tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37380130002902284122024-02-06T22:29:40.609-08:00spirit dust your hair color redpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-229760429795226382009-12-13T19:34:00.000-08:002009-12-13T19:37:53.037-08:00weisbuden breduntaschspelling bee<br /><br />whipping cream<br /><br />sour path sylvia<br /><br />babysitter's dead<br /><br />gautama of old<br />india gambling<br />grease at cockfights<br />in venezuala<br />venice beach dreadlockpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-53235580249435768372009-12-13T19:27:00.000-08:002009-12-13T19:34:43.908-08:00dr. dre's chronic pasta pizza buffet weedyou dug into something with a lawnmower<br />that pitched into your head<br />like a jagged tooth<br />into hot spaghetti<br /><br />a landmower that<br />mows the fucked up<br />lands of grass<br />to cut it's beard<br /><br />and fucked up<br />and picked a tooth<br />from the grass<br />with a hot metal<br />machine<br /><br />smoking cigarettes<br />cut from lusty tobacco farms<br />where that shit is sweltering in a <br />Virginia variety show<br /> just a puffed up<br />donut cloud<br />dreaming pancakes<br />dead berry trees<br />planting people<br />in rows<br />growing their<br />hair long<br />and cooking it like<br />hot spaghettipearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-23355538023773795082009-12-13T18:42:00.000-08:002009-12-13T19:27:32.143-08:00eternal like those thingswhen i met you<br />it was familiar<br />it was a thing <br />like tires spraying through the mush of wet snow<br />or the way beads of glass dip and hang from<br />the tightrope stretching<br />through town<br /><br />it was eternal like those things<br />and there were powerful vibrations between us that<br />resonated in perfect harmony<br /><br />i rolled like a barrel<br />down a federally protected dune<br />chasing red water<br />in a seaweed costume<br />and dartboard snowballs<br />with motorist degrees<br />made a fire ceremony<br />in the mead trough <br /><br />we almost drowned<br />foaming through cold saltpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-69162403633106929672009-08-04T07:38:00.000-07:002009-08-04T07:55:18.406-07:00roadside attractioni find all kinds of wild crap by the side of the road<br /><br />shells and coral<br />sweden vs. nigeria VHS tape<br />grilled corn with beans and cheese layered into the open husks<br />and salsa with nectarines<br />Funk and Wagnall's with pictures of penguins<br />box of crayons<br />ice cream cake<br />audio cassette recorder<br />silver snow and<br />dream dust from Sudan<br /><br />and then there is the matter of a mama cardinal<br />nesting in a lilac bush<br /><br />i see an orange beak poking out from<br />a tangled wreath of<br /><br />hair<br />bark<br />grass<br />shoestring<br />spaghetti<br />dream dust from England<br />Scottish whiskerspearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-23486156411515223322009-06-21T17:55:00.000-07:002009-06-21T17:58:43.300-07:00lost poemi see one arm rolling up the carpet and the other is brushing a taxi man's teeth.<br /> the signals are crossed and the head falters.<br />"bring it in for a bath", someone suggests. let it settle down,<br />it's spinning like a top and i mean, it's trimming hedges, it could take a finger from you.<br />this dangerous thing has me all tied up, and then i notice a redheaded vulture<br />with no moral compass gambling with your last wheezing cloud of talcum powder,<br />hastily, and without remorse as if he meant to lose.<br />but how did he happen upon it in the first place?<br />you were saving that one. or I was anyway.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-80071522857183590312009-06-06T06:37:00.000-07:002009-06-06T06:41:30.741-07:00air freshenersunburnt banana peels<br />and cigarettes make<br />my car smell <br />like banana bread<br />and cigarettespearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-53935798301051428812009-06-02T22:50:00.001-07:002009-06-08T20:04:01.074-07:00the curli was reading a story<br />when my book melted like<br />wax over my hands.<br />suddenly, a deep heat seized me.<br />i stepped out of bed and<br />my feet sank into the carpet,<br />now a swamp of hot fudge.<br />the bureau yawned, it's drooping drawer, <br />sagging wads of socks<br />like marshmallow teeth.<br />the radio, looking like a licorice brick,<br />went wonky, bending songs into soup.<br />sour sweat soaked my shirt. <br />overhead, the ceiling got drips<br />that dipped into the room like gobs of honey.