The man with no fingers
was chasing me, but
he couldn't catch up
just bat my back
with his fingerless hands,
it was creepy enough. So
I ran and ran
and began to gasp
as I cracked my plan
and examined it.
I'd found this guy
breathing down my back
with his noses for eyes
and elbows for thighs
a time or two,
maybe three before
- I was sure.
He was hard
not to recognize. But
I couldn't make out
what to do about him.
Should I stop? Turn around,
make nose contact? I bet
he'd pretend I'd been
chasing him.
I will not
put up
with a thing like
that.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, April 30, 2022
The man with two hands
Friday, April 29, 2022
top bugs
Bugs are top
animals. They're
basically the dinosaurs
of their size niche. Everybody
down around that size
when they see a bug, they're like
"oh shit! It's on!"
That's why it's so
excited
down there
at that level.
oh shit it's on
lesser length
at lesser length.
The topic came up.
I can see it through!
These things come in.
They are part of it.
Not lesser nor greater,
just thorough and true.
In person, one person
can stop my mouth
with only their eyes,
or a shift of poise.
I see they have something
to say to this.
The edgewise I give
is a shining void.
Without someone there
to tag me out
and tag themselves in,
I get lost on the way.
I don't know how to go
on at lesser length.
I don't know how much
of all that comes in
I don't need to say.
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
The mercy of horseshoes
Horseshoe crabs. Those dudes used
to wash up on the beach all the time
I would flip them over
I figured if the legs were wriggling
I'd have to get that bastard asshole
back in the waves STAT, which
I seriously was not looking forward to
It never happened though. Always dead
And I think now maybe
they only wash up dead?
Like they're too savvy to wash up alive,
or if they did, they'd just book on back
to the waves.
Anyway.
I was always dreading that job
Friday, April 22, 2022
devil-cursed barbecue
I had dream once.
It was on a road trip
through some pretty lumpy country
and
the places we ate
were kind of hostile quaint.
Anyway
that night I
dreamed I was
watching tv.
The only channel
was the local channel, full
of local doings.
A commercial came on.
Some dude
in a messy outfit with big sweat stains
was like: "Come on down
to Devil-Cursed Barbecue! All 'round
these parts know my paw's paw
sold his soul for the secret
to our devil-cursed sauce.
Well,
he's retired now, and paw died
in the whole road fire thing
years back, but I carry on
the infernal family tradition
handed down with that selfsame
hellaciously tasty sauce! Come on
down! People come from miles
all over just for a taste - and I guarantee you,
nobody
so far
has ever been carried off to hell
by a demon in our restaurant. Just
make sure you say grace to be safe."
Damn when I woke up
I was in the mood for some barbecue. But
we asked
and there was no barbecue around
for a hundred miles
it felt kind of eerie
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
gonna regret
If you ever get the chance to say something
calculate the risk and effect and shit
but say it anyway, 'cuz
You're gonna regret it!
You're gonna regret it
if you could but you didn't if
you ever get a chance to stop yourself
wonder about that a lot, and hold on
because
You're gonna regret it!
You're gonna regret it
if you could but you didn't if
you wanna grow strong, just
don't when you wanna, and do
when you don't, or
You're gonna regret it!
You're gonna regret it!
Just ignore inhibition
and go against urge
or you're never gonna find out
how it feels
to not swerve.
And you will be there alone,
just wondering what if I had?
And what if you hadn't, don't
forge that
'Cause you're gonna regret it!
You're gonna regret it! And
how does it feel to regret?
Oh it's bad
Sunday, April 17, 2022
teamwork
I've convened my own leadership team
to develop principles, vision and values
with a goal: to utterly traduce and violate
everything we stand for.
Or I guess: I stand for. It's my team. First
we must find what that is. Only then,
can we
expose the radical hypocrisy
for what
it is: false. Deliberately
ginned-up. A pose.
I was framed
by my own team
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
drink pickle juice
I often drink pickle juice
I heard it was good for me.
No idea where I heard.
Maybe I invented it.
I sometimes do.
Maybe it's bad for me.
I'll come in again.
I often drink pickle juice.
I love it.
Dill or sweet, kosher or
Polish or bread n' butter,
it provides a sour, tart
or whatever jumpy jolt
of pure picklishness! Like
a punch in the mouth
from an old friend - who
happens to be a pickle! - and
right down the throat. I haven't
heard, necessarily that it's good
for me - anyway, I won't swear
to it - but hey, those jars are marked
"edible!" "fit for human consumption!"
or at least it's heavily implied - for
a reason. Anyway
strictly, it's called brine. Which makes
this whole thing seem like I don't know
what I'm talking about. People might
think less of me, knowing that. Know
what?
