29 Aug 2014, 12:41pm
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Imagined I had a lot of fever, nature center

Suck and squeeze
Made up a headloop
For show and tell
I brought a rock
It was Gorgeous
Slimy and green covered
Fetched from a river
Which was Also a tributary
Like a lot of things in those days baby creeks
Agitated by whole skeletons of mollusks
Grass carp were brought in to do the rest
To Kill!
The Invasive grass willowing underneath
which was choking out the native plants
just like that goddamned English ivy
Up top
The whole mountainside was practically falling into the pond

Shh
The lady has an owl that is scaring the shit out of me
Elizabeth Bishop
Her name is Diana the Huntress
No Athena has the owl
That’s scat
Shit

I want to smoke you so bad
Lay your head on my head
Can we see something
Share some head lice
I have jet lag
I have gone so far, so far, around the whole world, so far

28 Aug 2014, 2:12pm
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The human being furnace

Eras are being shot in Technicolor
In the dinosaur lands

There is a Jules Verne-ish willful explosion
Warm compassion awaits you in a land of elk and tropical doormats!

You are going on the Love Boat
Captain Stubing really knows his business
For right away you fall in love with his bald pate
Will he ever leave his wife?
But wait
You forgot about the terrible White Mountains and the tripods
You can’t forget that

You watch an army of ants crawl over Merrill Stubing’s face
It’s fun

But what can you see of this overgrown valley we call madness?
It’s hotter t/here
Bonkers! Poor Pooh bear.
Eeyore would know what to do
He would

Imagine that you are inside of a valley with a T. Rex
It is a long long long long valley
Which gives you the greater odds?
Being a man
Or being the burning bush which kills him and the dinosaur too?

19 Mar 2005, 7:52pm
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From the Archive:
“leisure”

(“getting and spending”)

Every day she bakes it/ she considers
a little further away//
she bakes it and she considers/ ‘my despair’//
but/ she looks younger and she looks prettier//
she looks happier and she looks fitter/ leading
‘a quiet life’// only now
she can get/ lilies and daylight/ ‘cream’
pink and brown
room colors//
you think/ she escapes
by it// imagining/
she relaxes more/ and she reads more//
and she lies naked and
                                       undisturbed.

but/ in spite of it/ she confesses//
she thinks of/ the bench
under her// all the time/ solid as being//
she spits
             into her hand// and
she hisses/ and/ she misses// and
she bakes bread.

19 Aug 2014, 2:11pm
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San Bernardino

I want to be somewhere different
Rummaging towns with you
Down there in South America
Or to the west of america
All the Old ghost towns
Where people have abandoned things
I want to walk up and see what’s what
On the walls do they have signs pointing
To a heritage
Or do the individuals matter
Do they demand
That they matter
The writer’s desk that the writer sat up from
when he discovered that the world was a bigger place than he was
I want to know that

I started with a creative drawing:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning walking down the stairs
Of a modern day split level where kids are playing Atari
on a Saturday morning
Wearing Pooh and Tigger pajamas
And she decides to make some pancakes because
The sun is up, why not
The sun is in her hair and there is
In the negligence of the light,
A certain apparition, and foreboding:
The story will not get written

But what about our story
You and I and our trip to Peru,
Mazatlan,
Sacramento
Portland Oregon
So many places were waiting for us
Why did we not go there
If given a chance I would redo that part
My friend and his new wife are now riding horses across Mongolia
What a story
We could have that too
Couldn’t we

I am sick of all this leaving
Thinking that we’ll live out our retirement
in a potash facility outside Trona, some dump
where granddaddy longlegs climb up rusting water pipes
And nobody does anything all day but listen to noise

What would you do or tell me what works for you, what do you hear

Do these kids drink from hoses
Do they ride their bikes in the air, in the desert
I hear the collective wind come alive with the sound of bike chimes
And I wonder
If that’s what we’re missing

If dust is dust, we’re good for that
I could go on all day about the ash, beautiful flowers
The look of it in your hair, on your hands
It’s all enough
So what were we worried about?

17 Aug 2014, 11:39am
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I sweat profusely each time I mow the lawn

(Kill your darlings)

Hex stamp blitzkrieg romance

Spiderbite poultice
Angry as fuck

Foolish in love
And metamorphosing into some kind of a shirt scratcher
Dietician
Drinking power protein shake smoothies each morning to boost my fiber
Fighting off the effects of old age
With a ridiculous monotonous routine
I Lift the dumbbells over my head
And Swear and cuss when I hear the joints pop
Rub the sore spot over my shoulder
Think about what it might have been
to live in some sort of more temperate future
where it all would begin to make sense

In my dreams I sometimes resemble Bruce Willis in The Fifth Element
But with more hair

Everyone knows what they like
That’s the trouble with people
All of them
Are Dumb and Dumber
And the genius ones are the dumbest of all
No Milla Jovovich to show them the way
with her orange hair and drop dead gorgeous good looks
For she doesn’t use her brains for villainy
Not even in the Resident Evil series of which I am also a fan
She is a goddamn vigilante fighter

Instead we get Disney films and they all feature some kind of
a do-gooder maître d’
Usually male
Who is all I am going to show the world what I am made of!
with pluck and valour
And so we get another Swedish self-centered heroism
The Highlights cartoon Goofus and Gallant
Reader’s Digest ceremonial platitudes
Breakfast stories
Good morning america

But that is not what I’m talking about

In my movie
The hero is a whoremongering whorehound
And he is walking in your neighborhood
And he dives into the alley and he puts on a swift coat
He eats leftovers from the Chinese restaurant
Wipes his mouth with his sleeve
He plays with dogs
He is a drug dealer
And a drug taker
He sits at the bar with Leopold Bloom and he kicks back beer after beer
He walks through the town with little Alex and he beats up a homeless man
Fancy old rich ladies with gigantic porcelain penises
He is a cad
With a gigantic codpiece

