December 2011
1 post
Australians come in hoards with fishing poles on their backs. One trouble with matted motion, the engulfing stench of saliva & yellowed butts. With a brick between the frame & door the German filmmaker goes out for a smoke. I had joined him. He & his crew were on the attack of the financial crisis; a subject that bores me greatly. Seldom I am as strong as my tongue. Often do both my...
November 2011
3 posts
T-minus ten. It can wait, then, run it over again, my reservations. Housekeeping please report too tall towers of linens by the pound, bleach by the quart. My elbow an invaluable tool—smells of fragrant rain (that can be gotten rid of). Pa, predicting each stop on the train in my young years, when no problem was the insurmountable sort. Lately the work run into itself, sux, but what else can...
Yes, yes, thought Quinn, as he examined the cheque. She held her long instrument and played like a wreck. Did he drink, think? In that room? Such is his weeping & wailing which could not be translated. It makes no difference, his failing to listen, old stories, poems, the objectives that litter his list. He’d like to be a detective actually, that might be fun, thinking on his feet. Eight...
O should I go & must I go, praise at the big bar where he felt as if in some suburban zoo, with ripe animals pondering his exotic dance. Asking his studies, off mark guesses by a car, smoke from a rette-cigar. Chairs blocking the loo. I suppose to have fun one must take a chance. Saw a well-known poet walk home, said my hi’s, got my formal invite. I was on the toke & cup, again, in...
October 2011
2 posts
Two layers. It’s warm. I’ll pretend nothing glorious is going on. Armful of the biggest load, back near gone. Should I purchase the boots? I ask Sean. Sucking on the remaining pretzel out of my teeth—- squeak the stairwell door, the cold body quiet again finding a shirt among the sheets. Phone startled my big ol’ throat, which is sore from smoking & the weather made it...
Where is my American Spring? Black screen revolution? Henri wishes he had him some. Cut me off at the plane of my peace where Henri, wobbling, falls into one of his five books. Wrapped only in the blue of his flag, his thing. The hypermarket is in flames he stammered to himself, pulling at his leash Henri will not be a part of it, despite the backlash. There is no longer inspiration from J.B., all...
September 2011
1 post
can’t wait to bring out the smartwool don’t know the world as myself not really steering that boat in the thousand islands, some-teen & icy. Out in the northern landscape from behind the foggy bus. phonecall phone call my back is about to give Starfish in bed skydiving or so being like dead without this sleepy & sharp journey, where I won’t turn that huge cockroach...
August 2011
5 posts
With a thud this nation failed to respond to war in the yellow swirl—uh world, vast & beautifully bitter a violent slip tomorrow makes us all but tall. —Just how big is this damned pond? from over yonder boobs, all smeared with the same glitter, while Henri lingered, at his desk, asleep, & small. Of stereotypes, of which no one can rewrite interestingly the very dreadful...
Twelve’s only twice, that being reason not to sleep It is good of my friend (& you) who askt me ne’er to weep of these troubles, like a man. That is what they say, disciplined & with a plan. I suppose now I should take the point to chest, (his toy & my dream) obediently. So I go to rest with his language. Woke needing an ibuprofen taken with large stones in my stomach...
No fear there, no heavy makeup. Look at those eyes, bedroom eyes. Woman like that’s got to have somebody—eyes like that. Beautiful eyes but that’s me, that is what’s up. —Mr Nimh is numb, young, & dumb. I can’t believe these people crept into my work! —She is a very sexual being, she likes to be nude, etc. I get it. —Or she is very ambiguous with her message. Hard to...
I was permitted by god one good fight & seldom a gal whereas back in the cave scuttles my one good pal. Here I’ve tokens of appreciation, shining, thumb-tossed & benevolent, am I. Shame on the cynical & those who hate women that cannot read their minds (great as they may be). But it is their loss to turn their backs to me. Do dare. The wolf was never a figure of masculinity...
Rather I would take the wary root with ice before the tiresome sunrise & these three machines full. As I kept matching these corners up with no time for poems, or to make nice with my superiors, who see me often in a lull as I fold & fold. Last wisps of steam from my cup I’m throaty without. I was unaware of last month’s bout with sores. I drove one incredibly long mountain...
