Nocturnal daylight (1997)

  

Lastly i unleash the very gem

ending the miners blisters from their 

toil, they can go home to watch TV

because it's what twits do best

Lest the miners are indeed dense

Oil must be pumped, the pumpers dumped,

old rancid pinnacles Must be replaced

detaining children's follies

behind urban playpens, costs elevate

only because tiny levers make whoopee

involuntarily grinding the slack sadness,

lastly, once else all is seated with club

in tone in tune, the city hand lost

some of the best antique marbles

very very slowly i will chew upon

art until the succulent flesh flourishes

turning levels on leaves, core heaves

symbols on edges to startle the book

of 24 hours each page disappears

folding within moment diapers

freckled speckled measurements disperse

undressing the wrappers from silken

nocturnal daylight

written with Sierra Collom

1996, Portland Oregon

Bohemian egg (1988)

  

German atheists paint rainbow landscapes and sell

Them on the corner for a cup of coffee or beer.

They eat their manuscripts and burn

Their hair for warmth

Seven moons are reflected in the storm windows of

The testament building, each is pocked

At night they blow lint across the air,

Suspending it like pain

It rests on their furroughed foreheads if they ever sleep

Wallpaper roars in agony. Moon peels 

The carbon night away

Leaving divots on the golfballs of hunger they

Clutch and cradle

Two minute eggs

On the fairway course of bohemia 

1988

Lawrence, Ks

Motif (2006)

  

pluck from yer eye

that which re

-motely resembles myself exasperated

ulterior motives incise

decisions, interior motifs externalize

the decider

poster

-ior motives blindside backsides runnin

from the fight-or-flight

response; no plane decisions

for those on fixed winged budgets

broadsiding homeplate slides,

stagnant peace glides,

lies, embredded

with sighs

Free beer (1989)

  

they had an inedible solar powered imagination

that could generate juice off the moon's reflection

in a steam of midnight piss

so; six in the morning, off to pull a binger& harken

the roommate---down the road to topeka,

to puke ah

while renting the roadspace at the tollbooth, 

our driver  bonedaddy at the helm; our booth

operator Dora Lee tapped him on the hand,

tole us have a good day

&so blessed by the psalm olived freshness of sunrise

they shot in front of semi trucks

awful fast carting dangerous

substances of mystery

& light struck the trees from Low across morning hills

causing each leaf to shrug shoulders 

in disbelief, barns were creaking stuffed fulla

yawns of livestock, valleys swept

w/foggy headed implications of Last Nite

we was feeling so good

we mighta drove a wee bit fast cuz the passing

stormtrooper lassoed us with a radar gun blast

----a pair come crackling toward our car

and sez arright boys lets see some

eye D clear keep yer hands out on that blanket

& the harris boys say yessis occifer

squeezing the graffix bong twixt their legs

-----------O the early worm was smart

to squirm out of those talons

of that stainless steel donut disposal system

with only a forty dollar fine

so they felt super duper fine and hosed out the visine,

warshing varnish off the skull of america

cattle asleep at the breakfast table

dreamed our beautiful speed as we spit out windows

at hallucinations of their reality,

the exhaust of our old selves

made us dizzy, stench of roadkill hamburgers

from hardees, hey lets stop and get

raccoon tail hats, mister bonedaddy at the

helm smearing us down the toast toward boulder

colorado-------What is ahead

whatever is in our Heads------car the size

of hummingbird, radio singing

ballads of voodoo stock car drivers

we know we ain't make it to heaven,

we just wanna free beer

we just want it to exist, we could care less

about biggest Jackelopesr

nor 666 ounce steak deals if you eat it all

nor earrings of hitch hiking inmates

better they crawl than ride our brand,

we sting we swill we skewer

we rest at a STOP. urinate, polish our uzzi

to go hunting the oriental furnishings crapped out

in utility factories for the weak We Wanna Wear

styrofoam disco diapers,

pee in our pants with Pride,

We Wanna free beer & can imagine

it there a seventy story grain silo at the end

of this high way, spigots running out

five pound chunks of ice kicked about

by bison guarding the tankard with telepathic surgery

cutting out our reason

planting wooly lust for thunder, the rush

of the road, getting gone, sitting

in front of the page

22 going on 23

my mind races my minds purpose on the brow

faster than the guestimation station

1989 lawrence to st louis,

        then straight to boulder,

        back to lawrence, K.U.

