Saturday, April 16, 2011


today he kneels and vows to shave
never more then with his inner press gang
cleans the clocks at work they just supervise lunch
like the liquid sweephand set above hearts swearing hit
reset on the secret wreck meter inside your heads up

all my ancestors got together and built this
tv place this morning every random sunburst
they hang in a dog's memory tree
I sing on personal clinic days of thee leaving
always room for one more eponymous jawbreaker

such a wondrous dialect of impacted mouth noise
and nothing better to castigate or distracting meats
to balance prehistories sugarplums
in a solid jaundice prism
where parting gifts ought to be

mountains of wellness to waste in heat
from health disinheritance to busting both
finally he saved the nut
green enough for the operation
separate implants then boarded up immediately

I see a pretty lifelike ballerina in glass
under a dome of glass
thumbnail drip vent for her innermost stillnesses
as yet unserialized a dream land
of newfound sexes in the same chamber curtained

the rarer of two baskets left fully evenly lit
they say there will come a time I believe in receipts
when the cucarachas are the only mimes left
I’ll be a bad call making myself with the masses as witness
to cartoon ass erased by gentrified cliff

the view as window design
putting the haze back one tassel per era
everyone had pyramids and the days off to undermine them
even the poorest bought fresh foreign limits
then had to hold perfectly lifeless for a bulb

taken in by the spurs
none of what’s done by boy choirs is still funny
in dead tongues or is it more wrangler than ever?
gone the way of the grande ballroom the rubberized flirtation
replaced by horse photo park

or just another uncle on another pissing veranda
one wellesian hernia away
your hairdo assuming wallpaper proportions
and naturally electrified areas
gathered an acre of left feet rested in a field of boats

at last we’ll see who wins at porkys revenge
below the doorwalls when I had dueling tonsils
I called it that smear of butter when you’re dead
in the closed next room where anyone knows you
and assumes a net worth

totally as a stranger
trying to make change with his lips
commanding a battalion the size of a second
canadian state
solid career advice like james’s lane change

deposed the fat broad with zowie rack
the slick shooter on the cornice and mildly comely coed
so if they’re only animated pails that’s the sport it is all
damage scenarios from the eunuch zed theory of stunts
cribs on a page to be sharper than the venom it enhances

he knows his history “you call to mind a herd of negro jockeys
with their pot metal mounts modified – pre-viable
police statistically - in the foretold biblical hail of bits”
unchaste as it appeared from the outer side of jesus’
impregnated duvet and matching spear shams

the verbatim played better
than decorating in hyena as fluid
as a remarkable visitation upon sleeping herders
you are the bespoken
of species long since boned by junk mail invitation

a private audience with gravity sea
crippling vistas but she looks hot shedding her cellar
delivering presalted teeth to a tired bear
magnificent choking dawn drawn on a tissue
for several dozen disinterested motorists

precocious pictures blank upon prolapse
reentry and leaning back into a pollyanna alley
is there something hilarious in your breathing
and how this manages to come off so easily as co-op?
I wonder if you see that and it’s a box and you fold at it

feed the dog all the closure of an open book
the hushed comments of unrepentant birders
formerly purse snatch and lip lock types with coffee and chapeaus
gathered by the ad for a free irreproducible nose
I see in it enough to shore up he puffed

it rhymes with chronic thatch on lofts
the purely bohemian mr. bubble death-dare
a sister having a stare off with no star tent to mark her
standstill premature time is my time and wouldn’t earth get a chill
if I should just blow lightly on this small nude clay

or remain in anyones definition of grinding high speed noise
a composition of masturbating as interpreted
by the spent shellhead collective
now I’m dressed and ruffled by couples
in chronic parking

put your knees between anything with the capacity of the plane
foxholes nice planters and air in soluble cubes
the blank wonder of ceasing to exist yesterday
in the welt a cold hand drawn is as good as a sandwich
especially when it’s suspicious

I looked up the color of the sky
it said “repugnance” “an act of protesting animal rewrites”
and “drugs to carry food”
you’re that screwed up saddle tramp with the ludwigs
and prize wetbacks won at craps

haven’t you got the meanness to function
as the original johnny stems in big forensic feet?
MC a dirty utterance everyone loves
to hate like snow in odessa
I’m carving a bust of you as a precise rectangular ditch

mourning neutrality has impaired my driving
like a house dick on quiet springs
now trainees will set me in the tubes
man the orifice of development and alone time fails
then the bust can be made of a flatter terminal thought

lined the street with linden trees then wiped out
all the bees no moisture left in the entries
parade grounds in cups of rons exotic muds
the generalship of grazing with dealer agenda
configured bites

in dumb educational noise between network troughs
all crack teams interact well
Tom Korean Restaurant amiably shot at his door
my game console’s reduced me to a single demise
to market to market

