10 clock monitor lizard

its your disugise
at 9 oclock
you robe up from the position of a boulder
the sun starts to shine
on scaley tissue and its time
again to be the 10 before 11
turns to 12
or one thing becomes another

cutted in the clear

a drive becomes a burden
hauling bodies bored and broken
through farms and bridges to the hills
where trees can vote and the veto

but they cant stop lights from being sold
and glass orbs shipping in boxes
from corning and petra
ancient cities in a new land of possibility

every year we see it coming then we saw

empty the ducks for all their pockets

a cornered market
duck haven
accruing mud

get down on it

silver as a chain
bleak as the train
of thought
rushing the rails
loads of gravel sails wind rumbling
pigions wondering wither went the sun

in aint october no more
its november

shingles of ice
pickle juice the only liquid left to drink
and die a thirsty death

hockey night in canada

THEN AND NOW
THEME SONG

the best theme song is one without words.
In such a way, its difficult to describe why,
when using words,

horns horns horns horns

TROMBONE TO THE RESCUE

A SHARK MADE OF TUBA!

A PLATOON OF TRUMPETS RIDING ON POLAR BARRACCUDDAS

 

TO THE COLORS

MILT ON VIBES

umberrella

under fed
under cover
darkness bouncing tarpaulin shed

beams bending

beams not cooperating
equations hating
constants haunting, changing shape disconsonantly
disconsolate claustrophylic code
cautionary comments woe
crossedout moments crossectioned strains
planes corrosive myopic toasts

within the republican caucus

Within as Without
agreement, a rusty fuze blown and crutch
untouched, feasty fingers grab lunch
, wine-0 punch slumped up in clumps

Within as Without
brains, priorities, political calculus drifting
from a mooring loose sprawling guts

Within as Without
moral icing ,