July 2011
2 posts
Han Li didn’t much like hisself, now he thinks he’s orrsome. He took up a plan & plenty critical chances. Now Nam had borne herself a war & a maelstrom & in ninety-one behind the grey sky left the foursome fluttering—to neither Cali nor Kansas. And they would worry mostly about finances. Ah the existential difference, like a mission he made many a good first...
Caught up with an old friend, yet I did not speak. Henri resurfaces with a penny for the weak. While Andalusia walks off with a hundred six & the quarreling has reached its peak. Feeling disconnected, en-vi-ous, at a loss & fix no flowers, no wine, no televised pics. Nothing left resembling the well-lived life. Long haired & a belly to absorb the knife of immeasurable loss, quickness...
June 2011
6 posts
Compañero
Is this the hook? Where do you put the worm? The father of youdunit has fell from the curve onward to a vague elsewhere. I pray there are bars with the one sole beauty who’ll continually turn & spin, barefooted, it gives, & serves. While the lowest of us look up for the star
who was the lightness & light. Backfiring down wide, palmed boulevards; a French car, rounded toes. A...
I give in about myself. I am not so good. Three rejections by letter & a mad trample in the wood. There was a cemetery next to the school where Henri cut through thick in the mood, sobbing into Ms. Engst’s shoulder. O Gina, I’d call you if I could. Where are you on the internet? where are my trees with such detail? why was I up early in the cold mornings, without a signature to...
I wondered, am I above? All four paws strung goodies at my bleeding ankle & all are tall. Struggling at pattern recognition & the NYT crossword; Rumpelstiltskin’s material raw is, apparently, not straw but instead, flax. Thingamajigs, variantly, my ____ is law strong of my young courageous attacks. Thirty miles the lone stretch of road, stray cats alas, down & under grass, silent...
Bump bump bump, the music just owns you the wretched slapping of the E string ooh absentminded banging, oh, you know how to I am nearing the end of my mind March April May June & July the poor soles of those women!
ka ka ka, pity the hobbling walks of some multi-layered eyes and the two big ones (are not as they seem) mildly two-stepping while Niru fancies himself a cat daddy on a night out...
Shoot then! I clench my toothpick. I’ve yet to be seen concerned with a cutting. Sick to the heart, before the angels of God. It is my good friend, at the most, slacking. I am pleased to see his back turned knowing what I’ve done! It is personally hard.
The rubber is off. In his rarest times sometimes the wittle ones sweat, & did sickly things; still he was clad. My...
Parachute men & frogs, I … shuffled my tix. Grasped here, with bits, in the neon, memory, with the remaining hand, we call for each other from the blue-black rushes, hash & the gold rush girls, drag of the splaying sea. When I pick up JB again I won’t remember, boo. All will be, nude. The street children are hazed. Sweaty & dull. The mist in my face weaving grass &...
May 2011
5 posts
Nervous yellow experience boring black hair, safe in cabs reading Pain Songs & Children of Adam & another & another, so long as the night is shining as everyone I know is sleeping I write the secret of my night & days
How goes the day? strange, strange even if I don’t share I come to you, freshly forgotten muscular trees, undulant cobbled ways ten tons of illusion, murmur of...
Whit, Will, & Swedish curls, the bride, enemy near us dear to me, swimming immovable fathers to much work here to me no escape there to the bushes old hills, dabbled hair, glory of none & nobody else me & my scientific power alone, draw close, Ohio where the frozen spirit encourage twisting sobs alive snow falls cutting my does she find strength, dissatisfied I sit here writing...
I pass nothing in the wuurld living by inference I am skimming quickly through Goffman and Williams in motor car If they were to ride together holding flowers red-nosed with rippled tears in the wind …flip-flip, curiously approaching boastful disclosing no meaning whatsoever in a muted circle of sick suburbs It is no surprise to say that this warm and frivolous intimacy is dearer to me, than...
I smell Daphne and everyday life A quality to be concealed “necked” with a wet towel the women harsh light, contacts fail the deliberate flux of our character further one goes to foster their performance I have been credibly informed about her manner suffusing the mind She poses in her hand Sea and River causing some embarrassing lulls to occur two great legs in front of the hind
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My spiraling gears hundreds in a stalk gargantuan laughter, harmony in rust. The man & breeze were gentle Staining many nights with tender talk drowsy lips and shakes, drifting hands, lust. hot full time or bust
the towers took in our chests good & true volumes in our hearts, trembling caricatures topple: dust. The black thirst of a young man’s future comes like a thief, kisses...
