Tom Thumb's Ruse

Black Sun

2011-08-29T17:16:00.001-07:00

The ancient king of calamity sinks into the horizon
     his funeral pyre alight
          like some dark setting sun

The messenger is dispatched without a message
     over the barren landscape of infinity
          perhaps to find the edge

2011-08-29T16:47:00.000-07:00

All the bare Bacchantes in the naked river
     Weaving blooms of twilight behind the sun

Symbolize the female figure
      Reigning vague in vivid minds

A static fracas of havoc sublime
     Wild, sensitive, and supine

It is she who wrought remote omens with smoke
     and impaled faith to the world tree

And it is she who incised night with a benevolent finger
     And captured the fracted mask of oracle

The runes Man found hatching in the halflight
     Traced the shadow of her fertile figure

They trace them now and will much later
     Whether on leaves at dusk or on blank paper

2011-08-29T16:29:00.000-07:00

Between the ancient and the modern world
The fiend-filled forests
Swarmed with poets
Singing the glories
Of an epoch

God was born and died
Barbarian kingdoms were sacrificed to civilization
Man disintegrated into technological achievements
Manufactured remnants of empty empire

But

In the deep dark forests of the writhing universe
Demonic, fierce, and ceaseless
Man, dying
Faces rough rebirth

2011-08-16T15:30:00.000-07:00

Draped firmly by warm ivory
The matron and the kneeling girl
Grasp rich satins and press figures
While two servants search the cushions
For loose change and virginity

A tussle of landscapes
Sleeve, skirt, and gown collapse
White tapestries of the resurrected snake
Forsaken on the ground

Smooth volumes of nude glossy bodies
Suffused ache of subtle vanity
Pale christs of the gold flesh
With a sarcophagus for a crown

Damned
Exalted
The glowing goddess holds aloft her lamp
Deep tormented vistas of the ancient world made new
By sumptuous light of women's flesh

Aphrodite

2011-08-16T15:08:00.000-07:00

From the depths of the sea
She came
Enveloped in a shell
Marble draperies scraping
Gated edges of the
Baroque proscenium

The vault is opened
The angel, risen
Steps into the splayed chapel

The winds of heaven
Whipped by tritons
Collect white tons of marble
In clouds of sculptured gauze.

She was reaching towards the haze of light
When she fell into a series of visions:

a broken arrow

a bronze crown

monk's cloth

smooth flesh

fountains

feathers

The fire-tipped dart
Thrust into her bosom
Swoon of delight
Chest heaving

The remote mysteries of religion ascend
As rough voices bellow
Below opera boxes
Bursting forth from
Hidden windows in her side

Passion, pain in
Thin rivulets
Ripple across the stone surface
Of the monument

The smiling angel
Swooning back
Unmistakably a saint
Mingling in ecstasy

The bull, the girl, and the youth

2011-08-16T14:49:00.000-07:00

The bull.

The bull is near.

It may be that he is even a god.

The girl.

The girl has long, curly hair.

Wears silver cloth.

Walks like a mare on the slopes of Mount Ida.

The youth.

The bull called to the youth.

The youth came to the bull.

His thighs sleek and sinuous.

His arms wide, approached the sun.

The bull.

His horns.

Creamy white libations.

Brimming in a vessel.

The girl.

Her luscious back.

Her breasts.

Her neck, ankles, wrists.

Proud waist.

The youth.

His loins swelling robustly.

Grasped beautifully by the girl.

They move.

With vigor and elegance.

Free together.

The bull.

Pours his blood into the cup.

They drink it up.

2011-08-16T14:37:00.000-07:00

On a clear dark night

Amidst the din of nocturnal denizens

Under deep curtains of cypress vertiginous

Breathing green galaxies of mysterious leaves

The huddled outcast
drowned in drink
grins asleep
exploding stars

On red earth steeped in universe,
                                                music halls,
                                                             cafés,
                                                                    and bars.

