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Thursday, March 31

no damping

oranges as big as they get
grown on trees as big as they get
gnashed by teeth as flossed as they get
get me to the sleepy bye impules
like a cat out of water
or a honey bee out of air
the smiles of yesterday shift to my eyes of tomorororrorrow
sitting cross-leggedly on the hard floor, having
to give up my seat to perfect, no imperfect, strangers
in my own home
like a bat out of hell
like an angel out of heaven
or like a seal out of ice
like a gelatin out of hoof

Monday, March 28

coalition of the prepared

I'm ready
got like four of five bucks
in my back pocket
in my back yard
got like four or five guns
I'm ready

the gold is gone
from the
ooze of oklahomy
and pennsylvany
the water tastes like gasoline
we drink it like real americans
who bleed fire

yeahmantotallyawesome

clear the lanes
cut the lights
bud lites lit up
like christmas trees
in the night

a mediterranean vacation for us
a subterranean vacation for them

Sunday, March 27

the march of the penguins

its cold.
there is snow.
a wing howls in the wind.
the water chops.
the trees bud.
the spiders emerge.
its an emergency.

Thursday, March 24

america beautiful

is fear a state
or a concept
? in either case
baseball is derived
of both
elastionontherise
chords lifting orange
stripe staccato fussing
fusion synonyms blushing
across the sky in a
nitride casket
puck in the bedroom
prevails over tunafish in water
sweltering me in my sleep and only
my sleep

the dirty version
is the one you usually
keep I kinda with
I was in florida with
dolphin fin soup swimming
around me, spinning down
the drain between my fat
red feet.

walnuts wait in a bowl
till till the mice eat
at dinner time

Tuesday, March 22

nails in the wall

snow falls too big
and bursts

blue sky has a thirst
that cant cure

my back hurts

Sunday, March 20

putting out the fire with gasoline

on an airplane sommewhere:

a table is in the sun, antique
luis fourteen sheen, flowing plastically
with its own aged weight.


on a golfcourse somewhere:

a plaid bag is damp in the dew
precious plastic balls bouncing in a zippered
up bag.


on a bowling alley somewhere:

a dog stupidly looks for water and chases
alien finger pointers from room to room
thinking thoughts not its own.

Saturday, March 19

1993 closeness

sputtered moon,
not gold not silver
not wool,
of chrome etch wafer sits
so big so round ubove froze stones
a lonely home for some
dust stuff

and ruthless electric waves
crown around
the spiderweb sphere
isenthalpic resonance pro ject ion in polar
bear space
arresting water in its place,

bbc nws pdt

al qaida
all at a kmart
catering a party tonight

they buy sausage and onions and pickles and buns
they sigh and stoop to pick up the poop
of all the puppy dogs they tote along.

at the checkout,
they checkout.

Friday, March 18

booger brains booger brains
where are you?
what is your name and what do you do?
do you sit in the shop of horrors
selling boron out the window?

in the wind, the finer things lift up
and send themselves out of the frame
all the same, to me its just another way
of being a piece of pie

Tuesday, March 15

sayonara,,,,,, sucker

steroids mutating the growing pains
away , once what looked brilliant as
the sun on earth, down for tea,
has turned out to be less than finesse,
foiling domes with light speed
when godzilla grabs the reigns