po mo o no po no o mo o mo po no no po o mo o po no mo no mo po o mo o po no no o po mo o o o o po mo po nofrom Purgatorial (2004)
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
po mo
Saturday, September 22, 2012
If Another
if i had a hamburger for every fingernail lost at sea i would be codfish
if i were a tin can of marmalade fewer bandages would get lost in the tundra
all of this is true somewhere
so soothe yourself
moisten the tiles on your roof
the shingles over your eyes
cry upside-down
laugh to the fish
tell them mountain-climbing jokes
from Purgatorial (2004)
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
1350 AD
i remember the hour when only rich men could possess fish because the legs of fish were too expensive for common people to polish
i remember the taste of gold paint on my tongue
merlin asked us to construct his castle of air we all breathed in and out then out and in then exhaled mightily and the countryside flickered and the film began
i remember silver tunics on mice rats dressed in black with white lacquered crucifixes at their necks i remember the fleet river carrying its tribute of dead garbage bags to the thames
i hold a lantern the link between your sinews: are you the link between pieces of cloth?
his teeth fizz as he contemplates the immanent death of several articles of clothing
from Twisted History (1999)
Saturday, July 28, 2012
As If You'd Added to Your Flesh
once the electronic is looking for you camels are no longer imaginary
everyone agrees broken pieces of detectives are traded at pawnshops
as if you'd added to your flesh as if you'd added
get it back four months and twenty days you made languages about
brush away the crusty lining you warm to the mice
under her consciousness you have civilization under the fingernails
under her consciousness you have fingernails like civilization
under her civilization you have flesh like consciousness
from The Troubles (1993)
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Leap
tomorrow i leap tomorrow the rest of the world leaps with me leaps fences leaps bridegrooms bridges hotel siestas the kind of wool found only in plantlife broken bricks tired eyes enema asphyxiation lights the color of night warrens smooth diamonds furry wrenches hot dogs chilled cats dirty rats of all sizes and dimensions of nod all the things you never need your housebroken home in the suburbs of mudville unlike casey we will leap and leap and leap and land leaping on new ground
from Thebes (1991)
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
people walking
people walking / their heads
in fishbowls
my dear / the moon
is full tonight
from Thebes (1991)
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Pomp and Circumstance
i once thought of life as a play one's own play with one's seat center stage for the duration
but now i think that that isn't true that one's life really is a play that all the characters one knows are in it that they are all in the play their entire lives and still that one's one's own main character but that that character is born and dies in the middle of the third act
originally published in Transcendant Visions (2012)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Three Dictionary Poems
I free: a political of speech being able to ease frankness
II ice: damaged come motionless cover with to preserve formal or ice cream
III fragile: to break it and staring
from Oedipus' First Lover (2009)
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wall Awe
noW ALL AWakE alL nOW awake awake All now alL AwaKE now NOw aWAke aLL
from Cyclone Fence (2007)
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Industrial Revolution Finally Expresses Itself
thank god your car screams when you set off the alarm from outside it
grey shadows chase in its intestines dreams of wrought iron cough out of its grillwork agony propels behind its blinded headlights
unlike blood unlike phlegm unlike flesh that knows to feed itself
this is metal we use to transport ourselves
that needs a kick from outside in order to say anything at allfrom Twisted History (1999)
Friday, May 4, 2012
Wall Street
get get get yi! yi! get get want want now now now now buy buy buy buy sell sell sell sell adding machine adding machine yi! yi! yi! yi! yoop yoop yoop yoop buy buy buy buy sell sell sell sell yoop yoop yoop yoop yi! yi! yi! yi!
put up the wall don't let the deer don't let the antelope infrom Twisted History (1999)
Thursday, April 12, 2012
How to Teach Your Kids to Be Smart About Money
time jars
most that when a dollar
on the sharpness of upturned wheels
one that as a changed child
in itself the screams
time jars
that make up for the whistle that's now smashed
family for others old by some act of terror
all the lives so strung out back over time
machinery at which hogs moved
expense patio on the desert
tooth pits choosing
but now complete animal carcass adventures
time jars
make game identifying
all the lives will grow from this
not even fire slipped on the blood
safe under the umbrella of a present time
once hooves will grow from this
an open pitted scream
o bury it you'll hear it yet
your hands grab the rail
the train coming at you any moment
originally published in Milvia Street (2010)
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Freud's Cigar
the heat you engender when you cut deep into the bone
its marrow imaginary as a subterranean river
dream of the voices that have kept you waiting
deep inside the meat of your computer
electrical waterways passages of zeroes and dots
open socket to a paradise that seems too wet to touch
and a clown's nose at the end of the trail
congratulations kid
you're in heaven
painted on the inside of your eye
is an image of the empire state building
in thirty or so years it'll have been there a century
it's still in front of your eyeball as you sleep
as you walk your leggy poodle round and round it
which leg the dog sniffs which leg to use
everything's a fire hydrant sometimes
and the butcher shop's closed
and all the loose bones are locked inside and safe
so which leg to lift now
which leg to lift
Originally published in Bay Area Poets Seasonal Review, Spring/Summer 2010
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
How to Wake Up Early
maybe it was light
reflected against my glasses in the early morning
but in the mirror the pupils of my eyes
had taken a feline shape
a straight line widened slightly at the center
vertically down the middle of my irises
i tilted my head to the side
inconclusive
looked again
the pupils had widened into circles
all the leonine adventure gone
if i'd believed in the vision at first
i'd had been relieved
as it was i sighed
no shape shifting this time
