July 2011
117 posts
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A Phone Call to July
weather report: the
wind was light, it was, the sun
was on. it was hot. hello mister
sun. i could have a a date. i didn’t have a date.
no. there was no
date. it was june. it was unlike june.
the month jumped and sputtered. it
wiggled like no one was
watching. june was alone,
by itself, creepy, creeping june and no talk.
no touch no telephones.
just june bugs. i dropped the...
June 2011
55 posts
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(from notebook #0004)
i want to
write [lawyer] commercials
where everyone
dies at the end
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Another Excerpt From "Layover in Philadelphia"
occasionally the silver train
rolls by like a worm tethered
to the electrical lines above it
with veins. from the i beams
guiding the wires hang potted
plants, grey, tan, parched
dead. a pot of dirt and dead
grass floating in smoke and
traced in electricity and cold.
over the loudspeaker we hear
that the pope has had a
feeding tube inserted. we hear
that terry schiavo, whose feeding...
Non-biased Statistics
madraniafternoons:
I can’t hold the door open.
I’ve only strength enough to carry in the milk carton.
All young ladies choose to marry a gentleman.
Eventually,
all young ladies cheat with the milkman.
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“you beautiful anarchist i salute thee”
– cummings
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Excerpt From "Layover in Phladelphia"
the planet is small
and i haven’t slept in
my whole life.
the world is vast.
when the plane shakes
the entire earth does.
what a little view
my eyes have always had.
of trespassing and
traffic and corny
bullshit that is real
because other people
had seen it too.
… philly comes on quick.
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“a curse on man and dog”
– pablo neruda
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Georgianna's Snow Globe
a frozen
derby’d
boy poised to
throw
a stick for
his
excited
pet fox
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Things No One Says
much like the world in the
wild open spaces of
the dark trenched ocean of the skull
there are monsters
and small shivering beasts with teeth
unmeant to be seen, not
intended for photo, and sometimes
they glow in the dark,
and that must be brightness.
but, in the heat, the very bottom of the depths, where the pressure would
surely suffocate and crush a sane notion
that is where the...
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Begging the Bees
early inside the house a
heated restrained debate about
the fog this morning rounds out
the twittering tug of words that
aren’t said so much as breathed
forcefully into each other
/
the cats on the sill and the
finch and squirrel and the honeyed scent from
the fainting white lily steam like
the hot, hot sink with fresh plates and juice
glasses from breakfast, the smell of fried
...
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Floods, Flutters
there is a daisy and a wilted hyacinth in
an old salad dressing jar on the sill. the
cheap white curtains with interlocking gold greek pattern
flutters. the screen fell into the yard. it was
early summer near the ocean. near the
marshes. it flooded often. the houses floated.
people were buried in jars.
reminder
noxalio:
occasionally
one must
exaggerate.
finch
birdswrds:
was setting up a birdhouse when a finch landed on a branch.
its not modern enough, the finch said.
youll like it.
ill use it. ill land on the perch and sing for love.
i tried that. all i got was the neighbors cat staring at me.
keep it away. cats eat me.
i wont let it near. i took down the perch anyway.
i sing for love. you should sing.
no. i cant sing.
ill sing forever until...
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Shoo La Roo
black elk, cousin of crazy horse
/
took his first scalp at
thirteen at little bighorn.
he disobeyed his father by
joining the fray, but was
rewarded when he showed the scalp
/
it was custom at sioux dances
the women asked the men to dance
/
if men must
kill each other anywhere
then why not this wasteland?
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Loosestrife
i got them at
the quickmart, of course
with the
propane and live bait. you’ve seen them
amber shades with
black rims that turn everything
lighter blue when you wear them at the
end of the
deadend lined with loosestrife where lake ontario and the army is?
not my favorite place.
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Village Men
a mermaid stranded in the mudflats of the
mississippi was beautiful and famous and delighted
many men, but loved none of them
/
the women of the nearby village
conspired to cook her as a
witch, which they did
/
so the village men did it again
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Who is With Me?
Who is with me?
malt liquor and jazz,
who is going? anyone? with rock as
the orgasm of music and nice beer
/
on the way,
aha, shall we?
malt liquor and jazz,
because best is being attended by a body, an we am
nestled into this snail shell world
and we, aha, are together
beating the world’s ass in bed
with nothing but
/
who is with me?
malt liquor and jazz,
because the door...
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(from notebook #0003)
there is an old
penny under the moulding. it has
been stuck there since we moved in.
i cannot guess how long it had been there.
the linoleum looked to be fifteen years old. the
palmetto bugs put the penny there to make space
for escape. the dog eats them.
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All the Boys in that Line
He wrote about
hisself on his
t-shirt. it said
inside i is
black and punching
out lights
is how
i
keep
it
dark.
