toeing through rusting hulks paper walls of a geisha parlor feeling following
A black antelope tracking through scorching wasteland with a lightning rod sinewed to horns
A grove of maples cools in dusk hiding lichens on the black bark to the north
A tribe of bare-skinned children charge down an eastern hill descend into a valley of squares
A cart markets insubstantial amusements with the clear letters visible to read away hopheads
Eceouec the sign reads finding words plain and unmistaken though the place distracts from it
Hard junket to love the strange fairy of resolute will
Judgement for truth to certify a wandered eye
Half begging half demanding
Hoping she is understanding

Pointer (Not for Publication)

Resistance to recognize circumstances that may render an unfavorable wishing well wonder
She has delicate feet and earnest eyes and an adorable smile over joyous determination
There is something enchanting immediately told and spontaneously understood
The work is a reflection of the woman is a reflection of sincere optimism
She looks through serenely languid pools at nothing but landing on those fragile footfalls
Modestly demurring from the harrowing horror of commonplace familiarity through device
Brown curls peeking out from under a blue-gray stocking cap arching eyebrows and dimples
The hands of a surgeon of a pianist of an artist
It is time to kiss her and hold her for a moment
The enigma of evolution of perpetuation of light of laughter massaging her heart of strength
She is young but so is the Island of Capri and long poems from the smirk wind billows free
The cosmic light show finds her curious and indifferent to others appreciation of her self
A chance to fondly remember the dilemma season and warmed by the reminiscence of one
A fleeting reverie of poesy in the music of her dance up the market lane
Tormented by the wracking craving to spill all the joy in my heart for her to see
Selfish disclosure to create some appreciation of me
This was a valiant love from the moment your energy caused electrons to scour my fingertips
From the second you wished me good morning & I thought of myriad mornings reincarnate
From the instant I recognized your subtlety
From the flash in which you saw a swan’s mouth
By then we were praying with luminescence
Creating room for ether essence
Beg me to be your soulmate
I will collaborate

Chum Destiny

Starting with a dredging lip the crestfallen crossroads empty save a blind burro and artisans
Wharf windows mute ships from the philanthropy of a puppy love shut-in reading pulp Deposed monarch limps lead footed through a harangue of children worshipping distraction
Bubbles of self-pity percolate through the gears of the monolithic penal machine
Brain farms and body ranches with multivitamins adorning a money trees branches
Wishing for a nest of near-death popping out of a crease in god’s face to survey the decay
Popping back down to slumber in lethargic perpetual orgasm
Dreaming until god binges on speed and begins to pick at the people living in his crow’s feet
The convincing illusion abusing a timetable for the victory over abandonment
Hoarse voiced desperate pleas to unite civilization with the source of other than self
The schedule will be undertaken
Contrary mistaken

Botanical

Asking for peace and indifference surrounding the compartmentalization of time in zen
Built a ken for the future
A resolve to never refuse her
The ultimate in selfless service
Permanent

Noonday

More than a little protected defense fists up to elbows
Comportment puckered do not deny the sister the benefit of a possible solution
This hostile sty is a trial for pointed alight
Curb those coffee-colored cameras roll
A bookmark between famished leaves
Tersely fearing in an ageist prejudice being eaten alive by lusty appetite
Constructing a flimsy context for flim flam prurience
Greedy pestilence sterilized with holy fire
Fabricated mystique
Sweetly speak

Roamin Gabriel

Hulking façade glowering to the west where the fires sanctuary into the mother of all
A satchel of temptation vulnerable in solitude opens a trenchcoat of street extortion
Running the base paths upstairs and down banister sliding shinbone
Making omniscient thoughts wave away bird dogs of bounty hunted belligerents
Spirals of elephant shagged mahogany rise into a womb of morpheus’merchandise
An iron lung of gathered silica giving refuge to bear claws and a vigilant eagle
Stealth to steal the bunting caressed bundle of consternation
A warm colored print pursues her posse
Careful to move out of view when the radio station changes frequency on the rabbit ears
The parts are assembled in an acorn shaped annie
One wire runs out of a cardboard cabinet the size of a breadbox
Around an abandoned room a string tied to one wall for a hanging single bulb switch
Tinkle heaves as the whole apparatus swings from the front porch of the home of a roach
The stupid payday approach
An engineer complains
An english archivist explains

