22 Jul 2015, 10:18am


David Bowie – Lou Reed – tiny country

Hair face
Pretty blossom
You look like a dove
You look like a dolphin

You remind me of me and andie with the gay porn
Me and alex
Me and the little eiffel
I remember

How come you’ve got no cave
How come
All alone alone
All by the body
The bamboo reeds shoot up in the lawns
The drug dealers go down and say
Grandmother grandmother what big eyes you have
The fairytale is ugly
Leave us alone

Mother mother may I
Wear your dress
Throw rocks in the weeds
I caught my finger on a hook
I’m bleeding

Now we are going home for the hernia operation
I can’t even walk now
I have the gauze mouth anaesthetic
Wisdom tooth munchies

Boys names for girls
Boys and girls
Echo cardiogram
They say it is a heart murmur
They say
They say we will all die

I wanna swim
like dolphins can swim

16 Jun 2015, 12:11pm

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Does the pope wear a hat

Purple luncheon holstein holler
Bicycle shirt holster
It’s a thin material a wicking material
It’s a shirt for a bicycle
I find it cosmically unafraid and filter out the bad

First things are called exactly what they are
Mower bag
Vacuum attachment
Laundry chute

Then you are running around a lot
Probably trying your high protein low carb
Fat burner diet
Spinning in spinning class
Exercising on a wheel
Naturally you are looking good there too
Those squats are really good for your glutes
But look at all those sweaty gym clothes

And now you can’t stand it anymore
when it’s all over who will know you
Things go on and sometimes you have to be sure

I would like to see you when
You are
running low on your
Under things
When it’s just you and your horizon
Lucky there later here

Ronald Colman
Little man unafraid and naked
In a white t shirt

Punching the stars

20 Aug 2006, 9:51pm

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From the Archive:

I. Get Up and Go Out

Time to go to the mall, OK?
Just put on your clothes.
Put on your shoes, your make-up,
your Nez Perce necklace
that allows you to find everything.
Find me.
I’m behind this fence.
I’m setting apart the broadsides.
I’m making one kind of a tool
that will open all the locks.
I don’t want us to get lost out there,
in meaning.
In spite of the heat there have been
reports of bears, a solar system
pulsing around the parking lot.

II. How They Tried to Kill Henry

Drive-bys are converted from drive-ins
which used to be ‘theaters of sex;’
you don’t see many of these now.
All the sex takes place inside;
within walls, with the plumbing
it’s literally whitewashed from the scene.
(Said your ideology to me…)
It takes goods, it takes looks, it takes friends,
flowers from a regular joe.
It takes his freedom and it says to him
“there’s liberation in judgment.”

–and we believe that.
Now we have a bed: who’s hiding
underneath us? who’s there?
After all, these fields are pickets,
are fence, are incongruent. In dreams
you go on watching them forever…

III. Let’s Go

Do we grow in the mall?
Can you try on a few more shirts while I pee?
Yes, that looks good on you–let’s go.
I’m dreaming of Demeter while you–
hold it–I’m dreaming of Demeter.
Yes, the whole thing looks good on you.
Now can we see that movie?

Stay in line. I don’t know if I can evoke a sauna.
But I can dream. Where were you in my dream?
Oh yes. I had found a convenience store.
I bought green tea and a Snickers bar.
I crossed the grass. Demeter was reading,
elbows against the back of the theater.
Yes, I mean outside. The lines in those days
wrapped around and around the buildings,
millions of us outside.

–I thought we were surrounded. Let’s go.

IV. Doctor

Do we need a cortisone shot,
something to stop this itch?
I feel like I should stop.
Or you stop. A glass slipper?
Would be sweet.
I want to hold your sweet parts.
Lick your dirty foot.

There is a prism,
a billboard. Time. And you realize,
the Novocaine had no effect.
It was like the negative–
no sentiments.
It held us up, it threw us out,
caught our image and tossed our image
to the glass.

