Monday, December 31, 2012

We Love 2013


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


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 
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


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
in all the rain storms
our medical-baby plastic blanket
weak and holy

we found a rat skeleton 
pizza brain hung on to it 
hung it on a wall inside-
oven melts on
our own patron watch 
our own dough and time

mocking, bending
to get to go home (flies)
mocking, melting 
exactly maple-less
like a skeleton in summer
a boiling point fried
an ending stage right

Sunday, December 2, 2012

hi steak

How to stay So Young and So Free in a Pre-Fab, Post-It World: