Tuesday, May 19, 2009

the and
and with
the season
the changing
and day
the prayers
the want
the free girl
and child-place
you may have heard about this discussion over slavery
and that it will only get better
but make sure you get the right information.
because people like Doug keep talking
“who is Doug?!”
don’t say you don’t know!
he is the first person to twitter from space
he said ‘press my thing and I’ll chat’
and since then, we actually had to give him
what we call a ‘makeunder’
we should not be honoring people
we are missing something--
can we hear it again?
"it can break, it can float, it can drift"
can we hear it again?
"it can break, it can float, it can drift"
can we hear it again?
"it can break, it can float, it can drift"
can we hear it again?
can we hear it again?
can we hear it again?

good morning

it was the ventilated night of boxers
it was the left tire home prevention program
matched up against external star-gazed loss
it was the eighth grade guacamole soulmate
making return with receipt (with child?)
it was the ten mile reunion fall,
fifteen minute independence
and five day water talking chewstick
it was the double fat American dirt camp
and it was walking—
walking through town, bay, and women sights
and it was the beach lie on Buddha time,
the homeless conversation hour,
and it was the lust seed in China street.
it was my shotgun marathon trip.

thanks for letting me listen to my music

Too far to trace Charleston lightning from mid-flatland to our California 69 boy in the ravioli game secret of your old college friend dunce momma hockey stick years back when then you had done the school thing, not me who not freed from sharing in the Carolina smiles and insisting old fads, fast food, and western sun passing through now other flatlands—other lands altogether—with “new solar homes” and me questioning thoughts of the frequented stops—remember Charleston?—trace those hills now but with different strokes (amigos): no virginity no Spanish to go home to—no home at all it seems besides unknown feathers and Hunter and the goddesses’ legs of earth with even hearts too open to recall on this day
he crossed things which
which would the mouth
with what does overhead falling
you said why things we

on place pretty school guns
system out zero eight
with what does overhead falling
you said why things we

all southern last in factor flat
the being so how friends
with what does overhead falling
you said why things we
bless this frisky risky japanese life

bless the saturday journalist

bless the pope
and jesus the california governor
and expansive lawns
and users of "folk medicine"

bless kobe bryant

bless life in the fast lane

bless everything all the time

Day 8:
high finish
earlier this week I apologized
-- another jigsaw falling

Sunday, May 10, 2009

5:27 PM


days old and small
we live free then die
on my garden mother
I fell away, around
the great future mountain—
chilling dolls:
they will kill culture
and the soul band—
we are stardust
and there are so many variables
in this private symphony space
we can’t leave
what we all share
we share in common
everywhere knowledge
perfect money
the best stories;
find the experience.


Dear American Cheese,
you used to be the best.
and you were free.
I know you’re excited
about a legitimate chance to be back
but you don’t need the internet
God believes in you
and I love you
you are my mother

Tuesday, May 5, 2009



now just a minute stop right there.
I don’t know you but don’t say a word.
shut the door. stay here.
hey what’s that sound?
it’s awkward, but almost stimulating.
keep it coming

one summer from Chicago
with their hands in the busy wallflowers
they knew everything

Monday, May 4, 2009

second week in septemberday

bright young cat:
released behind the garage bush
and bright young cat:
where I came to know no journaling square
digging for Hindu mother's breath
jogging forth from remember- you-when
(then with beard)

bright young cat
sleeping behind another garage
in this place so known as free
where stone buffets rolled down the hill
and into our arms

three hours away
in white we flew bright young cat
see see: sneaking lurking
but not lurking; re-claiming life
inside the 'staff-only' screen door
sitting with a song to myself
from inspired non-words and then
two drinks with breasts
tented by indigo glass

bright young cat stealing away
in Rhinebeck through that upstate air
through hills returning, replacing
again re-gaining the naked falls
without her drumsong
while we try to find anew;
a new gem and
moonrise over the whole country
the same that we
pedaled through without knowing,
without wanting: time
without looking beyond
the simple laughing return
of you bright young cat

Friday, May 1, 2009

10:07 PM


I stopped here to listen to “Somewhere over the Rainbow”
I wanted to stop here for jazz
something went awfully wrong
as you just heard
it’s somehow comforting to me--Yea!
I’m still a little high
but I think the rock
is a metaphor
for the illusion of habitat.
--it’s quicksand is what it is


they forget:
very strong country demons
civilized butterflies

they call dreams:
and lost discontinuity

they take:
the end to the moon
with this something;
(a way to do,
to breathe)
it was restricted

show me
western moments after dark,

show me
long-winded praise,
or criticism done on days

show me now
things like this
that they confiscated

I want to hope;
because I will.
our name I lay down
to other countries

Sunday, April 26, 2009

7:02 PM


Spanish cheese,
my hair,
the spark plugs,
the spirit of the bay:
I can feel it work


I changed
I gave
I’m going
I think
I want
I have
I’ve seen
I run
I don’t


the deadbeats of society.
they are popping up around the valley.
Rodney said “the boss” sent them.
I must say, to be candid with you,
I’m as confused as you are.
Well, I changed my mind,
I’m not confused anymore.
but we’re gonna be here a while.
in other words..until the end of time.
so this time, give it to me easy.


