some green noodles

if you adjust your antennaes

and flush your bannannas

peels right down the towlette, moist fresh from the wrapper
american flag fluttering faster,

the single toe picking the open ocean nose
will be better to see.

or you can keep living like you know you do
not in the know
on that nose like the rest of the toes

if it was tomorrow it was the
same
plane spinach on potato whole
grain
candescent flames flaking up the damascene blade
its like the fury never am before the judge was framed
the future too storied to present a gift to the banque
non plus
no register pirate fussed'
if there very was a moment
the summit is it
sits by the fire a dog lies quitting the daylight rain
falling down
what could possoble by left as an portion but to froun

vase of snow

above is freezing
and below is water slipping ice
and running away
into a river bustling and bulging creaking and groning
tossing stones and fish bones

middle of the week

big moon on shining snow
and sun toasting the top crunchy
the walk today over broken glass trinkets
tinsel and gritty bits of rice

orange islands

missing links to listing locks
roadways made by ways withstanding pay day trades
digital multimeter two enginer three seeter snowmobile hotdog eager
to cross the frozen frozen ice I walk about
and out over to the other side of the Saints
trying to not go marchin in but over
out and over to the other side of the martyre
of the saturniidae
of the moths soft asleep under barck skirts waiting to eat the crops
and whip the horses with stradavarious parts

it not working

try what you will
splutter and bluster and spin and think
about winning and dream and say it outloud

but when its still solid at the end
and youve all but sold the load down the road
dont expect it to have worked because
for one, you expected it to work.

Why would you ever expect it to work?

its like asking why that one old man was pushing
a big rock up the hill
and then a big eagle ate his liver.
he should have pushed the rock on the eagle and ate his own
liver!

chemical rectories

heated black gasses
falling and clamouring to be the side kick 's coat
the insulating from the burn coat, from the flash
matic pain, a mega hurt for mineral flesh
a fantastic guess a sort of morass

slow fly list

you can get on the plane
but dont expect to plane off
like me on the boat, running rum and chewing SAALT cod
or you know, stirring up ferment or wet
sunglasses hiding the bitter search lights
from my eyes.

its cool. I'll take it slow down here, fly underwater
like a beaver or a otter.