bird flying through cemetery

a bird
flying home
through a grand cemetery
flies faster feeling the chill of death
on his wings
or
is death
part of
what makes
this bird’s nest

rude rued

how rude to be a fly
how rude to be a fly
you done ruined a fine soup
rude fly
rude fly

how rude to be a fall
how rude to be a fall
you done ruined a fine dance
rude fall
rude fall

how rude to be a gun
how rude to be a gun
you went and ruined a fine boy
rude gun
rude gun

Harbor Detective Searching for Songs With Titles Like “Kill Other Race Cars”

Maybe you could
tell me what the lifeless feeling that drags
the empty hook back
feels like.

Maybe you could
make that sound
when you’re ravenously hungry and
you slice too quickly
and you cut off your fingertips
more happy-sounding.

Maybe you could
lean over
and show me
your wound
on purpose –
how it is still open
and exposed –
and I can ink
a funny tattoo around it.

Wait! Before you
close the door,
here’s an even crazier thought –
maybe you could
carve a canoe out of me
and sit in me
and paddle us up a river
deep into the land
and we could disappear together.

OK. I get it.

But think about what I said
and get back to me.

I’ll Be Your Massive Arms (Translation of Ineptus, 2nd Century B.C.E. Alexandrian Poet)

I’ll be your
massive arms,
but where is your emergency?

where are your costumes?
where is your can of venison?

are you on a
space station that orbited the Earth
(as it was created)
out in the
starry blackness?

 
your face is like moist, unearthed clay?
you forget the practical use of eyes?
 

you think you are
the first race in the history of the universe to
crank
cat whiskers
eight hours a day?

 
if you want to get rid of
an unfresh odor,
do not ask for
anagrams of “troubled waters”

if you want to change
the radiator,
do not sit there
tuning your guitar

and if you want to grab the treasures
that lie in small, narrow spaces
do not ask for
massive arms!

sometimes people make the sky and move on

sometimes people make
the sky
and move on
a confession
or mercury
and probably worse

there’s a long song and a dance
it’s best to roll with
that means

bursting from the ground
to feel like flying

funny how
setbacks
work
right?
a simple process

questions for a Robert Motherwell painting

How would you sleep
if you could sleep?

How would you dance
if you could dance?

How would you kill
if you could kill?

How often would you kill
if you could kill?

If you were to become an accomplished master
of only one weapon,
would it be a handheld weapon
or something that fired projectiles?

If you caught a whale
and cut his belly open
and there were an old man in there
would he say,
“Thanks, but what took you people so long?”
or
“Now why’d you have to go and do a foolish thing like that?”

Would you have many friends?

Would you love
many shallowly
or few deeply?

Would you brush your teeth
three times a day
or only once
or none?

Would you brush your parents’ teeth
three times a day
or only once
or none?

The Falconer: A Poem With Concrete Images

a certified falconer
runs hundreds of feet beneath his prized bird,
whose sharp beak
snipped off each of his fingers
before flying off,
and shouts the same phrase over and over –
“Explain why! Explain why!
Explain why! Explain why!…”

eight miles back
at the campsite
a colony of feral cats
sniffs and paws
at his fingers

The Episodes

in this episode, a Boston terrier’s eye is removed without sufficient anesthesia, then people in the town of Michigan are grateful

in this episode, the “messenger from God” comes from the English town of Peyton, meaning “village of the warrior”

in this episode, homes are restricted to some real or imaginary boundaries

in this episode, the patient gradually recognizes the streets of Cowboy Town, Wyo

in this episode, a one-named rapper with a hyphen in his name is made from tap water or, worse yet, comes from the factory in huge blocks

in this episode, a cigarette case is present

in this episode, everyone lives in a smallish town, and just wants the best medical treatment for themselves

in this episode, love exhibits a day or so after physical exercise

in this episode, anonymous callers, doctors, nurses, neighbors, school teachers, will turn to medicine as they have done numerous times

in this episode, I was constrained while the rats could come and go

in this episode, we get happily lost while they dance to themselves to ashes

in this episode, a puppy is being trained to distinguish between a flickering and a steady light

in this episode, cleaning one’s hands removes more than physical contaminants – it also removes the “pure heart”

in this episode, kindergarteners are working with new fuels to find one that burns more cleanly than petrol

in this episode, the village’s primary worry is not starvation

in this episode, there’s a build-up of pleasure/pain to the point that you feel your vision starting to get weird

in this episode, student-made cheese causes an open fracture

in this episode, Portugal is relevant to world affairs

in this episode, all the good you’ve done up until now is erased in an instant

in this episode, frustrated drivers lean on their horns in traffic while the bodies are removed from the vehicle

in this episode, it doesn’t matter the time of day or if one’s bathing suit is still wet

in this episode, the local architecture is built to support the weight of snow

in this episode, a dumpster in an alley serves as a private sanctuary within the city

in this episode, cats are aloud

in this episode the name means the opposite of what it really is, and is hence, ironic

in this episode, it is suddenly cool to be Interested in ghost stories and folklore

in this episode, the challenge is to learn to stay present while trapped in an empty vat

in this episode, erect posture is maintained through fever and convulsions

our grooves lead to graves

I groan the grooves
that grow with groans
I roam the room with
roars grown sore
I stare the steps
in solitude
I cross through each
as if a door

sometimes I add more water
in the vast space to the shore
and when land is receding
into my own storms
I roar
I roar
into my own storms I roar

if only we could fast forget
our groans upon the grooves
our roars upon the waves
tell ourselves prayers
not counts of breaths
believe that Jesus saves

but we are those
who groan our grooves
and our grooves
lead to graves

To a Very Special Mum Coated with a Latex-Based Highly Inorganic Filling

be happy.

if you’re not happy,
find someone
who is happy
and imitate them.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 66 other followers