12 Jan 2015, 3:09pm

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Big outline

Time is beauty, cellophane
Nothing at all
A big walk around the lake to see moonlight
your friends are expecting you there
On the other side
With big umbrellas and happy speeches
Décolletage mirror ball
A dance in the hall at the friendly mansion
I guess
they will see you back to sleep
And you will see the grounds tomorrow

But I’m too close to it
I worry
I think I will just walk around the lake
and want to swim
To take a deep dive under the stars
With you
Why not
Because there is a path

Otherwise I don’t know what I am
Caveman in a brain
Rattling pots and pans
Bones building fires and cooking
Living fixing
Fucking. Not eating.
Just another silly monkey
Reading James Joyce in an outhouse

6 Jan 2015, 12:51pm

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Unanswered version

Where does life tumble from
Bodegas are fancy
Toothbrush and ocean
Another word for your choice, your life
Many things are happening
Which are meaningful
Even in the smallest context
Even Without chaos theory
What were a hummingbird
Or A butterfly
Simple symbols for complex meanings
I hate you
Belgrade, yugoslavia
Existing and not existing
Yet I love you at the same time
You’re so wrong, so right
So different and so fine
But life is no metaphor
No joke
I don’t laugh at you when I think about it
Or roll coins for a future deposit

2 Mar 2014, 8:35pm

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From the Archive:
Archeology (8)


Hammerhead shark tungsten wire
The crazy animals get born
And the world is a better place for them
More beautiful

Look I am here
Making a mobile for you
Where each minute goes
Under the next
And summer is as regular as autumn

This feeble minded January has given way to another February
And now March

Light’s angular momentum
Very scary

The bus now operating in daylight
The park open
Lighting everything


Could use some daylight
Leftover somebody
Genetic sequences turns twists take you under the licorice stand

Let us be taken


I correct you. It is wrong to spend 58 million dollars on hairspray
When so much of the world is underwater
When our own dalliances are cut short due to lack of funds

You just smile at me like you know something

Bartering rules
A better wisdom

It is no coincidence I think that people are mining for bitcoins in Japan

In the basement my son shows me a bitcoin
Very shiny


The world is a crazy desire
And a toothbrush
Touching all these artifacts so gently I don’t disturb anything

Wish I could touch you like that
Have me come and go

Have me leave coins all over your eyelids
Wake you when I want them back
Come back, you’re up already
Doing things for me now
The robot who loved me

We watched the Ian Fleming programme together
And I wanted you

Just like the first time
In San Francisco
Watching Virginia Woolf in your bed
I knew already what was wrong with me

23 Dec 2014, 1:56pm

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Noisy draft

Turning motors
Blue and drawn
Turing machine sits on the porch
My head
Sad music and punch drunk Sunday
Climbed all night
Up the day
Walking to work       my car
The doubts
Head phones on to you and my family
Not good
No good
Useless, abject
Little poem

15 Dec 2014, 8:55am

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Drinking Earl Grey tea and thinking about your vagina

Marigold blossom and jet inkstain
Dried cumstain
Dried cum becums you becomes me becomes becums
I am losing myself in the moment of this
Bildungsroman, this
Body is a nest, this your body
Thorny groin
My own warm moist mossy musk
Brings back to me
Hot flashes of the man kind
Important signals, atoms firing
Death of progress slowly happening
Especially when I orgasm
Body clearly on the decline now
But still suitable
I am tall enough
I am handsome enough

It must be that what I am
Brings back strings feathers twigs
Bric-a-brac back and forth to you
I am what I am
I am Flitting like a kite at your back
Pulling ribbons on a corset piercing
Tying you up
Watching me spank you calmly in a mirror
I brought a hairbrush but I think I will use my hand
I know this language of eroticism
But who is watching you really
There is a peephole in the room
Who is the important being we both serve

What is the octopus of the moment
Doing with all of its bright red tentacles
Even now

3 Dec 2014, 1:52pm

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Troublesome opus

And this gap bracelet
Cannot be cute
I want to put my fingers on you
In the morning
When the sun is out
December doesn’t feel like
December this week
It is warm and oh so different
With the leaves cleared
It could be summer
I could clear the leaves
And make it summer

