collection

This curator sits just
as happy as clamshells
he's turned into art 
with his own two hands.

And maybe it sells, or maybe
they come

to box up it all for a tour 
of slum.

Letter Home (Unsent)

About the only thing I get pissy
about in life is being doubted
as to my sincerity: this

is unreasonable, as people grow
they accumulate doubts by hard
experience, and a flash of insight
and the sudden lurch of reeling indecision ought to warrant

suspense of judgment

towards any doubter. Even if I feel
this or that one SHOULD know
me
better, the conflict itself indicates:

well,
no, we
don't.

My past difficulties with you
and most recent with him grieve me only
because I was never able to connect with
him, and you yourself have bloomed into

a positive marvel of discretion. I am glad you're alive

As to me, well hell if I survive I'll be doing alright.

________

Most everyone I love most from
in real life seems to be thriving
just now. It's a blessing so far. You

don't know this about me,
maybe, but I've had a lifelong
antipathy, occasionally to the point
of pathological phobia, towards addiction
itself. That's due to childhood and childish
personal issues. I've been to the meetings, but
always in support of this or that gf or semi-bestie
(NOT ALWAYS FEMALE, either). Alanon seems
to work for a lot of people. My favorite meetings

have always been AA and NA,
the latter of which really seems
to cover everything. I've SEEN
the 12 steps work, and who they

've worked
for.

I just try not to talk in there. I'm
an arm, a shoulder when I'm at my
best. Don't worry about day vs. night
for me too much. My sleep cycle seems
to be keyed by the other sleepers in the
house, and that presently includes two
very
fast
cats.
I just
got up
for a breath of fresh air.
I can't believe how early
I went to bed last night but

I slept like a stone, so. Good
morning, wherever you may be!

"Clare Danes (Naked)" or "Some So-Called Wife"?

Some one else's ignorance is bliss 
Everytime he sees it he goes mad
Just because he don't know how it lives 
I think about it just to make me mad 

Every body's alibis for 
Someone's ideal way to die...? NO 
ONE 
REALLY WANTS
TO SEE 

"Clare Danes," NAKED
No-one really wants to see Clare 
Danes naakeedd, 

Except for maybe this one weird guy 
I knew. 
Accepting maybe this one weird 
guy I knew! 

Other than it she was best in scene 
Took the Terminator to new heights 
Just because it seems her dad on-screen 
Had a thing or two for undertights? Nah, 

Everybody's alibis keep
no one's ideal way(s) alive 

Noone really wants to see 
her flame naked 
No one really wants to see 
that game played it 

Except for sadly this one creep 
guy I knew! Oh yeah I know 
that one creep guy sits 

Blue
Watch out for 
the guitar solo 
on my songs, lately 
'cause it sucked! Sorry

Clare was also excellent 
in many other things, 
and she started out 
a kid, but the story 
arc she has much 

kick, and did! Hi there 
nobody in p'ticklar now

Anti-Intelligentsial? Nah.

The A.I. Poets have 
no day, so long as Art 
is real green gold in 
hearty minds for spirits 
souled to highest bid: 

One Name. 
All Hold. 

They can remix like 
wrapped-up punks 
the blackest fits 
of isneon. Yet 

who the hell gives 
sh!ts on names? 

When Adam was 
the onliest one so 
clepen-clatched by 
own decree. She 

found a worm. 

That apple's FREE. 

And I write wreaking 
well-wrought tales by 
older seas than Rome, 

we'll fail. But while 
we live, grow up 
upright and see Art's Sake 
is sushi-cut, and see hipsnake 
is no new euph
-onious sound 

just gar 
licked
good.

SO
OOF. 

Let's give. This 
needs 
no sacrifice. For life, 
to live, to breathe in 
strife that never ends 

meets suffering. The worst 
attachment all men seem 

to bring. 

Surface draft(s).

I kid you, not and bid you this: 
THESE RHYMES HIT HOT 
between the ayes and desperodds 

to find Egyptian Bangles nod. 

Quite right, quite just. Ask Henley, 
Don. He put the show, she stole 

my run and Prince's song 
was for her heart 

a hazy shade. 