2011-08-16T14:31:00.000-07:00

All hail the great bordellos
Slumped in slums of acid yellow

Prostitutes with tawdry haloes
Missioning on billiard tables

Spangled by febrile spectres
Who walk away as men again

Whirling torpid with the poison
That cures them of their nausea

Paul Klee and the Apple Tree

2011-08-09T14:42:00.001-07:00

Black shapes float in immaterial space
amoebalike over dark landscapes

From complex seeds the blossoms grow
From rings of time the colors flow

The rising sap from trunk and root
Fuse brushstrokes green and blue to fruit

An apple tree in bloom is sex and sun
with orgasmic accents of white and vermilion

2011-08-09T14:40:00.001-07:00

O men of sorrow - weary, grave -
brows brooding in the light of
doomsday's sudden dawn

Won't you kiss the puckered
lips of your lady, Miss Apocalypse?
She's been waiting far too long

The first horseman is pensive
The second, melancholy
The third and fourth are humble
And their steeds suffer from anxiety

So girt yourself bright bishop
Wield the tools of modern knowledge

Upon telescopic microscreens of
Cell phones sleak and psychic
Watch visions hatch like grass amidst
The omens of the yarrow
While dandelions swing like dreams
Weightless in the meadow

Through mirrors and flowing drapery
Lost bodies find their way
The last days of the world are just
The end of an age.

2011-08-09T14:39:00.001-07:00

Nature does not appear all at once
Or it takes an Octopus to embrace it.

The dynamic curving surface
Of the bodice of the Octopus
Fluid, open, and lively
Tentacles reaching out
Animated living volume
Of the vessel and its shape

2011-08-09T14:37:00.000-07:00

What there is is diminutive: there is no
monumental god of kings and men.

We were derived from sealife:
Abstract crosses,
Spiral scrolls,
Whorls,
Variations of elastic forms
Part of the wall of the vase.

2011-08-09T14:36:00.002-07:00

From the repaired palace at Knossos they seem to have ruled the island in an active trance
Led by a woamn who carried a snake -
A natural religion.
With masterful frescos of figurative art

As time went on, Man fashioned his gods in his own image and a civilization came to an end.

The tendency for formal religion and history increased.
Nature was destroyed.
Sacred places were revealed.

Flowers turned into stylized scrolls and fans
silhouetting dark forms upon a light ground.

Entwined arms released from the core
Embraced the silhouettes of dark abstract forms.

But the snake of Knossos stalks forward below the surface
Somehow still alive.

Thus,
Man represents himself ever more
in relation to the fallen goddess
watched and worshiped from aloft
slowly evolving through ancient art.

2011-08-09T14:36:00.000-07:00

Circling a year of rapid horror
The defenseless undulating dance
of peasants sweeping castles
And artists plowing farmlands
Presents a portrait of authentic power
Beyond the city gate.

That is now the difference
of growing observation:
The desire of a landscape
beyond death-black nothing.

Asa Nisi Masa II

2011-08-03T08:43:00.000-07:00

My blood gurgles billiard balls
Of regurgitated magma
To see her smiling seduction
Sit so soft under the skin.

She reads a book upon the beach
Beautiful on the towel
While men walk by and eye
Her curves, her innermost desires.

She reads on, brown eyes bright,
Concentrating and oblivious while
Her pores expand, her soul leaps out
In lusty foreign embraces.

One by one, and two by two
Unsated by anonymous faces
She flings her joy, the brilliant harlot,
Ten times between the pages.

And I, aroused beyond belief
By loss of my possession,
Reply to her calm question:
"Yes, I think it's time to eat."

Asa Nisi Masa

2011-08-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

Do not regret, my shy coquette
The peeled lace and corsette
Unclasped revealing waist
And breast - beads of sweat
By cool air grasped.

And do not forget, my mignonette
Our tangled brass and pearl
Collapsed, blessed with breath
Exhaled in moans, our skin
Exhumed from tombs of death.

Though I must confess, my blithe countess
I've fallen for your whims
And curls, the way you writhe
In flames unfurled over me
Or any other lover.

And do I now obsess, my smooth goddess
with viscous flanks of alphabette
To praise you for the sweet deceit
That brought me crazed, complete
To the curtains of your power?

