Poems new and old
Here I am
at
ROCK BOTTOM
again
Death, death, death, and destruction
Bourbon at 13:00—
Song helps,
a Nobel would do better.
Hand to forehead,
seated,
elbows on desk—
staring, stoned, bereft
all of the past up to the present
& this is what's left.
"Enough planning, un-planning, re-planning, and planning for a lack of a plan. I am packed, I am ready, I am waiting."
— John Randell Cabot, Lake Superior, 1687
Lostant
rain on the pavement
good light, power lines & their
towers.
Toluca, Tonica, Winona
Mammatus clouds, water
drips down, hits my
face when
I open the
window.
A nut bar, worry of heartburn.
I went around the corner only to
have a cigarette. But then Pat
has one and I wonder why I hid it.
State highway 6, Ottawa/La Salle-Peru
On the Illinois River. Nice place?
There are a lot of windmills, and
an exit for highway 30 to Sterling,
to Aurora—where I went to school once...
I told my dad, "Fuck You, DAD."
His eyes were wild with surprise and
hurt and anger. Clearly he loved
me.
Still, he threw me out of the car
though all I was wrapped in
was a damp towel.
My brother offered to make
the walk back with me,
a good three miles.
[03.26.2005]
I was in the back of a taxiout in the country withtwo gals and an anteater. The anteater was a he butnow was a she. It had askirt and I caught sight ofits bush. I scratched behind its ears. "It's real good with that,"one of the girls said. She was Courtney, cousin from Mass.The other … Continue reading Aardvark
wall of closed eyelids...alien concrete structurewent beneath the ocean:so did I. I was outin the ocean for awhile I was just sitting at the bottom of the ocean,an ocean that lay now over a not-so-old city reading a book about home-makers Earlier Brook's dad was indream, I was supposed to goto Australia at some point. … Continue reading Sittin in the bay, Under the dock
1. from these veins... 2. How did I get here? 3. friend — 4. What time is it? 5. waterproof. 6. It's water-resistant, 7. right, it says it's six sixty-six! 8. No, that's right. 9. crystallized not shivered not shriveled crystallized and bloomed! -9. This is where … Continue reading I’m Either Going to Hell or I’m Going Home
I guess this is life then, really?
Making it something other than that which it IS . . . surrounded by a crowd easy 2 do my own thang … Continue reading Foil’s War
Inn or-dirt to we'd (sp?)out the baaaaaaaad emu-shins I half nun@awl (dot com!)
I.M. knot onnn the prop-er(roar) opera-ray-thing cyst, um....
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