wet piles of pet wiles

let's be productive, let's produce new crap
here is your fresh did i say new product
does it reinforce yer world vision of supreme harmony
or fill the spiritual void with its krumpled donut
all the old crap has been lost
to the grinders of time or it is now unfashionable shit
even free can't sell wrapped in gold foils
the newest bestest stuff is lining the arctic shelf
we have armies guarding their barcodes
we have predator drones thanking the tracks of shipments
we have inflatable santas by the crate
the best product we export is poverty!
when deadpoor, all the crap looks great!
can we eat the new crap
or will edibles germinate in its shadow?
we can sure wait to see
the promise of a did i say new trojan pegasus
its paint is still wet
does a leafblower dry wet crap?
lets order a dozen and see!

coin

it's easy for you guise,
turning over yer new leaf.

i have to flip
the whole forest.

scruff by the husk

(gonna lose this beard)
it drones me mad

itching by remote operator deep inside my skin
sunflower empathy, the season

grills us all by the carbon tick
night is not a period

nor a coma (inside a nap)
it is a seed sack of follicle frenzy that taunts my bluejay

who's gonna get the beard by the scruff of (the husk)
&find what's inside

(light's food
 made of wool)




October 19,  2012 se Portland

race for the blur

pink tee-shirt surge of cancer sponsors,
cops on good duty yet clueless as to directives,
looking gift horses in the mouth,
preaching lecherous teacher lather,
magma wheels on read bike's spoken word,
revolving, revolting, instigating, miniscule class,
kind dumb giant kicked from kindergarden,
through the beanstalk clouds down from lesser heights,
wearing sherlock capelets made of reclaimed mantles,
sky bridges to teleport avocados to better markets,
papapet dragons on lease,
toughs in their soggy dungaree diapers,
crybabies run out of tears and running on ass faults,
the epic novel on booktapeworm,
gnawing what to learn to sell,
happy flower followers on the payroll's cinnamon,
delectable smells from laughing horses,
winking their vulvas at the wrong stall yawns,
snorting pub smoke of death& in like
with run on accidents, glances held too long in disrespect,
make mockery of what serious takes as trophy,
home, garden, womb, library, crockpot,
mildly annoyed by alloys of inferior allies,
made to blend in power sauces of confused rainbows,
inbibed smile bribes, hoof dances like potatoe jokes on forks,
chapped grins on little tramps,
flying to starlet rendevous with boquets of billions of lives,
bound by rubbing bands to make sparks,
train trestle wrestling over trackless paths,
power lines that sheer gerrymandered territory,
the running of the pink bullshit,
wearing slogan's heros,
mine crampf is allevieated by a starfuck latte,
covered in makeup made of whale jizz,
botoxxed by dutch urchin secretions,
coyote's urban sprawl most likely on a hunters wall,
spread to the eagle on her couch of stuffed pains,
holding mountable discounts by their hip ledges,
inventing precipices to scare our folks,
bumping the monotony board to start over,
renude books long clothed in lies,
strip stipends off walls and plaster paris with cake,
make love make love make love
while defining with actions
all we take in eating
the sidewalk to gain a side
of sweet not stolen
but earned with blister feet

leave me never unless

leave me never in less limbo
than now,

under horizon pole room to spare,

articulate
w/eye touches
that care
to be mine

harbor gently always
in my moorings,

life of my love
a new sky yawning
as one clears the bar from the downside of "get it?"

:inspect: respect
w/abandon

give us all you got
to crown the totem,

sideways hung martyr.

she who watches

she who watches wears no watch
and will use monsters of swirling deep currents
to oil the rocky cogs
with sightseer's search for great photos
grinding pink life into
a White River so called
from mt.hood it cuts like crack or butter,
turgid
fevered
power incarnate
creator that eats camera chimeras

born of glaciers,
wreathed in writhing
desert sagacity

4th of July

fireworks celebrate the 4th of july sky over the gulf of persia
and you're in italy, sleeping off a siesta,

the plane's passengers crossing the channel to their homes
smelling of lebanese meats& spices, the sound of silly children

happy to see their daddy, the spouse's complaint
of the local vicious dog that terrorizes the meter reader

just doing his rounds, and i'm pitching horseshoes
in oklahoma, taking aim and firing with my lower lip