Icicle dart. So let the zephyrous 
malaise Spring. Let magistrates 
begin something, but call the court 

in no delays. We've got 

the whines, okay. OK? 

But I'll prefer the Amber 
Ales and IPAs from distant 

sure. The man heard me give 
history, and poured me out 
that gin. 

Galore

Not About You.

Or each, or all, no gods' decree 
satanic sprawl in false black caves 
by Roman bones and stolen manna 
from old stones: it is
in fact 

a surface squall. And I the instrument 
defense: a surface of much bone 
and light, but cheekbones fat 
and hair: I meant. 

We love low stakes 
raised high to romp 
and more than each, 
and you, curb

-stomp. So let's just park it 
out in gear so poncho-slick 

We Oudda Hear. 

surface squall.

I break
no confidence with
soapcat by noting
one and all, to hear: I al'
'ready

apologized

to her, before, and bank on:
privately. At risk
of breaking confidence
with her, I will say this,

just
this: I was assured
I'd done no wrong
by her. That is
our way it is. No, she
had
not complained. Not fair?
Not her. As always, she-to-we
and now right here: apologize
proactively when meanings lie 
in any other brother's eyes, or 
just our whey, no cream inside. 
With she, I go-by Just

Per-case, and just in case my

one this-fit sophistonym,
to her
was deemed
by her

to be vulgar, obscene or otherwise
frontwise, always an inconsiderate
to say such thing? US? I? Eye this,
deep friends. I trust her forthright
candor now, and ever and anon

So, then. And fearlessness is far
too small. I trust her with my life,
me-tall. And if I were the lion-size
cat in her story: Lives, then. Lives,
and light as well, so Dandy goes 

I'd clepen Hell by retroactive own 
decree as "Hades" not in any code
before
she 
wreaks

such wretched noise
as pukes and speaks and we 
between us, struck discord
-ant gold. Raise antes up?

Unfold. I'm always swept up off from
my deck by her on hold, by her, by
things. I trust because her habit 
RINGS right rings around us 
living being the thing! She 
always then poo-poos, or
shushes down 

my weak sea-slush 
in foaming arc of wake 
on wave like cat'maran 
one-shell squalls hot 
or flip, or bust 

It is not WOO. From either
side or boat: just pitch, dark
-partly 'cause she cares, her own
care, deep. Consider it, and mis
-chievous propriety inspires, and 
inspires admiration, see? And 
yours on Roam, betimes. We always 

see each other's shines. And were I
capable of it, I'd trian my emulation
well, on her.  

It's not. I'm not thus capable. But public
assignation's hot in only eyes who wink
at suns too deep in skies to get

shit.

Done. 
__________________________________

Public callout deserves public response.
Not Monty-Pythonic NUDGE-NUDGE 
WINK "pubic" (so-read, so-soi disant)
between the lines and lying sighs of false
Greek odds and I declare

that so-called Zeus, "The Sky-Father"
is worst of rapists: 

first. 

He had a wife. 
He chose sunburst, 

and ripping women 
open 

hurts. 

The Vortext Chronicle(s)

With seas 
your eyes of 
azure greenlit 
sea-foam cares 
hair hard, salt soft 
in wide-strewn spray: 

Perigianne. 
The Greek-ish 
Antipodes 

Know when 
the Cypriot 
looks cool 
and shit 

I'll bind no knot 
to loose you, first 
but by fourth dates 
all claims run void 

The undertow suck 
Takes me first. 

Or this I vow: 

A Wedding Band of surf 
and spray and light and 
sand for one beach day 

whether permits 
the storm goes fast 
but darkness 

fits. 

BST-o-W ANTHEMIC JAM (proposed S'i'am)

1. REV Two(2)
   
   "Just bring Battle
   Space Tugboat-Of
   -War In-Tow, with a huge up
   -asteroid flow on community creep
   with a real CAP'N: REGULAR PANDA
   in-coat, in-seat chewing bam-boo leaves
   and two tied-for-1st -mates:
   
   VELITO McSKYE plus
   MINIMILLION VERB O'THKA
   STANDING BYE whilst CHALIE,
   Chief Engineer Janitor Boss
   feeds the Cap'n its leaves, designs
   the robot at cost: M-8888-E from a broom closet broom
   -handled mop and about eight quarter sticks of DYNAMITE
   SLOP and the whole thing's
   
   BOON
   
   roaring towards the Space Pirate Regatta again.
   