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Little Monster
i count the
leaping wolves, snakes
coiling my feet to
keep warm, eyes
flutter closed and
open settling half
covered and dangle in
the room then float through
glowing like lanterns on
a still river as you
creep from the closet,
little one, like a tortoise
in the road, hissing
at bigger monsters
until i ask you to sleep under the bed
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(from notebook #0002)
living in the moment
it is logically implied
not everyone who has ever lived
has ever died
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Hair Like Hawks
strangest you
are in
dancing legs and
(and the
type
who maybe
talks with
song
and)
/
hips
it is not hair
that i
like
ever, and,
such exceptions as these are rare
/
because yours is
colored with flying
blind fiction, yikes,
/
and hawks have hair like this
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Tan Pants
i’m in my tan pants. your face is by my arm
your perfectly knee is is stuttering in
is in your jeans here, and perfectly (under the coats
is against me, and understandably) our faces
are totally unobstructed by our tongues and i’m in my tan pants. your
arm is clutched by your hand and your hand
is figiting around your lips as
concealing smiles is an
arduous cover-up, an intense...
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Shakedown Nick
been in this pro
scammer’s eyes
for ten seconds,
maybe, and he’s already oozing
weasels
and the fat guys with the
hundred dollar wine, the engineer, Dave, and the
legal drug wholesaler A.B. short for
alter boy, as he tells it
haven’t sensed their dicks
in years,
let alone this
Shakedown Nick from “baltimore”
who “just got done
with...
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Houses Possessed By Foxes
It’s okay to be bored by fear
pop fear is a
fundamental cultural craze. Intense
fear is
boring now too.
fear of fire
is
cowardice
now spiders the same. hexes, roots,
evil eyes are embarrassments. but.
Homes possessed by
Foxes,
now those, especially those, are
different people say, they are only a
thing to tell the doc. say Hey friend,
my house is possessed by
Foxes,...
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Favorite Pillow Scent
another
odd
night
it’s
your
pantene
and
camel
lights
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He Said She Said (MMF)
why don’t you invite him in she said
i don’t know him well enough he said
i don’t know him at all she said
no. i guess i know him too well he said
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Night Hand Drawn
I am drawing this way because
in part because i cannot paint in part
because this is an
empty chair beside me is a
shadow and a blank spot where i
expect no sooner scent of
something i’m drawing
this way tonight
because in part
because a crow is flying
miles away tonight and
it’s night, it’s night
i’m drawing this way
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Dear Mouse
i’m sorry i missed dinner
dear mouse
but i was rather disinclined towards
being out
and
tussled instead
with
dreaming a heavenly paramour darted by stars
walked briskly sky
ways with roses to
ask you to look up
look away
look up there
and see that mother earth is no spinning
bitch
if we love
this wicked life,
dear mouse, from the ground
and i’m sorry i missed dinner,
...
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Mothers Go In
mothers go in
where babies
are out where
mothers go in and
ladies come out and
there are
no men
and
cell phones are
banned where
storks do
not land and
i just can’t stand where
mothers go in
and everything
ends. sometimes
it depends
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Why Cats Have Nine Babies at a Time
we shouldn’t even ask, as the answer includes lead paint
meltdowns and human allegory
and pencils are poor devices for telling a mammal’s reasons
/
we’ve figured it thru art, haven’t you seen? why cats have nine babies at a time?
it is the cumulative cuteness,
look closer, it is the cumulative cuteness is why
because watching a mom Hatch
is painfully why cats have...
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High as Fuck Off a Dime
Generous tipper
spank you so much for the
cash, bad girl, bad boy,
you were looking at me all night,
and i wanted to give you my
number, but
your jealous
bitch was givin
me the eye, like
Back off, you hot slut,
so i was, like, fillin up someone’s water and watchin you,
oh, yeah,
You’re so cool, tell me about what you
do generous tipper, tell me
about what you’d say...
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Throwing at Birds
being hit
by a stone
being shot.
put on ice.
the long trip into
it. the rest of it.
getting up.
getting fed.
jumping off
the
branch. warm
blooded
bird. you know
you keep warm, too?
but mammals are throwers. toolmakers. builders.
agrarians. husbanders.
freeloaders. killers.
gamblers.
at the end of
that agrarian
day: we all say
Bet i can hit that bird?
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Eyes Are On the Run
and you remark i smell horses
by the creek i told you about with
the blue heron which flew away
when we walked past all of a sudden
i can smell the horses. my mind
is awake and behind me i’m holding
back spider webs across the trail
because your eyes are
on the run, looking
for horses. they surprised me
before, alone, and the heron was there and
jumped and swoooosh! flew away and...
