secret tents of Yemen (2006)

  

the music makes a rake where leaves have yet

to unfurl their blasting spirit

the twitch is notched in calibrations so the febrile

clergy might know how much force

to levy upon the faithful the roadmap took a tranquilizer

for a sense of purpose the bouzouki slapped

the ass of donkey as he tumbled down the shale of politics

the virgin said yes yes yes to a deafening chorus of

beermugs pounding the leadpaint off the table

where he danced wearing rusty milkpails of pinesap

covered not by insurance as it was the truth and

good enough for mr bigbucks

the bully threw rocks at the reflection of good in the 

pisspool he left for a thirsty dog

the continuing rain made a mockery of the desert so

they laughed a long cry the seasoned shishkabob was 

so flipping patient at the canceled hanging

the wall was not a fence but a barrier to the wall

that might outfence the fox

the shovel and rake and bulldozer turned the corpses 

so that worms could exit

the brothels chief artillery was a herpes so complex 

it made the pentagon look vapid

the camel learned to drink oil. that is how

he got the logo everlasting the humor spilled out

of the camp into the faces of orphans

until halloween's recall celebration was groped

from the feminist by a nazi now armed with nukes

it did not help, we could smell blood upon

typewritten smiles the millionth fly ate a 

smorgasbord of poop and washed it down with the Oregonian

the zit that could not pop had an 

unelected head of state the phrasing left

me speechless. luckily i had a camera and

plastic implosives the pregnant barbie doll a cultural weapon

the unwed took a seat next to the underfed

under the foot of the wellbled the bob hope tribute

shuffled aside by death of john ritter b.cuz 3's company

the upsurge was put down but it bobbed back

wobbled truthfully toward purity

the sand and storm were one with the milita man who

felt bespeckled in chaos the swan

& the sword did a silken dance by the oasis

the evening let down a fragrance of figs until the nomads

were wrapped in heaven the head had redemption

that governed the evil once could aspire to the gnat

and the turtle and the buzzard gave counsel

to the understandings lost on the fallen

the rations were severely passioned until caution

was the currency of fashion the only way

i can create this illusion is to paint a music language

i don't understand from a million wastes of

today trees who need certain conditions or they

exhume their roots and begin 

Cut short

2006, the dalles, oregon