Dandelion (1993)

 I tell you daily I am a dandelion 

As I leaf thru photos

Of our Mexican excursion, tabouli 

In a sack is how we do it on the road 

All poems gone to seed 

Tall above grandma's uncut grass 

I gather an unpublished bouquet of  sights &

Blow the starfilled afro across an iota of iowa 

Can you imagine a kiowa weeding 

Medicinal root treasure, wind prescribing we nap a bit 

As bulgar softens in civilization icebox 

Bleak grandeur of gone monte alban 

At heyday more populous than cesspools we waddled 

Daily digressing preferably from scumdinavia to savannah via wildlife channel, 

Dehorned rhinos roam less lusted over by poachers "sporting" game 

Dispossessed tribes lay bodily claim 

To farmlands sold to whites who take hanni out like a dangerous flower

One bitch of a sauce (1992)

 Explosive or non she asked hipmenu 

In hand well we prefer non I offered but 

Since there's a three century wail in store we'd take that windowbooth next to them defense contractors 

Overlooking the swampy vegetal aroma 

Lamps flying over an igneous table, halogen pterodactyl spinach drooling off beaks 

The death salesmen undo belts 

To pad tax deductible paunches, ole buddy senator has stoodemup again 

Time to leak the polaroids, but frond of fate a lit cuban cigar 

Ignites methane oozing from a duffel sack of scalps they hand out for autographs 

Blowing toupees to fiberoptic dust 

Settling on earth's ashtray flammable or non blameable 

They've a fine fang fer family BBQ 

When money's one bitch of a sauce to kick 

1992

Crutch of fact (1992)

 All the sellout slobs& lesser toadstools divine grouped to quarantine understanding

Beneath the obvious idea display 

All's merchandise magnetized to trash the knapsack wallet 

On home arrest I put the new arguelles back, dammit 

North beach trolley Ferlinghetti oils for sale 

Cupwell finds bottom, no west coast freefills 

This fogfucked city makes me laugh no pacific ideal but thru experience 

Highway one down coastal carved moment, scope sculpted waves 

Until flock of surfers seen gathered reveals tides breaks &rock organisms 

Redwoods night sky beached in Humboldt smoke 

Listening to be heard a part in whatcha think pristine

Without the crutch of fact 

1992

San Francisco