Polite

When is the whim frustrated?
Each compounding contrivance cascades down the spine to seat of will flaring nerve bundles
The beat of days of dog obedience cocker spaniels made into toy soldier mama’s boys
Winning out over the rough conspiracy of manly men and perpetual sharp flavors
Goodness scouring half of the temple leaving a sucking vacuum into which black art rushes
Thinking through the imbalance to where extremes meet to where duality stretches to infinity
Keeping four kings close to the chest drawing the wild sedation of solitude around the eyes
Looking for ease of reunion in the construed words of some simpleton mopping an arcade
Glorious fervor withered by restraint by the best intentions curdled by embargoes of comfort
Prayers of capitulation
Shared manipulation

Salvo

An amusement park ride speeds along with trinitrotoluene primer cord pull baby teeth out
Black and chrome wagons of cracked iron oscillate through defiance of death
Wending the way forward through implacable celebrities and hulking chunks of warriors
Rings taut legs levitated swinging on the gunwale of a tub of train tracked art nouveau
Transformed into a ragtop monster with a coarse hessian wheeling fate past darting deer
Campaigning for the extermination of heads of city-states by eradication of weak religion
Snow sheds give shelter to sherpas displaced by a torrent of vanity and the litter of oh two
A yellow riverbed gone dry while civic pride tests the buttons of blue suits eaten for tea
Out of the other side of a jumping in rite she waits with her hands the back of an angel
With one of each to slake her thirst assembled in a stack of cordwood to stoke the hole
As she retires to a further chamber of a nautilus the rules are laid out
She will call to the concubines leaving a choice to accept or decapitation
The cowering slipcovers and candlesticks arrange their affairs to resemble each other
All of the great ones draw philosophy where farming is the sole means of survival
Creating a craving for television’s arrival
The childish rival

Snag

Aquarium filled with fingerlings fingering the dial of a safe watering mouths for hormones
Glass dividing the work from the collectors of culture and suspicious peers
Making the rounds with patients of extraordinary talent to separate ideas from an executioner
One composition in the top center of the exhibition sings sweeter than the rest
Another of the world’s most popular meat source butterflies through the state of chaos
Offering chicle in the truck for the relief of stress and hunting for a labret to snuff lust
Toying with the idea of entertaining a thought of potentially using a chair and yellow poppy
Out a door into the ocean of grain under the stern chaperone of a caravan of thunderheads
Affiliated with a somewhat stupefied simpleton moving aimlessly across a tan breadbasket
The tribe of folk rescued by refined sugar tobacco deep fried foods and consensual bigamy
Tramping timidly through the train of trailers a door opens and catherine denueve is snatched
Pausing silly in the sudden disappearances
Continuing along the plywood span to the final threshold
A tai chi master puts a stick in the spokes and pele’s bicycle kick is thwarted
A form of seeming indolence and intoxication
Am elbow eases pele to the footstool alongside
A hem is held between thumb and forefinger
Proving mastery beyond
Parting a ferns frond
Whispering intention

Frame

Looking out over the decade of oppression stagnation and revolution in the spring
The familiar barbecue of styrofoam ozone assassination cups of tangy pintos flaming impact
The senator wanders with stringy hair clinging to the echo of franciscan monk baldness
Two others imitate the holocaust of airport body bag duty dirty money and obsessive filth
The first injury comes in phantom exchanges of money and arson in black stocks of ash
The spy lord with a drawl creeping hackles pimple crawl
Pretending alliance of the picnic found in the watchdog house of wet clay and imprimatur
The windmill creaks in the hill country gusts solving the riddle of continental messianic drift
A tree is spoken of in latin in two names denoting the nux vomica in genus and species
The silverback stands between the windmill and the student and a swatch of pink falls
Inscribed observer catches the cloth before it hits the ground soundlessly
One hand holds the heir to the throne bouncing on a knee the other hand holds out the rag
The windmill groans out the announcement to harrow the fields overrun with buck’s town
A handful of relations walk along a cul-de-sac in the distance white haired and wise
In silence of them despised