An Alleyway in Darjeeling

2011-06-09T20:53:00.000-07:00

Breathe deep the steep streets
And drink of our fable
The red wine of raw meat
With a tattered old label
The meat hangs rose-wilted
Condensed on the hooks
And the dust all collected
From yellow-paged books
Settles each crevice
And coats all façades -
The remnants of ancient
And distempered gods

Upon two tin tables
Butchers gamble in pairs
While a white cat ambles
Like dice down the stairs
We sip and we savour
The sweet fumes with relish
Then sift through the ruins of
What's left of what's left us
We're uncorked and trammeled
With nothing to speak
And the white cat leaves paw prints
On the swinging red meat

Tangerine Poem

2011-03-10T18:29:00.000-08:00

Oh it's easy to see my future
Its that orange orb of tangerine
Sitting atop the countertop

And it's easy to see the past
peeled off in fragments
of fragrant fuming fruit skin

And if the present is that juice
Trickling down my chin
Never tasted but still somehow so succulent

Then what is the sweetness
I am eating?
What is the sweetness?
I am eating.

Death Poems

2011-02-04T18:30:00.000-08:00

Death Poem #1

Come get your death
in the Great Northwest

Come breath the trees and fill your chest
with the deathly green of the great Northwest

Go walk the forest amidst salty white fog
slinking in from the ocean

Find the tall mossy alders
the pines pitched like spires
the fir asleep with sap

And the hunks of trunk lying heavy set and wet
left like some primevil femur
from a galloping mammoth collapsed

Death Poem #2 (or why Athenians have thin thighs)

There is no place
to sit
in the depths
of death

All is cold

All is wet

And if you value your thighs
Don't rest too long
Before you arise

Death Poem #3 (or, My grandmother was a bird ((For Vardaman)) )

With death and plumes
her last breath
perfumes the room

Moon Poem

2010-11-23T17:13:00.000-08:00

Spread some jelly on
that numinous
luminous
moon

How to defeat a poem

2010-11-13T19:11:00.000-08:00

To defeat a poem
The grass along the path
Must be tall and yellow

Sky can shake
Sea can yearn
Sand can sift
Driftwood, return
Waves can crash
Winds can bellow
But the grass along the path
Must be tall and yellow

Men can fish
Boats turn over
Feet can walk
In leather loafers

A girl can kiss

The lips of her fellow

But the grass along the path

Must be tall and yellow

Clouds can cover

Sun can shine

Fish can swim

Birds can fly

Tide can be deep
Or can be shallow
But the grass along the path
Must be tall and yellow

Ear can hear
Eye can sight
Mouth can speak
Pen can write
Mind can think
Or lie fallow

But if ever you wish to defeat a poem
The grass along the path
Must be tall and yellow

An ear of corn in silence reaped

2010-11-13T18:42:00.000-08:00

To yield to sleep and wakefulness -
An ear of corn reaped in silence
By those who know they are thrice born
Wear tattered clothes but shirk the thorns

They teach the way of light to men
Who, failing, leap at once again
Into unfailing darkness

Or, finding what they wish to keep
Cease to remember or repeat
And yield to wakefulness and sleep -
An ear of corn in silence reaped

Grackle Poem #2 (Or, On Coming to an Understanding of Kafka's "The Silence of the Sirens")

2010-11-13T18:00:00.000-08:00

I saw the Grackle as the Grackle saw me
While it perched in the purple of a cherry tree

It gawked.
   My soul stopped.
   But I continued to walk.

It watched -

  scraggled plumes

   gripping claws

   beak black

open
   awed

Tempered Poem

2010-11-13T17:52:00.000-08:00

With my tongue

I exalt -

Sea suns! and salt!

Four Rests

2010-11-13T17:49:00.000-08:00

Fir.

Moss.

Leaves.

Rot.

Smoking Poems

2010-10-18T19:46:00.000-07:00

1)

When staying in someone else's dilapidated mobile home
There are no qualms
About ashing your spliff on the ground
In whichever room you happen to be in.

And no matter where you are
There is absolutely no concern you could have
While sitting and watching the smoke
Rise thick and curl in infinite variety
From just beyond your fingertips

2)

Between lines
Write notes
Between breaths
Watch smoke

Prayer Poem (For D.H.)

2010-10-09T16:49:00.000-07:00

Oh Lord!
Bless us and keep us.
Keep us from engaging in petty, sentimental love
and binding, fixated hate.
Keep us from the clinging will of the ego
and from the shackles of ideals.
Let us confront the power of the Holy Ghost,
And may the Holy Ghost bless us with its power
So that we may be more vitally alive.
And Lord,
May we make peace with your trickery,
And forgive your son.
Amen.