He walks all night and in the end he comes to your house
To drop a love letter in your mailbox

Darling,
I want to finger bang you under a blanket while we watch a Disney princess movie

And you go to the window and you look out and you blush
And there he is,
So you shoot him

Which is Morse code for
I want to turn over everything

11 Aug 2014, 11:37am
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Cathedral mnemonic

Fern I want to take off your clothes
and see if I can topple you in the dormitory
You don’t think so?
We should play some kids’ games just to see
Follow me I’ll go into hiding
look for me upstairs

I remember a boy I want to put in a girl’s dress
A sunny summery one
Rich cotton
No bra
Kiss his nipples and suck on them
Pull his privates until he cums hard in my hand
Little baby grunts
Sobbing necklace
Both of us wanting it I swear

6 Aug 2014, 11:40am
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The human being cloud

Eucalyptus, and gentleman

The cartoons in the village are playing on repeat
It is a bewildering time
Having watched 15,000 episodes of The Jetsons
The kids don’t know the difference between
George of the Jungle and Tarzan
They haven’t seen either in so long
Woody Woodpecker is an even more distant memory
Such violence
And the two birds, Heckle and Jeckle
Well they’re just racist

It’s obscene the amount of humor that goes into
making an ugly cartoon ugly
Yet we watch the news without blinking
Through all the cynical seasons

The people on Jeopardy know all the answers
But when does one ask the right question?
Pregunta, quaestio
It doesn’t matter which voice you use
Just stare at the heavens
Boiling like a cold clod
All day, all night
And then an anvil falls on your head

4 Aug 2014, 10:42am
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Interstate 40 Love Song

(with apologies to Stone Temple Pilots)

The Sun is kissing you and I miss this heat
Three days since I left Barstow and I’m clear across America
Back in the dark humid woods
Driving down from Tennessee into Georgia
My native home
The road is pretty but
You can only see so far
Humidity obfuscating every view
Trees bunching us in
I remember when we were kids and we would crawl under their limbs like babies
That is where I first showed and got shown
Now it seems like a stuffy world
One that can’t seem to get clear of a bad sinus headache

I want to take a day or two off
And See Rock City Ruby Falls
The signs you see for 100 miles out from Chattanooga in all directions
But I’ve already seen them

I’ve seen Wilmington too
Which according to the road sign on I-40 leaving Barstow was 2,554 miles east
That’s crazy

This is a big country
There are mountains on one end and cannabis
A desert and more mountains
Plains and rivers and hills and finally another set of mountains
Coast and opposite coast
As if there weren’t enough deserts to drive through
I want the wind on my face and I want it now
A sun so still
Sky big enough to cover us

Oceans of sand
Brown canyons

3 Aug 2014, 5:37pm
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Agoraphobic, cannibal

Lettuce mystery Holstein camera
This is sounding quite gothic now
Does the cow have mad cow
Is Bunnicula coming to eat?

The universe is full of such songs as these
Which you will remember when you are older
Like you remember Mary Shelley and The Last Man
While sitting in the Monster Mini Golf
          white lady with a white sword
Green blinking eyes
Turning her head from side to side

The kids are athletic, ok
Striking the pink and yellow balls
Shrieking when one goes in

It’s a color coordinated apocalyptic look
One which could not have been achieved without Mary Shelley
I of course I am thinking of her more famous work now
But in my heart I am a more ardent admirer of The Last Man

Frail and diseased
Like mad cow heifers
Dying all over Europe
Stumbling over empires
Castle after castle in a man’s head

O to be full and happy
Dying alone on the Tiber!

2 Aug 2014, 3:29pm
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Another foot poem, another day

Motion bella landscape tickle
Icecream handyman gruntwork pilot
Artwork for a decade
Everything sold
To Old friends and neighbors who bought it all up
The yard sale very successful
Now let’s rest

I want to make you a hamburger and watch you eat it
Listen to you belch
A California burger
With green avocado bacon
Ketchup dripping onto your toe

Promise me that I can lick it off you
I like the lavender nail polish you just got
It’s impressionistic
Tomorrow we should move into an artist’s colony at Argenteuil
Or if that’s too far
We can go to Taos,
New Mexico

I don’t care so long as there is summer
And we have some good light to paint in

30 Jul 2014, 3:30pm
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Intentions

for my pals

I wanted to tell a story about all the good people I started knowing
And how they danced on a mountain with me
Beside each other wearing togas and not afraid to let each others’ bellies flop
Drinking wine or tea or coffee or beer or liquor
Whatever they wanted
The liquor didn’t make you sick
It just made you quicker

All my animal instincts had survived

Some had walked up that day while others were a little late
Mere presences in the crowd
A space where their arms would be
In July
“Is that you Jed?” I would say
Hoping that one day I would get an answer back
And it would be Jed talking to me just like I used to know him in bygone days
He was one of the good ones
A spaceman from the Wild Wild West
I used to call him Butch Cassidy just to fuck with him

I was one of the walkers
In Yosemite there is a place called Half Dome
It is not so hard to think about
That people can climb up an entire mountain with the assistance of a cable
Up a well worn trail in the smooth granite
A chain of ants ahead and below
Still several people die there
And even more in Vernal Falls

To be truthful it was pretty quiet
I said to my gal there
“Gal?”
But she had already gone looking for a wafflecone
I drank her Pepsi

The amusement park ride was sitting right on the edge of this great slice of the hill
A cliff really
It was a rollercoaster so I got on it
What else was there to do
I was whipped out into empty space
Like so many times before

Down below
I saw people ordering trains
So many
“They will never get here that way will they Jed?”