Euphonic

Three components in comprehensible sequence locomotive mausoleum and caboose
The pinball machines glass makes wintry winks of light through french fry grease smears
The disposable kind rustle up dimes for phone calls to tulsa to eat the absolution of filth acts
Stoking the fires of past life imprisonment and continuing new legacies of incorrigible excess
The boys will wear the damage where it can’t be seen
The girls will wear the damage on their rabbit fur sleeves
A hypostyle hall shaped like a jukebox to the left of the aisle four sextons and a rector babe
Prostrated on sage green pillows hennaed hair and eyelashes gushing with pearls of charm
Looking down into her hip folded away feeling the warm soft muscle before the touch of it
Letting charity bestow the debt of gratitude swirling down kisses top lip bottom lip fingertip
Huddled in jungles of beloved trouble in the concert of talking drums speaking for the dumb
Frail pagoda of shoeless shamans kneeling where an italian davenport dominates features
To bring the angels down it is decided bring them down or lift them up she doesn’t know
Driving a tank with live ammunition and on a mission she knocks down useful schoolhouses
All for the adoration of an audience hungry for spectacle not respectful appreciation of art
The moon is full and the good old boys congregate in secret society
Collecting the instruments of familiarity by which the tongues will be spoken by charismatics
A cliffside staircase over a church pew to the south a logjam of guitars and drums and whores
In the open door of a smokejumpers aircraft the fireman makes a confession of weakness
The witnesses hear the words from the heart
Connected to what was once apart

Mongols

Pebbles used to soften the rage of war tanning the faces of returning combatants
Her oiled cheekbones airborne pit of the stomach attracts the penitent with fantastic deception
One day the feeling seeped in through the seams of identity a real unshakable integrity
Thoroughly sedated from the ardor of enduring chaos of tolerating stray disorder
The invading hordes from the north descended upon the high plains out of noble honor
Ready to mark tablets with stories of incessant rain and trains bringing tin roofs of drumming
Drains clogged with hair the color of wheat gone saffron from floods withering wiles
From all sides the pressure breaks the glass of a barometer hung from a wall years ago
The clouds thicken and threaten torrents of death and moss mold fungus ergot and drowning
While novelties of lovemaking heat up under tin roof temples of impoverished independence
Licking eyes of dewdrops noise
Coitus poised

Hilarious

In a gymnasium brown linoleum filming continues in the groove canal side upper left funk
A mushroom of black hair on a stem of needlepoint drumheads handheld french curves
Immelman turns cinemagraphic hyperbolic parabolas in osaka ground level grovel
Sliding over glimmer shimmering janitorial elbow grease scratching rap soundtrack
It’s a desert topping it’s a floor wax it’s cat food it’s what you need consume more
Out in the renaissance fair field a tofurky leg drips savory gravy and dogs eat venison
Costumed concubines combine frosting and bong resin to make funny fudge
Little girl born with no choice of intrauterine marijuana intoxication fumbles for coherence
Some kind of misanthropic secret society where men are coveted and demonized all at once
The shadow pissers bitter banter comes to a hush with the arrival of the dupe
A length of bottle blonde braid is pried loose from a thatch of hay rotting to toadstools
Carried away to the dashboard of a spacecraft three windows straight up climbed through
Brown linoleum replaced with brown vinyl a time machine of trash
The beaten adversary admits his therapy costs between 80-100 bucks a year
Walking back into the house with his brother showing the art exhibition
A service expedition
A surly magician

Tide

The brotherhood of composition provides kinship among machines of rhythm & parchment
Her chest squeezes the trunk of one gender of a tree with a creeper vines constriction
Lineage of a mercenary race blatant and a circus oddity far-flung attributions of forecasting
At the joint where silver white glow blooms to a crown of a trillion gemstones of matronism
A kink in the hose of particle transmission of sorrow for the offal piled in the mid-section
Hurrying toward a sabbatical in the heart of the prayerless ignorant releasing latent grace
In the icy core of the greedy a blue turns dull orange lighting the path of help to end pain
The apathetic become infected with awareness of the suffering prevalent
The apathetic sing with rusty croakers from bored disuse the hymns of hope
She is truly made of ideas of kindness against her knowing against the dollar signs in her eyes
The hands of a weary surgeon cut the fat from the heart of a bureaucrat
Life in childish wonder returns to the beach murdered by an oilspill
The innocent heal from a moments reprieve from the rape of poverty
Just a little break is all the quatrains hope withstands
A surgeons hands

