november climbs downhill laborously to december

the feathers are piling up and pulling out
the ice is slipping up and sliding out
the snow is fluffing up and mushing out.

edgar allen poo

the bells
the bells bells bells bells
yells yes yells no,
snow caves shoe aches and pains
back cracks and hopeless smash
insect drizzle and
shaolin skunks fun running amok
do you hear what I hear?
the ghost of christmas past participle,
invented by a canadien thought to be an american making
long distance short distance, and giving me high bills.
jesus christ was smart to die.
jesus christ was stupid to resurrect.
jesus christ had a middle name.

jesus H christ
jesus helliphant christ
the long lost descendant of hannibals elliphant helliphant.

chattanooga poo poo

ski down the hopes
of a rheumatoid arthritic
hominid, a walking talking fast
chewing, klondike eating, hibernating
, seeing, believing in god almighties last night
waking up dreaming of eating turkey sandwiches vociferated
with ant carcasses and juicy cranberries, sieved with
Ongston's last bones.

frazzled white nights are falling slowly in a wind
whipped solar system, when the end
of the season is meaning
that it will be piles of mints
. the whole candy store.

co si co sar

the tsar of finer things,
is the tsar of old finger nail clippings
, drenched in a sweat stained suit of tyrrany,
the unblemmished king swings a pneumatic
tray of clippings freshly cut from the living
hands of the undead merchants. the harvest
of today is the history of yesterday, the beta
the carotine, the horror at having to watch
the stock brokers scratch their fat necks
with out too much animal on their fingers. where?
do? they?all go?

I envision my future careear, forged
of the beta the carotine, the chitin, the ant in
every one of us, the echnid , the piece of never
again, never stopping, never saying , always always
it drives me mad. think of the
sound of a bionic knee making contact in the spring morning with
a thousand pound bag of finger nail clippings. the rupture
of the bag and the
flood across the linoleom floor....
the noise of money.

stall_lines

the first time you shooed up; this time.

you, who
are as stupid
as salt licks frequented
by the appliance people, who
assays like rythims of bannana peel clock
pendulums, does the simmering pot cook up
and serve to the ambitions of tiger eyes
over there, the toaster is your mother
and the flypaper dispenser is your
father and the little brother
you always professes was
more garage door opener
is the cool-air only hair
dryer, plugged in in the rain
and when it rains, it pours, unless it snows, then it stays.
Till the 15th of april, apparently. , but only
if you are a french toast maker appliancer, plying
the trade room floor in a 120 volt pair of
dustbuster shoes,
stinking like the one who's mother, so full
of ambition, is a trashcompactor,
only going compact, retract, compact, retract,
compact and crack the plastic networks of solidified ferns.

redone

all I know is
that the snow is caving in
to the places that river mussels service
and wheels dont turn us out
into the sheets piled high in overcrowded streets.

dead animals on the ice

and wouldnt it be nice,
if on a quarter, for a quarter
century appeared,
not santas slaughtered eigth reindeer, dreary,
imagery at night , for sugar plump american
children to be a jigglying pile of fright,

. instead, lets mint us some
money.

pilons in shape,
with eagulls
fighting seagles
over dead animals on the ice

state of the union

the modern novel has been here
and gone, dissolved into shovels
of slovel shaped boogers.
now they are grown FROM boogers in
a clear liquid, in a clear vial, stopped up
with cork nostrils, requiring
little active oversight, insight, or any sight at all. thus
instead of reading
one pretends to read and pretends to have cared and
tells everyone about it, of course (the
most important part of
reading). But this only
works if everyone
all at once does it
and it looks
good
for
u
that they do.

nice days

nineteen slaves line up
and the seagull stands up
to light up a cigarrette
that had moments before been staging a gunfight
now here now there down the street
with a bear pelt slung over one shoulder and
a mexican pelt slung over two shoulder and
a wise look, so as to say: hey! stop looking. I'm only
here to take your passports
and look for work at the microwave factory.

silver skyes

the immobile seagull
quick to be blamed immortal see-all,
quick to be kicked out of the community
for spying on the pigions of lesser value,
by the hern of even lesser value, so little
value in fact, that a dived suicide into
the picton depths is all thats left

King Kong's dress

way back in 1042, someone
sayd eyes of blue, you too,
can be some brooding wheat thresher
waste high in flowers, in the wrong field, wating
for lunch to eat bread made
from the water powered crushed wheat you did not
contribute to eat!

streaming

the canals are froze up enough
to land a seagul fight
for some rocks.

the lungs of them are the lines of my arm,
jabbed and robbed, barren of biological clocks.

the deep is not so deep and it is streaming down there.
up here it is steaming out
upon release to, at most, fear.

doves are the hermit of the rickshaw
pigions are the hermit of the rock, y'all.
;to each, a lemon lying in the green green grass
is a yellow yellow beacon in a beaked workforces internet sanctum.

enter the winter

wise is so cold
early ears, corn scald still salt hold
but still old.
eat it before you scold,
and get sold
down river.

wydhj rjkryjd WAyys df cxyyt

down south blurrs
and flrrs

ice this morning.
what next, north?

cell lysis

crisis in the finest places.
the medals of gold slung slug
like around a neck stretch
, could be a causeway,
on and on on what
is instead a flyway.
,a near death experience in the waiting
,a dirty shoulder and a
,torqued torqueometer in the making

bowfin to the rescue

the great restoration.
could it be so great
without a great one,
bowfin, restorator?