silently chewed in contemplation
throwing my shoe& hoping for a ringer

as the macho burst of fireworks resounds in my mind
&all i felt was disgust, a dust gust of remorse,

dashdashdash dotdotdotting thru all the miles times& warzones,
all i felt from this celebration of isolation was nausea,

mind churning with visions of bloated floating dead
O spangled banner of of amerika who'd guess

you're not an island? surrounded by mental waters, you only lower
your drawbridge to send out armed salesmen

what carrion you produce along the skyways of commerce!
what blisters swelling on your triggers of ignorance,

what vain nationalism with your civil plights
& condom nation of others! and here, what say i of myself?

i too am amerika
i too an isolatoe

but i think and think that my dream has abandoned me
expand the terroritories into hearts of love,

knock out those with too much to give
wrap nature in disposable diapers and talcum consciences

by proclaiming (i am not) me
we swear it don't hurt though the drought burns pink skin

patriots! independence day
fade away like a pipe bomb

like a stomach ache
like comparisons that knot the side& shatter our illusory caskets!





1989 Midland Review #5
Oklahoma State Univ.

Iran Flight 665

"While flying in Iranian airspace over Iran's territorial waters in the Persian Gulf on its usual flight path, it was destroyed by the United States Navy guided missile cruiserUSS Vincennes (CG-49). All 290 onboard including 66 children and 16 crew perished."

& eat shit CIA.

conjugations of beauty

blessed by a true lover, honored by
the grace of surreal, i relish my orbit

thru time in the factory of libraries of deciphered
conjugations of beauty----

this leading trail of incense, this
premonition of chosen exactitudes,

fallopian utopia of poetry can be caressed
as earthiness in an amateur's paws

it can be eMailed or chainmailed
joking jesterlike before the courts

it crests as a sigh& languishes
on the backs of eyelids far from home

it drives a limo uphill to a crudboard home
where a modest crowd, decked out in

austere hilarity, graces the wildflowers
heralding a chemistry of conditions:

sunlight, dew, friendship enigma anomaly
plus natural spice




swale canyon, wa. 1999

i make love

i make love with my eyes
because i wish to be seen through, i

make love with my tongue
because i wish to be heard, i

make love with my touch
because i desire you you your uh-huh, i

make live with my food
because i will be devoured, i

make love in my music
because the ear is the best orifice, i

make love in the street
because the forests are gone& felled

&sent to the mills of japan

the ditch undug

one plants seeds in a greenish house
&clears space

for barn, wonders and lusts on time
with art's promise after giving

oneself a halfhour to peruse
library nooks

whose due date can be extended by umbilical redtape
of ordering instant fuzzy ducks,

incubating no sense
unless one sees all as a pipeline& all

as the ditch
needing to be dug




swale canyon, wash. 1999

finite take mean form

ice shelf is nibbled away to the

music of classical guitar and refrigerator

hum, this is how the ideas come, shave points

deducted to feed the rising

seize, whales eat golf balls

wrapped in kelp,

thaw out one species as the others are annihilated

it is about shipping lanes

& oil production,

about using. lapping away the horizon,

making finite take mean form.

4-26-12 SE Portland

PoorLandia's TryDent

parody parity begins with pTown hilarity,

spurtLandia pretensions encapsulated

making fun of fomented freeSpirits

as they quote unquote pLay,

working off pHat distinctions of our acidic

imbalances,

yeastCoast mixTape monkeys (quote:unquote

around with oHsue primate skytrolley

takes two ends for middle gRound

to harbor passages

that is why the show is so well received:

aerial detachment, built on the backs of the pRow

-lariat gentry, once of elA, always

of sell-out A fellow angel booted out off the southBank,

not from hearing range

but from sneering plane,

taking the Lorne Wolf back to snIde-a-ho

for a dressing down

starting with hAiry Shearerings

&ending with a canadian Mounty trucking your sass

back to the LA echochamber

from which comedy is inCubeAted on other's expense accounts.

what is not funny

is what they avoid at all cost: vapid whiffs of one's own sold out soul,

french drains put in where

self mockery never rains. much less feeds a fake dynasty

than dines on our nasty

foie de mardi gras, Yently.