delilah just gave a trim,
The fortitude special
let me buff yer halo
venus caterwauled
some pompous twit, their incandescent
parlevous rusty
if the shoe fits,
a wooden spoon between the teeth
in agitated modes
makes mutter hubbard saintly
never say never said never
pulling the locks in class
samson weakly howled
pay attention, charon for zeus piped up
we take venmo, slouch
wooden nickels
also
one foot in the stave of a stove moat
searching for meaning's orphans
derelict as advertised, and full of high dollar vinegar
attracting more sugar than flies can
pass thru an oligarch's sty
splintered into bacon only francis can sell
on a seashore swilling troll snores
harpy harpooning lampooned hydrofoils
skimming over the hedge fund miasma
at once encircling
and at once disappearing into reverse smoke
tossing unmeant utopias
atop the smearamid
2020
grasshopper on the warm autumn wall, sun
rounding the rough plank
getting painted, perfect leaves
welcome the veneer of human effort,
well until
i come across a squished squirrel in the residential
street, i pull and fling
it by its death costume
to some grassy crevasse
by a fence, that's better
2019
Wind sweeping tree tops so luscious,
Threnody of poverty
Aisles of leaves unwrapping
Evening's gold bars
From nocturne's sultry cogs,
Tossing all human care
Like an olive oiled salad.
2019
Good if children never know existentialism
Or sophistry or cognitive dissonance,
Ostriches are make believe chickens
And Charles Dickens was a
Chimney sweeper of clean coal
And Twain appeared in blackface only
To be stricken from the curriculum
Used to mop up the
Overflowing levees
Good, better to never know the arc
Of history or donny darkos
Apotheosis
Or the ways to neutralize satire
Or how to eat spaghetti with
Both spoon and fork,
That's not existential
That's team twerk.
2019
under apple roots chrome gnarled
merry her basket all berries bursting,
chirp cats birding.
watercolors all time revealed,
priceless spider tagged whisper.
trout paused under olive pelt shadows,
history pastiche drunk on fertile
weanings over sun scoured feet magnets
calendar collects as stream pools
murky his brisket all brimming
beside grail grackles grinning,
suspect.
2019
Of course mosquitos after blackberry
Shoots send blood into the breeze,
Peahens call over the hillside
At dusk, I saw two fuzzy chicks
Run after their scavenging royals
Not sure which is worse
Fresh scrapes or the predators
My day started great
I had a dream with Mesa
She was a silly kid having fun
The peahens howl behind in other trees
Fucking fireworks those sad birds
They made it thru a windstormed rain
Neither worse nor well,
America.
2019
Rex
Sitting at the park, moonlight lonesome asks fetch my poem
No I demure, 'tis for my daughters
Better make it good jerk the moon swings between trees
Oh how other me in my eyore voice drinking a small can of priceless
Who crushed who heart ten years ago
Was it pressed in a library book overdue?
They'd do impromptu plays, maybe ten minutes of practice out of sight
Our living room kept getting smaller over the years , Natalie's paintings everywhere
We had a hearth however with a beautiful woman holding her violin almost correctly at rest
I bought them violins a few years back, thought they'd beg for lessons
Isis loved dance and drawing and poetry, who's to prioritize
Mesa loved making cartoon stories with narratives, we have them today in storage
The girls had their own rooms
We had a bathroom connected to the master bedroom
It wasn't fort anomaly but the cul de sac was only blocks from their k thru 8
I had 5 gigs, jewelry at the psm, music all over town with famous old folks, painting the kingmakers home in eastmoreland, making delivering salsa to 12 mile, being a father husband poet
I made up stories every night to put the girls to sleep
I'd done that their whole lives
Now I'm not sure they remember anything
Creston friends and once verboten family, the wedge appeals to adolescence, interrogation knows
Ten years later they're women not girls they call their own shots
They got mom on speed dial and if my text arrives on a day of the week I'm subject to scorn and advice
Silence also intrudes
In a city not your hometown but one where all the sudden fuck i gotta buy my own quesadilla
dawns.
