Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Paint Makes the Man

room
comes when a man’s reason is away
full about these clothes and
to entomb itself
superiority on its part perhaps
paint makes the man     and that’s all
it was as if     there on display
group or a whole country’s horizons

 found a nail that long on the stairway
 found rain on the skylight an entire mist
 fill em up here surprise that there was
 a pill when opened december already
 grand lit square of sandstone downtown’s river drifting in
 contraband bite accompanied by dunes     settlers






from Cyclone Fence (2017)

Friday, September 14, 2018

W'

        w        it 
 w        here
 iding
 in        mym        outh?
 the       ni’ll
 tilif        indy        ou
 myear        y
 ou
 myear




from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Heat of the Meeting

i was burning the globe of the identical
slow liquid eye
but it generates smoke though it's hard to believe

this flow drawn
eros and thanatos
also freely

and love like a second thought
i can hear breath
in this warm        that heat
and in hell
and yet when you draw back
nineteen forever
i feel the coolness

rocketing like generals        nuclear cephalus
this is not the last look possible
if that kind of love
in the slow        could you not want it warmer
want the heat of that meeting
this comfort only once?




from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, July 6, 2018

Taste

they build themselves in your finger
if your knees work      rips      the lizard is waiting
to a seaside dream
that were halved by half ready:
 you don't remember eyes and
 you don't remember shrieks
 too dry for a fever
 i was supposed to basketball
 as you walked down to mandalay
dead gangsters' hearts right inside your pantsleg
you're not supposed to or loose enough in the tropics
popcorn        passenger ships
when you saw it work enough saxophone to find out

ah the road to mandalay
where the frozen dinners play

play
in thirty years of roads about to go off
in the vision is being taste
in popcorn
in saxophone
it isn't easy giving feet without one
is it worth   taste?
that you saw in       taste?
to afterwards         taste?
you thought of        taste?
whatever              taste
carries that theology
the door opened
and a guitar rumbled
a giant pizza appeared on his bedroom ceiling
taste
he said







from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, June 15, 2018

Archaeological Site

call a plumber!
this helicopter
                     is digging
                  between my temples!
        french fries!
jail!       shoulders!
     knit flags!
politics are my balls!
ape hair    all over the floor!
the middle of dogs doesn't even have
its rubble cleared!
sundays     forbidden
are sold with more sanctity than confetti or scarecrows!
please!
call a plumber!
my walls have been running
and i haven't seen them
for weeks!  






from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Culture

i have to check your history at four-thirty
all the roman ruins of dehydrated bacteria
all the viral cave paintings of galloping infections
all stretched up and down among the hills and dips
of all the beggars holding previous diagnoses in their broken paws

but now     i want you to take this
volume of medical lore that i’ll leave you on your nightstand
look through the pictorial representations
tomorrow i’ll give you real ones in a vial
the art from the museum of my soul
the winding and unwinding of the dna of my own civilization
the light that transcends glass
to make its own moon on the wall so to speak
can you sing?     can you sing to this?
your notes will float you away
this cave art newly manufactured
these paintings made of smoke
this memory of their genesis too hot to hold
for longer than the second it takes your mouth to say lifetime





from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, May 7, 2018

Wall Awe

noW ALL AWakE
alL nOW awake
awake All now
alL AwaKE now
AWaKe now all
NOw aWAke aLL









from Cyclone Fence (2007)

For the Resistance -- Be Woke!

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Achilles

bronze challenge development
development challenge bronze
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challenge development bronze
bronze development challenge




from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, March 19, 2018

Last Purchase

civilization won't let you in at the table top
thing in the cold
unaware of
part of you
the dream    cool
of jungle under your hands
the part of
when your throat hurts

but often death is less organic but you
a short fast life
these live in    as the clouds move
last purchase
the flood is too cozy
you can't    see them
part of you    the part you    the part of
and can't for the freeze









from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Buckets of Talk (for Judy)

the throatiness of your voice
naked
like a rug
of fine jungle under your words

i walk home stolen
part of my brain    social
a mythical breakdown
a mysticism of canals
someone mistook me
almost
hid behind a skin
a shield of leather
haphazard radio sputtering around my fingers

water runs uphill
fish fly upside down
hills rise past the point
where you can see them touch the sky
safe in its vast blue ocean

buckets of talk
liquid joy
a fish came home in good weather
after a long walk in the desert
your voice travelling
under its fins



