Friday, May 29, 2009

undercoating

jesus y maria
and the marionettes
put on a sludge coat
to marie antoinette's
little vest
to make it match
they showed
it burn in public

do not disturb

this mealy pie
will only
chide and rile
these chessmen
let it rot
in that pretty white
bag instead
and the chessmen
will have it out
on the bricklayer's
walk

let your eyes out
of the meat cage
have them a stroll
and sponge
up the
blood

we'll go for
more pumpkins
and emergency candles

geez, this waitress
is somethin' else
my coffee is piping hot
again and again and again and
a sock full of worms
to whoever all else
is eating in this dutch mill

dad...what!?
well, i don't know but
why is that other boy crying?

sugar paw

first to admit
that i lost sight of
the apple just before
the bloody jungle gym

and the chocolate snack pack...
i also flushed down the toilet
sputtering
the cats saw everything

suddenly rain pouring
smeared on the windshield
by a crooked black wing
like glue across your eyes
the hot dog guy
gave the thing hell
with a socket wrench

i crashed my car
after a phone call
to see a rainbow
mashed right into his ex-wife
i was almost home
and i really broke my car
thank you larry
and thank you hot dog guy
i'm no good with cars
not since the bloody jungle seed
and those black-brown apples

Friday, May 22, 2009

regular

a purple chest of drawers
overstuffed with artichoke hearts
wet the bed

poem 3

this tomato is wounded
in the field
gold stars all around
a gale stirred up
the lilacs
it sniffs good

anthill

a pair of mango's
for socks made
my shoes turn sticky
the goslings waddle
snake and bob
i spy a fat little chuck
and a wild turkey
blows away the whole colony

trapped in a spiral of death, which can happen to anyone

stand up and
go blind
a six pound crow
rattles a branch
have a seat
in the devil's chair

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

annotations

sternly, aloofness
in an arranged marriage cemetery
i couldn't resist the temptation to look
possessions
tub
corduroy
peg
enamel curator
plebiscite tassels vanished
fraternity duel
pool of his own blood
i protested by crying
in the expedition
derailed carnage
cue
insane
hear the music and laughter
rolling over the lake
mussels
crayfish
toads
surf a beatnik
expelled

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

corpuscle

a scrape of mashed beans
on a crusty rind
handcuffed to a suit coat
on a coasting crest of cock-a-doodle-do

leeks, scallions, radish
single elements
pissing up the bathtub

a rusty cart chugs
down the ladder
racing to meet the fire

Friday, May 1, 2009

lemon wedge

A lady carrying a heap of white bags stopped to say, "your purple moon is fading". She walked off into the fray and I rubbed my tattoo. I was locked in a morbid spell cast by a vagabond witch. That's not where I like to be. Stale air. Rat shit popcorn. That kind of thing. I opened a small wooden door in the brick wall beside me and hunched through a curious archway. Inside, a sickly yellow bulb dangled, barely illuminating a small ceremonial mound of raisins. The significance of this particular type of fruit mound was not lost on me. I carved a protective rune into the floor with a bone and bid the cursed room a fond adieu. Alas, the spectral tomb would have none of it. It was as if the door I had come in by was never there. Only bricks. And then a silky gray flower mashed up through the floor scattering the raisins and from the flower's mouth the sounds of the swedish jahaina swept me through the wall and away into a clear blue river under a hot purple moon.

power thoughts

this dog watched a risen corpse ketchup a wet hot american sandwich. doesn't even know what one is. one word. her pale blue face turned inside out before the accident, then darkness. in the plastic tub the earwig wood smoked a string of teeth before it's a done and done ornament. grindstone indian corn into patty cakes and basketball my head off while the cat peeks through the curtain to announce the arrival of the long awaited, a cherry drop finger prick from a milk snake charming.