April 29, 2024
Blessings drizzle morning alive as the routine rolls, familiar and copacetic
Amounting to gratitude for basic standards of existence
Not stepping on toes or overviewing the panorama, taking foul with fair in bemusement
An obstacle dissolved
With my violin in a dry warm velvet case next to me on the tolerable bus
Downtown ahead in a wash exponentially gray, like Avalons seedy cloak, lumbering slowly over the ruts
Rain carves into every wrinkle the path reminds in stacatto transit sway
when the qualms are exorcised&
monsters melt, you see into the radiant night
investing my innermost groves
then your purr creates my soul
in one fell swoop& fuses
us beyond reason
toward laughter's song and patch
of tears raining for earth's scars
feeling memo fossils embedded
in art, alchemy of time water& rock,
essential as pine pipe& grace,
consciousness free
FLB 1996
Swale Canyon, Washington
why aren't you taller richer and more quiet about my loudness
why haven't you had a political lobotomy today
why can't we agree on where to destroy the agreements
where have you not been since we last didn't part
why doesn't our zen include kung- flewn anti tropes
why didn't you grow more hair as a 50 year old with a winging scapula
why aren't you fat with alzheimer's and swiss bank six pack abs
what did you do with my plush multiverse of dystopias
these are a few of our insomniac themes
you don't love me wit out no money
you don't care with no frizzy car
you ain't a dude man wit out skank on the bump
you ain't worth wax said the mothlike approach
these are a stew of our stony hard memes
where is the handspit agreement we made in valhalla
who's got the title and where is her blowtorch
how's 7 years of empty holidays taste can i share some relish
where did they hide me old turkey plate?
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i'll pave the way vanquish braincell
lay down my cape in a squall
truck in the muckety mucks later
pulitzers howitzers jazz peeps darth vader
a green room hobnobbing moment i croak
break out yer best cape, bloke
i roughed in, you touch up my slouch
don't spill caviar on the couch
S'not deprecating to self, yer wrong
chiselled commandments left in song
thou shall slam pabst, drive shit cars
to pen as a snock found o my stars
*
Oatmeal and tea and women hippy
Sweet tooth got fangs a bite grumpy
Generous withdraw sketch a letch in prime
You'll hear of him skunking prine
*
A tomato bath, a eight track tape
That overture misguided, peck on nape
Fang get restless, jocko need new environs
I'll play Papa G if he hiring
*
Letch in a lurch book em at Church
They busy on circuit, a county size radius
Sit floored on floor stoned as a moor
Sneak out, the sell outs packed in bore
Borrow Snock gently Seattle needle bluntly
Kill pendleton one swig at a plaid fad
Klieg light might suit vegan leather astute
Shhh, eye dart he bout to start.....reboot
Forty summers pass, wrinkle takes the lane
Where freckle yawned stretched
Implosion propelled was it me
First against the force field of hometown
Then on to kansas
Then off to oregon
Wilderness of washington
Yearbook matriculates family self defines
Mullets return in style, homeschooling play hooky
Summer one, summer two, summer 23,
Summer 38
Where cold war and pac man and newwave
Stood now hot war and AI and lo fi blast
Conformity dance still jiggles
Freckle caught in a wrinkle all the rage
That's a sad camera lens, babygurl
It's all manufacturing, consumption quota
The degree mill, off kilter needs janitors
Make handmaid hands to dissemble trades
Slowbot thinks at us
trump says putin has ‘gone crazy’
before, vlad was at normal camp
pot screams kettle blackwater a cure
put yer shirt on, vlad
stable genius felon wrote the map to
cray cray
gameboard leads from panama to once-greenland to gaza thru gulf-merika before fracking a haven canada
boat fell off the dock
who wouldn't let heads roll
merdemorial french slap just foreplay
drown doldrums in love letters leaves,
bonfires escaped, pack rat unpleased,
tally the kisses promise delivered
savor perfumes paper misted
dwell on the images photo bona fide,
passionate cave art even Time can't hide
ultimate pledges, sweet pain of youth
harmonious contracts, poetry forsooth
floats maelstroms in love letters haunts,
waves enamored on bilge-brine trypot;
syrup the hauls of romances long won
far out at sea, in homes silkworm spun,
kiss the tangible, her tangy wood skin,
touch stamps on the letter
her heart made so thin,
sniff detail, canter& lope of souls fixed,
read touchings in word forged lunatic bliss
12-15-17
portland
let me mull, mull, mull it over, under the table
spend the daze, daze, dazed on fables,
give him rope, rope, rope made of sable,
cheer bad tweets, tweets, tweets smelling of stables
ride 'em slow, slow, slow as a bullfrog
tie him right, tight, righty snuggems as a dull hog,
fat him fine, fine, fine with salty time
pepper his sass, sass, sass with more mulling wine
go poke, poke it spinal, check trichinosis;
see the k, g, b------that's GOP's hostess;;
feed it back, back, back in their dacha mimosas:
while we mull, mull, mull it round wanted postas;
let don steep, steep, steep simmering hell
let 'em rot, rot, rot in warranted cells.