<br />i watched the cat cook down<br />into an orange and white paste,<br />until he was just a creamy <br />smudge in the muck.<br />my own body curled and squirmed like putty<br />and then i turned to face the bed<br />just in time to see<br />the whole thing blink<br />like a sleepy whale's<br />giant eye.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-75243855727928272582009-06-02T17:03:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:05:56.090-07:00DREAM OF DRIPPING PAINTI coughed up some jelly<br />spit in the trash<br />and everything<br />washes out<br />like an overflowed dishwasher<br /><br />we bubble and slide<br />through checkpoints<br />turnstiles<br />border crossings<br /><br />my crossing guard<br />hobbles beside me<br />wearing a dreamy yellow smile<br />in my dream<br />of dripping paintpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-67327153726130097552009-06-02T16:56:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:02:30.908-07:00GOINGS ON ABOUT TOWNa vandalized bank weeps<br />for a rash of crime<br /><br />the madman is a thirty year old<br />gumball machine<br /><br />a storm rolls in and<br />the gumball machine<br />is shattered by a violent wind<br />which collects the candy<br />in a cyclone<br />and makes a rainbow<br /><br />an artist goes to work<br />with the glass<br />to record the rainbow<br />which hurts an old man<br />to see<br /><br />the old man has a clipboard<br />and a petition against pain<br /><br />a seagull signs white shit<br /><br />the artist cuts himself<br />on the rainbow<br />and bleeds out<br />into the creek<br /><br />the old man<br />is saved<br />from his body<br /><br />a giant fisherman in a yellow slicker<br />drags his net through town and comes up<br />with some good meat <br />for a storypearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-37145275250377548742009-05-29T19:00:00.000-07:002009-05-29T19:03:13.272-07:00undercoatingjesus y maria <br />and the marionettes <br />put on a sludge coat<br />to marie antoinette's<br />little vest<br />to make it match<br />they showed<br />it burn in publicpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-66112074358262078842009-05-29T18:57:00.000-07:002009-05-29T19:12:47.721-07:00do not disturbthis mealy pie<br />will only<br />chide and rile<br />these chessmen<br />let it rot<br />in that pretty white<br />bag instead<br />and the chessmen<br />will have it out<br />on the bricklayer's<br />walk<br /><br />let your eyes out<br />of the meat cage<br />have them a stroll<br />and sponge<br />up the<br />blood<br /><br />we'll go for<br />more pumpkins<br />and emergency candles<br /><br />geez, this waitress<br />is somethin' else<br />my coffee is piping hot<br />again and again and again and<br />a sock full of worms<br />to whoever all else<br />is eating in this dutch mill<br /><br />dad...what!?<br />well, i don't know but<br />why is that other boy crying?pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-22639188186174337522009-05-29T18:38:00.001-07:002009-05-29T18:55:53.449-07:00sugar pawfirst to admit<br />that i lost sight of<br />the apple just before<br />the bloody jungle gym<br /><br />and the chocolate snack pack...<br />i also flushed down the toilet<br />sputtering<br />the cats saw everything<br /><br />suddenly rain pouring<br />smeared on the windshield <br />by a crooked black wing<br />like glue across your eyes<br />the hot dog guy<br />gave the thing hell<br />with a socket wrench<br /><br />i crashed my car<br />after a phone call<br />to see a rainbow<br />mashed right into his ex-wife<br />i was almost home<br />and i really broke my car<br />thank you larry<br />and thank you hot dog guy<br />i'm no good with cars<br />not since the bloody jungle seed<br />and those black-brown applespearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-81490153408255027582009-05-22T11:44:00.000-07:002009-05-22T11:46:29.875-07:00regulara purple chest of drawers<br />overstuffed with artichoke hearts<br />wet the bedpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-7617326529073890342009-05-22T11:35:00.000-07:002009-05-22T11:38:13.124-07:00poem 3this tomato is wounded<br />in the field<br />gold stars all around<br />a gale stirred up<br />the lilacs<br />it sniffs goodpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-28087265073830754992009-05-22T07:52:00.000-07:002009-05-22T07:55:28.962-07:00anthilla pair of mango's<br />for socks made<br />my shoes turn sticky<br />the goslings waddle<br />snake and bob<br />i spy a fat little chuck<br />and a wild turkey<br />blows away the whole colonypearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-48825312229835374692009-05-22T07:46:00.000-07:002009-05-22T11:29:59.389-07:00trapped