Thursday, October 21, 2010

Lenny (8.07)

Lenny loved lines,

licking limes

lynching mimes and

munching mutton at all.

Trevor took two,

telling the truth,

ticking time like

Lenny’s lines and limes.

Sally is a skank.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Covers (10.20.10)

Suppose this handle
found its way
past script of all the downing fog

entered the tomb
of Prince Forol
and slipped beneath his skull
a piece to grip while he all sleep ventures through the gate of ore
sparkling dull
kerosine to fuel this dream
a path to burn footsteps of redeeming value

gentle in this first intake
a partial problem
a hemorrhage
falling like rocks cast down from the heavens
where goddesses watch their spouses in a righteous envy

take not a ponder session from my house
leave me be
leave the treasure you though was not
for now it belongs and takes root
underneath my bed
Usually my head

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Allergies (10.18.10)

o that I had a thorn-tipped tongue
with which to settle each itch that come
roof of my mouth a flea-bitten desert
raging with this arid monsoon

each nostril converted to oozism
a humidifier defied by truth
futile extents to bother the box
only left to lift the level

spatial feats that dwarves can't beat
weeps due to no sorrow nor joy

one day long
barely covers one long day
mopped aside
like microscopic carci
Earth's pesticide
why vanquish me

a plea
send down a pillar of fire
rid us of this ragweed

where shall I go?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Away 3 (10.12.10)

Virgins they
Maturation lost at sea
Sand between
Under each
Over two

Peninsula to populate
Isle of the idle minds
Sharpened sticks and rounded rocks
Telling of better time
Educate and procreate

Neath our head
Nothing like bread
Poor excuse for substance
Something less than barely

Inanimate flesh
A landing strip for flies
Treasures in them

Smoke could not hide their sins
The adults never learned to wade or swim or look


Past the paling
Peelings of our organs
Trailings of our inners
Path for the preachers to cannibalize their members
Our ancestors invite chosen us for dinner

Tides that tell lies
Across the waves she waits
An innocent mother
Yet this shall be her fate

Hideaway the records
Burning journals
Tearing diaries in five
So nobody noses around our sphere
This liberty we found
Has killed the offspring
Slain the future
Ruined us

Pass away

Monday, October 11, 2010

Away 2 (10.11.10)

a grave individual
hatred in his lines
not black
a past
truth etched into him
the whipped whip

those days
of ark report
light filled life
weathered fine
every time

siblings peace
all tasks complete
wandered off the beach
seas piled high

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Away (10.5.10)

Clasping hands in praying
No more bayoneting
Cotton riding by
Through the air
Beneath grey sky

The doorknob
Turning from the otherside
In they storm
In we hide
Silent as the dead

Years and hours
Water and spit
We arrive at port

Monday, October 4, 2010

A Mound In Olympus (8.07)

it was one man

a lone Grecian

he sat upon the stone

which sat upon the hill

it was as if a throne

which sat upon the hill

he lived many years

as much as Juno’s tears

he was a wrinkle

and then with a twinkle

he was a star

which shone upon the hill