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Baffled By His Moving Mouth
she’s motoring away, telling
everything she never thought before, about
her friends her melissas her sadies her tiny dancers still
but still speaking,
and
still mouthing and plucking her eyebrows are proof
she has an eye on herself and she’s quietly begging
you can tell she’s
not had it,
it in
awhile, begging he doesn’t say something, something
at all, but much...
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You Were Saying
your side-glance and your smile
is convincing me
you’re wolfing love by minutes. in an hour
i’ve left my snakes
off, slept nothing, and despite the tumult
we’ve extracted the
roux of life.
and so
go on
you were saying?
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Blood You Need
the room is red as
an electric coil
and
folks seem to
understand
why
i can’t seem to
put the heat
down
as two hands are
on my back.
get comfy, you say. untuck that. unbutton that.
as your
hands start to travel.
my torso from neck to waist, your right digs deeper.
leaving a mark, a gunbelt. your left hand apologizes
with a caress as your right tells on
the blood you
need to
...
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Gone Heavy Into You
being drugged
and
gone heavy into
hard
porn
gone heavy into
black
leather
gone heavy into
gasoline guzzling showering and shitting it
(and being dispossessed
of the
rudiments of
texture
ribs
and
ridged clavicle, hamstring, tibia, fabric and saline)
well so, disaffected beauty,
what sex must be? his so herniating gaze gone heavy into you
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Submariners
the hull of this sub
marine is impregnable,
and i’ve been sleeping
on a bed of bugs and
i’m covered by parts of
them. little black
razor spindled legs pincers opaque
rainbowed wings and the
odd
eye.
this submarine has been
infested and so i have
had to relearn how to sleep.
in the red glow the
other submariners
sit, move idly, brusquely, conspicuously. the
captain mans...
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When You Sleep
turkey vultures
secretly dally
in a finch’s
birdbath.
/
fascinated by
the sentimental
value of
the honor
they mate for
life it is said
/
buzzards have
an undeserved
reputation
/
because of their abnormal heads
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(from notebook #0001)
write nightmares
prettily, record
beauty with anger,
respect shadows;
be together
while alone, be
separate with company,
invite one person
to the couch
when no one is there;
indulge the untemptable,
starve the indulgent,
fall apart tomorrow
to reunite now
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Am Ma'am Am
talking has me using
breath again
air escapes again when i say
exactly, exactly, yes and the words is,
man, is
now i’m buzzing off talking
there’s a direct line from my lips to your left ear
from beneath my face
and before this, this
man, this
this, i was talking backwards, saying nothing outside,
speaking inwards, listening, saving oxygen, mincing, but
now ah, this talk is...
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Betty Whale
if given
a bad ride
turn your heart
lamp wide, turn
the lamp oil
high, wear
your sealskin
tight, fight a scary bear and take his hair
spend a night in jail,
then get out and sail
to catch a
pretty
kid a betty whale.
if caught in
a tide, on a shoal, on a
petty snare, don’t shiver in the cold,
put on
your bear hair,
turn your heart
lamp
high, tie
your sealskin
tight fight...
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Owego
o
we
go
put a fire
up
by the tree
the one
with the
charred
trunk
and shale blackened
at its
loch ness monster
neck
roots
o
we
go
find
the
wild
strawberries
by the
red ant hills
and scatter chipmunks
and
watch out!
o
we
go
dancing past the
bullsnake
to duck
the barnswallows
by the
dodge dart
in the
barn
and scold
the strangers shooting pigeons on the hay,
...
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Autumn Clothes
be at the train, be on the train and i’ll see you
off and you’ll be wearing something nice, you’ll
be all dressed up. i’ll say see you later and you’ll say yes,
yes. Yes. and your eyes will be dripping on my
november scarf, my october hat will be bent between us
and i see us holding it tight, crushing it, my sayonara hat, my october trash; our goodbye in that...
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Hummingbird Porch
hummingbird i am on
your
porch which is why you’re
watching me. would you otherwise
look my way? i like your
humming wings buzz
when you hover
i love you pure, sang
the hummingbird
though without breath
but with air over
vibrating wings, larnyx
arms so
i
in return
sang this
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I Fight Wasps
i fight wasps and suicide because they are after me. i do it well.
i rip the guts out of bunnies with my bare car and i feel sick. i vomit on my shoes.
i fuck girls never who are in the mood to fuck me. truly.
i want you to wear my shirt to
bed. i want you to wear my mind like slippers and walk around alone in your own house shushing your babe.
i fight the box of people who are
dancing blind...
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Partridges
sun is
whisp
ring on
coldestreets an
ceaselessly
these
birds are
singing
seeds and pine cones
is a lonely froze
supper, no? and sun is somethin
on
greening city
shingles an
pesky
these
birds are
singing
lard and suet
is a lonely froze
christmas dinner, no? and sun is whisp
ring on
coldestrees an too
ceaselessly
these
birds are
singing
what do partridges do?