I gave
all kinds
of reasons:

if you
constantly inhale
maple syrup
to protest
the Canadians
it is
very bad
for you

Thursday, April 23, 2009

3:50 PM

this economic situation has truly affected all of us
but I won’t fight it;
along with Austria,
and several other countries
dropped me off on the side of the road today
--that’s what makes the difference:
I’m holding on to something that’s not going on now
while a lot of you are concerned even without the European bun.
and some people claim that there’s a Tuesday and Tuesday night
but this is a partnership with Mexico (from behind).
think about how many kinds of ringtones there are,
and the radioisotopes and the age of the Earth
--we just need to go to the doctor
we’re halfway there
a total eclipse of the sun is gonna make everything all right
like never before.


we know how to show it,
we’d be singing at the top of our lungs,
the moon’s shining bright black magic,
and Charles Barkley, one of the best power forwards in the game--
so damn beautiful;
(he was the guy who smelled good)

the private collectors were getting a piece of this
and just to let you know what I mean, if you don’t know:
some Soviet soldiers had decided to stay,
they all won titles.
Father, preserve them from the evil one

from east of the Rockies,
you tell me that you need me.
and that makes you even a better candidate for SWAT police.

the sun comes up, the sun stays down
but on this bright winter’s day we immediately head north
and I’m burning! I’m burning!
how it made you laugh!
the maximum speed is 55 miles per hour for the vehicle you want
don’t be afraid
sometimes when I’m alone I wonder why gentlemen and women
frequent strip clubs, sit down, and have another beer in Mexico
--when it comes from you, you’re nuts right?
but there are times when you just can’t gather the words no more



this is not going well, Where did I go wrong?
the righteous judge of the universe
lost to the Bobcats last week,
and 1 in 30 adults in Washington
are getting hardened like a stone.
and: out-of-work-technicians
(who need new skills)
could never take the place of Supper Central.
--their season is winding down.
Today, in Scottsdale, Jesus went up into the heavens
because people borrowed money;
what do you think of that?
do you know the place to go?
It’s zoom zoom time!
you know you don’t wanna leave;
unless your heart can sprout wings
I don’t think you’re gonna get anywhere fast


Open your eyes!

We are 44th in the nation
--so we have light.
and we’re sleeping well.
and ya know,
high profile kitchen appliances are slowly accumulating in our bodies,
and everyday activities
are never more than thirty minutes away--

it doesn’t happen very often.
Can you believe it? A ham sandwich.
and I’m thinking to myself, “what’s gonna happen next?”

I remember, I remember:
‘minimizing Russia’s importance.’
--cuz we’ll never be wrong.

welcome to the savage nation.

11:36 PM


and Years
after the second world war,
we still have no quantification,
no means of measuring these things
so how do you think you’ll try to quit?
you are required to carry chains, video games,
and everything else of value
because people change behaviors
it’s called statistical analysis--
you see it happen with tourists all the time
(it may change drastically
from one mile post to another)


if you are a criminal and you’re wanted,
face a wall and raise your skirt
because I’m gonna spank you
and put your week of surprises in Washington.
then you can let them know
that you listened to them
in a place
that rarely gets snow in the middle of winter.


it’s easier and faster when you fall,
so count the raindrops falling on you
when caterpillars emerge

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

a navy blue silhouette of the philadelphia skyline on the sole of my shoe

the sound was yesterday.
and the sound
now gone
is still yesterday.
it was yesterday
but what it not is--was
is a breathing dolphin memory.

when we was what it not is--dolphins together.
the two of us soundworthy
breathing dolphins
dolphins rubbing--together.
the two of us soundworthy--was yesterday
yesterday together.
the two of us was what it not is--was

the two of us in a classroom
and still dolphins
with children soundworthy,
all immune to yesterday.
and the memory was yesterday
and you played guitar--free.
before what it not is was and
before the communion party listened
and yesterday--it was.


old man old man
gettin old, old man
old man gettin old
old man
old old man getting old
gittin old, old gittin
old man, whatcha gonna do?
gettin old watcha gonna do?
old old gettin older
old man gettin old
gettin older
remember the cracked collar-bone, old man
bone crack crack old crack bone crack
older- more cracks
older- more cracks
biking and crack collar-bone crack
twice crack bones crack young biker cracking
but now, man gittin old
but now man gettin old
old ain't old like it's bad old
old is friendly old
backyard diving catch old
old is you old
saturday sun playground old
old is you old
i am you old, old man.

