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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