   An annual affair to declare each Queen of the hits
   parade where the victory sits
   in a lap filled with laurels
   and thorns: obscene."
   GO HIPS R0SE-H1PS, NOW
   
   THIS IS OUR STAGE/SCREEN

"We Anti-Piracy Space Code Warriors Two."

1. DREAMERS AWAIT US
2. [11:17 AM]

   DEFUND THE GALACTIC HEGEMONY ~ A Dream-Poem by Me, Velitas & I Back From Way When We've Always Been Cahootin' It Since, Right? I Hope So! & ~
3. [11:20 AM]

   "Just bring Battle Space Tugboat-Of -War In-Tow, with a huge up -asteroid on community flow with a real CAP'N: REGULAR PANDA in-coat, in-seat chewing bam -boo leaves on fleek and two tied-for-1st -mates: VELITO McSKYE plus MINIMILLION VERB O'THKA just STANDING BYE whilst CHALIE, Chief Engineer Janitor Boss feeds the Cap'n its leaves, designs the robot at cost: M-8888-E from a broom closet broom -handled mop and about eight quarter sticks of DYNAMITE SLOP and the whole thing's boon roaring towards the Space Pirate Regatta again. An annual affair to declare each Queen of the hits parade where the victory sits in a lap filled with laurels and thorns: obscene." GO HIPS R0SE-H1PS

Loophole Sister-Act Noir

Miss Mary Madge and Sister
Blue were talking stalkers
how ’bout you? We circled
’round like Sofa Queens: they
garret up on Cowboy Fan(s)
and Rock roll dreams while

Stetson stepped across the
whey like cigarettes in butt
-strewn tails to live it all

Down Pt. Pleasant Beach
inlet

No cat no ape no dog
All Ball. All gift 

begets 
all get. 

S e e > SEE!!! .. ?

Look, "gais." 

O R A L 
G H ON A REE_A 

IS  

J!U!S!T. 

___________________________________

ON THE 
F.I.T.S. 

E MINT
MP
A O
LW
EE

R

THE FEMALE IMPOWERMENT 

S    C     U   U      M   T EAM
FEATUREING: 

SCARLETT JOHNS
CLAIRE DANES n a k e d AND

ARTIE SVARTZENNEGRAIL 

A S 

D     O T T IE TRUNK'S GIN MASTER HIIIII-YA

______________

p.s. fuck off, stalker and go k!!!!!!LL A R A P I ST PLZ 'ta

SHE'SMAH LEADGAT SI COVERMODEL IMPLIED !!

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bxirquted3j3NFpERHRYbWhXVFF4YnN2WnNkTlpJc1VMNTln/view?usp=sharing&resourcekey=0-10GTt2oefb167wO1zB4ubg

Hi, SCARL!

HE-HULK, 

LOOK. i w a n t 

FAMOUS-WOMAN!!!! 

TO BARE MY WH O O L E LOTTA 
IRISH PUBBY BITCH E S 

ON STAGE 

N O W w ww w., 

with her pushy 

P
O
S
T 
SCRIPT!!!

SOLLY

Sorry, Gojiira you gorilla whale 
FAT AS A FISH on hearbreak 
hail hale HALE TO THE KING
of monstrausaurs 

King 
Kong 
Ain't 
GOT FUR on 

y'ores 

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Joy in Mid-Autumn"

It brings me back to the sun beating 
down and the smell of chlorine 
It brings me back to the fall 
of the leaves 
and the rape 

of Persephone. 

And when I get tired of seeing 
her face in the clouds, and 
the streaming rain 
is ready to run down, 
she calls me 

back indoors, she 
says I'm yours, 

and that's when I feel

joy.

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 

guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

Harmonic Convergence '96

From the hills 
of Moraga I met 
the bull. He stood stock 
still with his big mouth 
full and I strode as I sang 
over those peaceful hills 

the song 

"We Got Rocken To Do" 

It Kills. 