I have all these lingoes
and they go ripe
like the fisheye taught by the blowjob to curtsy
when there is no drama as in this conversation
I place my bets from the comfort of a moving symbol

classic pucker
it’s all about the discipline in modes of rest
nine hours a day on stilts to develop a chinlike chin
and cauterize my self starter so the comedy’s intact
then watch the templars bowl for the title

if all bombs are dots
and all dots are duds
dude where’s my car bomb?
connectedness patterns bake easier in the hands
the guy in the trash with his one good legacy

throw the leftovers away for later
I love movies about nature giving fuckers fits
nothing that needs adjustment hems might reflect times
but go away I’m in my altogether in favor
a dose to correct your paradisiac smile

I’m him watching M but he can’t spell
think he’s in the middle of having one of my episodes
he wants my old distortions reinstalled
yet should the phone ring when you hear it and not before
it’s a feeler for you

being a French dish the category sweetens to disgust
ramrodders thought to be transposition attachment
in cains day one more civil servant who would have died
with lesser boots on his plate
and a few fewer steps to the screen door in oceanside

tough business casting
into the potomac but he had schlitzes as a boy
now the local girls prefer theirs neat as hay
the new moan they wave away
with genius chops

a missing thumb
when the threshers come
that hogleg of compensation with the safety filed
it’s another electronic snow day
break it off time

doing that kong thing
that in non-kong terms means ah the joy
ah the day my lungs are dying to suck away
hillocks of fuck off billboards
valleys of stoning yourself in the street matinee

missing the second h
he’s one boy with a heart as big
as his kingdoms signature footwear
all your best judgments are funnies the papers have on loan
frozen by section in one of those liquor cameras

let’s pity the loco but not ape shit out
I cannot do this anymore
not meet you get acquainted all over or see you anywhere
not even in my dreams
okay see you tomorrow

even in the face of death magic tape
works better than ever
we are all slightly tighter
and petromagnetically the wiser
I see what I can’t

and bulges that become history you can’t be sure
ever actually failed in head to head
once so long as there were librarians we’d never run out of libaries
it cost x grocers x to pile up x enough for the new meat machine
corresponding to an exponential

or x dipshits deep for chimbley sweeps
to smoke out the crush and roll
with the slow withdrawing frontispiece
can you groom a mystery or fashion a dog out of the gaseous?
is burning leather too much like burying rawhide?

or the triple header with the european plugs removed
you’re senior enough to clear a weeks growth of roving eye
one either is that toy or what is an acceptable loss level
seminoles in seaweed rolls with ear nose and throat bar
as to ear you ascend one by columns

whiplash and the escalator’s
running in the spine of the on-call hypnotist to the stars
while the beatniks we just missed kicking
letting the blood back into the tub
see doctor burnstable for all your like-new women

the backroom of the beginner facial
at last to be standing on my own two footer
when the shortening casts came off
between concrete pomegranate and yellow pavement streak
I wonder I’m not shorter than I am

where the bacon buys its fat
I still remember my piece
and half the face to speak it
misspell wheelking then just add meaning
a cookie in search of an old crud with internet

water can’t reach the floor I’m ripstop I rise
to alvin who is called simon by agent
a lapdog for easter
after a forgotten laundry line
you can always find the time to make things

just as worse than you found them as you like
if you can manage to make two
disgruntled mynahs rhyme your name
the sensation of trees running back into my gap account
like time never happened the way we were kidded

the old ones who knew the old ways but forgot
to write them on something waterproof
so we’ll smooth it all down to a closeness clean of sex
a great reader knows the fleshy from the black and feathery
and the powder keg from the welcome mat

so you like to swim drunk and built a family from scratch
I’ve never coded messages to my gum
but I hear this tinny sound from inside things
that might be a knife and might be
playing an actor while stabbing

talk talk talk sleep
the difference between what’s underneath
the frock and the man with impressive blueprint brain
the sheep that suffocate in his corners
always telling you home lives just that way