I never drank any pickle juice.
Too timid, I guess. Not too bold.
Afraid to glug, glug the vinegary
remains, crunch the round white
seeds - so many! Whatever those
are - take the whole thing and
upend it by degrees, into my
smiling maw, totally satisfied
in a briny catharsis. But
I've thought about it
maybe one day
pickle juice, you are probably
much just like I imagined you,
only imagined, for the sake
of a poem.
Monday, April 11, 2022
precognition problems
I came over to tell you
you'd moved, and
I'd never see you again
but I guess you already knew
you'd moved. Shit
If I could tell you why
you'd never see me again,
there'd be a chance we could
do something about it, but oh
welp!
Guess you moved.
However, I knew that
already
That's why I came over
sort of. Well,
I wanted to check
dance revue
It's interesting how we all dance
our own way!this
is top five
percentile
on poise. Balance?
Check. But I'd
Be interested to see
you flow
and
keep rhythm. Those
Could really round your
shit
out
maybe
Friday, April 08, 2022
accentu ate
Don't mess with mister in-between
they say, but
I figure after mister in-between sees you
eeee-liminate the negative he'd say
"eeee!"
and not mess with you. Mister in-between
would be mister way the hell gone
thataway. Leaving you
and the positive
you so accentuate,
sizing each other up
for ranged value metrics
and midrange shortfalls
the stake
We know what we won't.
We knew what we do.
We own what we can't,
and deny what we cue.
For kith or for kin
and for self and within
and all through,
and all in:
we fight for our sins.
For threat and for foe
we are vigilant yet.
We read between innocent
lines on a bet. We find
what we take, saying
they put it in.
Suspecting, we're right.
We fight for our sins.
Forgiveness all day
we pay lip-service to.
With kindness, respect
in proportion to due.
You can't take a chance
in accounting: round down,
Or else you'll be the fool
giving full
to who's made you
a clown.
Which is just what we hate
most of all. Our weakness
revealed in some ignorant
sprawl of slapstick and butt
- we are in on the joke
just a beat-and-a-half
too late we awoke.
So we dig in for strength,
demonize all divides.
We align and unite -
but it must be one side,
and it must be one's side
for the fight is to win.
It hangs always on-point,
and poised, and about to begin.
Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Ode to Waits
Tom Waits sung
in a haunted moan
in soliloquy
over blood-stretched bone
as he pounded jazz notes
out of twelve bar blues
in the thirteenth bar from the last
he'd choose
if he lived forever and you
were the last true love in the world,
and he gave you a pass
but don't feel personal.
That's just his mood,
and it always has pretty
much been unglued.
Monday, April 04, 2022
Humoring
Her piss eyes raked
his bile soul
adrenaline and blood
surged wild, while sh!t
she said ate his grin whole,
and parts and holes
got versatile.
So fluids harsh
and mild spewed -
“That’s it!” He puled,
“You are just rude.”
“But am I just?”
“Yes, just” he lied.
“Then all is fair,”
she fantasized, and
both agreed to puke
accord, or else to die.
“I dub thee we!” “Let’s us!”
they sighed, and scored
and tried foreverly.
So if they end foreverless,
at least it was quite possible,
and still all right I guess.
one minute of anger
One minute of anger wakens
the immune system for 4 to 5
hours. The immune system
itself is angry. It's pissed. It
wants to kill, and who
does it have access to? That's
right. Naturally it knows
who boss is. You die it dies.
So it seethes and fumes
for a few hours, poisoning
you in unimportant ways
it knows it can flush out
and buff up later, and
it gets over it.
Fucking immune system
Grow up
One minute of laughter meanwhile
- if it is your own immune system
you laugh at? That ridicule booster
shot has a delightful effect, perversely!
Your immune system laughs and laughs,
and weakens to debility by hilarity, but
totally gets over it if nothing invasive
turns up in seven to forty days. Who
would have thunk it? The immune
system!
You've got a sense of humor after all
buddy
Bright as pitch
I can bring light
you can bring heat to the world
we can each do it differently
I love it when people buy books to burn
that's a win-win all around you see
I got a sales pitch
to a publisher
I am sure oh so sure
about the marketing plan
and if they buy in
we got a blockbuster
this'll be the hottest book
all across the land, if you
Burn my book, please
- organize a bonfire,
gather all your friends
Burn my book, please
- mackin' on s'mores and
dancing like you're pagan
Burn my book, please
- buy up all the copies,
promise you to print more
Burn my book, please
Stand up! Speak out!
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