Tuesday, November 05, 2024

 A break in the kink

  The armor is gone
Tanks and jeeps like pine knots 
  Stewed tomatoes and wieners
    A raccoon hat and a sargeants stripes 
   A broken chipped arrowhead
   In the birches 
Near Big Sandy Opening
 You said let's watch TV
  So we woke the bear from his hibernation 
 You shot him from your hiding spot in the tree
"I ain't going back!"
No one asked.
 There's no mouse

Creeping around
While you try to sleep
You've warned him
But your threats can't compete 
With a warm house and piles of soft clothes 
"GET OUT!"
But nope

Monday, November 04, 2024




 

 ruthless caribou fortress

Embrace
A treetop sap hands
Old dryers in a forest 
Resting and rusting 
Miles from home 
A shoe in melted snow mud
Your sister's

Sunday, November 03, 2024







 









 

 Sunday morning

W a headache 
Hi Dee Ho 
Eating eggs and leftover potatoes 
W salt and pepper and Mexican cheese
And a giant glass of ice cold milk

Saturday, November 02, 2024

 I gambled all my money

On the Pistons
And I don't live anywhere near Detroit
I was born in Michigan but we all left soon after. 
We have a newspaper from the day I was born.
A three time loser was killed in an escape attempt at local hospital 
The same one I was born in 
I wonder if I'm the reincarnated three time loser?
Seems doubtful but who knows?

 I thought if could write lunch poems

I'd be a poet
A NYC poet on west 53rd st
Sitting in the back of a DeSoto
Hammering away at a typewriter
Clack clack clack

 I can't do it 

Write she said
About your feelings
About your life
About the sunshine when you wake up all groggy
She sounded like Bob Ross
But there's no happy trees by a happy lake

 The creature came from the dark

Purple eyes and nails like nails 
 "Sssssshhhhhhhhiiiusssssssss!"
It shiused!
"Say what?"
It ran back to dark and I went back to the tv.

Friday, November 01, 2024

 I'm

A mess mimmmmm

I ripped the cannonball mmmm
I tripped clementina 
On the banjos civil war blood

Stalemated and excised 
Like a Mike mmm
Mule named Mike 

Cornpone and greens
Yer mama said
Would do you okay

But gunshot blues
Blasted you from Pennsylvania 
And ummmmm you died
An honorable death