then

register the rhyme
in the shells of bells
in misprints in the mailbox
in the purple hues of swells

in the modest alternative pray
from the lips of a volunteer nun
in the habit of holy bray
a repertoire for the answering sun

the drinking satellite
the star-crossed megabyte
the seek after it’s baffled
the deep fog walls the addled night

throw the luggage in the river
and space back to the sky
we’re staying here to
melt our diamonds
turn them to an alibi

we’re self-cubed
shifting wreckers
on stale spoilt medicine
the night begins at 6:30
but who can say what happens then

a house don’t make a you

collage poem

the long beams of light beam long

fewer forms
more fewer still
cut down the trees
and grew the mill
built a great house
on a great hill
and who are you to say
where is that mill today

slower feet
wore slower tracks
put up the bees
and stole their wax
built a great house
with two guest shacks
and who are you to say
where is that wax today

tamer gags
bore tamer laughs
then sideways notes
across the staffs
burned in a fire
before skin grafts
and who are you to say
where are those songs today

mounting flouwers on our shoulders

ours is not the bourse
ours are not the hours
no one would bouy our hourse
so we choupped it into flouwers

we bouked it into biscouts
each one the size of boulders
then we choupped them into oumlettes
mounted oumlettes on our shoulders

but no one would drive our hourse
so we rounted a U-Houl
drouve out to Mountana
boult our ouwn Great Woul

then we choupped it into oumlettes
shaped our oumlettes into flouwers
mounted flouwers on our shoulders
poucked ten poutals each 2 hours

but in Mountana it’s a croume
to loutter the ground with flouwers
so thou houled us ouff to joul
nouw we count awouy the hours

thounking ’bout bouking hourses into biscouts
mounting flouwers on our shoulders
choupping shoulders into oumlettes
drouving hourses into boulders

fire works repeatedly

fire
works
repeatedly
a note
a shattered windshield
the abstract flower
certain frequently occurring compounds
with an earthier, warmer connotation of
CANCEL. Cancellation. Cancelled. Canceller. Cancellers. Cancelling
as one who speaks to
melt away
as one who
should have
no such thing, none in the world, nothing whatever, nothing at all, nothing on earth,
not a thing detached
or out of tune, out of place, out of season

out of the normal chain of
rational command
this is an up-to-date repository of all my
fallacy of vision
such stuff as dreams are made
at odds with the world
out of their element remaining
left behind the left over all
all-embracing all-important all-inclusive all-pervading all-round
behaviours beholden
on a doorstep or
behind a bookshelf
any phrasing
even
THE BEAUTIFUL
allay allayed allaying
consistent with
the relative perception of
the pre-human stage in our collective
surface

in order to make it so
we’ve switched out the
no such thing, none in the world,
nothing at all, nothing what so ever, nothing on earth
at variance with
THE SEA
the subliminal elements
brought to us by
the forces used to be
quite vague on those matters

like that fire
which works our works
worms our wounds
flickers off and on
repeatedly

The Model Where No One Works and Everyone Has a Jetpack

The basic problem of Humanity writ large
is the manifestation of actual humans, witless and small.

If two heads are better than one, at which quantity of heads do you start seeing diminishing returns and just keep adding more mouths to heed?

It’s difficult to make a decent buck off exorcisms in Indianapolis,
but you can’t blame a man for lying.

Continue until intervention –
it’s the modern way to stop.

Reporters Without Leaks helped produce All Things Being Equal
a custom state of fake exchange getting the word out of The Chicago Sun-Times.

I’m not asking what the picture will look like.
I’m asking what the focus will look like.

I’m not asking who’s on dirt,
I’m asking who’s on wreckin’.

What if I threw in the rooms with the house too?

If you like the idea of the result,
under which conditions would you not love 10 results?

If you don’t know six ways to Sunday,
why not trying learn ten and pick the six that stick?

If you try to think only of the absence of smoothness,
beware of falling into the rut of thinking about the smoothness.

Correlation does not imply causation,
unless “correlation” is the safe word
for “stop doing ‘Sexy Terminator Voice.’”

I didn’t mean to burst your bubble, but I really needed to I see if my pin was
still sharp.

A Tea Party that doesn’t make ample room for some
good old-fashioned tea-bagging would seem to lack a certain gayness.

I kept asking for more, but all I got were mores.

Is graduate-level economics where you finally figure out the model
that gives you guns AND butter?

Is post-doctoral-level economics where you finally figure out the model
were no one works and everyone has a jetpack?

step stainless step

step stainless step
daughter damaged daughter
bombs under bombs
slaughter ending slaughter
falls dripping falls
fails dropping fails
faint falling faint
nails failing nails
trance talking trance
grudges bumping grudges
further forms further
sludges seeping sludges
fills parting fills
parts filling parts
breeds breeding breeds
arts starting arts
skirt blameless skirt
mother ransacked mother
guns thunder guns
smother ending smother

 

10 Aphorisms

Always err on the side of sedatives.

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth without a two-way mirror.

Measure twice, cut once. Measure three times, triangulate always.

Stay in school, unless it’s slowly flooding or being demolished.

It takes a village to raise a child the exact height of all the people in the village using a manual winch.

Vampires do not throw a shadow, but they do throw knives on occasion.

Your reach should exceed your grasp, but not enough that you get a reputation for being handsy.

Stick to your guns the way food sticks to your ribs.

Walk softly, but carry a loud stick.

Experience is the best teacher, except in cases of your own death.

any saviors due

typewriter pathologist
machining paper
parapets
such things
as thimble fire
and desired edifice

what’s made
when days are through
any standing dray
any savoury you

daughter of the parapets
desiring paths
the paper rests
in thimbles’ fire
things made less

what are days
when making’s through
any draining stray
any saviors due

this is the prayer I found

At one time, hung under the thatch, to protect the house from evil, sickness, bad luck, and most importantly fire, this is the prayer I found:

Artery Ascent,
Mushroom Bookends,
The Similarity,
Non-Breaking Spaceship,
Colossus and Workstation Residue,
Scepters of Follicles,
Radiogram Scatters,
Late Frails,
Membrane On Membrane
Boarding Projections,
Fieldmouse Nothings and
New Bookie Imbeciles,
Envoy Activity
Reproduced in Orphan Bog,
Housebreaker,
Dressmaker,
Texture and Thatch,
World Wound Round,
Music of Neuron Foundry,
Fit Sceptics of Reality,
Early Rails in Late Bloom,
Ordinary Nags:

as a memento –
concertinas
conquerors
fiend
notices
present thanks
and imbroglios
little-known
marauders
disposition-
simple
xylophones
in Brooklyn
where American
litter
teals
thermal
surgeons of
spectres
frames and
ordinary
nails
the common
joust
the boxes
problem
and the
schoolchild
served
as a
mental
note

the socket for
marbles
enzymes
imitations
from a
quintet
equal particles
ash-
can
factotum
from
orthodoxy
with
the accompanying
Bohemian
transfusion
preserve
broadside articulation
femurs
resist
in uplift
litter
bugs
open
an argot of
reverberations
poison
as a memoir
for the so
seemed
eon-
point
skeleton oscillation
fife
notions
and
eels exit
saying
surmises
of
joy
as an exercise
Amen.

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