Where has your horse gone rider?

Amidst adrifts, a horse passed cantor
crashes through the trees,
dragging behind the lantern;
and this forest is a fire,
and its echoes echo swift.

Where has your horse gone rider?
Where has your horse gone rider?
Where has your horse gone rider?

Not in these ashes that you sift.

a step lightly

a step lightly
a steep light up
raised up with steeples
brought down with cups
out of wands
bound in by spoons
we porked the pig
while we mooned the moon
let go and threw overboard
anything that looked like weight
and we moaned that noon
had come too soon
and midnight came too late

New Years Resolutions Derived from Sunday Coupon Inserts

Resolve to bring out the best in me.
Face the world with a bright outlook.
Establish a healthy routine that works for my family.
Keep the medicine cabinet stocked for sneezes, sniffles and pain.
Tackle savings on perfect football snacks.
Enjoy a sweet year without all the calories from added sugar.
Resolve to eat dessert.
Live a big, bold, flavor filled life.
Help minimize blood sugar spikes.
Be prepared for my next cold sore.
Break up tough power clumps with the five-sided paddle sak.
Give them comfort without harsh chemicals.
Protect devices from damaging leaks.
Stay calm, cool and connected.
Help avoid an expensive septic disaster.
Be 4X more effective.
Choose vitamins & supplements recognized by experts.
Help fight the flu before it starts.
Join the mission to save handwriting & see how awesome I can be.
Map out a brand new start for my family.
Get relief when I need it most.
Meet the new eye candy of the candy aisle.
Stay strong, stay active.
Discover a snack with more protein.
Don’t just survive. Be completely satisfied.
Start feeling better.
Get relief without causing harsh side effects.
Choose juice. Not syrup.
Fill up on good times.
Move to a world of color.
Don’t drop the ball on game day.
Charm my guests.
Try Wheaties with chocolate milk.
Switch to the more potent multi-vitamin.
Make today steak worthy.
Fill my year with goodness.
Feel fresh and new.
Experience a freshness that lasts.

sad fish, sad fish

sad fish, sad fish,
you’re the saddest fish I’ve met
living out your land-locked days
thrashing round in your own net

and if I had my way
you’d be sent back to the sea
where you could stay inside your net
if that’s where you’d like to be
but at least, come what may,
you’d be back inside the sea

living out your what’s left days
thrashing round in your own net
sad fish, sad fish
you’re the saddest fish I’ve met

for better or reverse

for better or reverse,
it takes a Potemkin village
where the devil is in the de-

remembrance isn’t golden,
but it isn’t teal either

Don’t matter a bit.
That’s an order soldier!

I don’t know if this will help at all,
but sometimes it helps to think of death
as very passive-aggressive sleeping.

a police state is
an arresting idea
at best

never back down from speaking the truth,
but if you have to, stand around 75 meters back,
and keep the motor running

so much for the much as such
so munch for the mash is slush

is less familiar or nostalgic?

a second signifier
in the brassy bowl?

all systems grow

and this bird you CAN change!

This looks almost too good to be a garage.

History is almost as important as its content.

America’s a nation too – remember that.

perhaps the low points
of being at the top of the mountain
are lower than the high points of the valley

not on your life;
your death is negotiable

It’s never just about finding the guts.
It’s about reaching deep down in your guts
and finding the guts
to eat the guts
you have found.

Fear is exactly the type of tool you love to use
because it works so well.

The idea of firing off a flare gun
gives no light.

Treat a good idea like a marmoset –
clean of dirt, dead skin and parasites –
and it might just reward you with
marmoset pups you need to get rid of.

bird flying through cemetery

a bird
flying home
through a grand cemetery
flies faster feeling the chill of death
on his wings
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
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
a simple process


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