stylized amen shower

eggroll wrappers embedded with brass
are sufficient tarnish to blemish the least squeamish flemish

tradenoshow impostors. so why did they moor
the poor by the shore with guards asnore

married to the crass blast of newjazzrepast
delivered fresh impressed upon the sillyunder

with styleeyzed splenddour
stye lionized amen shower

how news travels haiku

heavy lady walks
delivering newspaper....
good circulation

promo promise

fabled tomorrow, stuck in her shell of glamour and harpie-lotion
beats furiously at the gossamer teflon -batting protecting the wicked

with less gumption than that of a baby cracking a farty smile,
illustrious in ability to smooth, sooth, and sell rainforests for slabs of christ

the over-promised bombasstick next world i keep hear speak of
deigns to poster itself into a promo appearance

whiff wife and all.
instead of merely retreating witch is the quickest anomaly to ticktivate.

forsooth the wishlesstooth is pulled not thrice but rather dislodged on
implosive advice to succumb on the hikers downstream thumb



*****
dig in they heels
and peck madly at the shell, hiding the pea, the sun of gold

flabulous misattendance at festive full of no sales

festive----- full of no sales. neither were ales to my avail.
rather elected a quayle to enumerate bleak bails.

masted miser
no wonder you sit in harbor, loitered upon the embarcadero of didn't go

for the show bout fer the fullmind blow.
pensive pirates yo-ho at the flabulous misattendunce.

we create our own hours of misery by the link,
clinked by shank and musty rank

to a dock more of a crock'o dials that wind up bread(
fer the dead: steeping relative in a harbor

of absolute hirsute cute with a side whammy to boot.
lest thee misremember the shredded vendors of

a no sales fleeceing, recall a million person prediction
and the lone shopper mauled by minions of miniaires

the inside sky

the inside sky
is a skeleton
of the away of being

rusty wipers basically salute the rain which mocks them
dabbed at by field rodents
a love nest for the cycle of sun cutting iron thru the grass

taking the elements back
iota by seasonal quaff

what part of eat my fiber doesn't time
standunder capiche???

VOG

my front to fertile view
bomb target island
shrouded in vog

earth g ro wing& turning over worlds
of itself at tremendous rate

insect unions consume management
arbitrating their regurgitations

like humans voracious rational insanity
starflow eats dull prussianblu
eyes

toothpick between notes of
whistled treesong

gerrymandered state of shhhhhhhhhh
ear sensation keeping

amerika amnesiac in diesel
premonitions, helping all go on i guess

to a point in time where
the littered site is
gifted back to the non howlie natives


1994, maui, overlooking an island used for bombing practice

hermit crab

wilted under a shell
torn thru the eighth tangle
these kami whisper
cricket freeway-feeder sounds
around oahu's gocart track
vroom vroom
mindsplices to crave indulgence
&muster dilligence seen in
spiritual acts of researching
spellings, symbolic logic,
face full of marbles of water
sputtered high over
apartment towers
familiar in seventies TV



1994, maui

the guffaw of reason

after intelligence has feigned
the last vestiges of integrity& his bloat

is rusted full of collateral pollutions

the mind walks away across
clean sands to help
baby back
to sleep(

isis gecko-guffaw from upperbalcony)

dollarbills defoliate onto ritzy
waikiki stalls

matching the absurdity of shopping,
tier pricing, these words

command inner astronomy
a goddamned gecko's giggle equal-accessing

consciousness sugar
bleached bleating refined


maui, 1994

dumbern' dirt

token planet ruler spermbanks collapse

discredited in future dis
-interest of their poor
-tential, disinfected by time

the They who are the Say
seed sky with Love
to monopolize Life, out

-growing portfolio
stockades

yer folks dumber'n dirt& less usefull than sandbags when oceans
rise to gobble
costdriven coastal
infections,

tension dis
-solving to prove
reality dissention.


