Monday, December 31, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
mom dad and god
in 20 years
they told me the dentist is bad
keep your
teeth clean but never wash your baby
one of us
sees all the leaves from the driver’s seat
the other
was feeling this place is another world
this world
is another life this life is a dream
dreams must
be truly must are real
floating in
the lap
like always
½
always 50
after
dinner my hands to my eyes
still smell
like the blue gloves
the hi genesis
was pregnant
she went
and sat in the lunch room
the lights
were off in there
she put her
hand on her stomach and
breathed deeply
in the
dream its all light
like a tincture
like a papier-mâché head on the pillow
Hi, Genesis
hi
the
different wings of the mansion
it was all
dark and turning lights on
spotlights
red patterns on pink walls
reflections
in gold glass
sharp heart
and dagger
everything
is cringe and enamel
tongue
biting warm angel
does
whatever she wants
why did i
not do my homework
,,,,…why
did i not do my homework
the warmth
authorities of new york
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
mineral spirits
in the back closet all the eggs hatched
desert rodents mice rats chickens rams all white
baby ram with extra sharp fresh horns
held me in a facelock from behind
squeezing all the babies to my ribs
trying to keep them contained
so many animals in there lately
i've swarmed me
imagining cells go freak evil
dividing
the sick you get for anxiety
and for wanting it
but all thats mandelbrotten
congeals into murk
and rises to the surface
to be scraped away
smooth and silky magic
i'm ready to make you
the sick you get for anxiety
and for wanting it
but all thats mandelbrotten
congeals into murk
and rises to the surface
to be scraped away
smooth and silky magic
i'm ready to make you
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
MAPLE SHADE
lately, the princess
is the one having troubles
with resignation
floating in the generation
the knight's eyes are the new kind of small chameleon
so new and life-is-good-green
to match his shirt
a summer turf, a Princess, (no pea)
the floating generation:
I used to sell Arnold Palmers
in The Park
I thought about them (too much),
the ratio
bending my chin down towards the plastic cup
on my apron in my palms
waist, hi
ice levels of desires
eyes bending down to yellow
liquid filling/pouring/over
a liquid dilemma of sorts
feeling the heat of pizza eyes on my face
brain bending
me melting
all the music in the park blends
with routine and life-is-good-green
dead grass
all the dilemmas became liquid ones
liquid lines of men moving eyeballs
half and half
emergency simple syrup
old oil with bits/water bottles
water fountains*
puddles for the rats
the rats claimed the chocolate-turtle-turf
life was outside in
melting
in all the rain storms
bending
our medical-baby plastic blanketweak and holy
routine/water/dilemma
we found a rat skeleton
pizza brain hung on to it
hung it on a wall inside-
eyeballs-out
oven melts on
our own patron watch
our own dough and time
mocking, bending
to get to go home (flies)
mocking, melting
life-is-good-green
exactly maple-less
like a skeleton in summer
a boiling point fried
an ending stage right
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
home grown flavor
everything is growing in my flavor
the red wine we talked about
with our fingers
fall leaves all round
when i left
right here, is in my fingers
on tips of needles
like pine
slowly slaying
a week is a long time to die
i wonder if i am hungry or just slow
and if the moon even cares
(thrown off the tides)
about me anymore
an opal is born
the mama gives it her oils
and psalms
the air is as soft as it should have been
twenty years ago
the super cycles
i wonder
i wonder
Monday, November 19, 2012
this time last/next year
manicure
corn rows
birth control
take your time
chelsea flooded
colored contacts white out
orange birthday cake
relaxing
stomach ache
@GrandeCentrale
china green tips
goldie boy
kissy face u
a lawyer out here today
he was 52, liberal
asshole, and the war
Con Edison
Generator (carbon monoxide)
why are we playing basketball tonight
when people are in so much
trouble?
goldie boy
Sunday, November 18, 2012
legal tender
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UV Cake
Sha Na To Va
Raining Pouring
Slow Dog
Fairy Soap
What Is
I Mandelbrot
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
many world
como nada three raw eggs in a dish
place them under the bed
two hundred marks made in blood
that looked like
a cardiograph
angus the cat staring at the cold
spots
thanks for teaching me so much witchstuff
the hill of the martyrs grant money
that dark place on palace avenue
heads of the native chiefs on stakes around the plaza
jackson was conceived during a conjugal visit
sheena is half navajo
theresa natalie mary kilpatrick
specter detector and the riveting story
do you hate talking to a wall
or do you love how it just reverberates back
i saw mr. president before the speech
i was using his microwave in the wings
he was shy to ask my affiliations
i wished him good luck and hoped he knew
then
sad on the new carpet
baby and me in a box
what were we watching
why the hole in my hand
am i bouquet right now?
is everything bouquet?
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