Tuesday, April 8, 2025

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

Sunday, April 6, 2025

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 




Thursday, April 3, 2025

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