Kvetchup (2017)

 

kvetching old lady, so sour

in her nest of children dreams on six legged horses

in her web of silk envied by burlap boys

in the pits of the olive mine,

clutching squealing canaries born to sing a blacklung song

opera of nails on blackboards driving

thru with fries and a shake and kvetchup sauce

all over the dumbphone

12-8-17 Mt Tabor

Sates the ravenous bear (2018)

  

It wasn't what you meant to inscribe

It didn't pause the particles

The tracks over space and time never to love

Unfurled it wasn't a destinynation on purpose

It was amber waves of sound sand

There drooled america into an abyss

It couldn't define quantum charades

Not on such long notice

Not with big brother's overcoat of tall glass

Chiseling tedium to binary arts

Meaning more hole

Rigmarole as the axe finds relax in summers

Kindling pile of spider babies

Writing our tome in silk and splinter bait

There vanished america into morass

Made in absense of form

Out of quark hiccups and accounting shims

Rammed to the bitgroin

The united sates the ravenous bear 

2018

Pdx

Placid arc (2017)

  

the gravel full of fossils i learned to walk

was my home and is my home       once

mind crawls back to the splash that changed the world,

pushing reasons to meander

and collect on one's knees,

prospecting a quite golden sun         velvet wrapped by

silver night and noetic palladium trees

things that appeared to be of interest, as a child,

       such as the sky

from up there in the sycamore

from which she taught me to scout

       horizon's placid arc

October 12, 2017

mt tabor

Squared circles (2018)

 Guilt caught up on me in dream

This morning I think upon reflection

Eloquent slow saturday pillow wrestling

I was escaping a cougar

Who walked toward me in the dusk

I went up a chain link fence

And got stuck on the sharp top ends

That's when I awoke

Another piece of dream I was at a counter

And a weird glass box had a spinning

Bottom with some tidbit twirling

In square circles

I opened a door to get the sample

But it was bait and my index finger

Was trapped on a magnetic gravity pad

I pulled hard as I could

To no avail summoned my strength

Got free and awoke the previous

Pillow over square ear having 

Masked windows all day for painting

Up on the treacherous ladders

Perched over cougar teeth

Accidents none love

Didn't happen, my lucky devil stars

Smiling down on Saturday ruminations

With the ever pleasant voice

Of my cousin, letting me know

Moms better last night tied one in

After work with klob

Sitting downtown sidewalk sipping

Puddle hoppers as street kids busked

My fumaroles soul venting

To clear the depression layers that river

Couldn't cleanse went by bus home

Put on a white sheer tanktop

And head bandana and lo behold

It's karate kid on TV at the honky tonk

Wax on paint that fenced horizon

Jazz band leads dreams to peel like

Slum landlord siding

Got a job offer to stain a food cart deck

Floor for plates if Thai hell yeah

Maybe I'll be fired today

Maybe I'll go back to uneasy sleep

Where feelings shape imagination sharp

Offering grabs at icarus pints dripping

Off her wings too near sun

That's the mission

Peace mission (2017)

 

Champlin sailed from New York 11 December 1942

on her first convoy crossing to Casablanca,

here's looking at you kid said the torpedo

from hydra spewing palladium over the radio tower of

wardenclyffe manned by cyborg anti patriots

who were in denial of gambling, gangsters, and

guac stains on the khakis

covered up with gold star families going to the gong show

at anne hutchinson's trial in boston

leading jung Jeffy Champskin to elope with

rode island just in time

to tame the english impulses to throw tea out of the

harbor back onto dutch jamaican cornershops

with sitar, mosque, and free speech

for even quakers facedown in their porridge unbuttered

sailing into port full of dignitaries

leaking from the stern

stamp of fascism

across the 21st

centurions

oil based

miss

-shun

12-8-17 Mt Tabor Portland Oregon

Gist-schism (2017)