But that was just seeing.
Beyond this there is another
Beyond the drape

that is true, impudent.
A most charming picture.

V. Teaser for Anne Boleyn

Tell the other to come out of hiding.
I’m awake. I’ve had thoughts. In dreams
I’ve pulled you down by your ankles;
I’ve grabbed your throat.

So we’re not in the King’s retinue anymore.
So his pavilion slips into the water,
gives its shimmer to the greater shimmer.
So it bleeds. We must not mind this.

Follow the gaming pattern.
The steps lead to a sunny room, an apartment–
with three sides open to the audience,
the outside, the lush wildlife retreat;

the fourth kept garish, oversized, flat
with windows and knitting which presuppose
an alternative purpose. Something
was killed here something wild

out of neglect. Finally the chessboard
which means next to nothing which
(although it is small and sits on the table
between us) opens

along a central fold that keeps the two sides
as far apart as it can.
Do you know how to win this one,
Is it even winnable?

VI. Just yourself thinking about me

Look at your formatting.
Demeter is not appalled by this.
Demeter knows.

                                   I talked to her in the car
                             about her sister. I sat in the car
                                   at the top of the hill

in the police cruiser.       I said       (her daughter)

                                   I said that we were lucky
                             to be thinking about the same thing–
                                   that was rare.

And the moon the same moon.
I asked, whether she had parted ways
with her garden, or not.


I sat in her garden.
I said, I know.

                                   the picture will hold you up
                                   the picture will arrest you
                                   you will not be able to forget
                                   the picture
                                   the picture will argue with you
                                   from the wall


She had no talent for miracles
she said
(just for the mirror)

                               I said       that was a lie

I was a musician
I said


try music.

now Two things:

in the New American Gothic
have a tight grip on the handle

and the woman, she
isn’t smiling.


What do the others know about me?

2 Jun 2015, 2:00pm

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June 2001

I was living in a castle without any ideas
What a job
No man could be kinglier
I downloaded Kid A on limewire on my super fast dsl
It took a week
Then I listened to Kid A for ten weeks in my car
Immersed and terrified
Kid A summer
I was following moths
Azaleas, hydrangea bushes
Photographing crepe myrtles and
pointillist photoshop images of my daughter
What did I know about anything

You have experiences, yours may be similar
Did you vote in an election
Run from the cops
I only wanted to get out of my shitty
Two bedroom apartment and get on with my real life

When the lights went out though
We got drunk a lot
We sat, ministering
Thinking aloud about what to do next
About where to go and when
Then Nowhere then
A pile of books and dogs and liner notes
What a mess

That’s when I remembered the one thing that I wanted to be

I followed your trail of clothes to the bedroom

21 May 2015, 10:31am

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Lyrics to a song

Wordsfortune cherokee garage
Think I don’t think
Hope I don’t hope
Remember me a mirror for my brain
To take more ugly selfies
Shroud for my cock
I see people I see flies
What do I spy with my little eye
colors clothes landscapes matches
Parolees problems aliens and sitcoms
Obama is my president
Brandishing my thought like, what

Storms of generosity when you consider
A.R. Ammons and science
What to make of
A guy on tumblr making art from birdswings
Think I think
When I will see
More of this and more of that
generally all good
High quality
People in their saddest thoughts are full of high quality
Pot to piss in
The saddest man puts a flower on his head
I am jealous of sad people
I want to steal one
and be its golem

14 May 2015, 10:30am

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Egon Schiele is in my basement

Time for interesting morals and habits
Al shabaab
Upanishad window
Translating variables into arcane symbols for machines
It’s how I operate, awesome
Been dealing with a lot of stress you know
which I won’t talk about here
Because that’s unseemly
Although it doesn’t make a robot any less human

Bungalow nightdress mad
Watch snow white drive in a trance
Devo whip it
Pots on heads or
Who is the last ramone
My heroes are worshipping themselves all over again