12-15-17 portland
four hart in a stream owned by tomorrow
whose factory-sluice death runs cold their marrow
three eagles gnaw salmon killed off by tycoons,
ten aeons hence, one mushroom-cloud june,
storm clouds are canned, come popping from nodes
on digital whims and oligarch codes
nine wolves deep cave resting, prowling nocturnal
five winds sub-arctic, hell cats primordial
cubicle glacier, our snowshoe of speed
runs factory precision on table spread greed
a billion tonnes calving but who really counts
our personal souls droppings: a whopping one ounce
floating past gods, their form in the doe
our human waste frozen and nowhere to go
2017
throngs emerge to see the bloodmoon
their cars coagulate our street
on mount tabor, the extinct volcano hill
that rises a view to distant glory.
i came up on the belmont fifteen,
as it reached my number
cars were doing scatterbrained ad litems
and the bus clipped a parked car,
another whale beached by minnows
waves and real things.
what seems a crowd is a hemorrhage
in a literary romantic way,
as our telescopes are tampons we carry for bulletwounds
or great mileage scars are worn on our sleeves
turning breath to a frame for sky
or the thing shaped meanly many
there for the show
there on a hill
feeling blood in a moon mostly tainted
by men and the things above.
2015
her body is a catapult for her eyes
her eyes are battering rams her touch is a torch
her moat has never been fathomed
her falcon faints at smells of springs
her tournament is a testament to lust
her banners are censored of color
her chainmail chastity belt has been picked
her horns mimic herald hounds retreating
her tower inspires clouds revolving
her dragon is inspiration for ruthless whim
her bard is bored her vats of oil make heathen salad
her eclipsed eyes hurl one to her floor
her garlic garlands waft over the compound
her totem is a mouse who never scampers
her dignity only shifts to feign endearment
_______
his curvature is a used albatross
his wingspan exceeds his attention span
his sand sandwich was prescribed for acute gastritis
his chaffed epidermis reveals an aptitude
his rebellious lassitude falls flat even though
his dimples are plates of twinkle on double bankrupt lawns
his tarnished trophy is a magnet for suburb dust
his only excuse is complete nausea& holistic miscarriage
his only figures of speech are rolling blobs of muscle
his favorite move was never recorded
his pulse a poem doomed to devour critics
his collections of butterfly parts all flunked
his oldest mop had never seen the floor
his nostrils dialate before magistrates
his only alibi was the remorseful albatross
his parents bought the highway new stripes
his good grades were a curse to the nation
his relations were proud and typically underdeveloped
his breath sought garlic and garlic it found
_______
they fly in sounds of grocery carts crumbling
they make shapes of planned crowds
they harm air by living meat lies
they met maker every morning for an audit
they are scarcely audible at our range of reason
they hunger to get muddy and fart
they pieced together a new orchestra of smiles
they hurry to seem casual
they shudder inbetween the commercials
they cook their pets al dente they spoon out greetings
they make love to the gutter or the web of time
they learn to lace their gravity suit
they pray to various concepts entrapped in motive
they ride bicycles for fun they windowshop the huts of the amazon
they glue new hair on shaved continents
they see as they are seen to be wary
_________
we were related the moment we wept
we never go to the cinema without mace or smuggled candy
we lean toward aggressive heros in passive modes
we wrecked the kite in a powerline and lived
we got drunk off of trestle rain we threw spitwads
we groom bed for action we install security systems for cribs
we sing only when not showered by shards
we polka tango breakdance but never swing
we drove over the city for a bag of lousy grass
we work for those who eat and sleep also
