great fragile hopes

clearly wrong & really left
ride straight on murky dawn;
cases and causes in suits bereft
of heft pauses to indulge in yawn

national committee lingers members
finger memories deleted,
replete in fiscal sheets reduced to embers.
if not for sweat equity, they'd never competed

to do economics, voodoo requires the pin
encrypted by backdoor spies mostly five eyed,
above board but not above sin
protected by redacted deeds unowned and unofficially tried

hour waste or my lai, bombastic tastes
crush gently great fragile hopes debased



12-21-15 mt tabor, portland

haystack 143

if you catch that pony or disease
turn flank to moi, 

play some oui cappella heart. 

as a shady housecat 

toys with fervent babes, 

chasing all uneaten forms
that meep under laundry heaps, 

blowing off fire alarms
while whistling dixie 

 via nuremburg, 

let our hashtag smoke kisses 

     so  

I durst burst as autumn hay
     to feed yea..

.. no'mo neigh

sonnet 89

pretend you could demonize me for some spirit
&i will publish upon those indiscretions,
gossip of my lameness& watch me screech to a stop
against yer upbraidings making no plea for moicy.
nothing you can voodoo on me
better than what i can out doodoo
on myself, fathoming yer welldrink whimsy.
i may freak the dopes or lose friends;
be vacant from your honky tonk dude dreams,
your persona a perfume no nose can read
                                                      lest senses do it wrong,
smelling what feeds the rose's climb sure-thorned
    for thee, i'll wreck in waves my castle sand
    for i must ne'er again kiss our wedding band

 

sonnet 15

when i reckon everything that gallops
saunters of pure canter but a little while,
that this regal arena hands out zero except points
illustrating ink from secret's outer space;
when i remark humans as ants build cities,
sung about and slandered in the same breath,
sappy sweet in youth, decayed in sugar's slump of a century
varnishing the brain of any residual mind
over the plains in a rich blur of nomadic flight,
where yurt move astral nods to bigger clocks& finish line
     and, all in a race with Truth for love of you
     as Truth takes from you, i fuel you anew.

in meadow moo

ancient glaciers are calving
in the meadow moo of the universe
plopping turtlefrogs in the big soup on earth
from far far away we look
we appear
we appear to be looking
following the power of our evictions
the soup runs over the checkered fablecloth
you move to feel apparent
the film is shot underwater as baby cubes are braying
lowing in the clovered novas
sprinkled an a time wafer
lost in dark treeslimbs covered in coral and starfish
gravity's grave hello openarms fivebilliontonsayear
who's counting?
who counts?




11-15-15 portland, or

rich eats

where undisclothed patrons sully pacific soirees
where does one rent a lynx by the nanomoment
in which rare vehicle shall we
commit law breaking speed in an entry reserved
for varmits on fire and comets slung by their entrails
how do you translate the brook by snuffing the trout
why splice the space between senators
for the ballast of the ocean
is the cleanest part of a man eating out of a paper plate on a billionaire's gazebo
where do i put my empties and self ease
how do i wrinkle my pleats and populist the donor list
when does roast beef hedge lemon merringue
is it an apertiff if it is the size of the fort wrath stockyard
what about those eels that sing old dixie
what about that diamond in her nose like a hummingbird
is science really a matter of menu
are emus really on the menu in carmellized glory
will folks really sell water for oil hey have a free keychain
whose poison poodle adorns the altar of constitution
couldn't a sphynx have larvae on the spot any moment
is veracity underwater like my moorage
why saute the poor when lower upper class are better flavored
do the cleanest eyes of angels not twitch
watching the rich ride pet toadies about in foxhunting attire
are they mundane in docile sleep under eight drinks of forgetitjuice
do the ads for better lies never quit?

nine treasures

did jupiter and venus dally
in the public alley of stark darkness,
was mercury found
in mud? sandals hermetic, sealed.
library of night,
alight on four wheels,
future past tense, into dalliance.
the smile lent a date
to the sand about the goal of the sphinxtress,
a moist date not the starsullen kind.
hitched on the rim of the hill,
venus and jupiter,
they shared a salad of trees
they eschewed one another
did momentary dances create black holes
were the feathered comets not enough?
are nine treasures less than one?