everything you know is mapped in hexes
the bones can be laid in a matchstick SOS
not seen since keaton protruding after wind
a dispenser appealing as a pushchair
with digitally masked invalid

take your bravery tiers and stuff them
a multicolored array of brown shirts
carpet in stages little illegal assemblages of statuettes
this has been the revolution let’s get laced up
call yellow hair

in institutional scale
some had better tailors and hid the standard
the board can always turn out new poles for old holes
open call motivational humiliation
you’re a bird keller sing if you recognize paint

my mother was paris who gave me up
my own unborn city the skyway of right acid
the ground we fought and killed preserves motown
oh shit said the black box oh shit says every unfamiliar
technician the schema for bareback

there is no tree is there in this desktop
you’re understandably exhausted by
all sound picking gravel from a giants naval takes patience
the organics to keep your eyes off area sixty nine

the neglected hangings of ian mckellen a la birdcage
homage depending on which Monrovia you’ve indoctrinated
or a retirement oasis in rodentia minor
read working till you drop conspiratorial twins
per decade in a field of precision true love’s as blabby

blood vow of the coonhound
barkeep more stutterflies and red field mao louse
when the rivet deflated the space they double wided trees
forgot to check for poesies disease
dead still iron clad lessees

in the superhuman industry they’re called
and produce sequential absolutes
like triplet tower peeping around the corner
darts back to new rochelle

raping starts because it starts with rapunzel
extracts all self-heating passages
blanketed into a gluegun flipped polar
we could all suspend from
girders by our fuck-me-cuz-I-hate-me-in-hats hats

or just get a shield and roll on New Jersey
as if to say go one step back and forfeit your next two
“your work here is complete jerkoff. you have done well.”
nights in walkups of sheer print
it’s the feast of grit so go as smothered

feats of astonishment juggling that wouldn’t
rattle a gnat on marathon cell count duty
so they had a gang stroke video I died tonight to say united
hole in the desert unlimited refills
to summon your poured white slack to afterparty

swamis are welcome baloney
the geek prefers lonely to largely unengaged
cleanup crews are taller now nearly as figural
calculations once the returns are in
my mopstick legs are new and the book is

I’m still not walking so good which is great
I have been to the mountain in pants
with the engines dropped
to where we stood expanded and banqueted
the spread eagle in a zero distance

I’ve reduced this line to bushwhacker
I’ll stockpile other notations for ratings approval
in the lab with prototype choke up moment and storage device
I read about your blood fog
tin pots in the great room reminiscing on easter breeze

whatever is breaking out all over
your job is to sort openings yours to confuse him
provisions for the ark of a single elective goat
in all stuck directions voila! a destiny

terrains evolved from just us folksy
a square of unequal sides
non center and one too few ripcords
confetti rain a licensed rooster dreamt
I eat my tamales from the sky down I’m an articulate

as rhinestone boulders cavitating your indoors
weather and fieldhands come a runnin’
no survivors but screams are a form of solid
mall security condoms in protective african neon
underthings not rendered in oil

the legend of the pilgrims dysplasia
two and a quarter hundred finger risks
dysarthric to the nth power faint on cue
to prove you’re no actor a tough flap of sailcloth
borne to the rooftop left without evidence

I stopped using my rebreather
clawing at the face as effective reminder
of sounds of sexes I’d likewise not been
around to bully hear or cloud you over in refinery
on erecting a walter mitty addle pâté chapel

taffy crown and high victorian crumb broom
you look icily rejected as not big picture ready
whole person trip material
a tyrannosaur decked out in power suit proves the rule
you can’t play checkers with the chinese

your birth name is withered forepaw
such small flowers make me feel privileged
like air that dwindles when thirsty
to remember the good times by the tankful
could get you to the church on time a sucker thankful

I’ll uncross dress and let my shoe leave me flat
pucker and dwell on how the bus will appear
different to each newtonian ticket holder
the woman with her face in ancient knots
a girl to hand papers to just to see yentl stream

entire cults I’ll never have time to join
all busses are cats in japan that grows tiresome
on a bridge out to deformity campus projects
we return us now to our point of origination
you’ll get no more classified dope out of you thank me

one true squirrel takes up a position
smokes one shrugs does the watch tap cliché secure
in the knowledge of the popes of quick draw
I need an addressable supermodel to hold down
these pig iron birthday balloons

no one I know has been born
but maybe