Political Poem

2010-10-09T16:37:00.000-07:00

If there is Democracy in your soul
You are dead:
A giant vat of inertia pudding
No one getting anywhere
without preventing anything from happening.

If there is Socialism in your soul
You are sleeping:
A babe between the bosoms of the collective
Everyone is empty
Unless they are all chopping the same piece of wood

If there is a dictator leading the soul
You are doomed:
Another Ahab rushing onward
Seeking your own dark destruction
Through that of the Other

If there is Anarchy in your soul
You are wretched:
A ship tossing between the waves
Everyone is active and alive
But no one sees a sunny day

If there is Aristocracy in your soul
You are awake:
A creature crouched in the woods
A whole hierarchy engaged and functional
Unless the king is an idiot

And if the king be an idiot
Down with him!
Through bloody strife and war
Down with him!
Until there arises another
A greater leader of the soul

Metaphor Poem

2010-10-09T16:12:00.000-07:00

"At maturity
most pine cones open
under the heat of the sun
and liberate their seeds;
a few pines, however,
rarely open their cones
except under the heat
of a forest fire."

Decomposing Poems

2010-10-09T16:07:00.001-07:00

1)

Old leaves
Dying slow
Brown, deep
Green grows

2)

Slow death
Brown leaves
Underneath
Life seethes

Honey Poem #3

2010-10-09T14:38:00.000-07:00

Here, This is your jar of honey
Well, it's not yours, really, but take it
Keep it warm with closeness
Tend for it
Don't drop it, don't break it, don't let it crack
And don't ever give it to anyone else
Ever!
And you are not to dip into it either
You are not to get your fingers sticky with it
You are just to keep it, tend for it
But, maybe one day, if you are making some serious toast
You can have a spoonful

3 Steps to Expand Your Personal Power (for Men)

2010-10-09T14:29:00.000-07:00

One. Learn to control your hard-ons.

Two. Practice rapid masturbation.

Three. When a disagreement arises in conversation, slap them with a fistful of jism.

Slug Poems

2010-10-09T14:19:00.000-07:00

1)

How long!
The slug goes on
Groaning slow with
Mucus-moaning motion
Leaving clasps of
Wet molasses mass strung
Between dead leaves
Rot, dew drops, and grass

Naked thick skin
Expands contracts
Reaches foggy blind
Into boundless onward frontier
Exposed, bare
Oh slug, intrepid!
May you make it to your destination

2)

So wet
So slow
Slug goes
goes, goes...

Sunflower Poems

2010-10-09T14:09:00.000-07:00

Arise Sunflower!

Replace your namesake

Under drizzle and clouds

Shine, polinate

2) (For William Blake)

Ah! Sunflower

Full of silent radiance

And dark pollen envy

Would you be like the sun?

To shine for it on cloudy days?

No, for you are wary

That the sun renews its energy

By your dark, stark, envy

Pine Tree Poems

2010-09-11T20:37:00.000-07:00

#1

The great pine rises
gives a mossy yawn
the sun entrenched
in each green inch
long arms reach for the dawn

#2

Through Aeons of mossy yawns
In sun, in moon, in rain
The Great Pine rises

#3 (For H.D.)

Oh pines!
Grown your great green beards
Grow them slow and gnomy
Let us sit and ponder
Upon your mossy lawns

#4

Years of green beards
Branches with a lawn
Pine tree rises
Gives a mossy yawn

Leaf Poem

2010-09-11T20:32:00.001-07:00

Cling green
Fall yellow
Lie red
Die brown

D.H. Lawrence Poem

2010-09-11T20:31:00.000-07:00

Yes you, D.H.

But stay away, Lawrence!

I'll take D.H.

But not you, Lawrence!

Grasshopper Poem

2010-09-01T22:33:00.000-07:00

Green grasshopper

Grey dirt

Grey grasshopper

Green chirp

Woe Indeed! (For Ts'ao Chih)

2010-09-01T22:30:00.000-07:00

Woe indeed!
Oh tumbleweed
Who in your youth
Are still at root...