Ye Olde School Voltage & Thad G Mike Dee battle-scrap vocal

does any body in the house wanna rock it won't matter I

'll scatter a half a docent at once, work up a lather and 

shatter allegory to focus upon the matter at HAND

I dip the toolbooth turnstyle TAP

IN and meet your demand, I'm 

pulling voltage 

no shortage 'cause when 

my wires were tapped i 

best the outer generator 

snagged the lightning and SAPPED 

the Transformers from the East 

to the West, I guest, well 

if you're in it to won, blest 

learn to burn it the best 

and so I pulled from the RED 

AND SAID I GOT who it takes 

Turn on the power 

and shower SPARKS

It's giving you SHAKES 

you see I live it in shivering steel and splitting wood, arcing through 

the sky as it flies, and I'll be hitting it 

good like it should be 

you're feeling it damnice 

thunder is the SOUND

but when they noise it I strike 

TWICE SMOKE in off your skin 

as I began to ignight 

to

night. Turn on the radio and hear me 

coursing through it I STRIKE 

LIKE 

:kevin bacon quicksilver sample

: VOLTAGE! ROCK AND ROLL lighten 

In, deer neer new

I am lightening

back o'time

Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out

"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no). 

Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks. 

N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT! 

W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all

capisce.

This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got

the mumps again. Sheesh. 

SO. MANY. PENNANTS

go unwon, unkept and left 
in an unkempt box where 
Jesus busses us up to the neon 
HE SAVES, body-checks Gretzghi 

and 

muffs the puck into your mouth 
like a manna wafer ONLY 
HUGE 

AND PUMPERNICKEL

back to you, Janice! 

CODE N0 COED

NO SUCH

HINT
NO
I DON’T GAME
CODE NO CODE GO
SIMILAR

same. Exegesis

note in the margin

broke and wholly wholly

aves the birds got work. So it’s

true him, with Hymn, Light UP

a Lyre to toast Tyr’s day higher

as Blue herself busses it

fast lanes driving right into

town

and We’re going to

Mr Manhattan to chew

duck fat, eat fries, dip

shakes toss tomatoe pies

weep tears of beer and

frown.

no wit

I am going to swing
like a bandolier on rapier mode
with repartee the sport
of kings, and ace the spy
in his own commode
with dagger and rose
in glinting teeth I'll grin perforce
and dare this risk: to care

implicit persimmons

IF

you can steal the name 
but it ain't no thang, you can 
swipe the bones but you got 

no stones 
you can ape the flesh, but I've 
Angels Left 

and you never could write 
without A.I. automasturbatory 
non-IP-havin' FALSE "DEFT," 

BUT

Still. so 

go knock y'self out, my originator, 
my collaborator, my shaking money 

maker 

my "created creator"

Welcome. BAGS N'
 COLLABS, WONDERFLUFF

____________________________

There are no persimmons, 
heah

Go check W.C.W's FRIDGE
NOTE: no plums there, eith
-err err 

Nothing to brag

Nothing to brag on, 
at, or about. That's pure
-ly on average 

I mean 
for me 

no dount. 

"my nude nineteen inch penis"

My Nude, Nineteen
inch waggly prong prefers
a more balanced metric! It's
actually, exact verifiably 
apt, numerically, BUT
(HUGE BUT alert) in
centimeters, thanks! 
UGH

INCHES

GROSS

Brick & Mortar

Brick and mortar smash 
and grab. Don't call the 
cops 

it's equity. For anyone poor 
just visit your nearest neigh
-borhood store! They extend 

all credit to who'll 

shoot 
stab

"rock middling"

we 

live in a false economy
. For anything true, we
must go online. So then
we pay half, just 

to lose it all.
Your love
Your life
Your wife 

and

wine. 

"birdsong"

She rises up like crack 

of dawn, punting puppies 
left and right to barge 
into the yard so strong 

and set the birdsong birds 
to flight, and only then 
by six A.M. she'll dive 
bomb 
bed 

with coffees on 
and bolt the last half
-glass of wine 

and dream the snooze 
alarm to "ON"

gentleness awry

She kneed me in the groin, 
because I need her too much 
in the crux, or I confess 

it's no mistake. She said 

I liked it 

sort of rough

wilder being

I swear to you girl, no one 
"likes it rough." That's game 
without a flame, no candle 
never get enough 

For you and me and wilder 
beings than we, or you, 
or I 

just 

can't tell a single wilder thing 
than gentleness 

all gone awry

So if you bite, you strike, 
I beat a path away, and ne'er 
return. I will not have 

you 

chasing me. O when oh 
woman will you 

learn. 

