too big to fart

the man walked in with a big round belly
and it was hanging over his belt
which was already struggling againts the gravity
of the money bags and gold bars hanging on.

the doctors looked him over and he looked overly fed.
he looked over the parking lot where his
humdinger was parked and thought this would be the last ride.

the old doctors get his money first. they have had a little
hard time cutting lumps, not usurury becuase this guy has so much
fat to give. they said. actually, you are just indigesting.
looks like a terrible case of gas.
what have you been eating?

paper. . . plastic. . ... imaginary numbers..... stuff like that.

oh hummm. .

he's too big to fart! it will blow us all down. it will stink.
so they pumped him full of their private stock of de-gasser. of peptodismal and
peppermint cookies. they asked him questions about if it was enough. they gave him
two tablespoons of pure bicarbonate soda and one glass of water.

I'm a why pasted man

why are the oceans read? and
the grasses green?

if the why-fors married the where-abouts?

what if the howdidodies hitched with the howyadoings?

and then what if they all played football together
on ice and with squids instead of footballs
like detroit burning down around our heads
visions of sugar plump faries dancing on flagpoles

whatever happened to flags going to tattters?

slumday

its raining
its cold
the old man is sitting at home
sewing holes in his clothes

while the fat tv glows vowels
accross the rows of soda
cups to be disposed, growing mold

underwaterinsansasylumbreakoutmode

a convergance of understanding
mis directed fingers
tapping light rythmeter
pitter patter

the wobbling heat stays in the corner of one room
where we dont eat

the economic vitality

its about the echonomy, stupid
its about the echidna, stupid
its about the echinoderm, stupid

its about the United Standing
the United Starting
the United Staple

the United Stutter

where is the snow?

its cloddy
its cod

its not cloudy
or cold

its slow
its wit

its not snow
or white

November Remember Before December

blue green algue

Like the ferns?
Like the rapid prototype of fern rollers?

they are going to be plastic. They are.

they will roll over the ferns. They will.

If we place a plan of action, about two feet,
east of west of here, then there will be a pan
to cactus the ferns and deep-fry them
and we will measure their impedance
on digestion.

frost

the trees are ticked
that their leaves are dropped
floating into dirt or
pavement puddles
pulvarized signs that
winter is about timing not
the frozen quantity of snot.

american beams

steel glass surroundings
solder paperweight beginnings

I breath the dust
and fingerless moments
intaking solvent
paying rent with healthy cents

solder lime

like crosby plying the world trade fair
looking for helmets
made of hair
or hornet nests to rest on
the ice is hard and the heart is starting to
be on the bench where the team is sitting
waiting for soda and crackers
and wondering where the toillette brushers are

rcp

real cool persons
sic pumpkings
and queens fillling stockings
at christmas we wish you the bestest
holiday cheer and like the end of the year
the hot apple pie melts the fillings in your teeth
and the rest is history so to speak
and freeze the dirt rock solid, crystal lines
up in columns and crunchy volumes
sitting under the eaves of million mile ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dub bems

slow slopes to a round peak
the river to cross is wide
and jah rastafari
bumping along in the back
can hardly signal the taxi to town

last hemmeroid

a huge potato
revolving and absolving sin
in space
flit and flan , uncooked
going to pan slap
a wave creeping over continental
shelfs stocked with canned fish.

we can can anything.

wale apparatus

why would a pipe
be for a whale
or is it the prince
and the principette,
ipso facto
pippette sliced bread in a kitchenette
its as neat
its as expensive in the dark ages
of 3011

singing the grayblues
got holes in my pockets
and loose change in my shoes

fooseball visions and red
old pigions sitting ledges

gulf of gull

I remember the snail slaughter
houses and heads snuffed hunder
one big foot step

ducks burst from around the bend
and the sun goes away
and the seagulls purchase a mystery set
of sealegs instantly bobbing behind the roaring
river coughs