Sunday, January 31, 2016






stone 
river 
dry 
    thoughts
        steering the cart 
to the whores
                          a cobbleheaded 
    path 
   through 
            the shadows
      lean on the building 
                           lean on the slabs of meat
                               casings 
                                 of gunfire
                    and warm bodies
                the scenery is delightful
           take a picture 
                                                                      here is where the president slipped a disc
    here is the eternal comedian 
         I can make you cry
tears of joy 
                     have you seen the twitter feed
                           kanye west is still a jackass
                      lead a child to ...
 ...there is no future like no future 
                         the blessing and the pyramids are still 
in Central America
                  where is the ayahuasca, Captain Jones?
           I can build it 
 do you hear it?
                   the sound of one hammer
                         obviously it was aliens 
         responsible for 9/11
                    jet steel doesn't melt fuel beams ? 
                  see the evidence! 
                               how can anyone 
be so blind 
     pikers they call them 
     contrails for Obama
                            we are starving 
            we are dying
               we are being killed 
                         oh i don't know about any of that...
lets take the day off 
              we can see a movie 
              relax 
                      taking a fucking load off
 
   
   

Saturday, January 30, 2016










the stormy brine 
the swaggard steps
 the wanted man
                                don't stop believing!
                          just be yourself
                                              get out of the way 
the morose besties
haha (laugh)
   turn on a dime 
                           the scenic path to personality change 
                                        see? 
that's the fucked up part
                       there's always more 
the wayfarer 
    the aviator 
                     the beachcomber 
                                   the Italian movie star
      the lost highwayman
        the Serengetti 
wait where is this going
                      gazelles and wildebeests not wanted here
               see 
            the alleyway 
                   where you found gold
                el dorado de colorado 
         sierra mountains 
    is redundant 
                 still no direction 
    back it up 
    a little to the left
          I need some new shirts

                 
 
                






once upon a fucking motherfucker



i heard nepalese radio



 

Thursday, January 28, 2016





Bill Owens' book Suburbia
 Bill was a photographer for The Independent and Tri-Valley Herald newspapers in the Livermore valley. He applied for and received a Guggenheim grant to produce a photography book about the culture of the suburbia. He put a classified ad in the paper asking for people who wanted to be photographed in their home. 










Wednesday, January 27, 2016

braggadocio
      metamorphosis
                                   the steam bot 
                 centaur 
centaur 
centaur 
      so what 
      stay here 
                 there is no milk in the fridge 
non sequin
non sequin 
non sequin
    
    shiny 
bright 
obama 
 hey now 
                                  I'm drinking coffee
     I did not make pancakes this morning 
      shiny
shine 
shine
  its a beautiful day
GET OUT OF THE HOUSE
laying in bed drinking coffee 
with the computer on my chest 

sequitir 
sequitir 
  seq....
   
 








there was paper
strewn
there was a moment
there was a t shirt
              the floor is swaying
       the eye is buzzing
       the sound is not known
                                                believe the mosquito
                                                its your blood he wants
                                                                                          waistrel painting
demo the silence 
                        a centrifuge 
 a thousand centrifuges 
                   its beer week in Iran
                         we follow
    we deride the thought
        we spend the thought
                   we thought we knew
 how to live
          we awaken to the same worries
thrift store stoner
Iran is a big country
what would the world be like if we didn't think GOD
thank god we'll never know 
it's like death
only the living know it



rudy have you seen the paper
        dont call me rudy
well, you're rude wheres the paper
  its in your ass
      see rude oh fuck it i'll look for it
  look for it in your ass
      weatherman said its going to rain rude boy
  i don't care
    do you like sun rudy
fucking hate it
    do you like green grass
its a pox
      do you like drugs
   fucking love them
    have you seen the paper
         i've got the shits read that
  where are my glasses
shut up
     (doorbell)
oh fuck who's that
   
( Aunt Mae walks in)
 (rude boy leaves)
Arthur are you taking your pills
  yes aunt mae
   good i worry about you
don't WORRY about me everything is ok
  is the rent paid
yes
 did you see the doctor
yes
 did you find your glasses
no not yet
your mother's being moved to a different facility on tuesday

she's doing much better

(rudy in other room) fucking twat
( aunt mae turns to say something, doesn't, turns back)
you should come see her at the new facility heres the address

well i have to run off i'm meeting Dr. West at the cannery
have a lovely time aunt mae
(rudy in other room) fucking twat
Oh my really!!
(aunt mae leaves)

Haha she gave me money
call juan
FUCKING TWAT !

