brief
tshirt of arrested
abortionists
in MD

and the antwerp
pillars did spill forth
turks and armenians
onto the hydroplane
ferrying stuffed animals
to christmases past
beyond the Cotoletto Milano
to Kafe mit brot
go now
see if I care
I'm not human
you're human!
I pulled the bow back and let fly the arrow
reminded me of a thin tent pole
but gold
firing tent poles across
golden gate park
at Osaka Castle the
samurai shot at 180 metres
(2 football fields)
"can you hit that tree?"
Pain au Chocolate
and I forgot to take my pills
maybe that's why I feel so good today
that and not getting wasted last night?
oh shut up
your an idiot
"Interlopers!'
non retreivable
Ersamus
Is it the new year in France yet ?

maybe? ???

oh fuck france
its smells like cow shit

are you asleep
ya know AOL

you got AWOL!

K car Reliant
joey Buttafucco
Hal Leonard
the leonids
grasping at straws
Mercury
noh
noh
noh

noh
eye


noh eye
be leave




sex sex s ex



s ex


essex

surround sound
sourround sound
round sour midnight


slime
slimpsons
slarge

's large
es largo

you know how to whistle don't you Steve?

Rummy
Key East




baked
burped
and burnt
Tathagata
siri


Kundalini
Kahili


chrome os some

hermaphrodome
hermaphrodrone


landing in Iran

as it were
she said
we could meet in
the city
for dim sum

I'm floating
on my bed boat
sailing the ship to 'land of space sleep '
staring at nothingness
and
waking to dreams
running
now running

quantity is
a leopard
so many leopards
so many leotards
the breath of vapor
a frozen whisper
i'm sand bound
and the arrow points
at the ground
earth bound
with
property lines
and
fixtures
we trimmed the hedge
and hedge the trim
baked alaska
and calling all cars
be on the lookout
tan late model sedan
driven by a giant arachnid

by the 7-11 an old woman
was wrapped in a silk shroud
she was still kicking when two skateboarders
cut her out with a piece of broken glass
"this shit's sticky."

SHE WAS VERY EMBARRASSED
but grateful

down
down the days
of depth
deep
deep into the steps
my eyes!
he cried
but they were gone
deep deep
she said
oh my head
send me
send me
away I'm hopeless
cry
cry
cry me a tennis racket
and build me an air conditioner
or a swamp cooler
ah thermal comfort
so well
behaved

Barnabus McCleveland stole a saber
from the back of Ivory Cliffs mercantile
hid it down his pant leg and strolled out
outside he bolted for the wharf
his ship was set to sail at 8 bells

futz
flux
frugs
flegs
flogs
no more f's


what time is it?
I wanna watch tv
shut up

i need a drink
WHISKEY!
okay

let's go

nah

I'm hungry
OMG

put that thing away for two fucking seconds
really you're pathetic


haha
okay
have you seen my shoe?

why don't you paint anymore?

jumping jacks
are
spitting candy at the ledge of death
cradling a crow
and calling
for TV stars
we're only human
but we shop
and wear stupid clothes

jeopardized
by a test
of again, imbalance,
and who fed the fish
but footsteps in
the Tyre
and realizing nothing
no realization
just a bump
a noise
the sound of people talking
loudly
somewhere
and waking to the sound of a container
ship bellowing
in the next state
Nevada?
fuck that
anyway
it's belligerent
belligernet
the street
I'm pretending it's morning
so I can go buy a cup of coffee

drake
the bays
foregoing
estuarial
actualizations
and a mallard like Margie
worried about money
all for a little bit of money

hightail
the
invisible
\\\\\\\\
freak out
|||||||||||
bury the stone
somewhere near the hatchet
///////////////////////////
speak when spoken to
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
and never, ever
well, never mind.

Clayton Befurcacio took the pistol out of the drawer. It was wrapped in an old cloth. He oiled the chamber, wiped it clean and ran the brush down the barrel. Loaded, it felt good. Heavy. He put the gun in the pocket of his coat and went out.
As he came around the corner he saw old Mrs. Lefkowitz. She had always been a nice woman. Kind and happy. He said hello to her and then turned and shot her dead. She fell on to the sidewalk and her blood spread across the concrete and into the gutter.
Clayton ran down the street and turned down the alley, got into his car and headed for the beach. He liked living in a beach community and the weather was beautiful for late December.

failure to communicate
that's what we have here
"I've got idiots on my team
they're not going to rob us going down
the hill because we don't have the money yet"
no es nuestros
si es nosotros
I won't backslide, boss
taking it off here
take it off dragline
the man with no eyes

444 posts
now 445
I wonder what is at
444 Post St
I'll google it

I've forgotten the better side of me
but I can smell the ocean
AND i have a cup of coffee
its ok really
maybe I'll buy some stuff for the house and
fix it up a little
not working sure is nice
I don't like who I am at work

cremated again
birthing the unborn through the
telephone
land mine
land line
I betray
the phalanx and pursue the
perennial
in awe of mercantile decisions
irrevocably causing a change
of apartments
baiting the hook, as it were
and a drawer with socks

Somehow life is intruding on my fantasy. fucking life.

a physical memory is
rooted in the parochial
we stand
we sit
we moan
we yawn
we kick the leaves and
think we are a child again
somewhere in the distance
a dog barks

as for the man in the corolla
I couldn't say
I leaned over the mailbox
and spilled my Irish breakfast tea
fuck!

