Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
6 poems
SENSE OF POETIC DECAY
Clean your toilet.
The asteroid is groundhogging.
After people have an operation
I eat soup
Always on the threshold of conversion.
FEEL A POEM BUCK, FEEL MY COCK TUCK
Head from dead
Betty White.
DRINKING OR NOT DRINKING
Oil spill on
The shopping bag stuffed with shopping bags.
Car bomb, a comatose egret
That consequences.
FOOD SOLD HIS FATHER
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, p.
His mother was an unidentified white male.
I KNOW GOD DOESN'T GIVE US MORE THAN WE CAN'T TAKE
Banana up my ass.
She said I was ready.
Banana up her ass.
I said that already.
A banana is something we believe is possible.
Red light wallows in light bulb glaze.
AT A TOP HOTEL
I am naked in multiple hotel rooms.
The satellite sends or responds to my commands.
I fear my rest ahead has become
I eat soup
Always on the threshold of conversion.
FEEL A POEM BUCK, FEEL MY COCK TUCK
Head from dead
Betty White.
DRINKING OR NOT DRINKING
Oil spill on
The shopping bag stuffed with shopping bags.
Car bomb, a comatose egret
That consequences.
FOOD SOLD HIS FATHER
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, p.
His mother was an unidentified white male.
I KNOW GOD DOESN'T GIVE US MORE THAN WE CAN'T TAKE
Banana up my ass.
She said I was ready.
Banana up her ass.
I said that already.
A banana is something we believe is possible.
Red light wallows in light bulb glaze.
AT A TOP HOTEL
I am naked in multiple hotel rooms.
The satellite sends or responds to my commands.
I fear my rest ahead has become
The novelty of a hammer just hovering a moth.
In multiple hotel rooms are
STDs, breezes.
Blame this on a masked stranger who first spots the holy number in a timeline.
Monday, April 26, 2010
I'LL LIVE AND DIE WITH DUMB IDEAS
This monster among me,
Broad daylight,
Opens my life and it's generally unprotected sex.
Nothing here matters but cartoonishly violent feet.
The supervillian's very hands-on with my spunk and its pope.
I think of night sky as a fossil.
Now in jail for a native country,
Glass milk rockclimbs anonymous conception.
My shadow has the potential of pulling itself off.
To be dead goes by one name.
I think year-round that people are renamed fish
Or garbage from the gore of imploded stars.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
4 poems
Sure, recessions are cute.
Crossbreed channel-surfs and you'll want to will
Cloister daylight full of feral porridge of people-parts parallel to the
Targeted homes of police officers and a judge.
I'm slipping permanently into poverty.
The leaf has my baby
Which brings up one last forbidden matrimony.
I shouldn't be alive.
Forgiven condominiums hoard air and enterprise.
ATLANTIC DNA
Human indifference on the ocean floor says it all.
An eye opens inside three or four dogs a month.
The soccer ball arrives maybe next week.
If it's an animal it'll be patient enough to rest in trees
Or as a kokigami.
Insects outnumber human indifference.
An eye opens then peeks inside coin-operated fame
Dredged from oyster beds plated to mate.
My wife operates a pole-dancing fitness club.
Two janitors there guest star as janitors.
Adult diapers remain on the shelf.
The ocean says
Clean all the parts of the gun, put yourself away and hide from it.
POOR HONKY
The left side of the vehicle falls off the vehicle,
Fucks Obama like a fairy.
Eggs as far as runs will carry.
Ruins as far as eggs will dairy.
TV's show pitchers before and after death.
Fairly easy to get and cheap, too.
MOVIE GUTS
The oboe
Was once a woman.
Bench is tike
Drop dotted.
Fees and gas
Produce new pulpit defiance.
Phones rumble back to look-a-likes,
I am Odysseus.
Sea journey opted for clean socks.
Blood samples miles deep in weatherproof.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
EXODUS
The earthquake amputates,
Affords a hillbilly aftertaste.
If near a bus
Why not shoot people inside.
Shot out windows welcome
Naked thighs.
Diatribe to lance
Shovels to startle televised mammals.
Some of the largest stadiums in the world
Be seen to be done.
If near a window
Why not amputate a thigh.
Robots loosen shoelaces.
Wine and dread are well-supplied.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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