Ashtray beauty
near-sighted,
dreaming with images
upside down
and steeped slowly.
Now welcoming
pepper spray--
now honoring
Halloween coupons,
breakfast at Big Boy.
Break fast for the daily news.
White pages, blank screens,
red iris after a flash bulb,
red iris after a flash mob,
red iris after pepper spray,
democracy in action,
inaction.
With broken teeth,
the country smiles.
The cunt smiles:
a template for our disease.
Let us pray. Let us fast.
Break fast away from peace.
20 November 2011
19 September 2011
Vandal
Windows broken
with arms hooked in mouths,
only catching a fever.
Headache like an anchor,
dreams are shadows, ghosts.
"What was that line again?"
Shiny skin serves as a beacon,
Brian Wilson on the radio.
Clothed in nothing but anger
palms wipe mouthcorners, lies.
The rock ended up
on the other side of the room.
"Oh, yeah; I traded that sign for a paperback."
with arms hooked in mouths,
only catching a fever.
Headache like an anchor,
dreams are shadows, ghosts.
"What was that line again?"
Shiny skin serves as a beacon,
Brian Wilson on the radio.
Clothed in nothing but anger
palms wipe mouthcorners, lies.
The rock ended up
on the other side of the room.
"Oh, yeah; I traded that sign for a paperback."
29 August 2011
August 29
Worms create veins and capillaries in the earth, prolong resistance, mirror elegance, and yet they are easy to ignore.
For two years, maybe three, the same dance occurs underground: weaving channels, intersections, points of frustration.
Make room for more earth, no stopping. At least air is part of the mission, life cradled in cynical wonder, blind faith coddled, coded, in patterns.
For two years, maybe three, the same dance occurs underground: weaving channels, intersections, points of frustration.
Make room for more earth, no stopping. At least air is part of the mission, life cradled in cynical wonder, blind faith coddled, coded, in patterns.
22 August 2011
Sunday at the Twilight Diner
don't mind me
coffee refills, chunks of sugar
that won't dissolve like
gaps in the timeline
mediating soundscapes
how they influence flavor
and how they press themselves into
the corners of my mouth
no change for a twenty
no change for a year
feasting on the night
dissolving
the gaps in my memory
you leave crumbs on the placemat
I wipe mine clean
absent nostalgia, like narratives
pieced together
breaks in conversation
coffee refills, chunks of sugar
that won't dissolve like
gaps in the timeline
mediating soundscapes
how they influence flavor
and how they press themselves into
the corners of my mouth
no change for a twenty
no change for a year
feasting on the night
dissolving
the gaps in my memory
you leave crumbs on the placemat
I wipe mine clean
absent nostalgia, like narratives
pieced together
breaks in conversation
19 July 2011
July 19
a light is kept,
pressure cooked:
a sliver or
an edge of violence
uncorked,
syllables bubble:
a festive brew
of tired feelings,
true, sharp, but drunk
like the bees savoring
hot
fermented apples from
swollen ground
this is summer:
an effigy of recalled births,
songs lodged in dizzy cells
we coax out something positive
and as it swerves, it stings whomever is nearest
pressure cooked:
a sliver or
an edge of violence
uncorked,
syllables bubble:
a festive brew
of tired feelings,
true, sharp, but drunk
like the bees savoring
hot
fermented apples from
swollen ground
this is summer:
an effigy of recalled births,
songs lodged in dizzy cells
we coax out something positive
and as it swerves, it stings whomever is nearest
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