on the mirror of St. Paul frost
down the pikey
down doown the river Pikey
with pelts, beaver, and sorghum
he said he had a turtle shell
terrapin
but I didn't want to buy an Indian's teeth
and I was left shoeless a hundred miles from anywhere
RUN for fuck's sake
We will kill you if we see you again
but the sunlight feels good

ah
Tra la lee
Tra la lee
I'm dancing
in the moonlit night
but it's a spare the air day
So I guess a bonfire is out
stupid crescent moon
looking so god damn eternal
fuck you moon
haha
I'm not drunk you're drunk
I'm not as think as you drunk Iam
in the bosom of our nation
like the water pipes are made of lead
and centurions are scratching their sandaled feet
burnt and and stoned
smoking some shit ass kine bud
and wanting to kill a few Gauls
just for a good work out
we'll pour over the topo maps
in our LL Bean finery
smiling and applying sunblock
trying to decide which gadgets we should
bring with us
but old Tom only has his hammock and two burritos
and his pipe of many colors
I'm just now getting used to the idea

Or,
if not we could always pack it up
and head to
Laurel lake
past the great granite
views
captured on my timex watch
conferring with an unspoken agreement
that tomorrow's regrets will not be today's deeds
or something like that.

The Unfurling of The Furrow by Lou Ferrigno

in unmatched cadence
with a whiskey sour
a plaintive cry
in the woods
throwing lime in the pit
and saying a few words
for a dead bassinet

el Presidente
arrived in flurry of shaded
dark coats
at the
Hilton San Juan
earlier in the day
a street sweeper had been beaten
for leaving a dust bin near
the swimming pool
in the kitchen
the cooks
were involved in a laborious seventeen course meal preparation
for seven hundred guests
half of whom would be too drunk
to
remember what they had eaten
at the garrison Christoforo was polishing his boots

and the invoices scattered
belligerently across
his wooden desk
and on the floor a coke can tipped
and spilled
while fingers at the keyboard
flashing on lit keys
with
zaps of lightning
and a head dizzy with
prescription
blood pressure medicines
ah the fate the beautiful fate
of strangers
but it was time for a coffee break

if, for instance,
you were holding
an Italian Fucile di FanteriaModello 91/38
near Dealey Plaza
and you saw a man with an open
umbrella on a sunny day
who would you shoot?
the President?

as for the post
I've had it.
" "
I'm breathing here
I'm BREATHING here
and how was your day?

the coal bin on his head
a broken rim shot
driving to the back court
with smelly tennis shoes

i've forgotten more than I ever learned

undeterred errant knave
besodden
beswayed
betrothed
defrocked
unembarrassed
breathing freely
in the sky
waiting as wait
watches
erstwhile unconditional
absurdities
renounced by resuscitated
religions

an old sign for Gibson tractor in a barn in California

careening blows

mitigated by a parking sign
overturned car
fast walking woman
tomato on an everything bagel
one less fixie
the Kirkwood weather report
an old sign for Gibson tractor in a barn in California
the self check out aisle
the rear end of a very large fat woman
"of course I'm not indecisive"
after my father started losing his memory
he started putting things on the road next
to a hand painted sign that said
FREE STUFF

???/

Across the Marsh Siegfreid could see shapes moving in the early light.
He put the binoculars back in their case and stretched out.
"RUDY- where's the fucking coffee?!"

fried

burned

crisp

red

neck

and
worn
jeans
washing
and hanging the laundry
out to dry

there was a

notable absence

anshluss ferengi
a day of notable
what me worry-isms
as a million people just like
me purchase
plastic for my hair
plastic for my car
plastic for my teeth
plastic for my brain

in a sea of plastic pieces
a hundred million empty
bottles of coca cola
floating in the sea
swimming

As the first light of the day came up over the marsh Siegfreid adjusted his rifle and and looked through the binoculars.
"Rudy, make coffee."
"Yes Cap'n."

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The healing power of public ass grinding

Sunny sunny day
O beautiful December!

containment. Surely that was the answer.
what the question was though escaped him
maybe that was the question - containing what escaped.
escaping from what contained?
clearly the two were inextricable
escape
contain
escape
contain
einhorn and
finkle
maybe this was a wormhole
but again how could he escape the wormhole?
escape
contain
the event horizon
the second law of thermodynamics
even some particles escape the gravity of
a black hole

perusal of recombinant metamorphasii
inherent in unpredicated transitory
de-evolutionary ambiguities
- such was the content of his days
flailing about, writing poetry in his head
while trying to fall asleep
(after hours of self induced insomnia)
Why,he thought,could he not be more like Robert Frost?
although, he had heard, he was afflicted with a
compulsive disorder that involved fence posts
and fudge marble ice cream.

as such she was not interested
in anything remotely
having to do with a
scenario involving an unlikely chance
at inordinate unobfuscated derivatives.
Under a cold cup of coffee was a note from her housemate
about the recycling.

and the confusion hammered down
like a Nick Cave chorus
on a mixed tape

to leave
let the
air
out
grasp a sense
of
fuck it
and where the wind blows
but BABY EAT!
and LION EAT!

and work the sandwich bored

but time needs construction time
and sleep needs construction sleep

and I'm working
in the fog of my left brain existence