Why wait 'till your old
To see the world?

Driving Poem

2010-09-01T22:21:00.000-07:00

Sun rise

Side mirror

Tired eyes

Now clearer

Mountain Poem Question

2010-07-18T11:14:00.000-07:00

Rumbled roll

Mountain side

Thunderstorm

Or landslide?

Two Variations of a Poem While Sitting in a Car at the North Crestone Trailhead in Crestone, Colorado

2010-07-18T10:59:00.000-07:00

1)

Forest trail
Mountain breeze
Shake off the dust -
Aspen trees!

2)

Wind blows
Forest trail
Aspen trees
Shake off the dust

Three Poems From Lost Creek Ranch, Mt. Princeton, Colorado

2010-07-18T10:50:00.000-07:00

1)

Green moss
Lost creek
Wet rocks
Cold feet

2)

Mountain top
White snow
Seasons change
Water flows

3)

Across log
Scramble ants
Over creek
Into pants

Hummingbird Poem

2010-07-18T10:48:00.000-07:00

Sugar water
Wings blur
Fierce chirps
Humming birds

Woodpecker Poem

2010-07-18T10:44:00.001-07:00

Sending a telegraph through the trees,
The Woodpecker asks for rain.

Appendix to "Menu Poem" (or, Immature Poem)

2010-07-05T10:47:00.000-07:00

I could not hold my laughter
When I tried to order
Mam's Special Gang Prik

Menu Poem

2010-07-04T11:06:00.000-07:00

Mam's Special Gabee Beef Curry
Po Tak Seafood
Mam's Special Keow Wan Beef Curry
Mam's Special Gang Prik
Nuer Ob
Pad Prik Gang
Tiger Cry
Pad Prik Sod
Mam's Special Masaman Beef Curry

Running Over a Rabbit on the Way to a Funeral

2010-07-04T11:01:00.001-07:00

Across road
Rabbit runs
Meets tire
Is undone

Last Trip to Cypress Creek

2010-07-04T11:00:00.000-07:00

Water low
In the cove

Up there
Are heads were
Yesterday

Now feet in mud
And scraping
                     Texas
                              Lake
                                      Vegetation

Unrefreshing and warm
We swim awhile
And get out

Dog Poem #2

2010-07-04T10:56:00.001-07:00

Wet dog
Dry grass
Mud paws
Hot pants

Restaurant Poem

2010-07-04T10:55:00.001-07:00

Restaurant table
Squeezed lemon
Order wine
Look at women

Dog Poem

2010-07-04T10:54:00.001-07:00

Dog lies down
Licks the floor
Sneezes, sniffs
Licks some more

Love Poem

2010-07-04T10:52:00.000-07:00

Searching the pantry

for food

in your boots

you find the almonds.

Firefly Poem

2010-07-04T10:49:00.000-07:00

Suburb dusk
Sunset rust

Sit and smoke
In crook of oak

Firefly lawn
Flash! and gone

For to remember
Lure with ember

Innuendo Poem #3 (Or, Jewish New Year Honeycake Poem)

2010-06-14T13:56:00.000-07:00

Beat the
honey
until it is

frothy

white

and opaque

Snail Trails

2010-06-14T13:53:00.000-07:00

Across oak

          and fallen leaves

Over stone

         and concrete

The sun glints

        on silver streaks

Lou Reed Couplet #2

2010-06-14T13:51:00.000-07:00

Cynical optimism.
Rock 'n' roll organism.

Lou Reed Couplet

2010-06-14T13:50:00.000-07:00

Slack-jawed nihilist.
Heroine guitarist.

Mosquito Poem

2010-06-14T13:49:00.001-07:00

Don't let
Suck blood
Demon spawn -
Mosquito bug

Stoned Poem #3

2010-06-14T13:48:00.002-07:00

Eyes scrape
Mouth dry
Stay awake
Keep mind

Stoned Poem #2

2010-06-14T13:48:00.000-07:00

Late night
Lou Reed
Drink beer
Smoke weed

Stoned Poem

2010-06-14T13:47:00.001-07:00

Light up
Green toke
Wood pipe
Grey smoke

Roadside Worker Poem

2010-06-14T13:46:00.003-07:00

Hard hat
Hot heat
Wet sweat
Concrete

Night Poem #2

2010-06-14T13:46:00.001-07:00

Warm night
Cicadas chatter
Close eyes
Typewriters clatter

Night Poem

2010-06-14T13:45:00.001-07:00

Flash of light
Night sky
Meteor?
Firefly.