A fish for the ages!
A fish for gibralter!

but the fish says,
fibralter.
the fish has a lisp.

slimeancipation proclamation

enough is enough is enough
enuresis.
get it, get it out.
like Ford Motor Company
if the cars where employees.
like the stored energy of a wimsitron,
if the store was a gold coated revolver.

cycles of morbidity

a fat backed haddock
swims through the lockjaws.
swifter in pieces, hewed into feces,
to return, via the sewer
to the ocean that knew her.

massey's furniture barn

he used to say
let them star in a major motion picture
like a team of cats theyd
be,
so sophisticated and ricy under they eyes,
I like to think that it would be too good a
time to be alive
and the whole show would be up put
for murder en masse.

army cyst day

unless you hate war
the great war
human heads and hands (as cheese) grater
is never more later
than 1111
1111111111
111111111111
111111111111111
11111111111111111 repeating ever after

imagine if daylights savings time
landed on that day.

it probably would not have ended. because
someone would have forgot
to stop firing the cannons until what was before not late
is now too late
to stop war
fear and hate

edicts as an attempt at a lie

this is a suitcase right her
and a tenor
and a chicolini chewing gum
, flavors flying loose and loose tooths
falling foose balls,
fucking goose it all!

santy clause will come out of the clausit and say it. say that.

1. a lie! a lie! my kingfisher for a lie!
2. a avacodo seed soup! a avacado seed soup! my sloop for a avacado seed soup!
3. serenity now! serenity now! my sanity for serenity, now!

claws flaws jaws
hyperbollic laws
sailing coups and flailing goops,
direct from the corner of a wet wet sticky sticky morning fist faced eye socket still
corrugated with last nights infestation of fairy dust

cornelious vanderbilt built it; yellow empires of gold.

corn husky.
thats what I feed them. and the fat
that falls off their rolling eyes
is what I cook with.
its easy. peasy. pleasing and meezy,
not to mention amusing ,
when I tell them all,
all them in the gallery
eating porkcorn, watching tuesday morning porn
around the corner for free if they are two and two is two,? you see?
that they are actually
eating
corn husky
.
its not from a can.

home again home again jiggity hog

the hogs roll in
the hogs roll out
they turn their brains inside out
trying to figure out
if the wings I have on are cause I'm a pilot
or a devil
or an angel. yes, I'm an angel I promptly reply. you but
to do and die, not much older than me or him, jesus.
he walks. I flie. grindstone, bye bye.
baby bye bye.

happy new year

you can get it if you really wont

talcum and limestone and other ocean substation
homes,
they will become me when I'm
sold down river and smacked around
under posieden's pummul horses,
standing or sitting or running out of room,
crashes and crashes and layers and layers
and desmond dekkers of pressures
theirs for ever afters

this_aint_no_october_no_more_its_no_vember_niether

oh the hidden fission
of a thousand pannel magician fishing
or first hand dished out to drink stiff
orbiting crimson wrapped sticks
occasions for points and counterpoints

let this be that last warning before parting
bell tower lights smile empty eyed, simply
flied and spidered, they stand now but tomorrow
. not tomorrow, never can there be that if there is to day.

Of the many things I want, its a crane. I would
lift myself up heights and heights and luff
in the jet stream, ready set, being a pressure drop.

its_just_a_duck

the water is low as the sun is slow.
violins jump and racket in the grass,
big feet and surprised by the coldness
of the heat. that is the way from up here,
hinges squeeking hyfe and nice. trees, stripped of power,
serve to dawdle the alphabet and spindle spanners
clean on out to the plodding me
with riddles satched to my pants.
empty locks rigid and mushy
or planar and outcropped with
fat; the larvea of another seer take a nap
. mad is the eastern sky, the western sky, the northern sky, all
driving to confusion the 1oth souther sky, in retreat, beat to
the last to have a majority reclaimeda froma the oceana.
all flapping
all a streamline.
its just a crow among seagulls

the_cat_came_black_every_other_day

freedom is leaking from cupboards
no cups no spoons
all plates
all right
their free
at least
for me and you and me
if you and me are mice
and the cat is dead-eyes upside
down of the grime,
soft and useful as a sofa isn't.

koala_soda

less a slug
more a flag

how many times have you heard that one before?

the questions keep on keepin on.
the real live sessions tip and tow a cardboard home
across the grass grown road
now resembling
less a flag
and more a slug,

all irony aside, all joking inside, all the hip-hopping
show stopping croakling sad faces of frogs in the rain
so cold and so wet and so many feet and no hands.

how did they get there?
how did all the clouds look exactly like them?

rest_in_piece

when my vision blurred at first
it was the thought, the you know which one
the one where burrs are stuck to your eyelashes,
was filling my attention span, already short with stress
and strain and the assumed form of the solution
and then it was rain
and then it was snow
and then it was idiots polishing amber with
little helmholtz ants frozen trapped in side.
I let them out and they slowed to a broken car
and escaped down the island to the south of the
island what is actually almost the east of the island.
and then that was that excavated panic attack.