Wanton

A gash in the landscape where tears of money have made the medium a syrup of machines
A hemisphere of bauxite with cards attached to gain entry into a physical plant dormitory
Rigging up shoring to make the support of reposed batter less hairy with straps of slippery do
Two each one end attached with a hanger for a sprinkler run through on a summer lawn
The other end a swim in the golf of spanish rice in a tv dinner tray
A bright-eyed kid with a bright idea asserts the confidence of the boy scout manual
A time-tested engineer sneers at the wunderkind with the salt of trench warfare
Explaining the design flaws of concessions to books and reliance on mathematics
A massive ceremony of making believe things have gone wrong in knee cap replacement
A tube slides over the hinge and makes the sling easy to use and never to come loose
A clamshell full of shade and trading the vices for virtue
On the corner with elliot and a handful of hill people strolling home
A pile of chain binders left for salvage
Human garbage

Bawdy Law

Rolling through new english languages of private forests eighty per with the queen of elves
The sunroof deploys creating a dreadfully imminent coiffure in the man from snowy river
A thai masseuse flirts with bold brushstrokes the squirrel hair bound in a ferrule of wet lips
The promise is repeated in a twisted chant from the pelvic bowl begging to spill
From across the seine numb eternity smoothes raw anticipation disintegrated into hoarse talk
Terminal cases wait for crops to costume stalks gone to seed to hide foals withers
A molecular structure invented by a flemish chemist provides the raw materials for envelopes
Inside the message of the lover-elect provides the bitter proof of a new regime
The words reveal something to do with the recordings of a silly band of buffoons
One of two appropriate time machines rolls by with derision
The scroll is torn in the haste to conceal espionage
Duct tape reseals the lumber cover
Riding after the hole in space through mud
Group hug

Fission

Interrogation of witnesses unprotected by deception in a long gray hallway of bad carpentry
Robbery of exclusive visitation is shouted from the peaks of incensed injury
Three octaves modulated through in a steady arc from baritone to tenor
Useless tickets for a passage the origin of which is impassable
Distorted attachment from insecurity causing hysterical caterwauls of self pity
The timpani mallet lies in evident criminal disarray just visible under a rumpled sheet
Strident voices cross-examine in curses the abrogation of brotherly camaraderie
Time for some cleaning
Sumptuous meaning

Peccary

Limber holes in tanks running the length of the belly of a ridiculously filthy scow
In blackness where no hands are seen at the point of concentration just beyond the smeller
A steel uterus with sweaty concession of death in seconds or a fatal legacy running decades
Real veterans of the unpopular front for the libation of asian flowers
The whittled shafts of hair abnormally long down the spin of an infant
Backbone sprouting out from haunches ribcage connected while each leg stretches opposite
Length of heartstring injected into blue light for the entertainment of crystal beings
Red vase of beauty moving with shared intelligence and hungry curiosity
Junior jaw fits the olive skin of an aunt and ultimately a middle name
Holding the jewel inspected
Song inflection

Boards

Pouring out pillows lingering codes of candy striped carcinogens programmed by 20 years
Sinking transoms threaten calm bevel in the beehive a secret compartment of corporate greed
Thorns of tomboy bilingualism bloom and wither centered on inclusion
Closer chanting to balloons of gem heaps stringing a suit of intention repeated innumerably
The drums of peaceful vibration massage the blue green terrace of an oblivious benefactor
Keeping close to the tablature of absolute incomprehension
Facades of tourist trap ghost towns ignite the burning bloodletting of euro-trash
Steamboat gash appears in a packet of ketchup and hot water is added to make boulder soup
The bicycle skids toward the driver’s side off the french press fog curls up a frosted jug
Special tea is brewed from the ancestors of oppressed farmers growing wild in fragrant past
A cake is made out of the blackjacks of corrupt peace officers and dyed with sweet potato
The barbaric clan grunts demurely and follows time-tested rituals of primitivism
The unaware sits tall in optimism
An evanescent prism

