Sunday, April 9, 2017

Gnostic Two Bagger

like taking a shit in the Taj Mahal.    
       -Leonard Baskin

Four up
Edition of 160
White horse

In tents
Chief Wets It Assiniboine
under canvas flap

Lenny's totemic
No middle name
aswim on planks

The bodiless barter
endless Denizens of camp
regurgitate and gasp

Chisel bequeaths boy
and bug
Boy & bugs

Tuesday abbreviated workout

Lasik surgery
Olive garden
Hepatitis C
Oil of Olay
‎Home advisor
Let's make a deal
Bold and beautiful

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Laziness is the source

Inextricable bond
phantom with the same mess
wrap around reality
absorbed in compulsory
It felt telepathic

Laziness is the source

To exist is one thing
at 8 o'clock noon is perceived
the story of a british man
Friday's precarious unease

If ecstacy is frugality of need
(I mean the joy of barely covering it)
As if duplicated in countless
walks they ignore
& give up on science

The real coup reserved
for riding in the sun
A woman now dead
not a nose but more relaxed
naked or clothed in extensive folds
bearing intimately w/itself
The opposite fr(e)ud
herding together its litany
It's not awake it's not
the get up & go
it's not the voice

Laziness is the source

Jewel of modular design
Closed for undeserved pleasure
Abducted with poison
Marching on foot

Why is there nothing rather than something
Scapegoat headfirst
& by diversity sentenced
by the fumes of indigestion
by the vapor of charcoal
by this friendly yet anxious night

After cruel slaughter
provision with cicadas
sanctuary with aching bones

Laziness is the source

Phrases punctuate the quest
False appearance in the place
reserved for words Sleep
tireless voyeur of image
Susceptible to happiness
vertigo of implacable flesh
indifferent to questions
to the physics to come

ps. stunned to be streaming
the greatest
head first in chaos
we lose our dogs our youth
our love to suppose
terror the ability to remember
to bite
the ship awake


Here come the sighs
distinct ingredient or advent
how one belongs
ingression notwithstanding
Survived non-neutral slug
bullet or bourbon
Yowling gulls
in more technical terms
a creepy crawler
Not requisite for contradiction
I’d love to make
friends with maritime guide
mistaken for tavern law
‎Each presweetened song
deleted stanza by stanza
each upworthy plunge
each ceasefire
means poetry undone
The sign said please
stop viral uncertainty
stop abandoned son

Monday, February 27, 2017


    Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of Humor 
    itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven. 
                                             - Mark Twain

I voted for the comedian for dog catcher
Rodney Dangerfield for the supreme corpse

I voted against the socialization
of inner life but lost

I is so evil, it tells on itself
poems like so many politicians

Then we listened to Leslie Gore’s It’s my party
adopted as 28th amendment

Indescribable in & outs
parking is such sorrow

Unstorifiable & zipless
at mile high club

Footballers rooting
for mongrel collision no Pitbull

39 instances in 14 documents
governed by cigars & champagne

I heart poultry
watching sausage being made

The clown laid out on cobwebs
hits me until the typos hurt

No more clean and jerky
no more snatch & grab

no more 1000 dollar necklace
trapped in this cocoon

waiting for them to come 
& eat me

Monday, February 20, 2017

New logo for geode

Leaning in
in plastic embrace

Desire for ear
for nosebleed for another
cloak in M-dash
Mother of all intimate touch

Similes or
less words

Colony Collapse Disorder

I flushed my masculine
product down the tubes
‎All four eyes
one at a time

Sequence preset to concrete
If boundaries = death
all threats ascend
to the power of verse

My analogue queen
is Miss Recognition
the beauty contestant
who lost her aesthetic powers

Beyond cognition
My jealous god skipped
ahead to read backwards
Let’s drink to Heimlich maneuvers

Out with it Dear!
I was yours
truly an oddity
in search of an end

Monday, February 6, 2017

Jesus draws a blank

There is no scene
No revolution of I don't care
All bullshit jobs
Birkinis & bikinis
because recognition will kill us

No middle way to worry
No alien vernacular
No varnish stain
winnowing its way upstream
We sprang to – to soil
life in the soft buzz
of the topical cave

Failing to learn each according to each
failing to embrace each shadow made
because despondency
because I mean who are you
some ‎Girl band
pirate with that labored look
stolen at the scene of production

You're free to think
what’s unhoused and dirtier
‎at elitist Dog and Pony
subject to this
Kingdom of Pure affection
enjoying communal bath
Purity the echo that contradicts