equivalent_transmittance_systems

suns blinking slows through
wind sluffy water
and the confusion of ripples
sunks to the river bottom
; unpredictable and ripe .

suns sifting fast through
wind ruffly leaves
and the confusion of veins y ellow r ed teams
thins to the wall of this cave
; undecipherable and nice.

if you think that I read this twice
you are mistaken.
if I think that you read this twice
you are wrong.

salt_peanuts

's allways interesting
inderectly
when I walk by
a room of pipes and bulkheads
and ratcheting chinese voices
heightening around a big chamber
around which more pipes and tubes and tunnels
connect and diverge and connect again at a later date
(for spaghetti dinner nonetheless?)
and with a final little nozzle
spewing for all its worth
a blushingly blue haze
into the air we breathe.

summer_for_woody_an_cisco

all the orioles have left me
and the robins in the woods
all thats left is seagull words

will you miss me miss me miss me miss me
will you miss me when I'm gone
will you miss me when I'm gone

the rain it just dont stop fallin
but the rivers running low
about these things I'll never know

the leaves are on the ground and brittle
and the sun is dipping fast
soon the snow will fall at last

will you miss me miss me miss me miss me
will you miss me when I'm gone
will you miss me when I'm gone

and_wherefore

and wherefore with With
must the real leaf ants
be, ponderous and slow
in an old age of haze
filling an ankle gap here
an ankleosaurus, there.
plotting rheostats, mottled swarms,
little jaws clasping blights
and billion dollar bibles

when lights illuminate lights
and freeze-thaw is not a concept no more

rayleigh_scattering

scarred and rolling tundras
between feet sposedly humming
; a joist where upon
to hang a poor leapord operation
on that fee way
that by way
that cry way
gauzed and confused in a large land
of southern moons,
.

"I went to the dentist today"
" I went to the shivering sun today"
" I whet a stone and upon it descended
water bugs from the clouds"

all of these are styles
ways to demand something
inarticulate and insensitive
from a sensitive and wandering cave.
a cave lost from the place
in the earth where it fits best.

lamb_waves

goodbye, in the shank
of the evening;
greasy wet meat and
steamy white tendons,
melted on to a squid
shaped bone. this is
from some Araby land,
so wholly devoid of mustard
and ketchup, that I think
they might be made up.

any way you cut it,
the lamb is still dead

duck_seagill_pigin

once around the pond-o
the ducks and seagulls fond-o
of the bread.
not the gravel dirt smelly finery of grass and orchids still
abloom all late in act over
yellow floored october
it isnt over until the snow
falls,
and I cant remember if the ducks are still
there to eat in the snow
.
or do they go.
where the seagulls with me too?
........
the pigions though,
remain like an old jimmy cliff.
a million finest plumbs with wings
rarity of a dazzled planet.
the mighty pigion, longest life
lingering flight, feathered sight
for a soar over the drifting winter.

mist

streets to no where
trees tone the weir
of the great gray silver balance
which, upon the mountain, decides.

traleea-traleauleu-continue

Flesh, all december's faire
Feast as a tern in air,
gobbling the herrings there
slobbering an hour, while
cholic wards wondered;
plunged in the hickory smoke
give us some fish they choke
closest to mushroom
cooked in egg without the yolk.
sandwiched or fingered,
. then they wrote back.
but not the sick hungered


salmon to the right of them
salmon to the left of them
salmon BEHIND of them
followed and lumbered
shown lots of icy swells
while one cant really tell
if horseradish goes so well
that day it made them ill
camels through jaws of heft
black in the fire of hell
all that was left of them
left of sick hunger

when can allegory save?
of the white chard they made!
all the worms hungered
honest the meal they made!
, somber the lemonade.
no more sick hunger

trala-tralae-the-

devil 56hs
the devil comes to play
at midnight, the devile
allows a silver lead weight to sink into tethered jaws
and rest all heavy at the bottom of a bottomless belly
filled with turky and werky and spice

the farmers wife went to cut up the mice
cause the neighbors cat bit the dust
must have been a bunch of times
56/something gives you nine
and here's what they say ;
in a thirsty voice that seems to say;

a half a loaf a half a loaf a half a loaf on word
all in the belly of heft
rode the sick hungered
FORWARD the lepoerd gaze
CHARGE for the TONGUES, he sprayed
into the valliums theft
road the sick hungered

FORWARD THE LEPPeRED MAZE!
was there a salami made?
NO, the sojourner knew;l;;;
thumbrints outnumbered
thirst not to peel a ply,
thirst not to raisin vie,
first but to chew and die.
Into the belly of nuff
rode the sick hungered

catnip to the right of them
catnip to the left of them
catnip in front of them
folly in number
donuts and hot choclate wells
if only they ate their fill
INTO THE FLAWS OF ETHER
INTO THE MIST OF FAREWELL
rode the sick hungered

.............

to be continued, its 1033

sulfer_moon

tearing into a quick circuit,
the tame crater face sloughs up
solid dust ruffled sails
though we cant see it
or we cant comprehend
that a minute a thing as that
makes what everything that was ever told
all wrong and as vacuum .

when_is_day?