  


there were barriers
 the earth was torn up 
the sky bleary with smoke
no one can 
sleep in that 
           we threw cans at them 
     the hated 
         but they threw them back 
twice as hard
                        so we killed them 
it was easy 
and they had it coming 
we had to protect what was ours
didn't we
 I'd do it again 
  in a fucking heartbeat
                  but they are human 
just like me 
     I'm no saint 
but fuck them 
 it's just not able to go on like that anyway, right 
   we'll bulldoze their fucking homes
         they would kill us if they had a chance
                     so there's that 


 

Tuesday, January 26, 2016







don't step on that snake
    don't get bit by a British snake
this snake likes tea but not yours
  cut me up cut you down
new world snakes bite harder
who's a dead snake now (not us!)

- various colonial phrases workshopped before "Don't tread on me"


there was no obfuscating
and she had waited in line
all that time





her hands were pomegranates
literally
something had gone horribly wrong
Oklahoma librarians
do it
in a literary dust bowl
bumper sticker
    on route 70
84 Tercel
   with a ski rack
  

Monday, January 25, 2016

















some guy sleeping..
more 























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there could
be no 
more
 in the 
hopper
 in the till 
  there could be no
more
 in the 
fucked up 
sentences
that you think 
are coherent thoughts
 there could be no more 
of so much stupidity 
 and 
there could 
be something else entirely 
but there isn't so what get used to it ?
I guess I was used to something else 
but that's gone
or there could be no more
of all that 
whatever that is 
what is that 
what ?
 
 
 

Sunday, January 24, 2016











de-raggled
   & frug tugged
   around the
    meso-
zoic
        i spy
       and spew
   blow chunks
       so gross
   trugged
     and frugged
    flooped
and scrittered
     taped
   the nieve
                Puta nevada!
   estoy nieviendo?
     eskimo talk?
s' no
      the pescadero GOAT farm
greatest of all time
 green green grass
    this too shall pass
  the Doo-Arts took back
 the heirloom bean farm
such beautiful beans
frugged
 & truggled
   






cast-
- cats
   - freaking out


 about nothing 
   nothing anyway 

                                                                     it's the dollar store of emotions 

time to get away 



you could clean up this van and have a nice road trip 
         

       say it again 
 oh what time to tell how 
this is the season of what 
no it's 

   No more time to tell how
This is the season of what

     green ivy 
 and black 
            bony fingers 
    point to eternity 
   right emily? 

no the horses head 

 the roof was scarcely visible - 
the cornice - in the ground -
                                  
            Ben Keith playing dobro 

        


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Monday, January 18, 2016

playa de los muertos
 down the beach
  from the construction hell that
 is del carmen
    the quintana roo
(roh-oh)
but we say roo like
 Winnie 
    where the guns went off
carmen, that is
      little bookstore in los muertos
 the dead have much reading to do
    along with iguanas
 guarding the short doored buildings
  at Tulum
  
 
Thor - the mighty
   Hammer
                      the bridge too far
waiting to see
                                                        touch your nose and then touch my finger
"You're a ticking time bomb."
   
   WE WANT TO SCAN YOUR BRAIN
                            I'm gonna make some burdock root tea
                                               with lemon and
                                                                               brown sugar
We could make paladium prints
    on road maps
                  Not sure if that helps vertigo
                                could be a cerebral hemmorhage
                                                                           or arterial blockage

        My doctor has dress pattern collages
    like overhead maps
framed on the wall
                       her husband made them
                                                                         I wonder if he's
                                                         a ticking time bomb too



 


 

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glommed on 
waited 
and warted 
                flaccid 
 ferrules of order
    damn the gavel 
          on the gravel
                                 your navel is showing 
 my navy? 
     used to be in the old navy 
          now im in the gap
     socked in da mouf
     by a big rat 
                        oopf
        scurry village 
    i wantee
         oh joe-semite
       so magnifpopolis
     stunkin 
  the sentinel
                     seems a long ways to go 
  john the muir 
        walked a long way 
                but it was worth it





ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß
 


option f
 option a
 option s
        save it
 and get the fuck out
                               option fuck it
            option who the fuck are you
   option go fuck yourself
          option calm down
these computers really do everything now
these computers




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ah the serendipitous
excretions
    benign tumors
                in the lungs
                   satellite stars
                           rain
                       beating against the windshield
        what does that have to do with anything
  driving hard
  in a rainstorm
          the seatbelt is not working
          they broke in and spread all that junk
                                             around the back of the van
I think they stole my screwdriver
                                     she got pistol whipped years ago
                                                   in Las Vegas
she gave me a couple valiums
                             he threw the omelette down
 and some money and
  walked out of New York
       truffle omelet it was
 at West
               

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acktung
         morbid
                             and de-sensitized
                                  the truculent
the truckfecta
      the truth
         see it
 hear it
 smell it
                        say something
                               something    
something
something
  trident missile gum
        stewed tomatoes
 cerebral function
      the sez
          says
           Suez again
      chop suez
     here we go again
       whilst
      lunching
at a luncheonette
               stop the Salem filters
   stand tall
        doctor's orders
        

