Thursday, October 18, 2018

Book of business

Misdemeanor of body props
prosaic error breathed & ministered
I mistook my candy cane for your cotton candy
our ghosts are now riot ready
I am saying here’s the rub
there is too much ownership
possession is 9 parts stealth & 1 part domination
sold by the hour how
to import hash value how
to ignore the invariant details
the error regulated
& stormed out of bounds

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Poem in the form of labor

Description is not enough
The soft Buddhism of your lips
twinned voices to intoxicate my singularity
when each of us were many

There can be no umbrella no diagram to trace
the retreat of advancing troops
no treadmill that hits for the so-called cycle
no analog of tree
no coveralls to save Mr Green Jeans
Nothing to unpack The Fantastic Four
just me & Invisible Girl together for the first time

Episode 1: duel of force & relation
How the subject fails to swallow
totality rejuvenated by jam
this is our toast to destruction

Episode 2: green room
Caught in the alien lights
I have been wiped and swattled
O how I have been wiped and swattled

Thought bubbles written behind my back
deposited in the currency of pleasure & pain
So much depends upon
the logic of the presupposed Earth
Freedom and domination co-constituted
Scaffold to ponder scaffold
to execute that killer app
to render the privilege of comic mode
aswim in individual shadow
away from the brutalism of sun
your self-valorizing value forms a business plan
for monsters by monsters

Dear Mr Fantastic it is time to go
Time to kill value - what’s the use - before fact
Character first in a structure that compels
each step confirming the prior step
the strangeness of her lips
Dark wallnuts & grey willows
subjective invisibility
inserts exclamation for The Thing!
this time featuring Human Torch

Sunday, October 14, 2018

I want to be inside that outside


Radiant Constantinoples
Middle finger companion piece
Carat cake for malingerers

Cleavage cleavage
We all fall down

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
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

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Sophistry will tell

What the words did
or whose grimace left me undone
Bearded lady younger than she actually was
but time folds
subject to appearance
Doubled white the mask
she resembles the mimes
& the skin (which was Andy
Warhol's famous problem)

Is there no moral they said
Run don't walk or look don't think
Two magazines loaded
Definite articles
it's the younger taller
versus what - the taller bolder
One must manage one
self as a slate wiped clean

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Dear friend of species in their readers

Reason hates me 
marbling meat hooks for what 
for panic and uneven character

I slipped the up word into the down draft
As if my primate rewires habit 
into less visible gains

I love mysteries, eye rolls
What never truly gets inside
X automatically equals X or Y

Signs affirmative or not
Words swallow their neighbors but do not become them
Confined to the body because smallness

Because exclusivity breeds only itself
ending in decline
Against your singular church

Against the jealous Cops
Let us drink to the end of orthodoxy
to the ticket that says ‘admit one’ 

More alive than have ever been dead
Millions wash themselves in light of the moving image
Let us stop here

before poets become polytheists
clowns of fiction
accountants of vigor & empire

before fists of reason 
commit precision 
Militant curiosity 

instrumental at each point
Before thought ascends
& pompous dictates prove nothing

before slag forms 
& carbon rises
before I reach inside to curtain night

Monday, January 22, 2018

The Con of Words

after Canetti

Marched to the city gates
A ban on barricades
bred and raised

Stop here to forget
Spinoza’s run on sentences
Stop to embrace the dog of time
not easily roused‎

Receptive to whistles above

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

The Best Response

Gave it the old one two
affirmative thump
knock twice for No

The three of us
detourned content
‎as he went down

One steps up on it
as a new continent
wimpered like a dog

Let us assume no assumptions
derivative outlawed
the moon's repetitions

Gaia’s bindweed
against immanence
stowed away at inner core‎

Decision wants
the generous pour
unmeasured glee

To run up alongside
each illegible memoir
surveilling future

For the world’s faceplant
Beeswax plunder
‎Hive fives

To flush away grievance
I don’t need your poem
‎tooting its horn

Some cowboy dialectic
against the non-poetic
theory of poetics

Monday, January 1, 2018

Man from UNCLE

Character acting
said the Methodist
I got to hand it to her

As we travel from apple to orange
betrayed by a kiss
metonymy never tasted so good

Dear Conrad
In the mad-house of tragic mopers
beneath your shadow

Mechanical Turk exchanged
pawns beheaded bishops
No antidote for what feeds on its own

no upside for Brownshirts
no piece of work
no downside for blackcake surrealists

Because rehearsed & scorned
because lower limit chivalry
Charity full stop