Good morning your Sniffness
All is well?
Bad,
rather partrigy-on-the-wally
as of late
last night
awoking in a rapid fire dream
spreading through the
arching symmetry of on thousand years
, all the portraits of mighty Sniffnessess passed
sent up in inaudible smoke signals.
And you see, I am not blind!

lousy_noises

monday was the honey cakes
of a thorny tuesday.
and who knew, way deep down
in their knees even, that the sounds
of the city, bells rings, dings steps, bushings copters
sawzaws cats, rashes pumps, depletability and hunger
mice flapping, shucking snipping, dappering wheels, no wheels many wheels,
paint chipping and yellow escaping, magnificence and insignificance too,
all too lowsy and loud and get the hell out of my way
to make a difference.

Ice Cream makes a great clamor though
as it goes. I would like to do everything possible to icecream , as
part of my life , icecream; consider it done.

I will shoot at icecream, stab it with a rusty spring,
freeze it melt it, subject it to kisses, bite the icecream, fork it , pay it a princely sum,
step on the ice cream, kick the ice cream
fell the ice cream with an ax,
hear the ice cream scream as I squeeze it in my ice cream stained hands
, demolish the ice cream with a sixteen ton wrecking ball, salute the
ice cream, beat the ice cream against the
ice cream freezer door, offer my just advice, sue the ice
cream in the court of law, kill it, sniff it, stuff it in a milkcrate,
save the ice cream from a fiery death, send it to heaven,
dig a grave and then bury it.

all this, but only chocolate
ice cream.

those ice cream noises, I do appreciate. they go something good
.

octogan_bears

select, amperes, disjointed feather
stones, lungs of future fish
forced to leave the fresh pressure
a million cubes of brass moon relief.
There is where I want
to bring down and crack
in half to get the riches
inside in case
cheeses are soft lore and old cheese is honey
from hard to get gold bees

Thermo-refractive noise in gravitational wave antennae

two words for you
: the title is rather misleading as to what this is actually about.
maybe you thought it was about something neat.
maybe you thought it was about gravity
or sandwiches.
No, the truth is none of those situations.
Rather, it is about nothing like that.
I'll leave it for you to figure out what its about.

ohm_laws

the staggering near
sighted old man clutching
at the two halfs of an unmittigating
corral, I dont care for.
the grimace and fishbreath
fingerling in an all too aparently not automobile,
, I dont. care. for. No, not even that,
is that I dont consider. Take it all back,
roll it up and digest it under the pressure
of an magnetic planet.

instead, see that mid air gobbling seagull,
competing with ohm, listening to roaring perfumes
and clangor and jilting and buffered canteloupes and other things that are not nearly
as great or necessary as mid air gobbling
.

and come to think of it, I have never seen a turkey gobble.

I have seen , though, a sea gull
gobble in midair.

dead_on_the_trail

last night an eternal dark
coat chased the fall red
son of deer down
that coyote sky bristles
with uncountable glint
tips erupting aurora
borealis yowls and milky lips
curl around one yellow
protrusion moonish fang
behind the ears threes song
warbles and dissapears
ridges and swamps to prance
where canters cant canvass

flower_in_may

lopside numbers on spindles
so bare of grease
on bare legs eased
set to peas porridge hot
please partridge cold in the pear tree
at christmas time,
you'll be mine
yuletide
moontide
seaside rides
the waves
they never stop
they never start
what if they art
thy part?

horse_shoes

breeeze is half your hearing
half your sighing half the time.
the other half is time.
slow bryzoa
flow stuck to oak stick
. a stage is the dock
. if the damsels are metamorphic rock
. me; am not one of them
. and neither is whirligig over
there a monitor or merrimack.
just a spinning life of black

"let the mud be the mausoleum
and the mussel be the most"

/.

mmddssss

miid daay sunshie

old_climbers

close in the blankness of mid
day the sirens wail down upon the sorry
ears of my foot joints, suddenly
realizing all of me is joints, nothing
solid or so seeming to be that it is
rigid or piecemeal or fishmeal or real at all,
but all the same, it is not as hot as it is insane

after_the_other_two_or_there_months_to_go

welcome to august, august.
august, welcome to august,
I guess.
welcome, august, to august.
, a gust of summers guts in august
for the rest its september, for august.
welcome back august, for another year.
a hole year with august, again, august is back again.
to be here for the whole time that is august.

111

mysterious bipeds
go right past
the rattle trap pitty
I extensively offer;
sick of suffering
poorly in the city,
dodging mirrors on wheels
jutting steely iron
lumps from innordinate
lifeless stumps rusting
clips peek through
each soul, so wracked
by poisonous doubt
as to what exactly
its all for and about.

todayesteday

fast flapping gulls
giving away themselves
to not be ducks in the dark
are on our minds
in our houses
fast flapping flies
give themselves up
to be fed to the spider webs

in_tolerable_minutes

J is for 1
is for the constant
wierd weed like motion
persisting upon summer rain showers and sun

telephone monkey connections
write a story of the kindred
imaginations built up to burst point
one million years ego, eeek.



CRACKERS
the taste they taste
of is like bouncing
thise rubber balls for a while.
except its not as nuts
to throw crackers against the
wall and just jump right
outta the way.

