Monday, December 05, 2016

the kindness of the supermarket check out ladies
with a bah humbug hat
   like the grinch
       i'd slept most of the day away
   showered and dressed to buy
bacon and tortillas and shampoo
and tangerines
sweet small tangerines
  so easy to peel
    so good
      individual smiles of delight
          orange sunshine
tangerine sunshine juice
 i digress though
but this
   is all digression
      or is it?
   I'm running out now to buy a new car
  a Porsche
 with orange tangerines on it
      it drives across rivers of grapefruit juice
             but parking is a problem in my neighborhood

Thursday, December 01, 2016

on a Thursday afternoon
 some melancholy adroitness
      pondering construction sounds
         and rectangles of sunlight on the wall

to shower or not to shower?
- that's hardly a question
moving fingers
     eating falafil
         with an i
             there's no I in falafel
someone honking their truck horn
   sound of some machine- cutting- working- pounding

lettuce and red onion and dressing
  with falafil for lunch
time to go!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

1.Toaster Life

some tortured response
   the bride stripped bare 
          even in Philly 
       take a look 
                                                peek through the little hole
          she's holding a lantern 
                             near the waterfall
                                        but stop coughing
                     you smoke too much 
      thirteen and a half 
                     just do it the way it is
                        (I need to get out of bed)

2. Mesmerized Bye and Bye

street sweepers singing 
         Amy Winehouse 
    "I said no, no, no."
      I think you left your 
hiking boots in the car 
        but there's nothing there now 
            they stole everything 
                   You better move it or it WILL get towed 
                                       go buy some goat cheese 
                                     and we'll have lunch

3. The Ache of Patterson N.J.

twenty two shootings already this month
"That won't stop ME from going!"
                              this after the car got towed 
      - home of the american dream
-now a shit hole 
  - National Park in the middle 
    of what
 a mess 

Monday, November 21, 2016

  architecture of 
     dressed in prosaic gallahad-ness
       streaming live 
from the window 
 the birds are fighting 
in the pond
   tourists pedal by laughing 
   I watch the sunlight dapple on
the water surface wondering how when 
I am facing it

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

     stands over dying
         crying pink rainbows
        city of Exodus
         laughs as the
      feces pile up in escalator wells
            my brand new bmw
 has a bitchin tachometer
look at that
  new shoes too

Thursday, October 13, 2016

What is that world?
    how does that still exist?
like a decaying museum of my family 
      all that STUFF
   covered in dust and
dirt and mouse poop
   buried in the barn
       thirty forty years
and the sign my dad painted
  when he put things by the side of the road

Saturday, October 08, 2016

Ocean Beach and Cam's Vanagon (x-processed) ©2015

every twitch
  in a sound
breathing deeply moves like a creek
 full of water fluid running
downhill over branches from fallen
 trees decaying into the floor
 of the forest/earth
  evil baby twitches
behind her $200 sunglasses
 and says "Why don't they fucking
clean this trail?"

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Curated arc
      Thou mitigated
The syllabus-centric
      Didn't do the readings
          Asleep at the back of the
    Round and round
And spinning
  Like a dervish sotted
    Scrub antler
On the backyard fence
Can I borrow your notes
Or your pee-chee folder with
The doodles?

Babs & Pap ©1999 Oil, graphite, on canvas

Untitled © 2000 oil, newspaper, baseballs on wood panel

Sunday, September 25, 2016

the placated antiquarians
       dressed in blue and red
             steamboats bound for Uruguay
                  lost at sea, presumed dead

Antartic explorers steaming crustaceans
          smoking Tareytons and drinking Tang
                  looking out over the ice
                      find a survivor whose name is Chang

packed in wool crates
         bobbing on the sea
                drinking cans of 7-Up
                       somehow survived, now drinking hot tea

the newspaper is months old
              but he reads it again
                       the stories don't change
                                 and no mention of his friend