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some castle stance
                                          egged on by believers
the fragments
 the longing
 the supplicating
 is that a word
                     the pustules
   the eradication
the virus
the weasels
 the sign
the bullet holes
   free association
free love
 free hippies
you clean em
     the mud tracks
   the high winded bird walker
  whats that
     whats that
  the sloppy
   joes
      yuck
           taco seasoning
                    stuffed peppers
smell bad
           yuck
bereft of
  bereftness
   blimey
west of the pecos
east of java
 sound of light
    heights and shakers
          nothing
nothing
nothing 
  


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o dear people
dear sad scumfaced
people
          fox populi
                                         sanctum deus sanctum
these stone steps
                                                 hurt my fucking feet
look at that guy 
behind the wall sitting outside with a blanket
         its like seeing a fucking bald eagle
        my leg hurts
                    you could buy a fucked up folded paper flower for a dollar
                           these kids do origami
    between killing people
   and taking heroin
                         and now there are coyotes eating
     magic mushrooms
   and attacking cars at stinson
                                     attacking cars
                                  yes

                                 all the tents have to go
      a little rain
 won't hurt the homeless
        there are shelters
they don't get help the wiener said
                                                             who said anything about bulldozing the homeless
     pox voculi
  
 
 
         
    
    









vertigo 

spinning 
     yes  spinning 
                   stumbling
 whipped
  wupped 
     warped
ssssick feelllllling
  bppv 
       or TIA? 
or Labyrinthitis- David Bowie 
death tie -in
I guess?
stapes 
high on
cokelea?
no,
gondolier on the
vestibular canal
spinning in semicircular ducts
utricle down theory
balance organs
  fugging hill
       meclizine = dramamine
how can that heal me 
oh well
           housemate store run 
(are you here)
                texts 
    and vibers to france 
   walking like on 
the rolling deck of a ship at sea
   blood pressured 
                            one hundred and something 
        I'm going to fucking die here
        arterial blockage?
          fucking hell
                      take the pills 
 when in doubt take the pills 
                     okay calming down 
        get some soup 
                     tomato soup with basil 
not bad 
                    blood pressure 
 is twenty to thirty degrees lower at pharmacy machine 
 stupid thing 
             damn still feel 
 shaky but 
 can function 
                         fuck

                   
                  

Sunday, January 17, 2016
















Kleister
there is a brau
 bro bot
            schlomo bot
  buying uberball tickets
 
by the thousands
             up
     (umlaut please)
˚ what
oh fahrenheit hitler
åxum body spray
  for the
       goddam turn that shit off
   revelations
 behold herr Kumquat®

makes the day pay with whitewater
               powder puff nose job
    eat the sandwich L-L-Lloyd
fire the phrases
 back it up
back it up
     (uplaut)



   
    
raven headed 
             begat me knot 
 I purloined for the shory whores 
                             de stijl 
 in books 
  broken arrows 
        and julien bream dreams 
          Argentina 
          Argentina 
        Argentina

so what's the tab?
         

Friday, January 15, 2016










I DEFLECTED  
         SIGN 
                     BEWARE THE 
PI
       POST 
 ENVY - GREEN -NESS
                   BUT BUT BUT 
  SAY THE THING 
 THE THE THE 

   WE THE PURPLE
                             WE THE RIBALD
STOP 
     STOP 
 STOP 
                        IMPIRE\
                 CONTROL
       IN 
THE UNDERWEAR
      STEVE'S YOUR MAN 
                       SO SAY IT WITH 
                    SHECKEL 
             OR HALF SHECKEL
                     WHOSE TURN
IS 
   NOW 
        WHOSE ARM IS 
        BROKEN 
WHERE 
ARE THE ROBERT REDFORDS
            THE HALEY 
   COMETS 
         THE SIGN LANGUAGE 
THE WRITER 
                  DOWN BY THE OLD 
        DOWN WITH THE DESK
             RIGHT AS RAIN 
                               I DEFLECTED THE SIGH 
   IT'S 7:30 AM
the left stayed on the sidelines
in an apparent attempt to
stave off secondary meaning
 the core looked at the numbers
      and then ignored everything
        mountain dew was served
            in tumblers
 the kids were given vodka
        and Hershey's bars




there was no division
in central theory 
    the facts were anomalous 
   we righted the rain
 the simplicity of stasis 
 was nauseating at best 
   still 
                                                    the borders gave much to be desired 
        some flags were waived 
                                                            some asymptomatic intuitions ignored  
         three times three is still nine where I come from
                                 but you wouldn't know that from the looks we got 
             purple and red 
                             it reminded me of when you were reading that book in Paris
                             and I got mad and threw it out the window 
     so you jumped