SECOND CRAKERS
now its like the dry spot on over at the front on
a ferry in the wind going from cape vincent back to cape vincent
. and the fossil rocks are really being attacked by the water in the lake.

third crackers
the thirds of the crackers are turning to sixths
of a crackers if they can do that thats what they do
turning into a six part cracker that has
a personal buggy
carriage pulling a special band stand for the marching
band behind to ride in the heat.


fourth crackers
ghosts are hosting things behind the white
sheets hanging
down forming a barrier
from the second tier (no crackers up there)
and the ghosts are playing with solid maracas.

fifth crackers.
I havent gotten there yet so its still ghost cracker
parhia maraca heaven.
OK THAT TIME I REALLY saw one
Ghost Finger
Maraca Wiggler
Welcome to Pihrana Island Kindergarten

penguin_sham

the penguin is mighty
mighty hot in the coal mine
where they work now. I
hirer of penguins, evading taxes,
erasing written laws requiring
icebread and fishhead sandwiches;
the filth of penguin wishes . . .

how_hot_the_sun

is the name of this singe
bringing the inner juices
of a good honest human
to the outter edge refridge
-erator rated f
or no adequate enough
.
if there was a jesus
he would please us
with lemonade so fine,
never said if it was cold wine.

be a piece of cloud
for me please
and settle
in between
the insufferable
and
the sufferee

I need
is what I need
is a head full of river weeds
in a deep of about twenty feets

wet_baths

backs
uncumbersome for some
other minutes of hours
sliding sticky stacky
tracks

third_of_sumthin

another old dagger board day
which way is with a way?
. so
just keep doing to go
that orbital thing
.ever
one allways forgets that,
when there is no burning
ones thin crust of a skin

/ Think again or become as much as the vampire zquid that barely swims
in the ocean deep, most likely asleep and, hardly more than
a ghost
or a bit of undigested teeth.

wetness is goodness
if not behind the ears nestles
something damp but not a sponge
more like a cupboard potato
sporting legs and a sprocket
trying to springbok it to the dollar store
to pick up some towels
to dry all those eyes
and ears too

a wiff a stir a strike
out at first
a no runner
a fast runner
a home runner
a referee telling me
that I'm in their game when I'm in of for and by my game
get OUT humdinga
hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
dinga
humdinga
HYENA

lords uneven
smash squash fast slow something no

bugs_bugs_bugs

I pass by this slice
of ant paradise
; a teeming heaven
on polygoned watermellon

hunadengue_hunadengue_hunadengue_________&_macormack

hold it
right there
if your bones where solid
still you would
sit still but silly
you who flew the coup
of that refloored unwalled cabin fever
sayin
I've go't et TOO!
and the ligamented keys unfold
and jangle lobsterwise across the pitch
while up here is
safe to say A-CHOO!!!

may_I

I have two beating hearts
and no mother am I
. Sun is an inch into my
skin all over me
. Bugs are flapping by
my ears wet with raw water
. One in my chest is acccccccellerating
and the other
a little lower, is squeezing slower
on remnant calcium

x_is_to_xylene

sell me something I dont know
already smelly
in defective shoes
meant to keep the filth on the outside
two way perm

Publish Post

eators sitting bridging conditions
ouef annomininity; listing ballast of silly
and to think that that would float, is another story
for a day that is all gone if you really knew

lmnop

I'm not cold on today
the sun has heard
and sends a thankyou note
for caring through space
where the sun shine never gets like me

landing here
in the sparse grass
the black bottoms of me
tap a never nervous signal
through the amplifying earth
and into rocks ever which way

habitation

I dont live on coloniale
I live on HALAK
You done not live on esplanade
You live on CAMMALLARI
We dont live on osborne
We live on SUBBAN

an additional 993
avenues
boulevards
et cetera et cetera
follow

tomorrow
the birth
today
the day

when we win the cup
you wont be able to fly
why?
cause the mountain will erupt ! !

unfeed

not human to be
an antler of a desk
set a step from the rush swish edge
when old winters over and new
spring is done
I'm summer riffing mode;
young and impatient for the next snow

curve_stars

left behind turkey legs and half
a million specs of old news
are the views I just left
and edible transfusions of well spent
time traded for some grime and poofs of no-telling.
whats to do
whats to do

for_the_fools

picking out your pockets
like am running a race
be kickin so tall so my shoe
hits your face
in the place between
the nose and the seen
eyes bleed,
and cry, and pleade
that the robbin will cease
but no
like ceas_er went to the clean_ers
brutus wasnt mean_er than my mad mad demeanor
make you pile dust for the street sweeper
trucking along in the early morning fog
driven by a zombie straight out from the bog
I'm a nightmare
I'm never fight fare
so chop you with the ax
and file down your skull
cheat like the tax collector knows full
well I'm outta hell
burn out your brain with a sulfuric smell
guess thats now all thats to tell

maydee_maydee_Maybee_Maybee

the size of the eyes in
that there flection
staring back at me almond me
almost all of me can see
the rest of me that I cannot see
contrarily.

dang nabbit ducks think nothing melow.
but where are they now then?
are they off sporting sunglasses and
bright grasshopper green flowers tied into
suspenders holding up duck bill platypus pants?

atomic bombs fly out my nose and into all of the other noses on this planet.
I sit back and laugh.
I sit back and laughter is because the trees are atomic
shelling endlessly the stairs that go so far they go to know where.

