Rune carver riven (2017)

 stone carver stag gored on moss driven floors

his monument unfinished in a glacial mortal blink

fen sunk bog borrowed anchored in egyptian gold braided tokens

the stag adamant stomping clay skinned bipedal form

rutting good ground soddy in sacrifice woden won't mind but

owe hrafnblot under three mantles carried four ways under one vine

god odin godan goghs to gouda fur goods dogs blood

chiseled in antler his chest demolished with thunder crack oak smitten fury

one narrow eye losing the canopy life liquidates light

prisms primordial chip crystal runes to gotland telling mother

bird clergy quicksilver mercy arrows flit father our craft has sunk dead

roaring rotten slugs easy go working with raccoons lynx and rat fleshnixxing

and raven gets them later to mend all nine colors five fires seven warchants

roosting doom dragon night owls creating math

number tone peace bread hearth son splintering shaft of fate gnarling last

thing driven into slab rock upstood by twelve with mighty hemp ropes

an antler or root or river or sorrow or ravine thronged in wolves foreign

teeth clouds open the stag moves stage left

snails and bluejays quibble over liver politics peer pressure not woden

 

ᛒᛚᚢᛏᚴᚢᚦᛁ 

5--23-17 Portland, Or

Unfrostbit morass

 Near wilderness flew off, 

A thousand crows over a million leaves, dropped overnight 

By la nina express. Bum yuppie dogheads, adios.

Your duralog is neither

But ultramagacancer.

Near a wild, the trees drop their vulnerable.

Selves. Each leaf 

Found/lost u frostbitten. 

Self published morass.

11-17-22

SE pdx

sonnet 131

we Art barbaric, as primal be in Art's animal glow
as them whose lustre, fetching, makes them snotty 

for you who drool upon the rack, like goats at mow,
you are but canvas, unprimed, for forms pure naughty. 

some richer lads cheer a face that scans more than smiles;
to say they're full of shit i'd rather do a hiss, 

tho i print it in a fluid, bobbing in an ink beguiles
a yellow pungent flower, born of herself: porn to kiss. 

we can be sure, entranced with boobjob perk
to overlook the bruises, from slinging around the pole, 

slapping assmeat for attention, not subtle work
we brute laborers are the first to cajole: 

     yer dance 

 art white, save in thy bleeds
     &in this plunder, what you call pArticipation, exceeds.

Stole ass gravy

Lesser of potusevils, 

           scrutiny hyperbole

      Joe jan6   

 bpack kit traitor-de-electors

          (I take that case, gulp

   Cuz, There nada ok 

                      about the GOP

 Gulp       a glacier 

            went bye bye  

        As the unfranchised

      hit their limit loss 

In the meat aisle, hard

Too many wrongheads  

             in power 

Makes evolution slowa  

Why'd I have to 

             presplain 

America is a problem 

Unfixing intellect, 

         driven past brain 

Conservatives high  

             a mess inflames 

 get a lawyer 

Get a thou you crooks 

           dodge the dodgy books 

       Just Two marine plenty

For the proudboy army  

Do find a pardon,

       under the tray 

         Cell block DJT 

Plenty of soap 

  B  so wash that money 

Laundering phones 

             is clinkbithoney  

How secret is service 

     with a noose on their belt 

        & hung pence  

                         on their m.felt 

  

          Nada ok about 

     our GOP

They dug up 

Geronimo's skull 

       from the deepbluesea 

It smelled like mcu/DC 

          Great for the anti-we'economy  

     Don't got a lead,

           leader, not my

 hatch

Don't got a Don 

      dim nope, not once catch 

All the sea shells  

        sold in Seychelles 

     bornNot a pearl 

       off the 6 floord

 reveal 

               Panama Caymans  

Delawared red flags 

Up their rose 

a thornflush (typical 

            hags 

          Only not for towers, 

virgins in jets 

Just a few 

         intern sublets 

Nada okay 

about the DNC,

            reading up close infamy  mo smell 

               Kinda the same 

         as our GOP. 

               & It reeks,. 

           stole ass gravy.

Dandelion (1993)

 I tell you daily I am a dandelion 

As I leaf thru photos

Of our Mexican excursion, tabouli 

In a sack is how we do it on the road 

All poems gone to seed 

Tall above grandma's uncut grass 

I gather an unpublished bouquet of  sights &

Blow the starfilled afro across an iota of iowa 

Can you imagine a kiowa weeding 

Medicinal root treasure, wind prescribing we nap a bit 

As bulgar softens in civilization icebox 

Bleak grandeur of gone monte alban 

At heyday more populous than cesspools we waddled 

Daily digressing preferably from scumdinavia to savannah via wildlife channel, 

Dehorned rhinos roam less lusted over by poachers "sporting" game 

Dispossessed tribes lay bodily claim 

To farmlands sold to whites who take hanni out like a dangerous flower

One bitch of a sauce (1992)

 Explosive or non she asked hipmenu 

In hand well we prefer non I offered but 

Since there's a three century wail in store we'd take that windowbooth next to them defense contractors 

Overlooking the swampy vegetal aroma 

Lamps flying over an igneous table, halogen pterodactyl spinach drooling off beaks 

The death salesmen undo belts 

To pad tax deductible paunches, ole buddy senator has stoodemup again 

Time to leak the polaroids, but frond of fate a lit cuban cigar 

Ignites methane oozing from a duffel sack of scalps they hand out for autographs 

Blowing toupees to fiberoptic dust 

Settling on earth's ashtray flammable or non blameable 

They've a fine fang fer family BBQ 

When money's one bitch of a sauce to kick 

1992

Crutch of fact (1992)

 All the sellout slobs& lesser toadstools divine grouped to quarantine understanding

Beneath the obvious idea display 

All's merchandise magnetized to trash the knapsack wallet 

On home arrest I put the new arguelles back, dammit 

North beach trolley Ferlinghetti oils for sale 

Cupwell finds bottom, no west coast freefills 

This fogfucked city makes me laugh no pacific ideal but thru experience 

Highway one down coastal carved moment, scope sculpted waves 

Until flock of surfers seen gathered reveals tides breaks &rock organisms 

Redwoods night sky beached in Humboldt smoke 

Listening to be heard a part in whatcha think pristine

Without the crutch of fact 

1992

San Francisco