April 2011
2 posts
Main one five that’s all in my eyes another code another full load that’s beeping hot with an unwashed pot and the meters’ve rot. Chop chop, I’ve a number of things for my ass & thighs with a spoon in my side, ibuprofen’s no surprise. Pop it out of my mouth and read 105. Do you like sing-songs, pressuring your girl to eat? Do you play ping-pong til the blisters...
The crackling of hard plastic wheels—more on the way! Call me a cabbie, patty. For Raab, or Ribaudo, I’ve seventy pounds on the halt though. “Where’s breakfast?” Make a right, and another—Mrs. K’s. Chicka—take this stamp and begone now. Be patient for this cigarette and my know-how. Drop your filthys in the basket, slap your receipt on the desk....
March 2011
4 posts
he came and went back to what he truly is white rush mat under heaven ten steps for a single peck he stole the very methods of sage and used the wunnerful language of the day when no one has even heard the poem yet rambling between “loves” and “world” emerging from the bush, cicadas don’t bite nor sting He being called “hurry”, I being called...
My Acoustic is semi-hollow but it’s not overpriced that is purely subjective, you and I agree not everything in this world is WRB I cut open a ball, a rubber with a slice another Hurricane Neo and a Focus III Snipe My beloved sport! Faces challenges several neighbors have complained against a master plan with two concrete tables which is a weak financial argument and as to whether or not...
Henri in a clumsy moment. Sits down to write, “To whom it may concern…”, crackt his knuckles, & scratcht himself. Several weeks with not one sent. In a tall glass with his roots asway, he plunges a light bulb into his side which glows, ‘mazingly. Television science! Henri beams silently. Extending his red-rotted roots over letters of past lovers, to whom he owed so much...
I’ve made bad choices wrongly translated I’m here without fail shaking violently. Maybe I could do with new courses or maybe I could’ve loved you more so that this doubt, trembling, be abated. So I may get to sleep more gently The night feigns peace, I’ve restless rain blurred on my neck and chest where I’m feverish to the touch somehow older by lunar...
February 2011
4 posts
Today I rolled up & down the stairs, looked in the mirror, combed my hair. Delicious pomalade smells of someone else’s home. I sat in my chair and read of vulgar Rome, what a bone. And a dry one at that. I thoroughly enjoy my mornings alone, ‘cept the shoveling and the feeling of being watched through the stained glass window. The neighbor with narrowed eyes and no white guilt. I...
The muted absersizes and the short smokes tolled I ought rotate more, with lengthened strokes forum and the videos, from where I’ve been told, I’m making the last great advance for growth. See, silly St. Charles is one of my many peers we will die happily in an old city or the late frontier. But that, still, I can’t be sure of. Why hate snow softly on the city. Resistance is a...
The rabbit leaps.
beggar honest & calm flowers ugly indestructible breath way ward bundle black hour newspapers lunched lived inferior to those deprived poets by night or by day
the mounts trembling pride capable of rising intricate structures soul several homesick whose countries The long traveled hand three companions understanding holiday push the clocks aside he presumed if I were an ox...
January 2011
6 posts
Outside and in it is a freeze. To country & recovery, watch the news. Shootings, the flatland breeze, mad heat. Plays for sister bop & blues, she is away from home. Dusty sheets & the flightless disc. Please
make it back orright. Good Dreams are playing here, girls writing, men are displaying once again two emotions. What could they want? Black death, white flight. Scrambling to the...
Branches of fuzzy sumac rode a train and a bike and only seeing the backsides of things contemporary ruins the steam factory beside the highway (makes steam) I don’t get why people always assume that these are factories. They’re obviously refineries. Honeysuckle and garbage. Plant power, outage. I am afraid to go out into the cold noise. I can hear the machines working and when...
Prayer clearly wasn’t working I lift my left arm—I walk away from manslaughter thinking, the middle click has been a great invention I am reading entire websites in seconds scanning images, clenching my teeth at the time well spent writing ridiculous and inane reviews on shoes-
of-the-day under pen names. I really don’t like it, these people. I hardly made it through...