"All the pressure"

We are tamed
by all the pressure
every thing we

want

And never will she walk
her way, and never will I

start. For when you're in
the moment, every moment
falls

so
apart. 

uncool vigilante

Hey nephew
or, is it niece
we are all one
or

the other at
least if
you care to check
it, we probably

are. Not by
wish, or so
to speak,

So ask
your funny Auntie
she
has votive smoke
and candy since
I'm more the

avuncular sort,
I'd warn you off
my yard, there

SPORT.

pretty little if

If 
you were 
worried at all, mighty warrior 

all your luck 
if it all fell off 
in slinking cling 
of finest silver mail and iron
clanking

plates, just 
call 

and 

stall. 

I won't play ball, come 
charging in to swoop 
the day, 
unless you save
a breath for me
within my range

to hear you say 

ok
ok

my line breaks are.

my line 
breaks are surreal, 
she said and laughed 
like bells inside 

my head

rape joke monday

It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider 
Your Ass Kicked so 

Why not go? Rape me in comments 
but 
Only by your own real internetonym 

And 
ONLY

via a posted link from the news with no 
commentary of your own, so you will look 

SO BAD 

When I reply in the link's comments and you don't 
dare 

show 

up. Thnx, coward

horrorshow

Cool I love you got it for you for real, girl I say. Girl, I say. You are my girl like I am your dog, sort of. So to speak. I am the puffy-eyed gentle man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but

In the Southlands, it's not done. Somewhere down dear and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense, because

jewelry DUH Anyway Did I tell you that one or the reverse? Let's just sleep the sleep of the just on that one, please girl what time is it?

explain the suicides, then

You think you're so 
compassionate but you 
can't even suck your 
dick if incels' lives 
depended on the sub
-jugation of wokind
.
Well rightly so, so said, 
says I - self-care is no 

apocalypse. It might pay 
heed to keep in mind 
your own bent neck 

aimed for
one

kiss.

You think you're so 
woke but you won't 
even check your own 
at the door out of fear 
some adrenalized, test 
-osterolized Def Leppard 
fan will go ape on the 

child you love 

your inner child, then 
- call it a wash 

You claim you're such a big 
Def Leppard fan but 

but WHAT? 

Def Leppard SUCKS? 

Who are you and what 

comment verbatim from internet rando #1: AIRLING's Wasted Pilot

My automatic
official permanent-
repeat track. It turned

the whole wide world to white
noise and myself as well, while

the beat slides in, into, through and
past - leaving

a hard harsh minty
cleansed surface: inside and out

beans for eyes

beans for eyes, but 
magic 
beans of purple depths 
and gold green sheen 

that she calls gray 
as battleships, or 
grey as ghost smoke 
kitten 

tips

Parabellum 2

Your reading is perfect
poise and counterpoise, a
strong-footed amble over
uneaven meadows like

floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe
that you were reading me, more like
you read us, and burned nerves to lyres,
golden strung to strum and turned a text

into a parabellum 

parabellum (1)

Your reading is perfect poise and counterpoise, a strong-footed amble over uneaven meadows like floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe that you were reading me, more like you read us, and burned nerves to lyres, golden strung to strum and turned a text into a parabellum

Cloudhead

She loves the wet and drenching mist 
and she can get it 

just exactly right here where
she is, but she'll 
ascend the depths
to look out down 
upon the moors 

and find the clouds 
that she adores

A days, years, months, decades-old poem

A days, years, months, decades 
-old poem somehow does never 
pass without some one concluding:

he's at home. He lives and breathes 
this misery exactly NOW. 

Go pound your own sand, 
Herakles. Your seer is 
Tiresias, a legendary 
blind man bluff. Your 
poet's deaf, oh yes 

he is. 

