Monday, May 26, 2025

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 









Saturday, May 24, 2025

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 



Thursday, May 22, 2025

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

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

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

Thursday, May 8, 2025

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 



 

 


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