Monday, July 02, 2018

TUPPENCE IS TUPPENCE

When you are finished
modeling sick imaginary
modes of American-human
life
the rest of us
will be 
flicking stink-bugs off our tunics
and re-awakening
the old falernian
with the sun on our backs

and at sundown
possibly smoking a sizable bowl

and guess what, asshole,
you're invited






Sunday, July 01, 2018

NOSEBLEED PROPHECY

with a deeply crimson nosebleed
i started the day
i raised my flag

days of rice and beans

days of rice and beans and blood

afternoons of loneliness and tears


recordings assist

in bringing to life
the wailing of the children

beyond

and will within
and all along
the borderline

anti-psychotics

for children in tears
banners for nosebleeds

hollowed-out retail-space

for concentrating
small inconsolable captives

this is my prophecy:

  when this all flips
   you will die









Sunday, April 01, 2018

REPORT

that guy you were waiting for
we are sorry to report
 he swerved off the
road and
crashed into
a gigantic poem




Thursday, March 22, 2018

A WANDERER IS MAN FROM HIS BIRTH


is mercury in retrograde?

your ass
is in retrograde

and your brain
where all the noise is coming from
is at perihelion
the nearest approach
to the sun






Wednesday, November 01, 2017

The Perfection


the emails are becoming

less and less intelligible

but I believe she’s onto something


possibly something great


not quite human, words

wielded as articles of pleasure

and distraction

permeating an architectural membrane

shattering frail complexities

while leaving rigid statutes untouched


while she develops hot ideas

her soul remains unwilling
to release the blood
sufficiently

for the flea’s imaginative leap

but in fact maybe

this is the perfection







Tuesday, May 30, 2017

No Words: May 29, 2017






Midnight Requiem


T. S. Eliot: Do I dare to eat a peach?


Allman Brothers: Eat a peach.





Monday, March 27, 2017

Hexameter



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