pines in the wind

on a rock
forebode by all but lichens
and moss in the cracks
there is room for a pine
it seems

the wind cannot shake
nor the waves take
the pine from the granite squeeze

orthotropic networth

It was late at night\on the fifth of may
the rain hard and wet on the black causeway
the busses yet to roll and the birds on the dole
the city was empty as the bank vault entry
the getrichquick car sped down the lane
the swervish captain took serious aim
a pull of the trigger another and a thunder
clapped the mother on the back pouring ether
in her eyes the burn and no more lies
worth seeing anyway cause its the first of may
come what will and what will fray

the fortress

we have a moat
filled with carp big pike
muskie even to inhale the femoral arteries
of any intruder

we have a wall
steel wheels grumbling and humming
all night, bright spot lights shining out
the false prophets who should dare
propose a method or a madness

we have that glass factory
smashing vitreous pannels
discarded angles to be reconstrued as a liver cask
exporting to hither and thither
zephers on the ground sparkling and sharpening

we have that rail
a volcano passive and beneath the crust active
one accident away from krakatoa no-joke-ah
coal dust smoke coat
a tonic for periodic table laced alveoli

we had a history
clovers donkeys and the kings daughters brung
together a missive of a grand economy
tannin and oak leaves left livid fingers
raw and seven digits prosper

we have the point
being solid on foundations of prisms
the whole earths a beacon and the skys the lemons
with black snow falling upon the eppaulettes of
the french insurgent general, scrawling excuses on
the people's last properties
 

the guns of august

a gust aftificial though
the momentum's slough
to call it a bluff
the barber of seville cutting your throat ending the blush

sometimes it isnt some time, it is something

to sit and admit a burden uplifted
the quick decisions of neuron transitted
I think and I look whether time still exists
on the other side of four windows and sills

fair thee well to an ocean of seven tempers
eight times over the limit of a half whiskey ginger
a quarter cup sugar and still you wonder whether within as without
these visions can crumble

the sprinkle

the smell came first
before the sound of many impacts
little drops reach down from the clouds
and touch their surface to intricate works

jupiters great red spot

torrid flurries, crawl laminar walls
frozen gas as slush mist breaking a billious burst
tar red wheels open the thundering magneto spigot
strewing mold straw solvent corsairs across
a rushing tide a million years wise
rippled with cats eyes and gnewts pies the witches
brewed up an alien sky bitter cashew curls feathered edges
resting interlocked with the calmest clashes
and the layers to say nothing of the layers
indistinguishable from libraries and just plain old ice
making its never ending fall

the gold is under the skin

a shimmer and flash
pulled out of the currents catches
drifting with teeth outreached
to bite passing basses

the skin with thin plates
I love them all on sight
the colour of the sun and the coolness of the moon
the slip of eelgrass and the smell of willow roots
 

the persistence of clouds

above the blustery water
the clouds are dark and mutter
about rain and blocking the shine

and why doesn't the wind bother
them as it flutters our feathers
down here, as persistence matters
it must be colder than hotter
for a cloud is closer to the other

the snow of summer

breezes fling little drifts
in the corners of every angle
if all the weightlessness of fluff
could add up, a ton or more
floats easy through blue haze

sun in hum

the sparkled glass
exploding an even pane
on the yoked ones
toiling behind the plow

rain in june

spose plastic paddles
splashing feet spell
drum beats snare highat
the dance of little wet minutes
in the spot lights reaching an inch deep
down the block and green
accross the corner a pavement garden
growing streams and shiny leafs
lean out to kiss the window screen

have you seen a skate today?
my little car of mine?
Have you seen a rainbow today?
my little car of mine?

it might be made of cheesy bread
or instead of that its surely dead
the seagulls are looking for your rotten
hide, your so far away from your kind.

have you seen a boat today?
my little car of mine?
is that there an ugly fish?
my little car of mine?

the rights are right
and the purcupines
the smears of the road
the lasting kind
the oiled up rags and the listing
ships the rudders are broke held with clenched up fists
the missing rules and the errudite fools
the tossing waves and the lauded whales
the big gap teeth and the freckled faces
the whitest land on the planets places
the farther sands of the easter land
where the church is a cod and the cod is a man
and the harm is done and the profits had
and the sales are final and the finials are shale

have you seen a rock today?
my little car of mine?
is your nose a tad bit sloo?
my little car of mine?

