going dutch

the longbook of your body
has published a new windmill to

lash the tendons of country breezes
circulating across our skin

as we share a bed& sort of
ecosystem of dreampeaces

only broken by relevant longings
which top the spillways

to join us side by side in blustery winds
of harmony, sunlight

digressing in octaves
in our whirling soul scooping limbs



swale canyon, washington 1997

the great thaw

when'll she crest
take rest
flunk flood's test
quit being a pest to us critters

gotta hike to the shitter
rain or snow
when'll she cease to grow i dunno

but the pipes have thawed
i'm overawed
as the dishes cleanse
at the blush of a trickle



swale canyon, klickitat washington, 1996

heroic to ignore

mazda clan transportation unit
no make it up to haleakala crater, so back

down thru the cloudroof
past downhill biketour hang-gliders

perched to coast when stop
suddenly happens

amidst sunday droves lapping
at sun commodity it in turn taking a lap

around the parking area bejeweled
with beachglass, left from

years of guzzling apes, swirled
and pounded against tidepool's womb

they hit the shore much
as newborn turtles scuttling to avoid

gull swoop, or stagnant comforts of
hometown momentumlessness

insulated buzz cycles obviously
heroic to ignore



maui 1993

wobbly in the spin

with strength bent by watered sunlight
the heaviness lakes leave.

in their stead, remains persuade.
integral harmonies extrapolate upon immediate patterns

corresponding with spanish guitar.
ocean eats land to lose itself by winning over the opposition

bedrock. win over the cosmic bang while yer at it!
time molds and decays seasoned edges ripe

for return; slime begins soil of heaven's design.
plants emanate from the banks,

animals in their secret realms unharried by humans
create bluefoot prints, writing starry oaths

within each tread. a bath in heated stone
traced to the mantle of the magma opus

central to the spin




the dalles, 2006

mineral men

i feel like a sack of shit slung to plug a levee
(emotions ain't real but they sure are heavy)
boil us down to carbon zinc iron copper
world market rates dollar eighty scooped from a hopper

in a warehouse built of fractals by god
illusions determine our form of sod
unplowed due to steep rocky terrain
fortify with obstacles the living brain

make thyself undigestible, monkey wrench
the stench associated with the bench
marks proving where turds skidded logs to float
milljobs to japan in islandsized boats

count yer blessings by the ounce and the gram
mineral vegetable mre spam


the dalles, spring 2006

a clean break of it

love sappy cello sonata erupts
thru briar redtape confetti prenups
to carpet the aisles where once we kissed
with wildmint moonlight threading the mists

sky lined with airplanes arriving to land
'tween mountains, rivers, oceans of sand
yer trailer above the city below
(whitecollar roses pruned in a row)

off to my land you fled ole' artschool
ditching one skin, bask naked creek pools,
kindle the flames 'neath the tub in awhile
not done being dirty, not by a mile


washing the diapers by hand in the sun
with taters a'cookin' and tesla a'run

carlos carlos carlos

if you have to tell me, william,
bring a sharp bow

and a boingy arrow, william,
armed with what you have, to tell me,

william, for i have balanced thine
eye on my mind, william,

pray tell, aim, william on me
not thyself, tell truth to no god

but the target, william, if you have
truth, william, shoot it

true and miss your worser self
or i send bill.

the bill.

saving face book, dogearred style (2008)

you don't play with legends *, you get fucked by them. 

the map extreme is in braille, made of creation.

not only does the path cut both ways, it
dissects up and down until sleep

 is a token under the urinal too precious to deny.

such are the footsteps away from a warm bed 

when mind squanders itself on thinking.

at least i have facebook, and a bunch of dogearred friends 

 from former
loud volumes 

they lull and mesmerize in a sort of ballyhoo way.

don't look at the ledge of your reddened embankment! 

look at posted pasts made anew. no problem! twister is my fav bored game!

i jest in my sequestered leisure of four twenty a.m. 

trying to unfold the thing while driving is madness. trying to be funny about

getting lost is sad. finding a gas station 

 that has just been
struck by impotent lightning  

is my station in the night, where hopper paints

with his emaciated fingers of money. 

 instead of being productive, 

allow substances to imitate life i say. this will lead to poetry.

i realized that i was trapped into a material mindset 

when i first decided to be a parent. you gotta feed the squirt or it will be an unsquirt!

playing ketchup is no good for a roadmap to sustainability. 

not even with a bib the size of texas gerrymandered into alaska.

sure, life is a trail of tears. and missyoutissues at five cents a pop. 

stores of convenience will assuage your human needs, and wipe off the

blurts. out of myth we devolve into substrata of living. 

messes are edited not by the fender but by the asphalt layers behind one.

my exhaust is rapid and non pernicious, you may agree on schedule. 

instead of eating biodiesel that smells like frenchfries:

try tasking freedom.
task it until it dies of life. 

 

*the wording on a map or diagram explaining the symbols used.