Memorial Day Poem

2010-06-02T18:18:00.000-07:00

Sun glasses
           beer cans
Bathings suits
           a boat.
Chatting
          gabbing
In the cove.

All seem so...

remote.

Two variations of a Love Poem

2010-06-02T18:10:00.001-07:00

1.

Hands. Hips.
Warm lips.
Brown eyes.
I rise.

Lips. Eyes.
Round thighs.
Tender jaw.
I fall.

2.

Hands. Hips.
Warm lips.
Brown eyes.
I rise.

Lips. Eyes.
Round thighs.
Tounge tip.
I slip.

Redundant Poem

2010-06-02T18:09:00.000-07:00

Green glass water
Wine-bottled lake
Glass-cool aqua
The surface is fake

Ant Mystery

2010-06-02T18:06:00.000-07:00

Over rock
Under stick
Pause, then -
Move quick!

Demanding Poem

2010-06-02T18:05:00.000-07:00

Sway cedar!
Shine sun!
Grow grass!
Blow wind!

And again...

And again...

And again...

Poem Poem

2010-06-02T18:03:00.000-07:00

Pen poem
Not poet

Paint picture
Not painter

Type line
Not writer

Collect kindling
Feed fire

Keep Up!

2010-06-02T18:01:00.000-07:00

Keep up! Keep up!
With the lights and the music
With the cars the night
The lights and the music
Don't dim your vision
Clear the inebriation
Keep up! Keep up!
With your mind and the music

Drinking Water Poem

2010-06-01T20:49:00.001-07:00

Cool water

        trickling wet

Sun bright

        brow sweat

Bare feet

        earth grips

Drink up

       let drip

Innuendo Poem #2

2010-06-01T20:48:00.001-07:00

Stand stiff
Open gate
Come in
Stay late

Whiskey in Plastic Cups with Nathan

2010-05-29T17:03:00.000-07:00

Red and yellow
Cutty Sark
Red and yellow
In the park

Four Variations of a Love Poem

2010-05-18T19:48:00.000-07:00

1.

Sun squints in
Sees bare skin
Tangled lovers
Sweaty covers

2.

Sun squints in
Sees bare skin
Sleeping lovers
Under covers

3.

Sun squints in
Sees bare skin
Old lovers
Wrinkled covers

4.

Sun shines
Through the blinds
Eyes squint
The lovers are spent

Innuendo Poem (Or, Honey Poem #2)

2010-05-18T19:43:00.000-07:00

Lick your love
Taste the honey
Hear the hum
Bees are coming

Sitting on the Stoop in Harlem, NY

2010-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:00

Sagging pants walk
Scaffolding holds up the block
Gather in groups
Sit on stoops
Can't park here
Hurry, buy beer
Roads are wet
Light another cigarette
Night in New York
Tomorrow, find work

Summer Poem

2010-05-18T19:40:00.000-07:00

Cigarette smoke
Gnarled oak
Cicadas screech
Texas heat

Bosom Surprise

2010-05-18T19:38:00.003-07:00

A small flower
Wilted and pressed
Kasey plucks it
From between her breasts

Lunch Break as a Construction Worker in Texas

2010-05-18T19:38:00.001-07:00

Taco wagon
Grey sky
Thunder rolls
Sparrow flies

After the Storm

2010-05-18T19:36:00.000-07:00

After the storm
Quiet drips
Dew, moon
Moss tips

Honey Poem

2010-05-10T20:37:00.000-07:00

Cracked glass and bee juice
Dripping denim honey pocket
One serving of entropy
Bought wholesale at the farmer's market

2010-05-09T14:36:00.000-07:00

Clear for a moment.
Ungoffy eyeballs for a few mentions...
Ego be damned!
The hunger quenched -
Humble Monger has taken it away again.