from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, February 2, 2018

The Measure of What You Asked For

saint ophelia is a beautiful town
so bring me the sleeping bar net
pit him a lot of opera
and careful not to follow the directions of just any dust mote
not the king    not the warrior
just open space on prairie wisdom

a painted box on a dresser made of bear fat
she opens it and pours out a song about weasel heads
why they're whimpering    what she did to earn that
this time a hand plunged into time in search of its own body
then caressed itself in a hairy cling
    the interloper that will marry but will not be translated
    the anger unseen of midnight at an unopened door
    while decoded missile controls chatter among themselves
    that such a child will be as we

so this guy goes into a bar    says
give me the flying dead crows of my despair
so the bartender takes out a crowbar    says
all wings are the essence of flight
would you like a double?





from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Friday, January 19, 2018

Fable

someone else should tell you the story
about the day all the people
turned into pigeons

suddenly all the buildings were taller
and you could fly to the top
of any building you’d choose

   then    near dawn
   six a m the next day
   everybody changed back 

   nobody could fly anymore
   but everyone around
   had a new sense of wonder
   every time they looked anywhere
   even down to the ground

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

The Return

at ten-thirty the forest closes down
the animals come into the coffeehouse
you can tell which animals are which
by their gait and their posture

some of the animals have to stay outside
giraffes are too tall for the ceiling
whales are too wide for the door
the imaginary ones    the ones beyond mythology
the ones you can’t see anyway
probably got in here first

they fill up all the empty spaces here
you breathe them    they breathe you
the latest taste of your coffee lingers
the drama within you is something that
you’re not sure you know anymore
but somehow you feel
more comfortable about it








Monday, December 18, 2017

End of the Great Migration

look    dream you requested
aren't the ones?

we had a very small thought tonight
destiny cat-smiled
oh    no    i whispered then
            another wheel to observe
            then we'd have walked rickety
            not seeing there are other car parks
            tinny music    bumper car range
            families with toy kids

              i was
              generous balloon
              expanding well

                 he other world's dark outside
                 you can hear it yowl
                 and i    just one national crisis
                 played rainbow on the front steps
                 it was too early ahead as time
                     so i petted the spider and her covered wagon
                     the whole pirate family
                     listened
                     sometimes i'm my own grandfather






from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Babel

In reality there were many towers at Babel, each built by a different manner of being, and in reality few of them fell. The others continued to exist, each invisible and irrelevant to all outside of itself, all eventually forming a network. On tower became the lungs, another the bones, a third the skin, a fourth the heart. Those towers that had fallen formed the brain, babbling at once in many languages, with all of the babblers totally deaf to one another.



from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Coffee Shoes

found nothing sexual with of shoes
blind spots
and finds the golden rhinoceros milk
several houses down    pissing it off
guy five years of
red fur cup phone color of the traffic
where they serve coffee straight

practicing    five too young to drink it for you
some guy gets before a robe and his shoes are jealous

the red upstairs caesar paint! 
red slipped or burnt toast!
loving it this read neon sign reason to
awful here trading t-shirts for logo caps
blue suede drapes gone red!

here    somewhere
some guy gets tundra tongue
existential crisis machine
too cool for loopdy loop
cars in your coffee    gasoline in your gut
your feet hot inside    angry shoes crushed inside them
look!    up there!    it's the ceiling!





from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, October 2, 2017

News Report from the Front

like the skull tattooed inside of my skull
like the teeth in the crotch of your elbow
like the knives at the end of each finger as you wave
i am only watching as the sun fades into the swamp

waiting for the brazen caterwaul of the owl
with steer horns and a dead child's face
waiting for its chess move to your chess move
bishop captures knight and eats him without genuflection

we are protected in this house    here
on stilts as the bombs roll the swamp and all the agony
is as beneath our sight as someone else's genitalia
cheats fantasy and only the report
of shriek and afterward moan decides

on this our vigilance screen the cameras swing
deeper into the water and dirt
we are told what to believe    we are protected    how joyous






from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Monday, September 11, 2017

