Trespass to Chattels

No shirt no shoes

problem of history’s veil

the better to invent what lacks direction

Mix white flour

to taste reciprocal measure

Take off the other body

better behavior figures its ground

selling the sandwich

rhetoric preserves the baser instincts

I’ll take domination with a side of

the real of course

Nothing authorizes

Emotive machines

like colorblind Zombies

Character Count

“If reason be judge, no writer has produced such inconsistent characters as nature herself has.”

 “… he was, in the extremest sense of the word, a stranger.”
            -H. Melville

It translates confidence
Epoxy to hold my brother
it holds with two quick slaps
one part primal then the fix

We vote with our feet
Between seeing & being seen
between making a shoe
& finding a buyer for the shoe

I heard the all points I saw the man
Seeking stranger with two jobs
poet with the stinging cheeks
wilder mongrel propped up for song

Training ones ear to disrupt
to engage uncivil verse
as strange as the orchid
voting for wasps