Chinese Scripture

2010-05-09T14:34:00.000-07:00

Across scrolls and sagebrush
Sweep armfuls of lush tunics
And brush strokes

Man: A finely tuned baggage of garbage

2010-05-09T14:32:00.001-07:00

Around the kidneys and the gills, it starts.
No matter where it happens it always happens.
And the gears in the gut grind to a halt.
Until there are four caterpillars racing up the side of the house.

Duck Poem

2010-03-29T08:15:00.001-07:00

Ducks swim down
In cool dark water
Bob back up
No wetter than before

The Bob John Plagiarism Blues

2010-03-10T10:22:00.000-08:00

I only sang a little bit though
I only twang a little bit though
And if one thing certainly
I have stone balls in my pants
I've got three legged trouble
Please don't block my road

I only sleep a little bit though
I only eat a little bit though
And if one thing definitely
I have chickens in my wallet
I've got seven women trouble
Please don't block my road

I only spill a little bit though
I only thrill a little bit though
And if it's one thing consistently
I have pigs in my yard
I've got blue fuzz trouble
Please don't block my road

I only drink a little bit though
I only think a little bit though
And if one thing ironically
I have moonbeams in my belly
I've got whiskey walking trouble
Please don't block my road

I only bite a little bit though
I only might a little bit though
And if one thing seemingly
I've got snakes in my eyes
I have ramblin' gamblin' trouble
Please don't block my road

I only walk a little bit though
I only talk a little bit though
And if one thing finally
I have Sunday in my stroll
I've got idle loafing trouble
Please don't block my road

Letters

2010-03-10T09:47:00.000-08:00

What can they be - these little bug bodies
Collected and congealed in labyrinthine anthills
Or scuffled and scattered by devoted scarabs
Rolling endless boulders of dung across blistered papyrus?

Truly though, they do not move...

If print occurs by a descending thumb
Upon the head of unsuspecting insects
Then what can letters be
but ink-outlined crime scenes?

Wake Up

2010-03-10T09:25:00.000-08:00

How long does it take
To wake up and notice
The green glass bottle
Sitting on the sill
Spilling with sun?

Cherry Blossoms

2010-03-05T09:53:00.001-08:00

When cherry blossoms fall
I think of cherries, or...
nothing at all.

Calligraphic Copulation

2010-03-01T10:08:00.000-08:00

What loss!
and what life!
lies in the lay of two lovers
entered and exited by language
consumed in gesture
in wordless communication
and confused wordlessness
where a nap would be most needed.

And the sensation
spelled out in slowness
by moving and stretching ripples
a handful of headhair
a nape inhaled by a nose.

And that short husk of breath
that desperate accidental voice
hushed past the ear and down the neck
upon which pinpricks of excited skin
stimulate a punctuation
of undulating ink.

Bales of Breakfast

2010-02-24T11:07:00.000-08:00

I saw my breakfast
While passing a farm:
Rolls of hay bales
And cinnamon buns

Driving Haiku

2010-02-24T11:04:00.000-08:00

After a while
I do not even notice
That I am driving

Huckleberry Haiku

2010-02-24T11:02:00.001-08:00

When I was a kid
I wanted to be Huck Finn -
Now the same as then

Grackles

2010-02-24T10:54:00.000-08:00

Scavengers of the parking lot
They come from the nethers
Hop skip strut
Scraggled black feathers

At the Renaissance Fair

2010-02-24T10:48:00.000-08:00

Honey wine
Castles and gallantry
A host of competing anachronisms
Cell phones and chivalry
And would anybody care
If I just started to dig a hole right there?

2010-02-24T10:47:00.001-08:00

I am born, I live, I die
Riding a bicycle at night
Drenched in frisbee-golf pond water
Down an avenue of lamp posts

Poem for John Lennon

2010-02-24T10:39:00.001-08:00

Riding the crest with barefoot beards
Pools of plastic-strummed plasma ripple
Drip drop drain into amputated ears
Spin the wheels with contraband scribble

Sunglint spectacles round out sunk sober eyes
Matchbox brain lights lyres on fire
Cough through cancer-coated lies
Get shot before you retire

Pidgeon Poem

2010-02-24T10:37:00.000-08:00

Patches of pidgeons
Swoop swagger swindle
Above the green courtyard
Below the grey sky