I keep using words like want
And summer
Binoculars, dirt
I want to see further than I am seeing
Have seen
X-rays behind you
Back to the water
How much further can you go

You would like to look at me now
Cuz I am staring at your face

I am smiling

What is this day saying to you

1 Dec 2014, 2:45pm

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Non-entity #5

Where can I sleep
I’m taking a hammock with me to find out
On the plane
On the bus
On the boat
Can I sleep on a boat

My hammock is small, it fits in my suitcase
Even the tiniest carryon
I can spread it across a small space
I just lash the two ends around two posts
And voilà!
I get to sleep in my hammock
On a train also
I forgot that one

My hammock is green
What color is your hammock
Will you spread it beside me
Come on
There is nothing better than sleep in a hammock

Outdoors my hammock is best
It is better than any bed, cot or bedroll
I just pick it up and carry it with me
I can go hiking
I can sleep in the woods in my hammock

At night
I spread my hammock over the trail where I sleep
Right there
Will you bump into me if you go there

Then you can sleep in my hammock too

29 Nov 2014, 9:54am

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Gloss on the stuff

Berries were frisson
I wanted to eat them instead of the fries but
That is outdated
Do you understand

Degas put a newspaper
a matchstick holder and a rod
In a painting I hate
It’s called

Fingerpaint stretchmarks
The old benediction
Of skin where it stretches and creases

Pull it tight over you
Like a leash to a dog
I will be that dog

That is how we can paint
With blood and cum
And sweat and piss

And laughter
Very postmodern
Laughter after orgasmic distance

The scene is surreal
  twitch on my leg
Twitch and tickle my leg

28 Nov 2014, 2:43pm

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Preliminary Sketch

Praying for rain at the taco stand
At the night stand
After it has rained so much
I don’t belong in so much rain
It’s a four star walk from the five star
restaurant where I will eat
Where I will dress up accordingly
Season of dinner parties and layered tin foil
Evergreen lights and chips and napkins

I want a being who is more near to me than
this five sided tetragamatton
Who can understand the righteousness of love
Who fears only to be alone without love
That is my fear too

I don’t want to be the reason she has a conniption
Or folds towels in outer space
Or anything comes of the dark side

I’ve been to the dark side
It’s a big mess

Where does the universe end
With a bow tie and someone tying it on, or
Another someone unloosening that tie
Beside a table of room service
french fries on the side

19 Nov 2014, 11:16am

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Ezra Nehemiah Esther Job

Purple loincloth for a purple humongous giant clown
What would James Dean think about all this
Towering over the carnival like an alien god
An old abode of his
Right in the big mouth of the funhouse ride
Big lips
Big red tongue
The wacky laughing of the dead ghoulish corpse of James Dean

Big Zombie circus
Biblical James Dean

Been thinking about this popularity contest we’re having
The celebrity of things
The awful carnival
funhouse ticket
Crystal ball
The wheel
The wheel of fortune
Where the wild things are
The horror stays inside
The Big top lurkers pederasts
people of ill repute in general

And beside that everyone knows that clowns
Are scary

Alfred Hitchcock and a murder mystery
Mystery solved
Mayhem spooky
Behind the bushes
where he has the Actual murder occur
The Tennis player’s wife
Nondescript professional terrorist inspired malevolent face

That is a frightening character
Right out of a good novel

The killers are all difficult people to realize
It could be anyone

You me robert walker farley granger

Danny devito was in the remake
Throw momma
Throw momma from the train

That was a dumb comedy

But the better version, the original, was always there too

14 Nov 2014, 5:48pm

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Let’s listen to Deftones and fuck

Can you be someone I can have in the car beside me?
Can you put your feet up on the dash and play with your hair
while I drive somewhere far far away?


All those blown miles
I see thought-balloons over you
How are mine
Have you thought about it
Have you
Done it
A loud hiss when those balloons pop
The sharp teeth

Before nails
Before Wailing and Gnashing
There is another story
Call it biography or human nature
Call it So much to know
All the before and then and what now

It takes time to get to the bottom of it

Meanwhile, you could be in the car with me
Listening to Deftones

I could watch you
  Catch that sun on your legs
draw it in for me
  make me lose control of this
dangerous vehicle