spelling bee
whipping cream
sour path sylvia
babysitter's dead
gautama of old
india gambling
grease at cockfights
in venezuala
venice beach dreadlock
Sunday, December 13, 2009
dr. dre's chronic pasta pizza buffet weed
you dug into something with a lawnmower
that pitched into your head
like a jagged tooth
into hot spaghetti
a landmower that
mows the fucked up
lands of grass
to cut it's beard
and fucked up
and picked a tooth
from the grass
with a hot metal
machine
smoking cigarettes
cut from lusty tobacco farms
where that shit is sweltering in a
Virginia variety show
just a puffed up
donut cloud
dreaming pancakes
dead berry trees
planting people
in rows
growing their
hair long
and cooking it like
hot spaghetti
that pitched into your head
like a jagged tooth
into hot spaghetti
a landmower that
mows the fucked up
lands of grass
to cut it's beard
and fucked up
and picked a tooth
from the grass
with a hot metal
machine
smoking cigarettes
cut from lusty tobacco farms
where that shit is sweltering in a
Virginia variety show
just a puffed up
donut cloud
dreaming pancakes
dead berry trees
planting people
in rows
growing their
hair long
and cooking it like
hot spaghetti
eternal like those things
when i met you
it was familiar
it was a thing
like tires spraying through the mush of wet snow
or the way beads of glass dip and hang from
the tightrope stretching
through town
it was eternal like those things
and there were powerful vibrations between us that
resonated in perfect harmony
i rolled like a barrel
down a federally protected dune
chasing red water
in a seaweed costume
and dartboard snowballs
with motorist degrees
made a fire ceremony
in the mead trough
we almost drowned
foaming through cold salt
it was familiar
it was a thing
like tires spraying through the mush of wet snow
or the way beads of glass dip and hang from
the tightrope stretching
through town
it was eternal like those things
and there were powerful vibrations between us that
resonated in perfect harmony
i rolled like a barrel
down a federally protected dune
chasing red water
in a seaweed costume
and dartboard snowballs
with motorist degrees
made a fire ceremony
in the mead trough
we almost drowned
foaming through cold salt
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
roadside attraction
i find all kinds of wild crap by the side of the road
shells and coral
sweden vs. nigeria VHS tape
grilled corn with beans and cheese layered into the open husks
and salsa with nectarines
Funk and Wagnall's with pictures of penguins
box of crayons
ice cream cake
audio cassette recorder
silver snow and
dream dust from Sudan
and then there is the matter of a mama cardinal
nesting in a lilac bush
i see an orange beak poking out from
a tangled wreath of
hair
bark
grass
shoestring
spaghetti
dream dust from England
Scottish whiskers
shells and coral
sweden vs. nigeria VHS tape
grilled corn with beans and cheese layered into the open husks
and salsa with nectarines
Funk and Wagnall's with pictures of penguins
box of crayons
ice cream cake
audio cassette recorder
silver snow and
dream dust from Sudan
and then there is the matter of a mama cardinal
nesting in a lilac bush
i see an orange beak poking out from
a tangled wreath of
hair
bark
grass
shoestring
spaghetti
dream dust from England
Scottish whiskers
Sunday, June 21, 2009
lost poem
i see one arm rolling up the carpet and the other is brushing a taxi man's teeth.
the signals are crossed and the head falters.
"bring it in for a bath", someone suggests. let it settle down,
it's spinning like a top and i mean, it's trimming hedges, it could take a finger from you.
this dangerous thing has me all tied up, and then i notice a redheaded vulture
with no moral compass gambling with your last wheezing cloud of talcum powder,
hastily, and without remorse as if he meant to lose.
but how did he happen upon it in the first place?
you were saving that one. or I was anyway.
the signals are crossed and the head falters.
"bring it in for a bath", someone suggests. let it settle down,
it's spinning like a top and i mean, it's trimming hedges, it could take a finger from you.
this dangerous thing has me all tied up, and then i notice a redheaded vulture
with no moral compass gambling with your last wheezing cloud of talcum powder,
hastily, and without remorse as if he meant to lose.
but how did he happen upon it in the first place?
you were saving that one. or I was anyway.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
the curl
i was reading a story
when my book melted like
wax over my hands.
suddenly, a deep heat seized me.
i stepped out of bed and
my feet sank into the carpet,
now a swamp of hot fudge.
the bureau yawned, it's drooping drawer,
sagging wads of socks
like marshmallow teeth.
the radio, looking like a licorice brick,
went wonky, bending songs into soup.
sour sweat soaked my shirt.
overhead, the ceiling got drips
that dipped into the room like gobs of honey.
i watched the cat cook down
into an orange and white paste,
until he was just a creamy
smudge in the muck.
my own body curled and squirmed like putty
and then i turned to face the bed
just in time to see
the whole thing blink
like a sleepy whale's
giant eye.
when my book melted like
wax over my hands.
suddenly, a deep heat seized me.
i stepped out of bed and
my feet sank into the carpet,
now a swamp of hot fudge.
the bureau yawned, it's drooping drawer,
sagging wads of socks
like marshmallow teeth.
the radio, looking like a licorice brick,
went wonky, bending songs into soup.
sour sweat soaked my shirt.
overhead, the ceiling got drips
that dipped into the room like gobs of honey.
i watched the cat cook down
into an orange and white paste,
until he was just a creamy
smudge in the muck.
my own body curled and squirmed like putty
and then i turned to face the bed
just in time to see
the whole thing blink
like a sleepy whale's
giant eye.
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