 

the river is wide

the river lost its tide
and is running wide
the gourds on the ground
in a mimmicry of winter time
some side striped yellow wierd green
fields hollow soft between the bilayer
faced with a midnight
its way to deep
to not sink
and bump and plumb along the blind
reaches to navigate gold lined beaches

May 31st

brown brown brown is the color
of the sparrows have
they wave their wings and fluttered air
the string shy brings is the strangest where
the eve is rent and the red silver

grand is big unless its bad
rivers run fast until rapid
the foam it breaks and the rocks disface
the silent bridge under the surfs race

dust is burnt up crust of stuff
the toaster leaves at most the lifes
a thousand ants couldnt move the place
but the branching sun you cant escape

out of the light comes flying sparks
the crickets hawk and the midges hum
a lifetimes passed and still its none
more than a shark its avion
 

May 30th

last one
for they

birds in a big way

the wood is rotting
the walls are crumbly
pieces of dust flutter down
feathers fluffed as a bed
eggs clunk around
the sparrows fly up and then out

moon psalms 2

looking around and out the door
the night air is cold, flowing in ,
big brown sheets of wet smog, deisel
kerosene fantoms, whistling unseen
displacing the stench of a thousand ammonias
anyhdrous snakes coiled one by one\
elbow to hand to hang up
to stumble on
to be still and worthless or quiet and careful
to see the cold eyes the barn door had kept hidden
the animals that growl every night waiting to fill the morning with light

moon psalms 1

monday sun
a bummy carton orange smart diamonds
skattering on the pitch
stuck and sinking in mud
tires wafting rubber blunt
crisp lines left behind

++++++

crumbs fill into the cracks
winds whip through the back door
drifting poppyseeds to the spots where the ants
make do with the seeds what I would do too

March Archives

steps fall with the snow
a recess so you know who
passed and who stalled
black night sky leaves ice
where sun had slushed
so to follow your steps is to
fall all over again

_____

tin foil
on floor
__________

chocolate teeth
chewing treat

Baby Cart on the Whiskey River Stix

Shogun Willie pushes a cart
parts of the forest whisper Willie
Whipoorwills and swallows fly
from hill to hill
the mirage is quiet the day is hot
the sun is burning patches in the grass
green enough but not
blood red yet soon though up ahead

The Jagru Clan has a hideout
under a bridge on the side of the park
where junk accumulates in the dark recesses
hurricanes passes overhead
a dry spot a mist descends
and their decent scriptures get wet
wetter than the blood that filled veins

Its that time of day when people stop
to play with their children
hungry lips glisten with rice flecks
fingers beckon along a sinister mile
shops stand slanted and croppy
poor people slooping with dropsy
their eyes and nose mush for the toads to
flick flies from between glasping sighs

The scene is beginning to crowd with prams
but on in particular stands out its wooden
sides high and bare of toys
just a bottle of shiskey hugged tight by a tot
swill drool at the thought of how its tropish
to take booze from a baby
never mind that its Shogun Willie pushing the damn
kid the wide eyes soaking blood visions
grimmer things than thimbles filled to the brim
blood red blood oozing incisions precise cataclisms
missing limbs faking organic electric rythms

The Jagru Clan knows their foe
full of mercy but empty of compassion
the executor of a million wills and testaments
old and new trees reach up for the stars and spread
leafy remnants of the people buried long ago
and they see from behind brown wooden glades
that Shogun Willie must sleep  mustn't he?

MACEO PARKER

MACEO BLOWS THAT HORN
MACEO PARKS THAT CAR
PARALLEL
PERPENDICULAR
PERPLEXITY PERPPPPPPETUAL
PEPTIDES PEPTOSAURUS

MACEO FUNK CAT
WALK THAT
CHALK LINE PROPHET
BLACK BRASS BELLS
FELT KEYS TREBLE YELLS

raindrops keep dripping on my head

its trash day
that means collecting
cramming stuffing crushing discord
bagging and heaving all the wrappings
the trapping that pile up along the walls
throwing them off the porch

Shogun Willie

Shogun Willie sits around in his kimono
Monotone homonids dance around the phono
it rings it rings
it sings it sings

Shogun Willie doesn't have a care
He's got a lot of doing and nothing to hear
he brings he brings
people things people things

Shogun Willie plays bass in a country band
The pearls he wears came from east japan
they gleam they gleam
we dream we dream

Shogun Willie learned a thing or two
He broke the bank coming home from school
he spends he spends
again again

Shogun Willie rides a big brown horse
in the darkest part of the old grown forest
wooden trees wooden trees
appease appease

