write write write
Let me write until the morning light.
Glory, frying pan, coffee.
Sun, don’t I know you?
I dream to wake before you age.
Category: Poems
Banango
a mostly banana mango often confused with the mañana which itself is often confused with often infused with tomorrow
Pick-up Lines
1Teeth brushing is the moral imperativeof the go-go dancersin the convention hall. 2Picante just the name givento a sauce with peppers in it.They don’t even have to beall that hot.
Jopo
It was the night before I leftand we’d come back from thatroof-top oceanside bar, bothgotten a kick out of Jeff, livingout of his car, doing anythingto surf — look at those walls, man! —I don’t know if this wasbefore the tequila and weezer songsor after. I couldn’t get drunk.We crashed in rooms opposite sides of … Continue reading Jopo
Here I Am, Lougely
1.If I could translateTo you in wordsHow much it would hurtTo have my teeth extractedAnd crushed with a hammerBefore my very eyes. ItMight make great art. 2.I debate insteadWith friendsWhether an artist can invent his art;Whether he can conjure novelty out of his thin air.They say: everything has already been done. But I believe … Continue reading Here I Am, Lougely
Untitled Report on News & Religion
1What about theseIslamic Courts?I’d let my friendsdance on speakers,wishing only that Ihad bigger speakers,or smaller friends. 2They’re gonna have to raise cop pay.When they do thatthe streets will be streakedwith blue. Same deal with teachers and classrooms. 3All I asked forwas one mealyour bodythe lifethe resurrection,the denudedweapons cache. You said, “That’s pornographic.”And wouldn’t let me … Continue reading Untitled Report on News & Religion
Brown study
Breath stinks
Of brandy.
The woman, the drink.
The first girl
I ever slept with
Now works
For Brown Forman.
She’s still drunk I guess.
Misc. Haiku 46-50
46
Royal Success Systems —
Convincing people
That their graffiti is art
47
Dog ears appear
From the heart of a sleeping ball —
Truck w/ trailer passes by
48
Drove out to the
Country for some air —
Coming back, the city ahaze
49 (after Kerouac)
In the Belleville house,
My father’s
Abominable yawns
50
Is my head back this far?
I was just now having
The night’s first beer
Landscape: Benelux into Germany
a. A city like Rotterdam bombed, rebuilt The Nazis said submit or we’ll bomb you into the ocean The ‘Dammers submitted but got bombed anyway What’s the point in that? Now, taller buildings Europe’s busiest port A few coffeeshops tucked away. In a café, cream of mushroom soup, the best bread and a little butter in … Continue reading Landscape: Benelux into Germany
Shuffle
Damage by night,Construction by day.Boom and then depression.Glass of this, puff of e(i)ther.Sweat, flex, towel off.Screw this, screw that, watch the calories.Lunch today was a fruit bar.Worry the afternoon,Get ready for dinner, have a cold one. You build something up, you build a beltway.You find your muse and then you ask her to shut it. … Continue reading Shuffle
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