Those two guysran with each other... my role isto be myselfyour role isto be yours they didn't mindsociety ifit was trees andthe continental shelf nature is randomnature is perfecttherefore perfect is random when my dad diedi got drunki had so muchmoney to spend no more schlitz for me after that
Category: Poems
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Furniture
There always is, man.Ev'ry relationship.Stuff we don't wannaown up to. We ain't the marlboro man. * That scent in the carpet?Believe it's urea.Your rea? my rea?Mens rea—had none,asleep when I did it.Makin me stomach-sick,like bad barbecue. Must've been on ambien. * There should be a presumptionagainst furniture:if we don't use itit doesn't exist. Mother, come … Continue reading Furniture
Life with mandelbrot
I turn over a stone andunder that another andunder that another. Rubbish I throw this stone away. And hit myself in the backofthehead. nothing is moving onlythe colors are changing my furrows afractalbiggerandbigger asdetails tumanesce
Stayin dark longer
I
jopo wrote a poem said
so i make bologna
said staying dark longer
said (what was that
eye-talian phrase you used?)
oh god...i've fried
myself on yet another night,
stayin out longer,
flush with small bills and
reducing my
legal costs by
going to law school?
dance, mon frer, stop
biting your nails. let other
countries make the dollar bills
let us make the art. search for
these terms in google:
miami car dealer suicide and fire.
random is beautiful, e.g.
impatientist painters
burning down buildings
paranoid and planting
their faces in concrete? ...
Up and down
Fill up the bucket, bro—we've got a fire to start.Since you were hereG.B. is all I do. Diageo, Brown Forman?They're renting my liver,crevassed in termsof Jackie Dan and Johnny Walk Walk. The flies, they can have it;they can have the closet.The doves urged me to ask,Who cooks for You? This is actually my own stuff.I'm … Continue reading Up and down
Vikings in March
We are the men of misshapen head,tainted paints, and fugue.We dared to call Cincy chincybefore we discovered: Bluegrass Brewing.We know neither who won nor who lost;we ask only: were there any upsets?Is the Guinness keg kicked?Rumor speaks of green beer and loose women.But I’m afraid we’ll never get there,‘cause we’ve eaten our passports,having gone hungryat … Continue reading Vikings in March
University of
In a chair with three legsa brain-damaged man sits upright.He drinks peppermint vanilla latté,he talks across the Atlanticto Eurasian-collared doves. We ride the tube, yo?We double decker.If Denmark doesn't brew it,we'll D-I-Y it right here.Scotch is for men with hairy tongues. I fill the room as I sleep.I leave my dreams under the pillowfor the … Continue reading University of
Horses in Funny Coats
Up the grain elevator
one hundred and eighty degrees
(but no proof)
an aspen chopped in two
makes a fence holding
asses in funny-coat blankets.
When the rail rusts, what's left behind?
Down the track electric: a bottle
cast off to house earthworms;
an impatientist painting
bequeathed in night to the sound
of apple pie vapors wrapped in waxen mem'ry.
Full poem here...
A day off from nothing
Is it June, or am I
just in Austin, Texas?
Today, Labor Day, is for
all of the people who work
nine to five (or more).
Anyone normally working
nine to five (or more)
who has neglected
to take this day off to:
get drunk
sleep around the house
take his kid to the beach
write a haiku
stock up on toilet paper
should be committed.
Not myself among the
nine to five throng
I don’t deserve this
wheelbarrow loaded with
twenty-four golden bricks.
No meaning in any of them.
Got searched, lost a lighter
A man speaking his secondlanguage said, "Gate B? Gate C?There is another checkpoint,with no waiting, presently."We shuffled 'cross the term'nal,winners to anoint.Whoa, where did this come from?A spiffy little joint.But I held back on trust,feared a finger at me point.The line—it's just not moving,riders with too much shit."Go ahead," says the guy afore me,"my shoes … Continue reading Got searched, lost a lighter
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