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Tuesday, January 12, 2016











Self Portrait/Personal Income Tax Computation Change
©1992 D. Norris

Sunday, January 10, 2016

In pinstripe 
              prison clothes 
                       why are manhole covers round? 
so they can not fall in the hole



"Kennedy assassination and 9/11 conspiracy theorists are mere pikers compared to “chemtrail” buffs. You will rarely find a more virulently self-deluded group, anywhere."
-Dave Thomas 


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closely revealed 
     about the face
        shame really 
                snow business 
like 
          get the fuck outta here 
                         and again 
                   snow business 
   like a big FD 
    ah the weather 
ah the storm 
ah the sunshine 
 are you fucking kidding me?
  chemtrails misery
        stormed the castle 
 Benghazi 
Benghazi
Benghazi
  you are the problem 
      We The People 
   find these truths to be self evident 
     shutta you face 
        there's no business
   like show business
                   stop 
the music
     see 
   the face 
  revealed 
             hello
 
     

Friday, January 08, 2016

separatist 
                      binomials
restructured 
    by color
                          encased 
in 
   Power Man 
  graphics
                        Luke Cage  
battles the
Man-Thing 
    the divine 
 essence
   precludes 
    judgment 
    still only 25Ω≈ç∫˜µ≤≥¬˚∆˙©ƒ∂∂ßßåååß∂πøˆ¨¥†®®´´∑∑∑∑œ
 can't find the cents symbol 
     F*%#

Tuesday, January 05, 2016























something



like a thought

                                            some                           stupid 
  
     carelessness                                   

actually it's a fucking relief

        fuck that 



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some 
 slid 
      stay 
 the 
   cry 
      creep 
         you boxed 
           and 
                         what was that word 
                      requiem 
                threnody 
                            a stone 
                           wall 
                                      the Jesuits
                                                        aspired 
                                                          to make you 
          behave 
 again 
 with fists 
a blizzard 
     Mister Missed
                      you sat at the computer 
           sighed 
                 and drank 
                 the kool-aid
          but still you didn't believe 
 or die 
  it was just kool-aid 
and it was hot out

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Downward miracles 
   displayed 
    by the steps 
           across 
 riven
      and baldheaded phrases
    
                                there is no time like the present 
 behave 
 behave 
   and again 
           
                      drowned in torn $20 bills 
i'm losing it 
                       so fuck the rain 
    i've got two down comforters 
          but i'm almost out of cigarettes 
      
    
   
                                              

more crackers
3 am crackers
                                 feeling a little dizzy
still raining
                                  supposed to rain hard 
                          today
           January is when we get the most rain 
                         I looked it up
or was that when the temperature is the coldest?
 maybe both 
                     I should be in a sunnier climate 
                       not laying in bed watching movies
  and eating crackers

Babarians









Well,
it was very quiet at midnight 
    just the drips of rain 
               the window is open a little 
                                because I'm smoking 
then a car honked
what are they honking at at this hour?
        more drips
                                    like a drum kit falling down stairs 
I drank coffee
 and now I can't sleep 
                     I have the attention span of
                                        a something I don't know what 
something that doesn't have much 
                                  attention span 
haha
 spanning the globe 
                                the thrill of victory, 
etc., etc.

 
        
Time's swift 
                                  boatloads of bullshit 
          from a mountaintop 
                                   bombing the ocean 
help him help him 
               well 
 I can watch movies
   The Major can only be seen 
when he's not in 
             

Monday, January 04, 2016

I Think I Need a Drink

I think I need a drink.
Maybe 
a vodka tonic.



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Juicy Fruit
©2001 D. Norris
I foresee a great shadowing 
remarkable in the midst of
a brown scene of sliding figures
some are smiling 
there is no sunlight 
two trucks are parked by a coffeeshop
and the resonant frequency of a killdozer is humming too loud
two sets of twins are playing foursquare with an orange ball 
the coffee is not so good at the coffeeshop
 a bankrobber sits at the counter 
wondering how to pay the rent 
an old couple left a dollar tip 
  the bank robber decides to go to the movies
 but all that's playing is Wim Wenders











Sprayscience for the General
©2007 D.Norris







 Oh My Balls
©1999 D. Norris

destitute 
measurements 
of the future's bright and shiny face 
 a twig is growing 
out of your eye 
                                             you can see the shine on a waxed 72 Corvette
OR, 
you can ride bareback through Washington Sq park 
                    the shiny, shiny face 
                                                 now it's smiling 
it knows your address
                                                                 Where do I live?  
someday 
someday 
     on that back road 
            where there are trees 
    trees are cool