Tuesday, February 28, 2017

be 
reft
      left 
swept 
the pictured plains 
 steep
these simple steps 
             cherish 
the day 
sans the tv 
           what?
I don't know 
   be 
reft 
cleft 
     crept 
 and carpooled 
       stage left 
   no your other left
             squabble 
   squabble 
     squabble 
           some say 
PASS THE GRAVY 
  it's all right 
                            alternative turkey 

Monday, February 27, 2017



Ah the 
non ready - 
        maids
   no, don't
 the assembled blag
            the lie that tells 
her suit
  hirsute?
    ugh 
 no, not Harry Lime
 old man 
       ya know they said 
about the cuckoo clocks 
                                        and 500 years of Democracy?
             Well, they come from Austria
  or was it the Black Forest?

   

   
carotid
 corroded 
     let's call the whole thing 
                                              off
   



pine needle   ache
rebuttal
  dark
 episodic
antilles
   an unseemly attempt to parrot your answers
 doubtful it were
 but nonetheless
effective
   pine cone remorse
 you hurt your fingers
 realistic
 but a band-aid
these were not the times
 you had in mind
 pine sap
stickiness
you got it on your sneakers
  guess again
 and then maybe not


Thursday, February 23, 2017

lifting 
the centrifugal 
ordnance
             time's destitute arrows
           spinning 
               the sweet distance of 
    waves and particles 
         it's not so uncertain 
     except when you try to look 
REALLY close- 
                                                         the observer affects the observed
   the tree in the forest?
  i don't know 
how do you read it?

     
   

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

stasis 
    repelled 
   the keyboard is 
                   dirty 
                      fingers 
 fingernails 
 eyes
          all set upon 
  the free world 
               we stab at vacations
    bleeding 
         for a corona 
                    shielding our hearts 
               no one is spared 
       except those 
 who revel 
in the crap
   one day they too 
   will remember 
 incorrectly 
or more likely 
just won't remember 
at all

Saturday, February 11, 2017

a semi vacant reprisal 
of what 
 the moon 
              full moon 
      it eclipsed earlier 
 they said 
        how does the moon eclipse at 4:44 pm?
 it wasn't even up until like 7 o'clock
                              that's some bullshit right there 
                                 that's what that is

Thursday, February 09, 2017

Punxsatawny saw his
shadow
   the bleak winter
         of
the bleak twitter
of our discontent
  malcontent
    six more weeks
ah,
if that were all
  we sit indoors
   rain
and snow
      sleeping with
bad dreams
        
   

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

fervent 
 busking 
             the whittled end of a sharp 
stick 
 a poke in the eye 
                   it seems 
             but it could be Mahler 
         or Stravinsky
 this song has no right or wrong 
    the side entrances are locked 
                                           we should be in the know 
                                            should is a strong word 
        for some 
but it doesn't stop us
       - we keep on 
  - we persist 
                    even though 
    we were warned -
    Fuck that loofa-faced 
shit gibbon!
  
   
           
breathe 
like flowers 
                  swimming 
             the south china sea 
                the wind is a military base 
                we eat pork buns 
                                        and read the packaging 
              being a lost soul
    has it's advantages
rain 

dripping 
                                                          have to move the car today   
                        there has to be 
                  but no 
 they ain't 
          drop them easy D trax 
                      gotta do them easy d taxes
   merde 
 as the french say 
              still 
        the rain 
    this ain't no nothing

Tuesday, February 07, 2017










Pierced!
    - egads-
wait
 now
 who stops traffic
like that
           -stupid
  
the breach
    configured elliptically 
                                       dressed in brown loafers
    standing in a puddle 
                                        reading the New Haven Record
 and munching on a Baby Ruth
                          said when I was in the Rangers 
                                               we swam olympic sized pools in full gear and pack
    but the shrine was still empty 
      too much rain 
the colorful days were written somewhere else 
 the bald headed buddhists
    were trying to sweep out the mud 
          from the temple 
             smiling 
       laughing 
falling in the water
I went back to the hotel 
                 for a drink