Car Impounded in Olympia

Slow circles riding with the feline soul of a patient teacher clawing when things turn ignorant
Cat rack riding between islands of junipers in the carp ark of the evergreen state college
Good sport dumped off the front a patch of fur missing here
Floating hackles on the wind lights on the gravel panned out in the gutter by rainwater
Soothing with a petting stroke in spite of abusive trials a disoriented victim staggers away
A pie comes across a ham radio operator’s unit upside down and thawing
In a dark grotto of trees the house behind the library waits for her terrifying arrival
The kitchen door opens and she turns without acknowledgement to the pantry shelves
She finds some black jar of illegitimate distraction to allow time to make up a lie of late
She has the fuck me kick me costume on and it’s stretched out from changing in and out of
The white tank top with no bra giving unsuccessful support to two empty toothpaste tubes
A pitiful creature with the crooked miniskirt of desperate attachment to artificial youth
She brags in self hatred a confession of promiscuity brushing the pink hair off her eyes
She’s been waking up for the week of her binge with semen coming out of her ass
The kitchen has seen depression era admissions of indigence and ruin of every color
With each remodel the room washes away the pain of persons comings and goings
In the other room a show nauseates laugh tracks in antique cheerleaders skirts
Bells ringing
Beginning

Churlish

Farewell salutation chum separation at the foot of the sierra overland route western vocations
Forgotten association by poignant mugshot spectacle aboriginal nostrils flared barrel chest
Bobblehead balloons drawn in patent blueprints dotted lines and rooibos steeped features
To the fleabag with undue haste and incautious complacency in slumbering repose camouflage
The track was hot the door ajar the murderous heathen emboldened to trespass in smug ease
Holding a velocipede over the bedchamber as a superfluous talisman thrown aside
Speech commences in monologue victimizing a bowie knife bicep with hopeful extortion
The point finding a humerus home for the why of it
As a warrior played at end as a vanquished line backed into name-dropping and nostalgia
Atomic density evaporating at a rate of ramp plateau to perpendicular
In a chow line at the stock car races a plate of beans waits for an esoteric embellishment
A foundry glows somewhere nearby
The chef scowls at a pair of short changed buskers and reminds them of rules of war
In the high plains of the desert southwest a documentary rolls off the smallest projector
Aerial photographer skewed to the yellow meadow of an aging spectrum
Shotgun shacks debris stirred into a snowglobe of fluff
Explaining the conservative ideology of oppression
Hubris and barbecue
Logic curlicue

Own Lease Ex Post Facto

Cartridge flange terrifies an elevator of carbon tetra chloride to dispose of corpses clean
The two faces of darkness hidden by a poorly portrayed chihuahua lip curl oily ponytail
Worrying about septic spectacles between control junkies eating innocence and hating blooms
Clicks in the room and vibrations filtering down from a chicken coop plastic cheese sheep
Ptarmigans launch scattering lichen out of season dizzy
Reassuring typeface and metallic tongues gritty with rust
Sceptical trust

Market Forecast

In lines her underlined eyeliner ties an oceanliner waiting to offload cases of contraband
The ship’s purser purses her lips in pursuit of tips folded in a garter holder by a bold cuckold
Clucking truckers suck beer from upper lip caterpillars and sweat toes the brim of tacky caps
A jar of mayonnaise dries dull on the windowsill of her kitchen while her busy bustle twitches
Nosing through the conveyor belt of luggage is a mugger’s maw drawn down a topknot
A roostertail of topsoil kicked out behind the heels of Woody Guthrie
Roll of thunder presages the rain thick and hot over acres of iceberg and shantytowns
Knowing place and position provides more freedom to those who live outside of it
Responsible for support of the boys in the network and ulcerated squalor for lunch again
The status quo tolerates anomalies with homilies of pastoral illusions
Real power persecution
Creative collusion

