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