1994, maui

carry me away

carry me on your wings trembling with notes of joy
carry me on the soles of your feet as you trample us
carry night with a spoon until the lake of luscious is lapping
carry a murmur over the bristled grinding traffic of everymen
carry songs and their updrafts will ignite the arms and palace
carry moves in your stocking so they are easily reached
carry my head in a nest of rested explosions
carry momentum until gravity rips my skeleton from my earth
carry yourself with regal purpose and meet the stars
carry a palm with a question boiled into the fingerprints of essence
carry delusions loosely and allow them to migrate like comets
carry bits of wood and form worlds from plucked motes
carry every sentence as if the diapers will fall off
carry instruments with a grip and never a gripe under the moonless orchestra
carry passive rainbows to plaster over the damned city of heart
carry a jillion poems in your movements and i will
carry a few of them to the oracle and she may
carry the fallen toward passions reborn of rootstock and silver,

carry and be carried for i collapse to build and carry
the debris of creation from mission to fission

blood ticking a living

one makes a living by selling death in a bought market
fraught or not with fraud and applause resounding
until the livid have maids pulling up the coroner's sheets

to the dismay of the rabble
comprising the effete gargantuan populace
clapping their lips like indentured servants

who can't spell their whey out of the cheesebags under eyes
meant to shine, to varnish sublime, to weedwhack spines
stooped for pigeon feeding and large change

rendering the life in brushstrokes that keep the canvas dry
and easily chewed by truly hungry alarmists
wound up and ticking the blood for all it is worth

glasses of sand slipping to unseen warbles

unable to sleep the first day in my new glasses
having fought with my mom a useless weanling attempting to change the boob

i troll the news online and leave gray masses
when once i'd be deep in a notebook and minceing garlic out of verbs too tepid

to resign, open the realms of neruda as my friends travel chile and
i am cold though it is because i have a big house and love

drafts thru amaze to lock nest in spider eggs we won't hatch
the submarine intelligence floating over speckled whims

as a gift to relevance a tossed category rolls out his equator
my parents damned in our heavens to consign what was with now

if darned the sock still trails a spindle attached if pricked then
blood casts a sorry spell unable to remedy the sad clog of drained wisdom

letting marsh peoples become desert relics unlikely to find shelfspace
in magazines littering the recycle bins of doctors

hooked on mars and all the baggage of the worthless singers
piped in to redact god from her gold

-en sleepers find their contacts chopped in ceiling fans, journalists are
subpoenaed for their headwaters and canoes are loaded with drowned dogs

as one makes for the margins with a frying pan to sizzle the velvet tryst
of a spanked louse too damaged to remove his halo

for the sake or for snake's shock of rare obedience in telling vivid splendour
regaining momentum by stilling all around him

fetching premium dice with sideless corners and an alley of allied cheats
with portents of their own gables meant to protect in the event of

rash birth heaves, leaving one flattened on a hardeharhar comicship
smeared with the juice of a history one would dehydrate to a dust of why

ever singe if the fire has no truth, why riddle the electron with lassoed coordinates
if the refill cup has a value only to aborigines who've never seen a proton

in cash we allow arguments to fester their shoddy change for it
seems real and for that a meal is summoned into which one dips her spice

feeling for the bottom of a night without patience to bloom
holy in the silver quiet of banging white radio fuzz

wishing i were neruda on a diet of riversongs and skies full of freaked stars
red as the heat of a crushed people

into which famous walks are cemented in dinosaur land more pregnant than time's
aborted log, more solitary than wishes full and rapid as bouncing

jars the way one is interpreted and oxygen turns us to botulism
fetid and unmistakeable in solemn squirts across the buns of lunch

that need no introduction for the jockey has ridden
a track not a planet and foul thoughts ball across the squaredanced inca knife

not worried with heaves of import for taxless gestures remain pure
unless laden with mothy sweaters in chapter none

we'd attempt translation with a cold nose and a bottle of napkins
humming sold windows onto a plateau that seeks and stretches plenty hot

under the iron and unable to slur
the bow scratches and scratches and the door wants in so we cat around

the empty place where sleep was meant to thrive
inbetween the brows where new glasses have a hovel and a half