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
Birds
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
Reorder
Repeat
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
Opalescent

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

23 Aug 2005, 3:30am
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From the Archive:
Blade Runner Diptych

–Do you love me?
     –I love you.
–Do you trust me?
     –I trust you.

Lucifer

This is the most interesting of

the devils. The light-bringer, morning-

star. Babylonian King Helal. Day-

star mis-translated by Saint Jerome

as Lucifer. He being the stuff

of fireflies longs to be spread in.

He longs to be spread “on the wing.”

But he has to be clean, and removed

ordinarily. He has four years.

Maybe. There’s even a gun…. Roy

you soliloquist. Hero and machine.

Your potential for entering the

daylight, Huge, Huge. Does anyone

mean as much (as they say)?

Spider

Shielded inside the walls and money.

Dear hands, dear furniture.

Making a spinneret of the clocks.

Making a miniature of the weevils.

The snakes, the owls, the ospreys;

robotic, queer things. Grand-

daddy longlegs, funny-face, raz-

mataz. She spies the one thing she

wants and then she chases it.

And then she changes her mind.

It is going to work, after all. It is

going to be too hard to speak of.

And no way to diet. The rest is too

wonderful, too obscene to begin with.

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

1 Mar 2015, 8:01pm
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Don’t judge me I won’t

Warehouse opera multi function
House and handgrenade
The hosereel gets stuck by the garage door
So I don’t wash the cars anymore
Sonny jurgensen
I thank you
We all thank you
The hawks are doing well
19 in a row was it and still on top of the east
My mind is a rube goldberg device
Must be time for spring cleaning
I am an Ape wearing a wedding gown
That’s me
Been wanting to feel what it feels
To be bent over the old chaise
Face staring against the dull blinds
Will it snow
Will the kids be out of school for another week
I heard a fly buzz when I
When I
You took the tall picture and put it on my dresser
That’s my favorite
I like it
Please do that again

17 Feb 2015, 2:49pm
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What perfume does your wife

Elastic banners and honey c’mere
Do me the do list
All left-you-in-the-wardrobe
A dormant message from outer space
Silk stockings and spider web
webbings        quieter queer quieter
Pinks Chiffon
Greta Garbo
Soft Leggings blue pink blue pink
white pink
Patchouli soap
Lace socks and
Tautological yoga balls
Tattoos of
Lemons oils grass bottles
Spinster shoes
Shiny leather
Glandular sexy toys in a box
Next to a child’s finger painting
And bronze baby shoes and a jar of
pennies
Clara Bow in a necktie     and bangs
Feel your way in the dark
Onto a pile of books
Fall out in the snow in a fur

13 Feb 2015, 3:03pm
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Roman polanski and my father

Mirror nickel and old feet
Wet words wool socks
Tide, your diploma graduation hat tassel
Motor engine
Climb an old roof
Banner billboard
Scaring the life out of some one
They thought was an animal up along the edge
That time we went to the mountains
and there was so much snow in april
Eating macaroni and canned chicken
Peanut butter and trail mix
I asked you what the iron curtain meant
and you said something about pittsburgh
No you misunderstand
I’m tired can we go
Instead we hiked down to gatlinburg and got a room
The oak ridge boys were playing
Nearly passed out at the ripleys museum
From too much cough medicine
Jack palance remember that guy
You shook your head
I wondered if club soda would get bloodstains
out of carpet you said
Ask your mother
She would know better than I do
about those things

5 Feb 2015, 6:45pm
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I dream of jeannie

They called to me in weird names
I barely remember at end of day
The Time to come in, eat
The dinner at my house was placed
carefully in small bowls on the table
Typically meatloaf or fried steak
Always some potato
A Bread
One or two vegetables green orange yellow
Remember in the happy days
Richie says he likes meatloaf and the
girls laugh
No laughing
On Fridays there would be fast food takeout
Burgers, Mexican
usually we would eat at 5

There were different customs at my
friend’s house
We said blessing they said grace
His dad was the minister of our church
Stern taciturn
No elbows on the table
Very little speaking
They had green naugahyde couches
in the sitting area
We watched the world series 1980-81
Dodgers and Yankees
No one had cable yet
His mom served salisbury steak
Potatoes and peas
So that’s what I thought they meant by
Missionary style
And a rare treat, thousand island
salad dressing
When we were done it was almost bedtime

I went to my grandparents later and still
go there now
It is my grandmother’s house
All day food
The grownups gather at the table and eat
LunchnDinner
While the kids sit at trays low benches
hugging our knees to our chests
Woodburning stove puts out so much heat
There is probably venison
Or goat, stringy; wild pig, squirrel
You never can tell
The all day watermelon and beer drinking
on Sundays Saturdays
That was my granddad’s thing but he’s gone now

Tonight it’s the superbowl and
We’re eating chili at my house
Everyone has a bowl they sit where they want

2 Feb 2015, 2:39pm
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Mother of pearl coat

Names of wood. I don’t
remember them all
Smoky joe
Thorny branch
Acacia redwood forest
White oak, strange sycamore

Back on the coast
Dudley’s micro carried me
back home that summer
It wouldn’t go over 60
And burnt a quart of oil on the way
We listened to the chilis
And he offered me a joint

Cassette player notebook
Leaves of grass
Gaffney peach
I wanted my granddad and grandma
to pick me up
We stayed at their house for a few days
I mean Dudley too

Another time I got stuck at a
friend’s house in charlotte
I slept in his sister’s bedroom
No headphones
It was much worse than that
Parents with their child in the home
Too intimate
We had a big breakfast but I
couldn’t eat it

A day late we got up and they
dropped me off near my house
At a kmart. I stood in the auto
section listening to stereos
Were you there
On a beach in long beach
staring at sharks my parents
Beginning to come home the
interstate jobs they had noise and work
My brain couldn’t function
Sterile lights dry dusty shelves
Ugly chrome and glass
I let myself go
I walked the rest of the way

One eyed man i would later meet
at the waffle house was just
beginning his night shift job
making fiberglass insulation at the
Manville factory
I wonder if he already felt the
loss of his i
I wondered
If he would let go that easily
When his lungs a few years later
would let go

Remember you were grossed out
and couldn’t eat when you saw it

I went to write my famous novel
In the church of all saints

30 Jan 2015, 2:48pm
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Tiberius the great

Nickel and glue
Zinc, turpentine
Wood and rosewater
In love these things are so
common and rare
Exotic metals are mixed together
inside your catalytic converter
To make the air safe
Tab A in slot B
Translating instruction manuals
for the human race

Captain James T. Kirk
Tiberius
Pioneer of the galaxy and shiny
showman in yellowgreengold and
green and showy shirts
Tamer of all worlds
What did your captain’s quarters
hold for you
Late at night
When you went to your bed and
stared up at the starry sky
What relics of us
Spacemen from an earlier day
Have you thought of us
Standing smoking in our big hats
and splendid day jackets
Scanning the heavens for news

We waited forever
We thought we would live to see it