we slop tweet and compete for a living we told the cops nothing
we became the fled shadows that haunt extradition
we smoked the evidence in a sunset of style
we sold the portfolio to a wildlife conservatory
we poke our forks in the mud for spring taters
we eat the pototos and garlic
written March 20, year unknown--the Dulles
approach with literary sensibility
& bar oil, saws gotta see
knot gotta drive thru,
veer round
skip passage and come back
as seedling roots ( verb) meet pebble
drive round
help
*
he croak, pond croak
water seasonal, frog seasonal
song seasonal spice silence
*
lived large in hobo shoe
he'd go barefoot at the crackbud not literally
adoring youth seasoned by age
listen my gnarl
ponder this bunion
let me get you fresh laces they'd insist
how bout a polish or new insole
that'd hamper my inflections he rejoined
drank admiration from a pitcher
woke up across the river
river of never changed a diaper since BC
got on famously with starry gazed does
stare down dumb bucks
it's all open mic hour to redwood
yawning too much effort snark wood just sound, warm up a few moments, creak off
ill just take roots with me
'casing i need em the plastron glide
fertile ground just yonder
SE Portland
Free choice formed 3 daughters
Free choice sidestepped rattlers
Free choice had a field day
Free choice made love/work
Free choice took the road unhewn
Free choice the split rock flower
Free choice the will of time
Free choice expands universal laws
Free choice rows the rocky boat
Free choice interrupts stagnation
Free choice the priceless vote
Free choice wags the cog
Free choice deliberated liberation
Free choice grew up and moved in
Free choice the boots made for walking
Free choice a roll of dice
Flee as slippery can be
Free choice stands her ground her body
Free choice writes directions
Freely
2018.
Before speck lurches away 'tis mountain
Sun his flare world's clutter erases
Sap thru tree colors morning
A prolific cadence peels atmosphere
Wind vapors thicken obscurity
Uncertainty cloister luminescent geology
Ponds rivers hares' sweat unify
Time sips unquenched primordial sketch
Shed shoe in lurch go bare bones
Rock mile tall softens liquate
Chase fleeting stasis
Prismacolor deer nap unregulated translucent
Subsume be voluble doublekiss composition
SE pdx
left laps of luxury unswum
took the easy bus to hell
got on no prob
dropped into the droppings of firebird scat by the lawless injustice vortex
only a few ribbed rioters
gave a 20 for free vegan food at midnight no badged badgers
no porky porcupines nor turdy turtles
nay smoky bears hardly even
sign other than the elk
made of cardboard and spittle
where once bronze dignity held the midfle of Main and cars split the wishbone to not crash
as i said DESOLATE at midnight where last the Trail of CS and munitions boomed in poison fogs that soaked the park bloody dust
i now lay my head in this first night in cigarette human skindust my bed for 5 hours " do you know that guy" no
brothers from gathered in twos and threes they say nada
but see maskless honky eat the same sleep like an animal and barely stir
until dawn and first buses which get me to a friends locked home and hammocks awaiting, only 12 hours later drenched in wildfire smoke amid 60 MPH winds ball lightning and a neighbor tree 40 feet tall that crashes within 20 feet of my
hammock
only if angled differently be would have crushed either of two hammocks and Thor God of Thunder
comic book also shredded to the oage in Issue godbutcher two gods nailed to their grove, the homeowners AWOL and tree on her side with arms akimbo
a shittree of heaven losing
leave as the fig and fir gloat and last years hawthorne elves make holy war
in cyclone frenzy
2020
go around despising the mirrored eyes
of your neighbors, and disparage their mealy
countenance at the weep-a-thon.
form unions or cower, whupped.
tell corporate lies to pay back their thefts.
get sleep and find oddest dreams
in currency mild sweat.
