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epileptic fit apoplectic twits bloggod class

 

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  

smearamid (2020)

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 (2019)

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

pits gold zephyrs (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 

engine thru the roof (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

chirp cats birding (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 

peahen mosquito (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 

Metamorphosisterhood

   

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

   

copacetic transit

 

  

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

qualms (1996)

  

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 

me old turkey plate

 

 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?

1-1-20

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letch in prime

  

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  

 

freckle wrinkle caught

  

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 

normal whisperer

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 

love forged words (2017)

  

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

mull it over feed it back (2017)

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 

eddy wastrel (2017)

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

things above (2015)

  

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

the dulles, sic ?

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

fertile yonder

  

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 

Split rock flower (2018)

  

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.

Composition

  

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

firebird scat (2020)

 

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

eagletarians and consorts willing (2019)

  

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 

carrot whip (2018)

  

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

pox blanket donnie (2020)

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

iowa pleasantville (1995)

 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 

eternal lips 'parently

  

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  

big missus #1 #2 include all

 

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

pineskeep (2018)

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

 .

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)

  

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

countin coup on fingers two (2006)

( 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 

spiral harp pooned (2018)

 

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)

scribe of light (2017)

  

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)

  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

dalles dam. (2004)

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

Unseemly (2018)

  

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

divergent wishbone stump

 

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

garbage

page views 7 days? 

so I got one page view from the USA, none from europe

my stats list 4 poems viewed. 

 among them:

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behind nsa tines

mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
                              ne was there medicine
                              That mote recure their wounds;
                              so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.

undisclothed

  

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 

Noggin sap

  

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  

 

Let go sea

  

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 

fiddlehead etiolation

  

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