Shogun Willie makes us laugh and pleade
the jokes dont stop till the sun starts to blead
rising sun rising sun
meatball fun meatball fun

Shogun Willie went out to the barber shop
brought his kitana sword along to chop
the law the law
is raw is raw

Shogun Willie got deposed just the other day
the people say their hearts are heavey, way
so sad so sad
he's bad he's bad

Shogun Willie got burried in the deep brown ground
the flowers grow there on top of a mound
perennials biennials perennials biennials
machinegun sentinels machinegun sentinels

Shogun Willie has receded in our memory
the spacey neurons are mercilesly
unforgetting moments unforgetting moments
brain escarpments brain escarpments

Shogun Willie is more myth than man
the trumpets sound but dont make plans
cold brass cold brass
doesn't last doesn't last

snow pack

here the snow is mostly gone
the shade keeps its cold going
longer though and dirty   streets need a good
sweeping before we can hang sheets on the line outside

though it rained a few days ago,
it was not enough.  every step lifts dust
enough to make you cough
or snuffle or worst, its something to bring a sickness down
cold in the head while the land warms up every day
a little more

up north not far from here the snow is four feet deep
still and more is coming
the water is icy and the squirrels are antsy

cleaning up broken slates

strings sucked up
contained tornatos, denominae tomato
potato

cucumber spinach patch beans on a vine leafs all green

summers almost here
but its still snowing!


clean clean clean

Blood Orange Sanguine

shall we write a satire
an ovre to the tamales in the oven
lost pieces, critical ingredients found steaming or hard baked
loaves no longer edible, chocolate chip cookies
with chipped teeth, lettuce with human heads
cabbage as a testament to the power of education and
a founding principle we found as an insert
in the big book God's big book, "How to cooke like Captain Cook"

on page one I ate the ink and on page two I drank the pulp
puking it all up in a puddle by the plinth in the corner
the dessert was even worst, it was Dodo Yodo Yogurt
and the recipe called for fresh 1-year Dodo fed exclusively with rice
(where am I even supposed to get Yogurt anyway??)

Here we be, hungry floating in an endless sea
the sun searing us, now rowing the oars with steaks for hands
mutton chop cheeks dripping saltwater brazing, marinaded
toes and feet in Cretaceous dreams
visions of sugar plum fairies dividing us, conquering us, vini vidi vicesglutonyangerennui

And the tub of a boat we wrote in our satire
it was sinking slowly in tandem with the Devonian sun, the middle
period, an eon it took, a lapping started to be followed by a chanting, the waves
wavering and hesitating to break and sink our sorry ship,
the cooke broke down and decided to hang before he'd drown, and but for we being
Christ-ians we did not relieve our fast on his fatty flesh and all lent(nopunintended) a hand
t
o
pass
h
i
s
body aft
before
it bloated and soared
farty and fast
to the left or right
heaven
a
t
l
a
s
t

driving in a fast car with tracy chapman

riding supernatural pathways in halftime
syncopath stays holding binge for days skylightings
bringing pangs and tinges dinger singes
patches of action
careening machines
wheels of steam fleeced beams bearing the age about to begin
baleen streaming the wind screams in your ears a seamless
rapture
the big bad wipers striking wet drop options off the windscreen
an endgame a concorde mach ten to lexington
we concourse the planet forming a endzone from endloaded
and mankind digs it from dead end to dead ahead its
realistic and feted.

whats is there thats left us unsaid?

Herns at the break of day

Herns at the break in the ice
discern their colored eyes
yellow with black spaces
hungry as the ducks diving opaque quests
under polar replicas, each one a metric
of spring arrived too late but too early all the same

SUPER MARCHE

Slooped by way of the Stoop
you stop to slip in slop drop
ass flat back smack blasted flattening as a pancake
building as in earthquake rotten verbotten
not gotten off scott free to see a plea deal
the feel an orange peel fill pneumatic wheel
no matter that seal, no fatter the seal, the badder the chill
the adder has gills swimming under the sills crym~ spills
and people eat their pills whilst the wind howls and howls and howls
how wow about your own outback subaru kungfu hairdo chopped and screwed
together with yellow lead its better brittle soft in the middle but dont fiddle
with it or wish it lost forever in a blanket of white soft leather
feathers fearless wheather we'd rather not have either.

making a snow man

making us laugh in
the jaws of a lion roaring in
ripping up our windy pants
hairs faces tissues even
blowing noses, eventually brains, all the starts in the cosmic
universe glittering around and on and on and on and on in tornatos
ankles obscured soon knees
feeling left behind in gloves burried fingers up to our arms
adrift on a cloud

HEATER CONTROLLER

FEDUNCT DEFUND
FECUND MUND PRETUND TO WORK
PREBEND PREREND READ: END

fee fie foe fum, I electrocute the blood of a
multicellular bum

Hail Hail Freedonia Land of the Brave and Free

"What was that little thing you called me?  Worm?, no, not worm, UPSTART!  yes, that was it! How dare you?  This means WAR!"

