Friday, December 26, 2008

Wednesday, December 24, 2008



dangerous poem with good intentions

his grubby pheasant pet had a satchel full of sponge
drug up from ocean pop salts
fizzing around in his mind belly
the diving coach whore
pocket watch locker room shower
where the seaweed washes off
the penis and vagina meet

merry clause claw this is secret train depot

Monday, December 22, 2008

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Saturday, December 20, 2008

my dulcimer is made of shit
how can i play a shit dulcimer
the strings wont hold in a body of shit
uncle leukemia coming back around
heavy in bed scared and wrapped in pain
hold the flashlight steady
cry in the dark sometimes too
the snow makes a smooth white couch of my car
the fox melts away into the moss

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

ive got something to tell you
its kinda weird
oh yeah
you were washing dicks
in my dream last night
whatever, dickwasher


teddy and the gnome
came today with the snow
they brought me plates of egg meat

Monday, December 15, 2008

love poem

a chicken bone in a wine glass
three girls hanging and bleeding eyebrows
muffled laughter behind the window in the rain
new ownership of color
two personages attracted to one another
attracted to a mountain

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

gems from christian community radio

"i tell ya, working on a chicken coop is just about the wildest ride i've been on"

"i think somedbody sabotaged my briefcase"

"the truth is, god invented sex"

"avoid porn at all costs"

"i don't know if we should be using the word 'magic' but it's in this article"

107.7 fm brattleboro, all wingnuts, all the time

Sunday, December 7, 2008

at the market they're picking things over like locusts
clicking and humming
the man with the painted jacket and the braids
just moved to town to play jazz records in the parking lot
and sparkle up the place

pizza party

tony made a great pizza with leather and cabbage, hard to believe not having been there, but make no mistake, all in attendance were radicalized by it's majesty. it popped out of the brick oven steaming like a quarterback's skull at halftime and said, hello. it spoke to us. it was a speaking shining leather cabbage pizza and it had a wild spirit and we were awed and marvin's cellphone rang to break the silence. "hello", he answered. it was jervis, broken down in a meadow somewhere clinging to oily rags beneath a sky black with crows. "he's into one of his spells again" marvin announced. we were mesmerized. the pizza was spinning like a frisbee, hovering in front of us, leather gleam every time around. "it's jervis, he's out there..." marvin trailed off and began to salivate, spittle clinging to his beard. no one even flinched when he dropped his telephone and it shattered into bits.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

fot rojna

kennedy fried chicken playing tricks on my mind
fluorescent wash and a lucky horseshoe
hy-top butter rounds a big fat green australian bitter
they're shaving in the living room
not the kind of whipped cream you want though

Thursday, December 4, 2008

number two just after the first one

i am a record store employee.
do you have any clear tape? i've just torn a twenty dollar bill.
sparkly crisp packing tape with wrinkles okay?
if i can find the tab, ill peel it back and you can have some.
also i ordered some cassette tapes, i mean cd's.
balkan beat. ten dollars and eighteen cents plus tax.
thank you.

utopius

a mustachioed mannequin
reached out to me
so casual
american
apparell
i was not frightened
only a little bit sad