Fair

Tapping the side of one of three the needle quivers in the direction of a Tibetan prayer wheel
Taking a reading from hissing harbingers mocking plastic or paper with remarkable accuracy
The grounded grackle of Austin renown under oak leaved lawns territorial of the capitol
Letting go in march time she is a phone operator tuba sizing come unraveled
A short haired goddess standing for affect on an inclined plane behind emotion
Her eyes wide like cartoons and seductive as only artifice can be when it crosses reality
Her hands come up together in a signal of southern hemisphere points by the referee
To the hips with an hours time one inch apart from her lips breeze from the colorado river
The lace of coronation carefully folded into a mothball box ascending a thrown curve leg
A wet set list dried in the shape of her narrow heel that her shoe stays on
Sweaty palm
Calm

Scorcher Manger

In the torture chamber the level is approaching saturation of external stimulation
Overload feedback loop pool footage shot over putdowns
Crippled trees warped by heat and bat guano
A governor’s mansion beset with big biological zippers
Two states separated by a common eccentricity bundled programs of technological demigods
Square ladies looking to score tired of the vibrator busting broken promises
So tired of clumsy thrusting
Wanting the reciprocity of appetizing lips
One in one out the house overbooked
Integrity overlooked

Northern Geology

Within the word is just one more word is just one more word
Waiting to be thrilled to death
The soundcheck opens a yawning maw a pair of mandibles
A duel between a pair of mandolins
The nose fell off
When in fact a dozen dozens are not thousands rather merely one hundred forty-four
A gross overstatement made in the heat of tragic comedy
His hands hold a leash of aquaculture
A lanyard reins seawater
A shipyard holds sandblasting monkeyfaces
Walking down the backbone of this puebla his hand was strong and hopeful
While some megaphone buffoon stacked spoons in hell’s kitchen
Invisible beams untie pignosed rebellion
Shaking a legend’s paw it is framed and hung by the chimney with care
Making the masses aware

Misappointed

A declawed panther tramples a soybean farmer with tired pacifism
At a train station vintage blue curtained buses covered the windows of sleeping negro leaguers
Arranged like a gallows or at the very least a stage where longshoremen intimidate
A machine gun nest is blown away by a divine wind pushing a desert sandstorm
Arms lying in a trench proving the insanity of conflict
All of the belligerents crying to be forgiven in an oceanic recollection
Shipyard fellows trudging toward a polluted paycheck crafted out of the skin cells of corpses
A midget pivots his way to the coffee break with his assent of aggression ready
Unwashed coffee cups sterilized by caffeine and nicotine stained teeth silver-capped
One of the think tank thanks a hank of hair that fell across a pair of blue horn rimmed glasses
Bluffing the masses

Screaming

Carillons chiming in reassurance of time slipping away death nearer with each ringing note
Civilized intoxication and curbed instincts making the one strong brute a negotiating chip
Road tripping back to ontario the eugene girl was getting behind and forgotten
Out came an inspection mirror from the chest pocket of brown car hearts
Pulling along the interstate the transmission was slipping up went the revolutions
A couple were hitching at a bend in the road
A flash bulb went off in the darkness of a silver bus and the driver went blind
Motherhood at the wheel of a blue mustang waiting for the signal of two arms forward
The passenger was sitting naked on a pile of clothes with thirst slaked with dew from a rose
She had to remind him
Of the victim
Convicted

Warbler

Speaking mathematically one nation is indivisible in whole numbers
Otherwise nations must evolve or lose greatness
Japan is the model historically warlike and imperialist becoming a perfect creative expression
Artists make pretty things once in every four tries
Consumers eat pretty things and disdain ugly things like dirty carrots
A motorcar contrives context of public absurdity made reasonably acceptable to safe citizens
A motorcar is the ultimate victorian package
A motorcar is a rolling chastity belt with locking doors
A motorcar is an incubator of fear
A motorcar is the pretext of war for oil
Disloyal