feed livers to eagletarians
and their consorts willing
2019
horse whisper my long gone name
braid my mane,
maid my brain less bardy
test my temple
with storm waters of life,
the only boy ever could
sink and float the spice
be at the same place twice at once,
neigh, non-blindly obey
2018
free and unimpeded the collective will
does not lack speechwriters nor raconteurs
nor horticultural no thumbery
an impulsive society at large is less
period than coma beholden syncophants
thinking da yinyang is a phishing scheme
close range spit and gleeps imprudent
our fear leader loss leading symptom in chief
pox blanket donnie
grave dirt soft his high five spittle strewn crayola
the constitution a play doh
and monopoly as silent as the monocle of a vulture
3-19-20
se Portland
walk the creek& salvage old bottles
cobalt milk o'magnesia old quacker 1858 shard
marvel rusty farm implement appendages
drink fullpots o weak coffee
w/condensed milk search for old old old cans
three year old ditchweed
mostly twigs& seeds
try on lavon's wigs critique the TV soak up
pleasantville gossip
from etha
horses mouth bake cookies w/becca cousins
go to their softball games
or band recitals
fry up some morels dad lester brings over
watch neighborhood get
samer year by same superficially
out battling dandelions
under archetypal
iowa
sky
Troubled waters do some healing
First they dunk you by a crusty flannel
Hold you against a muddy current
Drink up snake
A little cottonmouth champ
Float away that ringing round collar
Sound better on 8 track
Settle fer vinyl eternal lips swallow snock
Snark comes back to his stall
Throw on a feedsack and blanket
Sun's going down thru the ferns
Light a candle do an armchair boogie
Two hundred songs brings
Moon watch over our pal on turntable
Frogs here wrote his ode
Owls deliver it straightface somber
When swallows return to capistrano
Happiness music brings potluck timbre
Fiddle mouth trumpet soliloquy
shhhh worth every 10 dollar gig
Stole right to sing that hoot
Just a stone throw away ave's flexible no can doo
Still got someinit,
'parently
The Time Was Right
the bulletproof brandy back next to eyeliner
hoard, the ermine he was determined to wear
to the dog sled race
now only a military parade and ottoman wife
to massage his sore pinkie
a signal papercut with a three ton bandaid
the earful from the oligarchs
shuttles his diplomacy
of locusts to find fresher more three piece suitable
clime, drip drip amoc
the tanning sled flies gourded by guardless goons
gourdening gweenland
sleep on an an ice bed in ice land easier to spell
one finger typing itinerary
and what I did this week
walked out on thin ice and pogo sticked
drove an army operation into atlantic
made my mullet point presentation
clubbed baby seals with don junior
stitched them together to walk on exiting
the tarmac parade
put that danish in a box the missus take to go
Heart pines in ye wooden keep
Caer lined in ogre acorns three tonne each
Blown bout on drafts fire fears
Cold oak slaps iron-melted
Blood steeps nether retracted stairs,
Times cape unravelled
Bye threads of silkwyrm dragons
Nest ridden harpy songs demolish
Iced o'er moat
As crosswyrd puzzles furrough yon
Zero's brow a fathomless prow
Knots dreamed ocean tresses hullbrushed
Rivets star reflecting badges
Witch watched wishwash heaving
Havens no hart fog ventures
November 18, 2018
.
Poempeii (1994)
music is vibratory revolution
in auditory evolution
but that had little bearing as Poempeii was
immersed in burning retina ash
sealing fame, dogs became statues,
chamberpots became priceless,
boats got offshore fast& sailed dog ass fast
to north stars far from volcanoes
to sell insurance necklaces
&found capatalistic cults
they sent neighbors sons to war
to die of learning
to die of learning
to die unearning the flunk of spear,
arrow, bomb, sanction
howling sounds over took miasmas
of USA dreams waitressing overtook
the priestess smoking
& tv oversnookered us in a sedate slur of neuroses
leading Amnesia to reckon musick as
documentary dissolution
of perpetual persecution
1994
Revised 2017
Leave it to the Professionals (2015)
comfort squats on the part time worker,
stealing a rest in the desert
where the prickly pear
blooms bewareness as part and parcel of a wary dumping ground
littered with garden party accoutrements,
swimming pools of undrinkable water
and plastic bottles racing past tumbleneeds
toward the boarder's fence
where squatters hold sway while
trying to do number one or number two while avoiding
contact with an adverse terrain
of colosss husks
and burnt out pintos whose rusty comfort
returns his borrowed iron
into the ground by dropping sweat beads
onto a game floor
ruled by umps in loafers
who decree "play ball or blackball"
who scream "suck it up" while siphoning the gasps
of children fleeing "free tirade"
mad in the USA with boss springing the steens mtn. stallions free
In the movie version, in the disney venison,
getting comfortable with the corn eaters
in the black row of ledgers
running red ink
running out of metaphors for loss
running out of ways to screw with impunity
a stripped out threading where parts, partners,
frank steins brimming with bubbly "hey bub"
