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
.