thoughts on eating food

I cut open a yellow mingling with green and
black grapefruit today
with a serrated knife and thought
of you.  the yellow leather yielded;
showed an asymmetry
that reminded me of you.  the knife was slick, 
the heat of the sun made my hands sticky
and remembered yours.  I used a spoon
sized too big to scoop out the pulp from between the cartilaginous
webbing, the sloppy action rupturing corpuscles with
spray finding my eye and
I wondered about you.  The emptied vessel I squeezed
in one hand and held a bowl
 underneath to catch the sap that poured
and thunk it strange that a tree would
grow such a bitter seed inside a sweet fruit

basisism

baseball is to chewing gum
as champagne is to newspaper

See, the reasons that everyone complains
and associates pain
with taking out the checkbook and signing
a name in ink black as old blood

Is, because the same
folks who just sit back and watch
the dogwood sticks by the river twist
bend in the wind are in a museum gallery
quoting textbook predictions before the auction block
gavel hammers out the real fix that cant be factual

dogs loving people

dogs
staring into their owners
eyes

salivating,
 urinating oxytocin
laced emotion

owners, the real slaves,
they settle them down
and have no doubt
about the love
the dog has of them
and their leather wallet

Thaws

the biggest gun of them all
round translucent
a hovering shoreline circumnavigating
devoid of a settled feature though
consistent in its rupture

honored by us lest it destroys us
destroys its system
its children and dominion

even the mute turn their face to follow
where the barrel points
dumping charges and negatives
in every direction
a many headed hydra each mouth having many teeth

night makes day bright

have you never noticed that the
 other side is
less bright being badly scratched and
scraped, blasterized and
puckered up like dried grapes

the star shines brighter
 on one side too
in february at night

so you dont see it
but for the moon

fat feathers

red white goose brains
dipping cooling oiling
feathers slick zipped
black grey smooth lines
sitting swimming flapping
nipping weeds ice edge napping
effortless above bellow paddles
 

aspirin

snow laced with the train track crack
black brakes stopped and scratched
hazzard a glass a motion that passed
fifty five kilotons of liquified gas
ready to blast a flag forever half mast
missive and mashed people in traffic
the panic running the gamut
flamed hazmat crazed salmon
swimming half assed golden unlatched

dixon

chimney bricks baking the air black





the last matches blown out fast

half masts flapping for killed ass

ask a flask if liquid cracks

or white tinged lips wont stick pinched

fixed incomes leaking richs

porcelain sinks drifting spinning missing spouts

horse hoofs south

where the mason tilts about

a floating lake

ice is growing from the top down
as an economic miracle
just so frozen, preserved for an eternity
of snow to dust and cover all the evidence
what distinguished earth from heaven
but the beaver knows which side to choose
when the pond floats on itself,
upside turned down from the coast

the still curtain

in the shelter of a thousand nails
the air is still and damp
the freshest breath stirs a trail of myth
to the wall and back

the fabric has a length that is as long as it is wide
but not so many holes as moths
decide