After Max Ernst

now    that    now    that
the the the the
fist is clenched
firecracker explodes
maid scours
wind trims

there on that hill
why haven't they been reported to me?
calendar gun
bottom of the bear fine cilia
forward like that ourselves
like an aphid

ground ground ground ground
fumes fumes fumes fumes
understand how to accommodate yourself
with stalactites as puff pastry








from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Cell

imagine any protozoan cell
as a room full of people
nucleus large as an elephant in the middle of the conversations
that people can gawk at
and cilia invisible on the other side of the wall
taking the whole shebang on its way through town

people flow    talk flows
the whole party flows like the totality of plasma
the cowboy stands up there on the butte    pale horse beside him
watches the protozoan row itself giddily through town
down the main street with its lights
cilia happily playing themselves off walls and windows
imagine his laughter

his chaps    the leather of his chaps
his saddle    his horse
all the other various membranes that float through space
all the laughter    all the stillness
all the enclosed laughter






from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Blood of My Radio

my radio's blood
    is quaint    evanescent
it seeps into air without touching wood or metal
animals on strange planets worship it
    its grease
    the major tourist attraction
    in thirteen cathedrals

i would kneel to it
but its rhythms
are too irregular
could not sustain
a rodent
even one
wearing an officer's uniform
or a business suit
and holding its breath

so as an entrepreneur
i'm out of business
i can't even sell
its source
since it comes in in waves from someplace else
and my radio's blood
is only a translation
before its own language is conquered
and it disappears




from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Hands in Mist

children of dead alibis those with wide-eyed alligators
in this nightclub district in the politics of fire
bring careful mice not the king already
he must not be asleep this time

of refrigerators not stomachs we are waiting for you
in a heap    of slag ham
combing the feathers on the wings of our sandals
a box on the table    already we whisper and caress

   already they passed the eyeball hand to hand
   and sat on the chair of forgetfulness
   where they made squeamish babies
   stingers comfortable as stingers
   horses asleep in the airplane hangars
   apples dancing in a war of elevator logic

siren is a voice of someone startled
medusa didn't stone us she just turned us to smoke
we are here    an atmosphere    you are here





from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Automobile Landscape

he who joys among buses like sharks' teeth
could criticize curses
the woes that go here define the current so swim anyway

and particularly a static land
traffic jams for the centuries
collection of stomachs
a landscape of undetached sleeves
a place that's almost impossible
who would have looked more than i know your vistas

who needs so
upfront:
     1) always be also
     2) heaven and it me
     3) because it's salty and covering their wheels
     4) are not mold wipers

the other source of limousines:
     1) be a mystery to myself
     2) relax and breathe deeply
     3) springing sounds next door
     4) brainfads toward loving broth

someone i love like a motorpurr
repeat to me:
     1) has large eyes
     2) hourglass
     3) a boy wants
     4) uncursed and exotic
     5) hubcap



from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Gold House

here    downtown
is the ruse with spare for animals
is the great house he's told servants guards
fear everyone to call into pretending

he's god    a hall of mirrors to fool himself
emperor and that he lives on a farm
tempered or that this is really his nature
seize food    with wilderness near

   he wears his house on a hill on his head
   crown badge sycophant veracity
   a small hat   shapes subtle when he bounces
   a mall fever colors seem to move forever
   town in no matter that stay no matter how long
   beware in his head his subjects remembering







from Cyclone Fence (2007)

Note: This poem was originally about Nero and political paranoia. These days it may be interpreted as being about another political figure.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Palmyra

the bright pink painted on the woman's fingernails
is awake and makes live the worn brown of the door
even more than her smile or the reflection of her sunglasses

   she strides into a brick coffeehouse
   and when she comes out she's
   twenty minutes older

the deal    agreed to there
twenty minutes of life for twenty minutes of table
twenty minutes of life for
everyone in the place
yes watch her with the vivacity
of sunbeams reflected on the window
of the red van parked across the street

   the tattoos like smoke
   adhere to her arm
   in the heat of this weather

even doorjambs are sensitive to her memory
so when she walks in here the house of bright colors
salutes her    she stays    life whirls    then she leaves
a mere twenty minutes older    close
to the age she was in ur    athens
rome    palmyra    when at first lively and unafraid
she entered into the house of liveliness
she is joyous in leaving    as she was in entering
and her happiness spreads to anyone
who aspires to watch her





Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Journey in the Plague Year

you cannot hide    the cancer cells
clean as smokestacks through the clouds
inevitable
as fingers on your hand    (growing
extra ones)    there is no villa that will hide us
each one is cancered over with moss
the countess' coach is wrecked enroute
the wolfpack builds around it
scarred and scrawny
growing extra ones
above the trees is factory smoke






from Cyclone Fence (2007)