Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The nude foundation


No change of clothes
I turned the page
for mere subsistence
hunting to gather
no economic apparatus
guided by wounds
visible to all outsiders

Each morning one constructs a face
Cash for clothes
looking to cross
the mount of material expression
Moonstruck on the bridge

Implicit leakage
cinched up pants in primary colors
Aloha shirts
cotton based nightware
stitched in gold
3 piece loungewear
enamel shoes
eyeglasses at comically sharp angles
short permanent waves
smoking at home
modified school uniforms
inhaling paint fumes
hilarious bitmap
snot machine for
failed truants
some ride vehicles some do not

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Tick Tock Philosophy

"Forensics is eloquence‎ and reduction"  -Gertrude Stein


This was trying to make - at some point - a point about Bergson's inadequate notion of time - which emphasizes a "continuity of becoming" - rather than a more Whiteheadian "becoming of continuity."  Perhaps it is a strange defense of Baudelaire -- against the Poundian: "la continuite (sic) n'est pas artificiel" (pardon the French, pardon the hellish mistranslation) - Baudelaire had a book "les paradis artificiels" - which Pound had a problem with.  


Ferocity plus disinterest
equals what?
Celebrity against
failure
I means business
to write shorter bursts
Hors d'oeuvres that live up to their name
(outside the work)

Just kidding but
seriously doesn't anyone understand
"purpos‎iveness without purpose"
(think aimless goals, accidental design)
This ain't no roadside picnic
but who cares?

Yes, I don't care
Don't force me to compete
stronger in the tumult
Of the many
Of the no more
Of the don't ask don't tell

That stabbing sensation
Times out
Quarter horses
To soar or sing
Of damage
Irrelevant to pleasure

The concept engine
Con game
Cruelty for a day
For ideal card counts and thieves
Thumbed under the sign
Cleansed in comfort
Lacking vision

Monday, July 16, 2018

Muscle memory (pause of play)


Somewhere in the history of chewing gum
the oscillation of molars
Involuntary vision
separates form & concept

In the dirt collector’s dream   
little nouns aerate soil
What does not kill
brackets us one bug at a time

Improbable but with full orchestration
At ease with unease
Only the dead know nothing
what is it to live
to block the thought that arrives
to sustain affirmative forgetting
Rushing station to station
to lose the habit
one pays to acquire
so-called histories
with the more musical names
Rumba or Cha-Cha
Rhomboid dream whose felt operands
map out incongruent math
to clear Parades of equations

How sound rises to swallow thought
The weight of the tongue a tourniquet where
words check themselves at the door

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Celebrity Zombie


Shook hands with John Cage
Dreamt I was Vincent Price
Kissed Harrison Ford on the mouth

Dracula never had it so good
Guns on stun
$3M in Fentanyl at Central Park West

I met Shelley on a plane from LA
But she wasn’t‎ monstrous enough
See how she sobs

‎Running from the camera
It’s the end of the burrito
That should be the Beatles

When belonging doesn't rhyme
It all comes down to specimens  
26 years of Plato’s forms

‎She actually said I adore myself
Time for a Tyranny timeout   
I’d like you to meet the walking dead

Picasso’s grunt
He was both a positive & negative assist
More than one Signatory

But refused to cash the check
Written out to Lyric Poetry
Without the hormones

Monday, June 11, 2018

If the broom fits


      -after the Yerbamala collective & SR

This next poem is called Infection
Phenotype eye poison
or how we are infected with whiteness

The unstoried poet touchtypes
It’s his mother’s dictate
Gender’s abandoned punchcard

Tell him to tell it to the dead
the Irish joke already gone
These fists of mine

Bled in from mixing
the color of epidemic
captured or orphaned

I heard the food hit the floor
3 second rule but ate it anyway
2 lovely sons

Listened to 4 saints
but lost it at 3 card monte
2 one-hundred franc notes

Paris flea mart 
near parochial school
I see your city

& surrender it
I see you in such a metropolis
Mother of figure & line

She said welcome cavemen
welcome conquests
so long ritual onslaught

This next poem is called
If the broom fits (witch)
it is time to ride

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Capitalism & Climate Change


It depends on what ‘is’ is
Errant scare quotes if the world is
actually immersed
in lost positives
or imagined dynamics
(I'll take false cons for 100 please)

Trapped in amber
ampules at Grasse
vials and beakers
actual essence unfolding
in the aroma of the golden lab

History lost
in the empire of always already
alive in vampiric fake history
Not sure the world actually is

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Death Wish for Dummies



I’ll take Hume’s mere object
Psychic add-in’s for 100
Placebos & power grabs
What is piece of cake addiction
Booty traps & Pooh Bears

‎Spontaneous & equally immune
What’s the point if we can’t have fun
It’s General Grant’s call to play
He who loves personal ads
magic and divination
the study of books long vigils
licentious pleasures
superstitions of Egypt

Let us drink to frozen images of ourselves
to the blue faction of insects
to Cirrus Cumulus
to the Animus of all containers
to what reality looks like
Nature or The Receptacle
Let us drink to the world
to seeing and being seen, to elbow room
to consciousness & discomfort
to sentience & lack of control