Somewhat-polished poetry and stuff from an older era.
2010
brass rupture
October 12, 2010 12:00AM
i went out back to play and was
buried in a swarm of brass–
trumpets trombones tubas–
ricochet copper waves,
engorged wahahahah,
sub-vibrating glass,
spittle and valves and
prostrate glorious
sass–
all surrounded
knees to the ground–
trombones pelting flesh….
amongst the swing-sets,
beneath the slides,
was eaten by the brass and
digested
as an echo frantic and free and
flailing skyward.
daily grind
October 8, 2010 12:00AM
caulked to a chair nine hours and
a ‘lord these bones be creaking–
knee to muscle to blood to
rubble–ah mud.
up on the insect board,
nailed through limb yet
quivering still,
the looking glass swallows an
eye.
(laughter would be better than this)
mr god scientist writes another
note.
and upon this speared left cheek
i bury this sitting within some imagination of
need and purpose–
hours to dollars–
nob to nubbin….
thin tendons, taught truths–
endure to the end
mutha’ fucka
draft
October 5, 2010 12:00AM
bathed in cinnamon and pearl,
you feel again the porcelain eaves strain a-gainst a
‘cosm full of wind and weaving grain.
blurry october,
grieved-scratched trees rock and tap the
chambers gloom
–mopped–molded–
you lie in milk
–naked–shudder–tilt–
autumn arches it’s back around the fields of the
fallen
teaspoons full then emptied of
spice–
we both cuddled up to this oak and felt it
ripple.
a whistling sigh, drain against flesh,
the splashing as you get up and dress is
rebellion.
rapids
July 22, 2010 12:00AM
silver along an
aluminum edge, spandrel days
limp
between seasons edged in
purpled amber.
face to the sky,
rolling blind down
white rivers.
left behind but still
remembered,
filter for melancholia,
stories told between
pillow and dreams.
salience and
rarefication.
starlight above clouds.
rolling blind towards a
luminous noise,
river drain, cascade
rumble.
i sense the space around
your emptiness,
silver edged in air.
ghosts unlimber as these
weeks line up and
break
against the rocks of
phantoms.
in rainbows
March 19, 2010 12:00AM
on a rainbow hill the clouds swaddle me in
bubble wrap and kick me
lopping laughing
down bunny trails and
babbling clover flumes–
hey!–
over here, rolling in bandy-yellow
dandelion love,
pollen acres, bee-of-bumble
wishes–
bread and marrow
breath,
i lap and loll from blue to green to
–thump–
–hah!–
splash!
refracted rambling river,
opiate wash,
serpentine dreams.
WHITE
March 14, 2010 12:00AM
water pouring bright as raised circuits,
river scars, fainting legs,
groggy ponds, looping gruel,
knapsack gargle, lapping of sky-love,
sky-drain, gutter-swirl.
those eyes are full of
grain and boards
warped, whiskey creaking,
glommed-mopped locks,
stranded whirls,
rivets of green, glittering lures–bright
circuit-blinking-iris
stars.
knock, creak, breathe.
night as draining cotton, enter the door, a
mob of wrinkled spices,
laryngitis candle, warmth sings and you
a scarlet harbor, painted crepe,
gilded-jasmine wren.
there–fibrilated eye-space,
nailed flutter–A to B–
chest rising falling
flame drains, wanes–
WHITE.
clouds continue to preen,
–sequestered whining sky–
our ears hear nothing.
was gonna
March 13, 2010 12:00AM
was gonna swing that swing but there was a
sign.
was gonna drink that drink but there was a
door.
was going to kiss those lips but there was a
veil.
and all the unlocked gates…
just couldn’t be bothered
bother,
lungs
parapalegic,
heart,
refrigerated
brain,
embalmed.
fat face has found me mid-mid-
thirty something and sure enough–
was going to smoke that smoke but was a
breeze
was going to dig that grave but was a
rock
was going to something something but there was a
block.
wrapped wholesale on the dollar shelf,
(ventilation, suspiration, dust)
advertising juices through this white-paper
silhouette gauze,
bleeding ambivalence,
nominal bits,
do not hear those footsteps and do not realize…..
bought but not
eaten.
was going to string that string but there was a
knot
was going to live that life but there was a
lock.
wanderings
January 16, 2010 12:00AM
winter moans as a mopped
star.
one day slopped gruel, the other
curdled thick with wind and
frosted salt.
find me kneeling knee-deep in
plumes and slanting pines,
welts of mettle and stone,
rivulets and rainbows
captured as drifting glass and
thirsty
metal
limbic
silence.
in shoes of snow i’m lurching with this
rope, a dangled fiber skin,
scorched tartar slack,
sucking down the thistle
nerves,
cradled palpitations,
numbness.
there is Mother in the shadows,
white with straw.
a woman offers me a ride on the
trudge home.
i do not know why but i
refuse.
self murder
January 10, 2010 12:00AM
sharp winnowed slugs pledge
fruit as red as
slumped meat-mopped
murder.
and over there a dwarf preens in
ecstasy over greased meat
thwarted and this
pain is a
dime o’ dozen
munching ‘pon
barbed wire
bartered reds
cobalt stones hugging
crosses–
g–d god this glory is but
laryngitis and i wear this
grit as
ribbed gold.
cages knead the jaw, this
story is about being
bludgeoned by rivers of
gods and blood littering
sinister up up the spine,
gnaw-pain plumes.
in the shadow, in the mountain,
upon threads and stones and
echoes i stand above myself and wrap this trigger in
love.
2009
entomology
December 9, 2009 12:00AM
downing jars of glycerin and butterflies,
we are pummeling fast towards the
bliss of crashing stars–
feasts upon the dance floor,
torrential buzzing rims,
we thrash as insects against the
morrow-jar.
and where i see your steps in glass i
follow, and where you twirl i
gravitate, and where your pleats groove i
swallow.
our feet as branding irons,
sewing needles, tattoo ink pleading
rhythms to the gruel
we know will puncture our hearts with
anesthesia
in ten-minus-nine-minus
fuck.
fuck.
tacked to a board as the sun
rises i flap in your direction
helpless and wavering.