Maybe I'm not the only survivor on the planet. But at this rate

pekoe_orange_horse_breath

digital figits sipping
all sleepy facts and corner
stone cuts soft shots
steeped and broken up
with a snap drab from
the hard workin bee workin hard
yesterday or so it seemed
to me sittin on pillows three
deep there one two billion square pile
booms swinging for the hard boiled eggs
that I wont eat again next to the rest of the week
end

smallest beans
cycle in my pocket,
virtually, indescribable in ink,
well , fantastic rates though
broken glass slow
I am waiting all night.
I am waiting all day.
I am going to be waiting till the cows
up and parade down the smelly streets
an army of porcupines chomping the porcaline
reactors of the drafty civilization.
for some reason that might not be too far fetched!

11_47

here is gargantua
cousin to gozilla
mother to mothera
filmaker to bonzai
penitentiary earthquake reality
and poison effects that spout
all fake pedestrian hustle about all about
going nowhere and seeing hurt feelings
come alive and snap the spaghettie spokes
holding reaganomic geometrics in line
or something
or other

april_show

open the pillow with soft
white guts
that flutter and spin a damp coat
and great blue hat
dull while that is not white
what should be bright bright light
where is the ice

evasive_pieces

in this huddled mass
I roust and spin
a faucet with no cereal
for the bowl and spoon
singing crumpets growing into colors that are too good
by the church
for me, for me.
standards of stranded rafts
bit and shattered on the
mesozoic hurdles; drop-ping wet,
semi-solid and sweet and just being,
being there which is.

hunkidory.
smell a skunk.
sign a tax evasion form
aforementioned, in the brief.

laundry day soon.

participation

precipitation is to
humility
as
participation is to
humanity

the_net_kid

the bacck
the forrward
the back and forth
from the right to the left
and then zap to the back of

registered

a g or a deli
do I acre?
or square?
no.
I can see a million
ways and half a million through
the mediocrite that accompanies
a quitter quitting before
ever not hitting
a no hitter.
yes.
and then the accompaniment
of crap foil pressed
on the outside of a jacket
; more a sieve than a sleeve.

catch my catfish??????????

roe v lax-wendroff

the pyramid of numbers
myriads and falls
into a prefect;
a plot so perfect
its daunting

wood

where can tell me more about
wood
than
my axe
my shins
my saw
my hands
my maul
my stove
my wheelbarrow
my frozen grownd
my mom
stacking stacks
out back
for holy wooly bears
to wait the winter into a myth
?

dont_treat_on_me

spooling charts on wide branches,
the wind is feeling
out the furrows of axial knowledge
and spiral evolutions
,.,densifications in one part of
the window sill holding the solid time pane
are much the same if tribology was a
little creature with nine feet
that had ten originally
before mowing the lawn beatfootedly

clouds

today I saw through the sun
I seen what you would expect to see
so I wont tell you what I saw through the sun

in memoriam c.p.f

the old guard
is gone, sailed away
out of south bay
past the narrows even.
who is left to leave then?
boathouse epics and manners
fly no more banners
since this exquisite
character has ceased to exist it.
memories are hard.

wershington' decidously

medusa government, I know not when
prosthetic, vile, and ill conditioned feet
will (barbary-ish pirate mode) complete
destruction. upside downedly pretend
to be; so cancelled out as parmesian
if steamed from milk so salt of possum teat.
stalactite tongued mosquite, no o, no deet,
demonish serin function [crystaline
disruptor] laden viscous .:. instigate
ammendments; itching filching tuber essay!!
supplant midwestern lake beds NOT,,, let their
protagorean milky aggragate
emosions fake .!. sincerely, doubleday
::;': this future rank of stale potomac air

in the backyard
of things
snow went and made
a wet cover for pants
, a windy froth odd or even
(neither matters) licked
those pants
with a larch stick.

I want to know something about
the imponderables ;;;llll;;;;;;;;;;;;
the ties that tie us up on the rail
road tracks when the train is fast
approaching the flavors of ankles and necks

abcdfgerkjlmnop

time is material
infinite is void
but defined
and thus has
time inconsequential
!!!!! dont let them know!

rulse_break

a whole church
of the earth I make
every strand of stone
and stick a prophet
and placed in my
pocket makes
me a rich man
unsordid and bronze.
to the reason of sunshine
I bear arms
and take a nap so that
later I'll be
still greater
than before.

for_mayakovsky_in_the_daylit_march

a bruise under my thumbnail
is an orbit for a tachistoscope real
to run on to run around on
and then there is what
to do about these clouds
ketchup smeared sneezes
in the great plaza's
grass carpet
abominable hysteretics washing
along perimeterilly and unaware
of my spinning
bruise under my thumbnail
put there by memories'
buttonless twig
, a lost code in inconsistent
lighting or a sparkling blotch of
raw dirt.

now the place
is smelling again an
incantations of bobbers on branches
wiffle the whole day through
and then some

pterodactyl flings
a figure of sideways
air and a sorrow
of plungers falls
on a crane
so so
in flight
so so
in cave

oblique crashes
an omniscience of unparalleled
scarededededededeness

comin straight from the
river
the world liver
a beaver
a sliver
of willow
y dont know

walkin on the mainland
like a lame man
is the continental thought
noteriety got bought
originality gat cought
but a gat not!
a spear shot
fittin between the scales
of the liberty gall's
hands like the reptiles
fools is all smiles
and aint worth whiles
whiles I'm around
more is found
out-o