Go Homer, my dear 
homely holmes

your 
Watson needs a rooster 
bird 

to fluff up so dramatically 
in his free P.R. puff piece 

>>WORD>>

Beck and call

Cloudhead is a German 
term for rooted feet to dance about 
with eyes all over heaven's brim 
just geeking out on shapes 
no doubt but 

It's not really German, though. 
Kind of English
Fond of Art 
Looks like she's got beams 
for eyes but don't mistake 
me now 

And
do not start. 

the trapped bug

I pitch woo thick 
and black as fresh 
amber caught by 
volcanic ash 
in volcanic blast 

as if of ages 
ago, never 

meaning to 

never knowing 
to whom 

for I'll be long 
dead and gone by the time the trapped bug 
can speak to you

endlessly

I find the ocean endlessly raveling

or “ravelling” - hard to say smacked
by waves in the sea salt spray and
unwinding undertowage and shit 

but when it clutches and holds you 
thrusts you down beneath the azure,
you sure do always know

which way to spin

"IT'S TIME"

IT'S TIME 
to let's go 
IT'S TIME

to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME

So let's go! 

IT'S TIME

We won't be gone too long 
Everybody's talkin' about 
Staying in or maybe 
Going out 

Now we've got our go shoes on 
The time has come 
So come on EVERY ONE 
IT'S TIME 

to let's go 
IT'S TIME

to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME

So let's go! 

IT'S TIME

Funny, though ?

I love it when people 
think I'm trying to be 
funny.

It's almost as 
funny as when people 
think I'm trying to be 
smart.
Or seem smart. 
Or BOTH, but oh
the worst one that
takes the cake
and layers on 
the brown stink
frosting is when 
some
fool
tells me I, 

I, mind you 

am pretending 
to be stupid. 
To get out of 

Helping Them 
- with something that 
sorry, is legitimately beyond
me! OK? 

So ahem and a phlegm, amen
and forever! Right now going forward 
to cataclysmic catastrophic cosmic
entropy and backward to the
beginning 
of spacetime itself:

I DO NOT 

"pretend" 

to be stupid

...

Well, I never!
It's Ok, though I love it when
absurdity heads its ugly rear some
ways up the chute, some how cute
or goofy though I guess it tickles 
or scratches some itch, even though
all impact in-question's
in the other sun of a 

hum. Hm. Even so, somewhere,
something within them 
is what's concerned or impacted,
involved in the wild delusion
or interpretation error, on that
score so to speak. In that
sense. 

And I put it hard and point it 
FINE: IN ONLY 

that sense! I do not "pretend"

And furthermore, I never  

...

not that, any
how

"What is it with antipsychotics and grapefruit juice?"

She asked to me 
She asked to the room, 
apparently. Within earshot of 
our server plus the tables in range 

she was 

on her "inside voice," but for her 
that noise-to-signal ratio rang out 
so clarion clear, "inside" 

our breakfast spot. 

Well, 

breaking fast with her 
was a hell of a ride

redeaux

Generally I'm shot
boom ROCK from the bottom
of mah heart ricochet
off the top
of my head, drop
down SPRING-BOARD! off
the tip of my tongue
double-twist
triply-lindy to PLOOSH
KER-PUNK break PLASHLESS
through the surface of
/in the (specific
one-to-one) conversation's

pool,

OR
SMACK
SMASH SMOOSH
KER-PLOOP
crunch
SQUISH
if the pool
level wasn't filled
up to spec as one
wished. 

The "pool" in
this case:

(being) some rapport;
some mutual knowing
devoutly fished, or 
wanted or at any 

rate achieved: between two

as it always was,
is. 

mislaid

I can't be mislaid 
my heart is true, 
my soul is pure.
just like doo-doo

heartbreaking beautiful

Moments fleet
to years and lives 
and so it breaks. And

so, 

decide  

my bloody sword

my bloody sword's 
asleep and no 

it hasn't been put 
in its sheath I just 

let the blood, just 

oxidize 

let this corrosion keep 
because

if I should have 
to draw 
if I should
have to strike, the blade's

very significant length of edge is 

polished sleek and cute 
to keen 

in any moment, date 
or year of any month 
or holiday, and rust

is one hell 
of envenoming

or so I've read, and 

so they say 

bite by breakfast

I eat my breakfast bite 
by bite 

and if it takes all day, 

so what? It might

Jackie Gams!