Valley Incursion

A delivery is made during sheets of birthday rain at the bottom of ceremony
An oven mitt of gathered glass glows orange witness to absent pelt-bearing hypercriticism
Noticing the deliberate decorations of lakeside cities still making their legacy resilient
Awkward reunion dance ignored cold hemisphere of power structure reinforcement
Anachronistic narcissism adorns sparse sutures revealing the skyward end of a nerve bundle
One half of the formula for rocket fuel spilled an ecological disaster on a personal scale
Crossing the room diagonally making unsettling peripheral visual alarms to square dancing
Sweaty concern a human screen during costume change being used against the framed
A cable ember regresses back to infantile supine introspection while also cooking spring lamb
One hundred nights of indulgence in the land of magnificent hydraulic feats
One hundred nights of enlightenment in a temple of beat pretense
Her right haunch bearing the scar of a tattoo removed at pain of individuality
Her right to collect antiques unmolested
Her amnesty uncontested

Pop and Goof

Replaying data through the same equipment some pieces of iron missing and static present
An altar to her towering achievements built on a muddy plain of volcanic ash mixed with rain
At the summit of the siskyous the monitor blinks on and off with the bumps in the road
A sack of tomatoes waits somewhere below in an inscrutable expanse of farmland
She leans over and rests her pretty head on the shoulder of the road truckers lose their load
She is tired of attracting sheep with a slab of wolf meat
She was broken off by clear channels of billboards inviting her to anorexia and augmentation
She crashes into the sleep knitters hoarding a consciousness guillotine to chase face worms
Waiting behind the curve of slow wide oscillations through fast food angled restoration
The rider continues to rap over the hissing steam of a punctured radiator
Reaching into a ratty rucksack an alert attachment rummages through egomaniacal overkill
She comes to puffy eyed and ready for the salient storytelling of arcane enigmas
This is what a thing plus does

Vent or Eyes In

Undeveloped parcel north repose oriented southeast to northwest high to low
A caravan of primitive intoxicants roughing domestic tranquil excavations of birthright
Predictions come to bear on the great mother’s forcible aggression
A plume of ejecta standing terrifying in awesome beauty from a distance of safe scrutiny
Familiarity with flags of flung volcanic viscera a season at the rooftop opera of portland
Bringing the attention back to peril in proximity to this settlement of royalty of the road
With attention focused on her majestic retrograde appetite her line is spoken to the back row
Umber upheaval with highlighted red tracers and wirephoto matrices of pumice pointillism
Running for cover under double wide insignificant shelter having survival remorse
Thinking of bowling ball size missiles would be thwarted under pick them up
Barreling down the hill toward hazy recollection

Toi

Coordinates cultured from neutral media the shredded stacks of historical portraits bland
Inflating sheets of southeast asian menarche into double barreled props of totalitarianism
Sheets of petite instruction enveloped in paisley silk fashioned in something draped on a lap
A query floats by the surrounding fog of fey huns with stealthy obvert gargantuan ignorance
An answer pierces the recessive indecision of a chicken flock sweating in panting ineptitude
The mind enters the order of thought singularity by means of hand gestures performed adept
This is the statement that must be shouted over blubbering confusion
Stacks of uniforms for the ambivalent army are used to make free associations of supporters
A lieutenant is ordered to occupy the foreign invaders with some combination of language
Dull pleasantries in one tongue
The day is young

Grub

A courtyard of traveling indulgence illuminated with terra cotta and whitewashed palm wood
Four in the center around green letter periodicals of old country comfort and foreign words
A feeding regiment consults plans of distant pundits averring a neutrality derived of stupidity
A garrulous dodder announces to his fellow condemnates his intention of exploiting south
The camp breaks up from solar persistence and refuge overtakes society with sure intensity
An intermission of electrons judges memory with questioning patronization
The trailer with amputated means of transportation disgorges the smell of rotting liverwurst
Static reception across a window blown out from the shock wave of a blind blackbird
Under a lean-to paralleling the trailer a stage captivates a short little span of attention
Two costumes lie flat on the concrete waiting to be salvaged from near a box marked free
Yellow shirts of simple design with collars sewn on in twenty years outdated embellishment
The population at large still hasn’t taken to wearing metallic underwear as was predicted
Ferrous chafing afflicted
Restricted