???????????

retraction

sorry.
the seagull call
was not for me.
Red Tail Hawk circled
above;
the first responder in
the actuality that is half of the everything.

ppppp

a call is coming through
for me
from the seagull clan

rung_cutter

chromium positions a rich
cake everlasting taste
the bugs are the winner
climbing up a black ladder
a jubilee of sunlight
is tearing me to pieces
and my friend is turning into a snake
of some sorts a pretty pretty panda
just what to be afraid of now?

suppose . . . ; no , dont. this is the omen.

the first mosquito
bit my hand.
not yours.
remember that.
which is the most important;
which is the most mosquito.

claudius caught a wolf dropped from the eagles feets.
I coughed up some blood for the bugs feasts.
capish?

friday

headed
to obamarama
a land of the fre
a big land
a helthy land
an obombaramaland

june42

centipede geartrain
unwinding arboretum
please visit my grave
mothy calf
connect no more
my bones wont
dissapear
___________________

in the grange
foldings of plate
glass history
stack,
awaiting earthquakes
a car crash
plane old incidents

holding out emploring hands
to the authorities

lamp_extractions

Euler had a big nose.
For being so stinking smart,
that is.

john_brown

's body lies.
a mouldering in the grave
is a state
and nothing to go between
the truth of death
and the faucet of life.

some fruting bodies lies
a mouldering neath my bed/
toast

compost the windows
and everysingle snows

wwwwaaaayyyyyy

this oats
thing is a crock
I cannot sympathize
with the crutch called a clock

antennaeiou

whos a with?:
you are with,
, , but now not with with ;
is with this wither with here , an,
where?
in the infield feeling aroud , a,
with?

the_listen_to_this

I'll sink yo boat!!
Dont think I wont!!
Yours dont know how
to swim
so mine does! this
my win!

this_is_the_return

textile selves of them
return all sewed
sleeves
up on the other end
are holes
for the headless.

you

are a tremendous
fart the type
to rip lamp posts
out of landscapes
hair raising, nose melting,
covalently sour
blackmarket haricots noir

ominitions

let them beware
glass ware
solid quarts underwear

the bird drops a lozenge
to sing the better
the bear stops a gar rage
to sleep the better

sinh(dilli_beans)

this new snow juice
is such a craze
to the parched

the_last_our

traumatized by bach ;
under wooden cows
dogs horses eagles things
like coursers they flew
impressions ripe and smelling
in mint onion hungry tongues;
the best friend of venturi

fingers_for_brains

fid = fopen('fuck_this_and_that.txt');
a=textscan(fid,'%f64 %f64 %f64');
fclose(fid);
lim = length(a{1})-1;
J_100 = a;
b = J_100{1}(1:lim);
c = J_100{2}(1:lim);
d = J_100{3}(1:lim)-J_100{3}(1);

figure (1);

loglog(b,c)
hold all
loglog(d,c)

hold off

return;

>>hungada hungada hungada & McCormack

letter_to_the_editer(anteater)

I am inventing
the telethrone.
for kings (and queens) (and god?[does
that guy {or gal} sit {or
stand} on one])
whos time is not
insufficient
in enough places.

ankles

of broken candles
in the singing heat of
billion layer sleep
and its there only
that its illusionary

;;'eal

cornish ham.
what is that?
corning glass.
how early is this morning?

outside giant and shiny stacks
are standing
miraculous and unsupported
and doing nothing for me.

Just to let you know;
the sun (sic) does not
peep over the top
at try to kill the conical cells of photoreceptors
any more than the pigions still clap
in a cheap immitation of gross drum beats,
dig?
gross drum beats? dig?

the cranks are wobbling
and my nerves are fluctuating
with the thermal expansion coefficients impossible to account for all of the time
so then it is pray
that the bracket dont stove in

you, as I knew you

and as I went
out across and crossed myself
like a dracula
I did not die
and did not know
that where I dracula
I could die
when I went
out across and crossed myself

but I am more than that.
more than that one crossing.

phantasms of plural speaches
hover around my raggedy andy head
hover around your raggedy anne head
, shoveling the scripts of moments
shining in absolvement
, shortening the lists of christmas pasts
. realizing you have not lived as long
as you thought you had
is a strange feeling. Do I
think that at some point you are wrong
about not living as long as I have?
I bet that you are wrong
because it happens during when I
did not, apparently, be living.
Just a scabbard of me was maybe not there,
the blade splintering into sharp quills
and implementing a cursive exaggeration
about apple trees and pear trees given to the porcupines
out of the mere kindness of providence,
and then melting back together again, unlike water who is
with condor wings
always dissolute and unable to resolve a singular condition.

groundchuck_across_the_wall

ninja turtle breath
expelled in awe
at the spider
resurrector
!seasonal mutagen attacks!