A little of po, a little of em. —Yo. Yeh? Write ‘em. A menagerie of the usual and infrequent frightens but I yam the born host I’ll have Shosean fight ‘em put ‘em in check. Closed fist, open palmed sex I put on my good face and wait for this lunar new year. I can’t wash my hair any sooner. But I don’t (co)operate often. When I do, persons emote. John A...
head spun, flat here still on the cusp of recovery, with another year for rediscovery he finds her slipping in european terms their conversation with the bite of disgust anything non-american, blue denim squirm he is glad his city is still snowy —I find it difficult, yeh, that from this noise good words arrive. You feel helpless. There isn’t a battlefield to borrow from, neither today...
Oo, ah, it’sa creepin’ up it’sa January new. —Pal I knew, I knew, I’ma bring small tokens, a few, of my appreciation. Let’s paint this old prince new hues, here, sniff this. —Coo, coo! What’s that sound? Down by the bay, with rewards all around watermelons are growing. I sit by my reflection cradle couple pounds, peering through the water. ...
December 2010
7 posts
Drunk myself liters of the active milk, courageous. Silent on the platform, Henri remembers the ages. Her gloved palm: I am awakened by it. To live. Since the morning I sifted my two gifts and sweated them thoroughly, and bit my lip. Of the two things Henri fills up his pages wif, her and the ghostly shadow of younger year. He hid his gift in the center of Queens. The distance short so the...
Books of Learning
Day unto day uttereth speech. Keep back somewhat of seeming wise. I read little logic & rhetoric, confer little mathematics. Special receipt of every lawyer case defects of the mind’s reach where we settle the rules & humor of the scholar
better to be swallowed than studied, chewed and digested in parts: less important arguments. Belly in perpetual flux, I see the river run below as...
Places of Learning
I want to write, no thanks. The wind blows sharp. Standards to be roses I am leaving to look abroad into the fields some with daisies, some with sweet williams to be kept with cutting, that they not grow out of course. Overcast days evening closes for satisfaction sake. Stems are guilded men handle it well within a suspect state (Abel & Cain at their most primitive trade) living in full view...
This old fucking man what does he know about systems and what is good policy versus bad all he knows is that he doesn’t want to make noise for the rest of the room while they sleep yelling at me at five in the morning Mr Terashima you can go to hell
He passive-aggressively folds his sheets, neatly, like a warped child, tells me about the world and its young people I clutch his change and...
Thanks, Reception
I am downstairs in the laundry room. Back soon! (Or come get me if you like) Extra towels in the storage room Herbie Mann plays “A Spring Morning” 1954. I am outside having a cigarette. If you need something, please come out and get me.
I am upstairs doing a walk-through of the building. I’ll be back in 15 minutes or less! The only place you can get food at this hour is at the...
Line of purple tunic in his right hand lovely garden one of them said lovely garden A few links he looked at me I heard him shout one should always be drunk with what? trees, a little farther on, and going home I should like when he goes out A few minutes cried no no and towards an experienced eye have you ever noticed what is sadder there is nothing at the end everywhere strolled that evening on...
Induce several states, inside play only the mower stops abruptly thereby homely walls are thin things, beds are thick peoples thighs are cooked always thoroughly in the evening when I wake you are there napping or cleaning elsewhere the rows of muscle, pills from my sweater heavy vacuum suffocate TV A OK the couch fits one and one at best and every evening sounds the town siren while...
November 2010
10 posts
believe that man is born good pocket a piece of thick bread very serious men and women beautiful and beautifully dressed wedded in silence by nature she has the air chilly circumstances, disgusting patina green of pennies vigorous kick little splashing strides sad and surly iron gate of an immense garden let me bite your black and heavy sails mastheads on the marina garrish gallantry I drew...
Flies on the cheek together we seethe Mars shuffling sky scraped clouds all banging round & around with silent radiation bounding out objects of the familiar tree, poetry is a leaf and a seasoned rock hiding beetles I could not finish this work of body autumn bark’s supple ecstasy delving holes a stark imprint of the stolen doe dashes of fence black & opaque, hut shoddy wood of...