I thought to grab your crotch but also

I want to spend sunday watching baseball
And have some fish tacos
Take my sons skating
Time for home time, time
What’s the most interesting thing
imaginative word you know
Scooter clothesline
word what’s a
Word for clandestine

28 Apr 2015, 12:52pm

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Sunny D is not a vitamin

Looking different
Vegetables and cartons
Bene gesserit
That old litany of someone you know versus
Someone you just want to have a baby with
Child rearing and egos
Love you like
People slipping in and out of your home like
Shadows in the mud room
What was the name of that dog
What was it
Was it blood and grass, mold, what was it
Also what is
Best for this detergent
I think this time
You might bleach your eyeballs with lime
if you don’t like what you see
Many people see me
Many, my aunt at seventy-five
She looked so lovely
Hugging her granddaughter at the birthday lunch
It was there
All up in the air between them
Fiercely hugging
You could tell it was something genuine

22 Apr 2015, 6:52pm

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Thinking of Jeremy Clarkson, and what will happen next

Bullshit weather atrocity
Jumping beans in the heavens
With a great smoke coming down
Watch the
Chimney bugs beetles and worms
Rout of flowers and green fields
Working up into the mulch beds
I fight it with work
I must I have to quarrel with it
It’s how we humans deal with our impending sense of doom
Chaos and disorder
If they’re out of the title you want at the store you pitch a fit
Punch a producer in the face
All to get paid with another paycheck
Rainy day fund stop gap noxious gas
for your further wedding retirement old age
Because you know you really can’t rely on your children
They’ve been overloved
And why should they/you
Their life is theirs
They ought to live it far far away
And drive fast exotic sports cars
See you when I see you. Love, the Stig.
That’s all we want for them
All the best
If you want to buy sex toys on Amazon now you can

8 Apr 2015, 11:33am

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Are you in my event horizon

Dark and lucky
Flowing water reverse chair
Are you getting dressed
Or am I just imagining things like
You moving underneath me

Semi undressed half clothed
Partially nude
Your hips down no under wear

Last night I went bowling
I told you that

What will you do today
My story
Begins with painting
I am three walls in
My son’s room he’s helping
It’s going quicker than I thought
The color is sortof a drab grey
But it’s alright when the light hits it
“French silver” according to the paint can
He picked it out, it’s what he wanted
So for now I’m just cheap labor
Having a lunch

We’ll hit it back again this after noon
Spring time in Georgia

The fourth wall will be
Candy apple red

14 Mar 2015, 11:31am

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Time and pheromones

People walking 20 miles, 30 miles
Waking up and taking valium
Getting ready to go downstairs
And walk some more miles
Putting on some clothes
Like faces
Jogging suit deodorant
Under wear the same as the day before
People walking and working
Holding on to railways
and escalators and old shirts

I have to say
That I do it well
I walk up this old drive to dinner at my house
Do I feel trapped
That’s a question you might ask me
In your little car you can drive
To meet me in my big car

There are hills and mountains
And Weather
And Obligations
I think I might need to change my oil before I go

Keep some things in your car for the way
Water and crackers
emergency flare space blanket
Whistle and compass
Pump and backup battery for your phone
Empty jug to pee in
wastebasket to pee in
bathtub to pee in
I’ll go walking and working
through oceans of your pee

2 Mar 2015, 6:30pm

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Around and around we go

Big yellow tomato
Karmann ghia
My uncle who raced stock cars
around a dirt track near winder
He was fast
He won a lot
He was my favorite (uncle)

The car was brown and pink
It had mail box numbers on the side
Number 7
Number 13
Kisses for luck

When you win on a dirt track
they don’t feed you champagne
You have pabst blue ribbon
You pour it over your bald head
and it gets in your underwear

My uncle lived in a brick apartment
over his garage
He had girls stay with him
Through the week
My aunt wasn’t too happy about it
but she liked him winning

That isn’t there anymore

I was reading (grapes of wrath
On the road) and you were
Nowhere near

I see you on the beach some days
You’re still pretty
I’m still lonely, horny
In love