in a spiral of death, which can happen to anyonestand up and<br />go blind<br />a six pound crow<br />rattles a branch<br />have a seat<br />in the devil's chairpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-77164160851650060262009-05-19T17:30:00.000-07:002009-05-19T17:35:35.140-07:00annotationssternly, aloofness<br />in an arranged marriage cemetery<br />i couldn't resist the temptation to look<br />possessions<br />tub<br />corduroy<br />peg<br />enamel curator<br />plebiscite tassels vanished<br />fraternity duel<br />pool of his own blood<br />i protested by crying<br />in the expedition<br />derailed carnage<br />cue<br />insane<br />hear the music and laughter<br />rolling over the lake<br />mussels<br />crayfish<br />toads<br />surf a beatnik<br />expelledpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-45747914881108289062009-05-05T19:21:00.000-07:002009-05-05T19:31:40.297-07:00corpusclea scrape of mashed beans<br />on a crusty rind<br />handcuffed to a suit coat<br />on a coasting crest of cock-a-doodle-do<br /><br />leeks, scallions, radish<br />single elements<br />pissing up the bathtub<br /><br />a rusty cart chugs<br />down the ladder<br />racing to meet the firepearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-8886863156700841922009-05-01T16:10:00.000-07:002009-05-01T16:42:20.535-07:00lemon wedgeA 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.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-52476773267365382742009-05-01T10:26:00.000-07:002009-05-01T10:39:05.470-07:00power thoughtsthis 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.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-46735609126324514362009-04-20T17:09:00.000-07:002009-04-20T17:32:30.083-07:00matter of courseHot buns rolled over my toes while I waited to cross main street. I clutched my throbbing foot hopping up and down on my one peg-leg. The ice cream truck flustered through traffic to put out the fire. A cone load of frosty coated my leg from a headlight and my hot toe melted right to the surface because the rest of my leg dissappeared from all the fuss. The big red toe glowed like a cherry bomb smoking over the sidewalk. It looked at me and peeled back the nail to say, "certainly there is buffet dining". The hot toe buzzed of at lightspeed to an all-you-can-eat. I invited a mailbox to swallow me which he obliged and later that week I was a mailorder birthday cake at the reception for a mailorder bride in Pennsylvania. I have lost a leg and been through the wash. My favorite part was when the mailman drove drunk on the golf course.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-87983684091878145092009-04-20T16:58:00.000-07:002009-04-20T17:00:44.418-07:00i hate clownsDanny, no!<br />don't pop that black balloon<br />it's full of clown bloodpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-4868425952440490072009-04-20T16:33:00.000-07:002009-04-20T18:53:59.198-07:00maple mothlakes of nothing<br />springing up all over town<br /><br />a night-crazy pixie-bob<br />bicycle legs into an elliptical blur<br /><br />at the bottom of the springtime<br />snow globe waving grain<br />in the greatest lung<br /><br />a headphone sandwich<br />metal detectorpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-87062072366898862152009-04-15T06:22:00.000-07:002009-04-17T07:06:28.601-07:00open windowthis knot takes a speckled wrench<br />i've puzzled over it in mouthfuls<br />writhing like a heavy slug<br />but my spirit wrapped the city in gold<br />now when i wake i shoot right out of bed<br />out of my ear through the window<br />to join the birds in songpearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738013000290228412.post-55009460042936293392009-04-14T20:22:00.000-07:002009-04-14T21:35:07.560-07:00glass jarTake root. The levers are clenched as walnuts and the wrecking ball swing will knock you up. Bouquets of toothflower flood the clinic Tuesday. The waiting room. This way please. Novacaine pizza party but floss the dead milk bugs out. Spring cleaning. He was up a tree but should not have to be convinced of anything. Departures continue to be scheduled and disrupted as scheduled. City planners too vomit symmetrical bulbs in the median. Daffies pop in the sun trap. Thunder wags naked and shakes the dog free of pond water. Leeches breathe like accordions trolling blind in the shallows. That's why all the barking and the coffin full of clean socks. Burlesque in the parlor at four and ten to five.pearly whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166859637883658246noreply@blogger.com0