jumpin_juniper

a cannon shot down the alley way
grapes wrapped in
poisson effects
clobber limbs from coursers
flying in a mock v
a real g


twenty thousand feet antecedent

clumsy and dropping
a flouric shroud of two runs
;;' ';[;;;this doctrine
';';;;;'[l; should be montreaux boppin

succinct

when my shorts
are made of ice cream
I'll let you know

but for now
they are made of snow

eeee

four levels of mouse noises
hiccuping and running for cover
in the pile of corners

know the spring. the taste
of struggle.
of the indecisive wet and muck
exuding from thin air
stirred by the sun

forget about the moon sturring nothing
it is a lie
wrought to you by the postage stamped
margins of partridges

phase_diagrams_written_

in ice
on ice
for ice
you might say that
of me
when
I'm on the ice
in the ice
of the ice/
.
Crookedly booming
slip slid crossing
to stand on the bottom of the river
on a rock protrusion
the breath of
an eagle
the eye of an seagull
flapping over the open water that is left steaming and brooding
up a church full of indelible motions
the ice is pushing
in on its self turning back into water in the
only watery way that peculiarliar is is is reversed
a whole verste of ten inches and internal fluxuations
in every direction but a quick stream
refusing the containment of cold/

that is where I live and always.

lll_or_III

cannot tell
you

my shoulders crunched
when the sun
was trying to burn a whole
through the land from under neath
to reach me
my only friend
my old friend
the sun
trying to reach me
always and only

polecat_tails

In the evenly spaced
beams invisible things
remain situated and in
constant dynamic battle
over the meaning
of equilibrium and
steady as she goes state
To not get worried
is half of my problem
To squat and seethe with
indecision on which to favor
is half of my problem

b

azure blush and ice
mica flights in the
strong first rays of february first

kings_coles

abnegated by the third dimension,
the penalty
is as manyheaded
as is footandmouthdisease

. ;;'
canada is in the land of the hendecahedron

cold_wind_movinmovin

shoulders buckling
into shoulders
the nose one
sniff frozen
toes writhing
staying a living
moment more
ice among pigions
lifting glint
visions and things
made all of sun
feeling hot none

news_to_me

off to afghanistan
hold yourself ransome
make a demand
best be handsome
at least hell fit in
with that ruffian
island boy grin
o!, brother!, amen!,

_

even seven is cold.
nothing, the idea there of,
works the swashplate syndromes drilling through
liberty bell skulls and the core there
drips out a molten zero
, if I can imagine,
into the not so empty surroundings
lacking in adiabatic solutions

with

the concentration
involved in not seeing
into only onto
is stupendous as is the way that failing snow
melts instantly
into piles unto
itself felt less there than a minute ago
when with justice and prevalence
the said left the clouds
more shape than slop remnants

12_

a
complaint has been filed.
it
complacent does get filled.

thank_the_stamps

croce delizia

yassir
yeeap
mhm

I want to see the
tomato obliterate

in the reactor
inside of me

the acid wet bench
groaning under the alloy pressure
of point melting ice
and trabicular migrations

acetic_abc

run till the hips
turn inside out
true

skate till the pants
are wet hands
yes

aethiest pie grows late
in the day
pushed on solar wheels down the alley so greeting
and with that logarithmic tree
standing in fixation of the heap rudabega feelings

rudabega is rudimentary
squash is obituary
we is cassowary

[[[and[[[then]]]]next]]]
allatonceapleatintheboundlesssky

if wok thoughts turn out to have been
crimson in taste and belated in after

__

This frost belly
cat

is oppressing
over breakfast through
the two windows below
one above

is distrusting the bike
thrown over the crazy gate
late at night one night

a_bit_of_bones

al qaeda
el qaeda
il qaeda
ol qaeda
ul qaeda
ikea!!!!


come on!!!
ITS THE SWEDES ALL ALONG!!!!

_sunrise_

not so fast
as the sun drops
is the sun
rather
was the sun
heaved over the million brims
the glow
the saturating sky ice
too many different ways
was it parted!
to get an idea of how far away
was it holographic!


the sparrows stretch
vocal chords
the I stretch
retinal cones

99999*9^9

spurious phantasms hold
an eigenvector in regards
running that high up
dangerous inviscid fold
; floating points;
no direction
but home

frog_blood

rising early
or late
or last night

but all the same.
when the cranks extend for my legs
and my toes recoil,
sodden, sad, soporific

cooooooooooooooooooooooold
.
the wind, is partly to blame.
the sock, is partly not balm.

an artificial double negative
spins spins spins.
down there. down hill.
where the water could collect
if the winter would not state its reasons
and back again.

my
frog instincts want to keep me in
a bed of mud warm blankets

mallow coupes

can not is a
splinter
of plastic instead
of the plentiful
and common
good


roofs melt together
at angles oblique\comparatively
to the plaster experiencee
and experiencer
on a suspect proof;;
;;rounded chisel numbers

in_some

onions among tomatos
spare space for spaghetti
in there
some where with a stale
thing not a another thing

grape fruit wet bench
at a fast budget ;; seeming slow
between eroding laundry

hark, the herring angle

The Industrial Renaissance
is coming up
has to
will be

un less

I am too late
We are too late
too dead
cut down
so done

watch for it
you are necessary
a part
the working fluid
in your joints
are the movements

The Industrial Renaissance
makes
will make
must make