  

energy, child of hell  (spoilt                 yuppie spawn

gushed russian giddy-glue           across our lawn

soaking hart roe                             stag& fawn;

         stealing life's   

   cradle perfect yawn

stasis brews                            primordial eyed

bangless photons   (without mullets) sighed;

humor vacuum,                    black holy thighs

                    in which light sinks,  solemnized.

break: (scatters( planet-balls,               solar systems,

    symmetry congeals            human pistons;

union reveals entropy visions                gist-shisms,

   yang spins yin as blot /told                  shinto-isms

   Try (just try, expanding hair                  back into skull

     Extinct with right whales in              man's rabid Lull

12-14-17

Mt Tabor Oregon

Thanksgiving turkey (2005)

 

glorious day! scooting off to parsimonial pardon

excuse me if you notice my ultraliberal hardon

fetch the rover by the throne

and send him packing his buried bones

don't delay the deal made of public steals

nor frisk the wrong majority pleader at the terminal graft

better a bush on the wing than a bird on the table

thinksgivin came oily and we ate the whole fable!

Never mattered nohow (2005)

  

this is a post

this is a communication

this is a spit in the wind

this is a barf in the trough

this is a grasp at the infernal

this is a sleight of hand

this is a pooch on a walk

this is a country on mental vacation

this is my gift to taunt the tawdry

this is a peach that is all pit

this is going nowhere fast dont you see

this is a freak of natural inflection

this is a duck that bites

this is an outpost on the fringe of the fridge

what do you care mr robot

go plug in yer missus and portend we never mattered

Facademia (2018)

 

Ultimately the facade was defaced in ivy

That ate the lead paint chips

In soggy relish just down the blvd on rye

As decadent decades deformulate

Sending ultimatums repurposed in roses

Whose thorns made epitomy a razor

Under swordfern

-soft dogshit shadows,

Ultimately the wuthering heights weathered

Ladders smellnotof rosy gallops

Teetered toward taught layers leadpaned academics

Scabbed in leagues of creepy ivy

The facade faced suns other music

Raucous Hocus pocus (2017)

 

Whereso snock yon nobleman, besmirched

Yon maiden tent in showers autumn-gold,

   Young jim there spilled his bloody perch,

   His fighting fish, on lawn:     vomit-bold

Far removed from gut-spilling biddys

(Who booze-pumpkined) young jim whils't strum guitar,

   Last Prance charm trance, everyone giddy

   Blankets, weed, trailmix; wine in jars

Twenty bands of the city, a barn off the grid,

Folk dopehead goddesses, rich from sold lids;

   Capping the captains, down in the mess hall

   Raucous rock weekend, welcome were all

 

  Die o dionysus, remit gut's remainder

  After such show, such gallant retainers

Adaptismal (2019)

  

the wind and rain Oklahoma

Sweeping down aerial oceans,

Sending water moccasins onto rooftops

Launching snapping turtles

In soups of chemical brine covering

The church graveyard.

Pluck a grey hair from the mare

To mend the fiddle bow,

Cimarron soft shell turtles

Swim the new dustbowl mud

Over the banks

And their fiscal lies.

Helicopters noodle stranded citizens

Out of dark unseemly quagmires

Jesus forgot to subsidize.

Two million gallons per second

Top keystone,

The masonry is torn from below

Where speedboat parts return their nylons

To the oily muck.

O the wind and rain,

Doppler dunce hats and silo caps

Take featherless wing

Where monarch armies once clouded

Sky in black and orange.

Cowpokes tie ropes to their livestock

And pull their last rare beef

Off the barn beams.

God didn't forsake you

You thick lumps. Take your little

Lumps and red meat prayers,

Head for higher ground to spot the twister

Wiping the gas stations off

The map. Up the winding stair

Mountains is true

Grit and autotuned country hits,

The ancient seas are

Back, teeming with antediluvian foes.

Jesus on stilts

Will shepherd your kin if theyismal

Believe in the

Wrath of sour grapes and elemental science. Eat the whole storm

And get free pontoons with a fill up.

O the mind and b

-rain