HAT RED & ORANGE ALL OVER

    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

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
syllables
less words
Letters
less
phonemes

‎

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

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