Mar 2, 2012
shin guards
que the violins
shin guards
plates piled rind fermentia
fumble on sound man, open mic electra
sprack, clank, quack
rattle hustle foot grease grind
don’t look back she said elegant
its a quick round the mulberry bush decadent
que the violins, que the ducks; bread circus
ten tiger rhymed nerves; furious
o.m.g. you’re making me blush
wine comes on ineffable rush
kissing girls sky tumble coaxin’
cats tail tip switched brisk believin’
fade to applause
Jul 16, 2011
One Little Slip
i wanted to tell you some paranoid visions
about slaves and masters and perverted conditions
that man unkind has conditioned the knell
from where that first blow memory befell
one little slip and you are covered in mud
some stains linger longer then vermins blood
as the stain soaks your skin you begin to believe
every kind of cancer bored demons retrieve
so now you are mottled and beset with strings
really your ideals - well they meant nothing
or ideals as experiments - stored in a jar
closeted. compartmentalized. isolated. superstar.
Jul 15, 2011
Maid Mer
this one is for- a certain girl
sometimes i slip - into her world
or create a vision - witching her Queen
or daydreaming the curves - of her favors unseen
i knew you before - i just know it
only a fool would suppose predicate
or wondering if you taste — salty apricot
not a prune, nor a plume; Immaculate
the cupids are all irate opti!
open a door they jump lopsi!
tiger fur; thick like mopsi
in so deep; the cauldron hotsi
then a steep dive through clear air
alone falling free; she is still there
wing to wing, on the wind, thrice fair
flying through, bolts of blue - Maid Mer
Jun 17, 2011
Salutations
i put blank pages in between
consumed by the movie “somewhere”
there is a cold breeze through broken window
hell, not even a broken window, none
just a frame, open, above the door
cold breeze, man is bundled against cold
one ear exposed, one cheek to the open
door draft frame
one hint that
i can still feel something
For all those - who came without clothes
I salute you
For all those - who endured cold toes
I salute you
For all those - who wanted and left, bereft
I salute you
Thank you for coming
sorry you left
next time
…..bring your laundry!
Jun 16, 2011
Carry the Water
Back on the bus - my card is negative
3 curious mints, mentol derivative
Jealous mumbo trying to encourage him
Going alone would you, courage held
then the idiot who couldn’t get along
dropped down to sing a song
Three times twenty times two months
shy green glenn river, i meant brook
Barded wine, skylark, tremendous value
“There is nothing to be sorry about”, she cried
rain water, rock scrabble, drips chips weeping
across these pages, feeling compassion
there’s only a few people, really let in
could have helped, did as much, as i could
it warms a body, twice, to chop and haul wood
Find a darling - then carry the water
if you’re lucky - you might have a daughter
for a year, or three times twenty
to all the loving parents, bestow plenty
Jun 16, 2011
Brain Pan
Vividness of mind is self selecting
that which remains is true
if one thing is vivid
it illuminates the entire mass
what does your brain pan feel like?
Jun 15, 2011
man thinks
man - slams - a quarter - down
jukebox, won’t play - its misbegotten
man picks up imaginary violin
calls it a fiddle, thinks back is rotten
Jun 14, 2011
Yin Crator
ain’t no sense in seein’, what mind matter grey
there’s a bird and she rises, so gracefully
i follow her with my eyes, turpentine spirits
a man offers pipe, dripping petrochemicals
amused by a lie and poison spectacles
loathing peculiar, turned in on himself
i watch nervous, bird black plastic leggings
it carries, what it needs, in a basket
when i leave, you’ll die, in an instant
crators, don’t create - haters, don’t appreciate
spectacular display of Yin
one rock - big hole
one heart - big hole
one love - big hole
Jun 13, 2011
Sun She
sorry for the limited vocabulary
pretty good for old wood blazin’
highlight the pretend, deep knee bends
round to ask the question - quick protection
is called forth then round to you
taking the strum in the air, no one cares, don’t look up
the sun, she comes
into your life
into your heart
into the sky
the sun, she comes
healing your sky
healing earth green
Jun 12, 2011
She Bestows
my eyes run snot & sorrow
filled it overturning words blurring
as a run rate was eclipsed
le pen, my hands, held it
i meant to say, i love you, everyday
yeast wars, sugared pores warn
like alarms, bells, brothers win
so again, duty calls, pollen halls
take a sip and be elegant
round the cup to your lips
breath mixed with honeyed tips
all you wanted on display
wares, teared, Tara bestows
passed the shed with the shovels
no dirt to dig, water row oars
her beauty promenade
two, three, fours
******
now heavy lifting waiting arr
Portuguese, fishing fleets, smiling queen
parade, noble rays, horns blare
boat leans, tipping curtsy, to the queen
i had an hour, sun shower, ankles to knees
round the plum, fairies strum, melodies
sailors heard, beauties verb, tension blitz
as we stroll, universe turns, gazing deep
at you my love, splendid array
it is in love that goddess grants the day
and the night for your prayers deep blue
then intern, vase breath hold, condense prajna
whispered instructions out in the open
angels gather listen stomp blitzen
shaking what divine gave them
a bird, unperturbed, nest feather gatherin’
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