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