pekoe_orange_horse_breath

digital figits sipping
all sleepy facts and corner
stone cuts soft shots
steeped and broken up
with a snap drab from
the hard workin bee workin hard
yesterday or so it seemed
to me sittin on pillows three
deep there one two billion square pile
booms swinging for the hard boiled eggs
that I wont eat again next to the rest of the week
end

smallest beans
cycle in my pocket,
virtually, indescribable in ink,
well , fantastic rates though
broken glass slow
I am waiting all night.
I am waiting all day.
I am going to be waiting till the cows
up and parade down the smelly streets
an army of porcupines chomping the porcaline
reactors of the drafty civilization.
for some reason that might not be too far fetched!

11_47

here is gargantua
cousin to gozilla
mother to mothera
filmaker to bonzai
penitentiary earthquake reality
and poison effects that spout
all fake pedestrian hustle about all about
going nowhere and seeing hurt feelings
come alive and snap the spaghettie spokes
holding reaganomic geometrics in line
or something
or other

april_show

open the pillow with soft
white guts
that flutter and spin a damp coat
and great blue hat
dull while that is not white
what should be bright bright light
where is the ice

evasive_pieces

in this huddled mass
I roust and spin
a faucet with no cereal
for the bowl and spoon
singing crumpets growing into colors that are too good
by the church
for me, for me.
standards of stranded rafts
bit and shattered on the
mesozoic hurdles; drop-ping wet,
semi-solid and sweet and just being,
being there which is.

hunkidory.
smell a skunk.
sign a tax evasion form
aforementioned, in the brief.

laundry day soon.

participation

precipitation is to
humility
as
participation is to
humanity

the_net_kid

the bacck
the forrward
the back and forth
from the right to the left
and then zap to the back of

registered

a g or a deli
do I acre?
or square?
no.
I can see a million
ways and half a million through
the mediocrite that accompanies
a quitter quitting before
ever not hitting
a no hitter.
yes.
and then the accompaniment
of crap foil pressed
on the outside of a jacket
; more a sieve than a sleeve.

catch my catfish??????????

roe v lax-wendroff

the pyramid of numbers
myriads and falls
into a prefect;
a plot so perfect
its daunting

wood

where can tell me more about
wood
than
my axe
my shins
my saw
my hands
my maul
my stove
my wheelbarrow
my frozen grownd
my mom
stacking stacks
out back
for holy wooly bears
to wait the winter into a myth
?

dont_treat_on_me

spooling charts on wide branches,
the wind is feeling
out the furrows of axial knowledge
and spiral evolutions
,.,densifications in one part of
the window sill holding the solid time pane
are much the same if tribology was a
little creature with nine feet
that had ten originally
before mowing the lawn beatfootedly