as the spokes define a hub
in the radial stretch of making it to the next paycheck
that bounces off the book cooker
and lands not on land but on the backs
of flipped turtles in their empire shells
calling the shots
from way off in lard conditioned eateries
making hypertension the medium whereby one presents any opinion
or addresses the gift of slave labor
to a hole knocked into a saguaro with a tiny sharp beak,
in a residential enclave cul de sac
guarded with goiters from incessant desk loitering
an ugly repose from which to respond
to pretty pleas for basic rites such as washing,
drinking, resting, breathing professional air
with unlicensed noses just out of reach
but easy to smack
2015
( September 28, 2006 )
countin coup on fingers two
see me at my best, see me at my worst
what's to come if i've a choice will surely be a first
no need repeatin, nor lame retreatin
countin' coup is like gum on a shoe we all take beatin
and stuck underfoot's the trail of tears
of miles that shred and rivers fed of salty grindin gears
that focus gaze upon the grail
rollin earth, sky of peace, and bonds beyond bail
for at my least i'm a cultured beast
upon his story we verily feast
indentured to rhyme for this brief time,
enslaved to form to serve the norm which is a legal crime
even at my peak an even keel and a fairish deal
shall hull this craft beyond repeal
to venture seize, touch the base, plant flags of poems
and hatch the artifice beneath the dome
No love caresses my trellised lair
Ghost birds old songnests
Wind wrecked valley
Where no love hatches never eggs
By the peck so deep
It chips my firm
-ament. Blue morning growl,
No love found me
Surrounded in her tornado castle
Bricks flying mote by mote
Only a spiral harp of ivory remains
(2018)
look straight thru sun, telepathic moon,
her harrier's chemtrails o'er xmas lot boon;
mount hood snow-draped mind
a nuance telescoped north pole won't find
saint helen just over yon, yawning waxing
waning glacial spawn, twilight color-splaining,
numbered zones ignored, sun burrowed snore
getting pretty dark and 'tis not yet four
in knob knocking planetary suspension
far flung sisters siting still, metatron's dominions
composing translations of that world and this
error unheard of in their aeolian bliss
blue hues run nameless, aptly dividing
night, day hour children, nothing colliding
2017
tabula rasa redneck (1987)
we hit the interstate lethe early to get a jump
on all the traffic, thumbing our noses out the pequod
portholes at a sagging carload from
Friendly Manitoba, brown sedan blonde crewmates,
captain wearing hunting jacket& tie, scouring
clutter of roadsides for tracks of that great
white worm, there's a billboard
commanding MAGNIFY JESUS above dwindling
swindling snow left in patches glued to asphalt
w/oily carbohydrates,
neon cedar trees make a pinball game of drab
okie scenery, wounds of exposed roadside soil
bleed persimmon tears with snow melt,
sky etched jet delineates a tabula rasa horizon,
milky golden cattle graze, stretched over landscape,
their vacant stares at subsidy trucks
ease fears of recession,
speared into earth are Bodhisattva electrical towers,
reins of power lashed from dallas the emerald city,
a car on the right of way signals
to cut in, we let him,
preying mantis highway lamps spy on us,
finally at the edge of OKC, dirty cemetary of
standard steel, a mounted jet guards the
greecian marble company's filth of antiquity,
over the cimmaron
and mud-wrenched middle ages, cancerous
erosion of this biopsied slab of americana,
black hammers ram oil
from earth, blood of natives long sullied,
pumped profits to zurich deny roadside cattle
CONCRETE TO GO
---arbuckle moonbounce---
pave the fallen twigs
of ground flesh with a road with no view
*
inside stuckey's tourist trap you can git
a plastic redman scalp
or a buffalo burger broiled in the spandex TeePee
by the diesel pump THREE FER A BUCK cashier's
styrofoamed smirk says resurrect thyself,
fields of beggar's lice rattle their tin cups,
ancient rows of trees planted for windbreaks
lay cut for firewood, farmhouses dial
up the thermostat and watch keen eyed hawks
watch the middle east for a mouse
to scamper across the winnebagoed road
to success, bathed in squished
grapes of wrath, boom town soil-etude,
horses drop dung
out their trailers under our wheels,
a semi is painted with the slogan
SALAD MAKES THE MEAL, past the exit for
gene autry OK, huge samurai towers
lasso clouds, a sign advises do not drive
into smoke &suddenly we're entering Love County
where a man seemingly hitch hikes
while still driving, his thumb
a-praying out the wind'er
1987
driving with dad
A regular poem, built of mythos
Was slapping against the shore of the evening
As the damned engine's third eye cyclops
Punctured the fog
Off the belly of the Columbia river
Migratory birds unlike stuffed turkeys
Filling the aisles of listeria,
To outfly the fork is key strategy
Here in nature world
Clouds do as
They will, we can piss them off
With planes and radars but they'll
Drift into morphed omens
Beyond all censor's snip-n-tuck discretion,
River and rock, now there's
A relationship built to wilt.
