skates

the importance
of sharppness
is not lost
it cuts on ice
and leaves a trace
to track the matter
after an over an hour
its erased

first snow

take a fist of cool air
to capture and melt a billion crystals, connected
dots of vapor
the breath draws up and up

Flannel Cave

I am a bear, yes, I know this
feeling cold and out of place, a shivering
statue of contemplation, fitting the good fit
to the contemporenteity of thermalmechanical noise
mine of which is pretty low, so low
that the ball can pass under the couch and
there must I crouch down low
and suffer the gains of dust and crust and mold that
infringes the edges of airloose windows

the forcast is a big frost
a permanent frost from here to April
from nocturnal visions of a damned bat,
like they I confide in a cave of hibernation
a mental disaster and public housing crisis
the tax rates went up last week,
and collusion is the new corruption (so they say)
a gazebo or two or some underwater parking
for a white whale to ponder the harbor,
a hungry hungry tip-off to the sector of
information a coalllition of the willing
a friday night blacker than thursday, in the papers
read all about it.

the myth of watergate

the canal is dry
with the grass cracked and laid to the side
the dock stops on the bottom
and seagul dreams stand idle

why does Seleucus continue to look to lock
out phantom water where the still air
freezes the puddles at night?

questions 
 for a fish who dreams

Who's sucking on Grants Thumb?

Who's a horseshoe crab about it?

who is showing their lack of ancestors
on the horsefly plaqued beach in jersey

get me some dental floss
and I'll show you the day that died in infamy,
the slave smuggling crockett spaniel, shuddering strands of hair
shoulding to be a just mop, mopping up the unjust
cause they live on the pigion neglected crust

Who's Burried in Grants Tomb

who's burried in frank lloyd wright's tomb?

Who cares?

I dont. 

Quality Falcon

The falcon is quality
feeling high and uptempo, a tempest turning
over turbulence, spatula wings wung out far on the horizon
a fissile salvo
at the warring pigions, the insidious menace of the
popular newscast, these they die and spin the grave

excise

torpid tongue, a languid some
divided by antiquity and a line of  brick dixie cup
highway rest stops,

frost falls in the north of capricorn, places left
to rot and congeal cancer in the eye of the storm

excuse

my french
its lacking in habit, refinement,
produce,

j'ne say pax romana

paz the viaduct, ducky

excess

rythm and jive and fast talking cars
facing up the street and a big fat cat waddles
its chin as it speaks:

the tuna fish living is unforgiving to chronic
heart disease
and communicable issues immortalized in the frieze, in
fifth column and fourth row policies
of a gap toothed narrowly marginalized pedigree
the whole sold party believes
in it ...
and why dont you try to sneeze with your eyes
open , a lot can happen when your eels run down the stream to the sea
and shop at walmart for chinese cheese.

exempt

my taxes are representing the attempts
of a frozen net cast under the ice
to be pulled like a dumb whale from the depths
of watery night

except

EVERYTHING IS solid body mechanics

soiled underwear and harvard university stock market returns
the kings of a fish mouth, a vision of split pea soup, dangling
darlingly on the horizon.

whilst on below decks, the gordon's gin sinks the ship

excerpt

Still, energy can reach the system through the stainless steel tubing connecting the pumps, on the floor, to the vacuum chamber.  Though the frequency is low (much less than the 1^st mode resonance of any beam) and therefore is not expected to excite the cantilevers, the roughing pump has a noticeable vibration.  Impulse noises (doors slamming, loud staccato noises) from the environment have been observed to, at times, excite the first mode resonance.  Measurements are made when the room is and has been quiet.

NEW WORLD PORTER

the crows have called the selection process crooked
bent like corn stalks cut by the big green combine
a story book approach to modern history and religion

the cinderella dressed in mustard banana story
a famous variety of salad dressing or mosquito repellent,
smelled in front of a c-note limit of commitment


And we must wait, wait wait,
not just sit around, but hold the door open
for the cold wind to wipe the condensate off the window panes
its just common sense!

its just tobacco kills!

its just habea corpse's lost coat fished from the chesapeake
and tossed in the swamp of a goat's ass