another chance at a new exciting life
gone like a worn-out toothbrush
the only part of the adrenaline left
the memory of a startled look on my face
(2010)
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Aardvark's Tale
like clouds out of a seamless sky she floats
in her peasant dress a full foot over subway tiles
aarvark and ant both raise heads to listen
trade eyes the ant eyes don't fit but aardvark
sees colors a train goes by into darkness
he thinks ice cream she digs his shades
and she gets off at the next station
past night
the day is down to holes in the sky / stars
and the spurs of latter-day businessmen hang blind in a corner
the train bounces streetlights try
to mock the slack in light and cars
pass by lit small
this light is constricted
he grabs time back
he can still see her heels even though he's
regained his eyes he retains the vision
let's say laughing sam's dice again
motivating inside his eyeballs
and she passes by before him again
and he walks along beside her agreeing
to get off together at the next station
past streetlights and blindness
he looks down
to see
his shadow under a streetlight
watching both of them
from Thebes (1991)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Telegraph Avenue Relic
i've walked down this street so many times
that they've set sidewalks over my footprints
even the pavement
is more transient than i am
i remember languages these buildings used to speak
in the stone ages before this century
hello black cat on the psychedelic poster
your green eyes are still following me in their madness
as old buildings resurrect across your path
and i continue my conversations with you
ohlone earth vaquero earth
student earth for over a century
all these earths would touch the soles of my shoes
if i could step through
they layers of footprints people have put down
beyond the fewer than seventy years
of my own
(2011)
Monday, February 20, 2012
Professionalism
i want to
get drunk
dead
this halfways water won't hold me
want to
go to the sleaziest alkie bar in san francisco
place even hookers won't go
professional place
watch some guy die of a heart attack on the floor
turn back
to my drink
get ruined my badge of professionalism made
on someone else's death
get drunk after proving
i'm beyond whoredom
drink it damn it drink
now an obligation
as my small patch to hold up
of the vast weight of a professional universe
from Bar Room Ballads (1992)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
New Year's
on this day of beginnings
nobody cares to begin anything
everybody's automobile has a hangover
all locomotive dreams outmoded
even the confetti has unwrapped itself along the streets
rolled after itself down the sewer grates home to bed
the sun rolls over sick
an icepack of fog lessens the pain
i am out looking for you new year
all the stores are closed
have you forgotten
all the promises we made each other
last night
when we were both drunk?
from Bar Room Ballads (1992)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Lady at the Bus Station
she was about my age
about thirty
about to remember where she was going
unless the going was unpleasant
then she'd just talk
and once she was sitting
you couldn't tell the crank
had put a bend in her back
ruby tuesday yesterday
she started on the kid behind her in line
who was wearing a walkman
and after hearing her chatter he lent it to her
to shut her up and maybe off
she marvelled probably forgetting
that she'd seen the things before
and put it on and sang along
in a voice made raw and naked
by cigarettes and whiskey
she sang through a few songs
and the line got longer
and she looked back at her followers
and looked bored stood up gave the walkman back
and said
i've got to go to the ladies' room
she left the bus left
she came out again
trying to remember where she was going
hoping for better companions
from Bar Room Ballads (1992)
Friday, February 3, 2012
Anticipatory Egg
in the small room of a tin can
on air wheels made stationary
sleeps a dragon smoking the afternoon
to dreams
and from his snout
in reflected greenness of the room
the simplicity of his smoke congests
and the dreams in the tin room
grow clear
as people walk by the tin can
on a day for a sunny day strut
inspired by the air and the fullness of a life
not all of them want to comprehend
the dragon dreams again
of hatching
from The Troubles (1993)
Friday, January 13, 2012
Urban Teenage Dream
all the chores are
the dinosaurs are
the red
bores are downstairs
in momma
so the view
in the hour
and sleep are
the time of night
of reality of car
from Thebes (1991)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Truth About Cars
i've always thought most cars are left as eggs by garbage trucks
out in the boonies
beyond rats
beyond city dumps
and far enough from people that no one will notice them
and when they hatch they're little things
like multicolored roaches
only meaner
that run all over fields and shear down crops
sythesizing the juice into gasoline
until they're big enough for highways
and their gasoline glands are gone
then they all crawl off to the city
and gang up in the streets like herds of dragon armadillos
meditate in masses behind traffic lights
and swarm in hordes once the lights have changed
frustrating the few city people
not pure drivers under the carapace
most people here
think most cars are kept
in individual homes in the suburbs
that's not true:
once their teem down city streets is done
they shrink
smaller than when they were hatched
and creep inside your head
like words from advertisements
that continue
their motorized mumble
until you buy yourself a car
that can join them
from Thebes (1991)
Friday, November 25, 2011
coffee mends
coffee mends
the holes in morning's curtains
coffee saves
your eyes at nod of night
death
where is the coffee you promised me?
from Thebes (1991)
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thebes
now that he's quieted they say he's blind
his mind blurred their quarrel
having closed itself behind him swallowed him
and satisfied emitted him mostly undigested
plagued and poxed and they say pitted of eye
with walking stick half off on the road to thebes
too much acid? yeh must a been
he's sure burnt now but i don't remember him
any other way the boy's brain is gone
and if you remember him as seer
don't mention it to us war?
what war? have another drink we're trying to forget
all his followers they say have changed themselves back now
painted back the numbers on the houses
of the city he once redesigned
cut their locks locked their doors
and as in distance heat and plague approach
they close their eyes and go about their mothers' chores
From Thebes (1991)
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