"And God forbid if any of the servicemen tries to shoot their own people, we will be standing behind them - not in front, but behind. Just let them try to shoot women and children!" 



-   Vladimir Putin née (Rufus T) Firefly

in god we trussed

cranes to see, to lift,
the bracket paragons a frame fits
fifty arm chairs above
 the pebbled roughs who walk stiff and puffed
limits on height a dragon wished
though never a bird parched up there there be


for far and few between I know
a black lattice horizon groans
spinning on bearings north and north
were standed at ease
in the burning breaze


lines descend to beyond earths crust
devils directions heave them up
hooks and chains in slo-mo whip
pythagoras as given in a book

 

blue christmas

I'll be having a blue Monday
Suede wings, wafting some smoke
steam
the city vents its frustration thats indivisibly polar
cloud factories one and all
choo-choo trains our gobs
marring glass vision with crystal prismisms

CHI TOWN BETWEEN THE LINES

WINDY IN YOUR UNDIES
FLAPPY TRAINS DERAIL THEIR BRAINS
FARTY OWLS (READ PIGION)
HOTDOG TOMATO MUSTARD!

ADD ASIAN CARP (READ CHINESE MAGIC CARPET RIDE)

COMING TO A TOWN NEAR YOU 2015~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CRYM~~~~~~~~~~

innerview

guts gallbladder fajita
ribs minerals stress-strain
gradients waves perpetualmotionmachines
polarmoments inertia
conversions calculations
gasses solids
liquids vapours sublimed rocks crystal hinges
__ographies logical systems analog digits within

ad nauseum

add museums
add machines
add man's best friend
additional dishes
add breaks ads speak for themselves
addictive employment addjusted inflation
adjudicate admonish adhoc addible addle
add adults

snow on the wheels

kick

TANKTRAINTANKTRAINTANKTRAIN

sparks dont take
a silver sky
dispersing warm spots
to the far reaches of a universe
where heaven is hotter
than hell

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5005 GATX
GNSP
CSX TFM
SHPX
CGTX
PROX
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G0074 PROX
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GASP

steel

before me, before you
before fire
black gold red blue prized
from the maw of a thousand impenetrable degrees
angles taking shots, red hot sparks
casks arcing
icing on the cake as it where
rivers taking lanes, ravines, bridges, gaskets and furnaces sure
of something the same, a bus ride we have taken there
the same six times

4:04 PM EST

The clock is wrong now,
its read as 4:05 PM EST

and in Greenwich, they are lamenting the standard deviation

green is the steeple

a chaste image, blurred with a ways
way over there a crane is trussed
copper rust pervades the frame so
the cross is the same from every angle and handle

kinetic as a train, light as a snow

the pigions eye viewe
we have here
tells us a think or two
theres nothing to fear

the branches stir
and the stairs satire
but the tracks go straight
to infinity and fire

a morning of light
warms the still sky
and lessons are learned
whilst the engines rumble by

feb1

the cold cold
leaves creases in the sounds
measured paces
grinding crystal edges

we watch hockey at night
in canada
because the beach is iced in
because the bridges are falling
because the wind blows freezing
in your face all the time
in montreal

minus one

plus some rhime
frizzle clinks and chimes
icicles hanging time its fine
drip by drip in a line

New Brunswick for ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

There once was a new brunswick
that seemed incredibly thick
for hours and hours
of driving past flowers
but it was just that moose with a dick

its always new brunswick

there once was a moose with a dick
whos name it was new brunswick
he drove many mile
and all of the while
it was just still just the same old brunswick

Never Not New Brunswik

There once was a moose with a tick
who lived in central new brunswik
said the moose it does itch
and where, I asked, which?
to which he twitched, swishing his dick

january jaguar

twenty pounds of salt
lifted off the street
dropped in a shovel
virtual heat for the iceberg
that keeps bringing me down at the bottom
of the stairs and now
I hear you melt faster than I can eat rice crispies
crackle snap trickle puddle
green melt gurgles down the gutter