lousy_noises

monday was the honey cakes
of a thorny tuesday.
and who knew, way deep down
in their knees even, that the sounds
of the city, bells rings, dings steps, bushings copters
sawzaws cats, rashes pumps, depletability and hunger
mice flapping, shucking snipping, dappering wheels, no wheels many wheels,
paint chipping and yellow escaping, magnificence and insignificance too,
all too lowsy and loud and get the hell out of my way
to make a difference.

Ice Cream makes a great clamor though
as it goes. I would like to do everything possible to icecream , as
part of my life , icecream; consider it done.

I will shoot at icecream, stab it with a rusty spring,
freeze it melt it, subject it to kisses, bite the icecream, fork it , pay it a princely sum,
step on the ice cream, kick the ice cream
fell the ice cream with an ax,
hear the ice cream scream as I squeeze it in my ice cream stained hands
, demolish the ice cream with a sixteen ton wrecking ball, salute the
ice cream, beat the ice cream against the
ice cream freezer door, offer my just advice, sue the ice
cream in the court of law, kill it, sniff it, stuff it in a milkcrate,
save the ice cream from a fiery death, send it to heaven,
dig a grave and then bury it.

all this, but only chocolate
ice cream.

those ice cream noises, I do appreciate. they go something good
.

octogan_bears

select, amperes, disjointed feather
stones, lungs of future fish
forced to leave the fresh pressure
a million cubes of brass moon relief.
There is where I want
to bring down and crack
in half to get the riches
inside in case
cheeses are soft lore and old cheese is honey
from hard to get gold bees

Thermo-refractive noise in gravitational wave antennae

two words for you
: the title is rather misleading as to what this is actually about.
maybe you thought it was about something neat.
maybe you thought it was about gravity
or sandwiches.
No, the truth is none of those situations.
Rather, it is about nothing like that.
I'll leave it for you to figure out what its about.

ohm_laws

the staggering near
sighted old man clutching
at the two halfs of an unmittigating
corral, I dont care for.
the grimace and fishbreath
fingerling in an all too aparently not automobile,
, I dont. care. for. No, not even that,
is that I dont consider. Take it all back,
roll it up and digest it under the pressure
of an magnetic planet.

instead, see that mid air gobbling seagull,
competing with ohm, listening to roaring perfumes
and clangor and jilting and buffered canteloupes and other things that are not nearly
as great or necessary as mid air gobbling
.

and come to think of it, I have never seen a turkey gobble.

I have seen , though, a sea gull
gobble in midair.

dead_on_the_trail

last night an eternal dark
coat chased the fall red
son of deer down
that coyote sky bristles
with uncountable glint
tips erupting aurora
borealis yowls and milky lips
curl around one yellow
protrusion moonish fang
behind the ears threes song
warbles and dissapears
ridges and swamps to prance
where canters cant canvass

flower_in_may

lopside numbers on spindles
so bare of grease
on bare legs eased
set to peas porridge hot
please partridge cold in the pear tree
at christmas time,
you'll be mine
yuletide
moontide
seaside rides
the waves
they never stop
they never start
what if they art
thy part?

horse_shoes

breeeze is half your hearing
half your sighing half the time.
the other half is time.
slow bryzoa
flow stuck to oak stick
. a stage is the dock
. if the damsels are metamorphic rock
. me; am not one of them
. and neither is whirligig over
there a monitor or merrimack.
just a spinning life of black

"let the mud be the mausoleum
and the mussel be the most"

/.

mmddssss

miid daay sunshie

old_climbers

close in the blankness of mid
day the sirens wail down upon the sorry
ears of my foot joints, suddenly
realizing all of me is joints, nothing
solid or so seeming to be that it is
rigid or piecemeal or fishmeal or real at all,
but all the same, it is not as hot as it is insane

after_the_other_two_or_there_months_to_go

welcome to august, august.
august, welcome to august,
I guess.
welcome, august, to august.
, a gust of summers guts in august
for the rest its september, for august.
welcome back august, for another year.
a hole year with august, again, august is back again.
to be here for the whole time that is august.