Put condos on the marshes
Call it reclamation victory
4 us ape clan!
The duty of a cementblock is to measure up
A soldier must crumble his pity
A duty of a doily is to administer grace
So regular poems go,
Decorum duncifies our landscape
2004
The dalles, oregon
the guardian of the secret, his filthy overcoat,
the squeezed tubes thrown out the window.
the models on standby.
all earth, on standby, in the armpit wings
looking at how stuffed an armadillo seems,
even on the half-shell with venus
on the dais, ms. vader in her avocado hat,
a whip at her side, or is it a tail?
the pencils sketch
the buttons fall.
grades, seasons, cheers from the colosseum
as the cheerleaders pom pom,
the chalk lines shift,
flags fly.
2018
ears scooped the twain tree
not the same wind, maybe the same storm don't remember
wazzunt tracking any atmospheric river or its hiccups
another tree bolted one sprig one way
left the better root bound to stay the course
in the city, it's doomed too
in the nature, it has years, decades, a century or two
z walked out from the shakedown
we'll spend the summer bucking wood for next winter
keep the red sea musk tube riviera to former gaza project 25,
z has a thick bunion that why he wears kevlar jammies
tack the fence back together so the dog don't run
sweep up cart off the sticks leave the chipped mulch
or walk around, climb, take a moment to enjoy
wind pulls every wishbone
you think you won,
no. no. no,
tass gets shown the door that the AP isn't invited thru
carving the turkey left unsigned back to europe's canopy
rooting for stability while off the beaten path,
same wind still blows the drones around, alliances dry
shed, root into mulch which does far more productive
work as nourishment than as gutter clogger
tho the galoshes industry thinks different
nw pdx
my stats list 4 poems viewed.
among them:
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Comfort zone no mans land
Got a few splinter
Leaping fence, riding split rail
Barbed wire limbo
The hide tuft wind can't evict
Quicker it's drank hotter it gets
Wind sounds huge but trees largely rooted
Top of skyline jets flight path yank
Their quills from fuselage,
Logos off the cockpit beak
Get that last rivet tight, larry
No moe says starbuck
Boing off the mast curly slacking
Ah man break he shout
Pinecone bounces off yurt metal roof
Now dat a storm
Weathermen intone down valley
Hold onto yer britches the comfort zone
Blow up the hyped advisory
Got a shiver in me timbers
Undisclothed location, Oregon
Wake up under a tree hundreds of years
Thick, what builds time impetus
No fire to repel
No breeze opens pages
Do some laps, go soak
Compare contrast bodies
Smile mostly or avert
Must be nice rich by the pond
Leaves sink sons sink
Come visit and feed scowls or put pep
In the bonfire stare
Three hundred sixty five times four
Plus another half year
His uncle born during the civil war
Put that in your noggin, sap
Lego sea, ligo sea
Far flung astral speck of tree
Drag yer anchor feral will
Barbie pickup full a krill
Goodbye mom, hello space
The dumb jam out of place
Sorry kids is that a fix
Call jerry's orphanbaby trix
Lego sea cubist ruin
Took an outcast into tune
Floatie on a barbwire ball
Next shots yers, cue cool draw
Dutch infamy, ear off greed
Snap together creativity
Meant to join, pull apart
Legacy male female chart
Calculation spectral notion
Quark drunk injun peeps information
Lie go where drain built to be
Plumber get fat that infamy
SE PDX
Wind tamps at bracken, lifting lufts
Their tresses untrammeled
Brow temple unheathered the winter song dried
No need the plume
Their reach exceed grasp other than child pluck
Into sunlight on a window jamb
From crypt of cousined self
The brood elbows to sun's breadline
Shoot skeets toward skotomorphogenesis
(Fingers dig dictionary )
The cotyledon towers in germination untranspired
Still a bird in a jar
His grandfather's fiddle buried, exhumed
The night work unpainted a rembrandt shifts tuning toward photosynthesis,
From blue grey to green