feliz navidad

i create in twos
that's what i do
i create in twos
that's what i do
create in twos,
create in twos--
that's what i do
create in twos
that's what i do.
what i do is
i create in twos
what i do is
what i do what i do
i do i create in twos
i do i do i do
i do i do
in twos in twos
in twos do and do
do two
and do and do in twos
and twos in do
in twos i do i do
i do i do i do in twos
i do in twos

organic raspberry

you sing for the red bike and
tea bag and bush and
(where the eggs were)

we say nothing is yours
not even the shadow of the
you are singing.
and nothing is mine.
but the air between their wings

Sunday, April 12, 2009


dalmation trot
dalmation spot
dalmation trot spot trot dalmation trot


passionistic nationalistic national no nature known no nurture none nude nudist no nature no nature free known none national none passion none no none no none fast fascist pass on passion fast fasting fast from freedom fast fast free feeling feel feeling feeling new, new angles wave, no knew none new know bright, bright fade free future, on fading future, fade to blue, blue to cars, car angles on passing speed, fast speed fast, fast speed fast, pass speed war, fast.


windows' pane woe pain wins wane
in rain insane in pane window wane
pains rain rain pane landing stairs with pane painting
cat painting rat painting painting Joe
painting red
red painting red painting
painting on desert mushrooms on painting
painting there their painting there


your world not my world.
a world but not our world.
worlds within our world
are worlds of one world.
my world is your my.
my your is my your.

world my one,
world you.

one you me,
and I not.

our world is our world.
world's world but not my.
not my not your not.
our one world and our world.

to the park

to the park in the park on the park in the sun
on the sun in the sun on the rock on the park
on the park in the park on the rock in the sun

roasting co.

in tending time
in ten years' time
time and ten ten tenure
in time in time
intend on time
timing time intending ten
tenure time and
time beyond
beyond since time
and since time then
then ten then years
then time in years
timing tenure then in time
intending on in tending ten
in ten in ten in ten years' time
on time in ten beyond then they and since then when
since known we have
known have and have
and seen and been
beyond since then since ten since then
ten times time timing years
and years ten then ten years' time
in since we have ten then ten
then when

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

handkerchiefs unknown

That which they want to airplane mine soul to the fifty thousand grandparents and their firstborn pets who generally want nothing more than to sip wine on the greatest fields from Kansas to Colombia and after they clean their sweatpants they hang them (forgoing the Hanky-Panky). Though they are made of recycled-content by the children in the far-reaching mills of her own country, they had been advertised as unsanitary. and behaviors which you might expect to merit the use of tissues are undoubtedly permitted within a single fiscal year. Despite the fact that they were of the utmost importance, the handkerchief windmills dealt me some new Asian wash of deli fish. What an idea these people had! Three days and one meal. Excellent, excellent idea. No toilet needed even after they have finished. There is an emphasis on the bulk flow, not diffusion, of turtles appearing and speaking everywhere. Still, the grandparents and Kansas are about to fire the head fireman, they are simply disgusted. The freezer, the SunChips, and the man who taught me to stuff as many words into every paragraph on the paper as possible, are all joining them on this. From where I stand, I can see there are more silver clocks in that trunk there than there are in this soiled, ruined, dead sea. They said that the smelly Shelly girl has more flaws than any woman born in the year 1800 but we stand to declare that the children of this unsanitary generation have seen the days of yore, have seen a golden sparrow traveling on the far left of the horizon, just as you thought you were. and we but know. no, and we but think that since 1955, yet since the entire 1950s, her hands have seen their final age. our mission is not to feel as if we is da bomb. there is an intimate connection between those junkyards which fill are homes and those people that trash them. I would admit that I have lasted until now, but in this building, on this day, I say that we must get dressed. it is only realistic, now that Greenpeace is doing it. and please, toss in a free page, why pretend? it is up to you to visit the last jedi, and to own one. in the dark of winter, it’s them who will find dinner under the wastebasket. there, there.. I see that these children have taken he who was the empty one. they and we puts this to an end, but not that fast, and as an infamous earmarker once proclaimed “it is time to hold on. those who were by the stream have seen the sun”

artichoke spirits

choose chose at stop choice
spit spat at pack hack
rip ripe a tame rape
take tack to hit trap
eat ate a home price
hit hate at poem itch
rate rite to trip core
keep kept is skirt score
so prim prom a cake sake
to mate mote a horse hat
so ace ache a time part
at oat oak to stream ore