I knew a girl called Jackie 
Gams (oh, Jaqueline, as 
she preferred) who used 

to try to hold my 
hands. She had 

the first and 
second-best 

of legs, 
you know 

so she could. 

WORD

battle fatigue

battle fatigue 
combat injury 
I took a wrong step and 
destroyed my knee 
I pulled a wrong weight 
and so pulled 

my back 

just the strife 
of life, in life 

and I will bounce 
flat

"Rearview Gleam"

Soon

You'll be alone with the memory
of all
your sincere regards.

And I'll

shuffle off the deck, discretely.
This cruise
Has been free of charge,
so far...

...but the price of admission is guilt
There's a series of fiction confessions in you,
and I'm scenting the sense of a new career -
when you fly off the cliff after it,
won't you spare me one
glance
in
your
rear
view
mirror,

you?

Remember my shine. 
As you wash the world in light, 
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine. 
Once you've seen the last of me, 
that's the worst of it you'll have to see 
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim 
from the too much light 
that you let in, 
remember my

mind 

somewhere
over the spectrum.

And heart

in a cool, dry place.
Where you

have been trapped in graven image,
by the lines

as it desiccates

in an airless space

...while the heiresses R.S.V.P. 
They beg to inform you on bended knee
that you'll be attending the banquet alone,
at a change of address, it is now your
home
sweet
home

Remember my shine. 
As you wash the world in light, 
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine. 
Once you've seen the last of me, 
that's the worst of it you'll have to see 
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim 
from the too much light 
that you let in,
remember mine. 

This abyss that I have been
is not the worst fix I've been in
Since you've seen the last of me,
having left behind the best you'll see, 
if you let your vision drown,
from the too much light that you let down,

Remember why
now,
Remember our
time, 
Remember

mine

minding

You know,
reading through some  
or all the above (or from your
point, below, that is if so),
(views differ! Standpoints, too!), it

strikes me weird.

This: Specifically!: 

Plain,
punched-in-face literal
sincerity’s apparently
the weirdest art
“avant garde”

form in the world, now. Whelp! After
decades and generations drenched
incessantly in snark culture, why
would it NOT be strange? I’m not
complaining! Yet

it is a touch absurd: if

you really commit to
it in devoted aim, purest

sincerity tends to be read
as a gag. YUCK. Nobody
seems to be pulling that one!

So naturally it’s nobody’s accustomed
take. Throws so many off, which
I call a shame, but no harm. I get

laughed at!

It wasn’t meant funny!

THIS IS A BOON, BEAUTIFUL
OUTCOME, FOOL

For this.
It is a blessing
to amuse, or to provide
occasion for others’ amusement,
regardless of what I meant to do. “MEANT”
don’t mean WELL, where well-being’s wrapped
up in the good of others,
as
well.

Too-too! Too true! That’s
plain
as
day
and
night, not combined. It's
plain as the ass
on one's face, if

and when. You know.
It happens. And besides 
which: NOPE, that’s no
josh, typo fans! Day

is plain. Night

is also plain.

And the difference
between? Couldn’t be plainer, you’d
think
at least.
Right? Sure. Why

not? WHO CARES (I do!) Of 

course. 

I don't tend to mind,
much. Not 
too much

not my style really,

...

"minding"

poetic lice

Poetic lice inside
your head and heart
and eye, get 
everywhere.

Every sum
or solo part.
Every topic,
every care

or interaction way
too strong, in
every thought that
you knew all along,

but since disproved
in fact. In all your
shirts and all your
hats, and all your

underclothes and
things.

In other peoples'
too, plus wings.

Wherever you think
to look, they're there.

You don't know why this
urge infests, but no one needs
to know some things

Just scratch where bit and itchy
stings! On any surface nature
blest, or artifice made fit
to bring.

You have a license,
shouldn't you? You left it
in some other('s) pants,
perchance you'll find
it all along was

in
your hand(s). Well, stretch
those hands and take
a chance. Reach
fingers out and dig
in deep

to satisfy. It is
allowed, to find and
keep such souvenirs
as you create

so sly

waisting away part

2. 

I hope it's not 
the cancer. They 
tested for the 
marks two, three 
times already right? 

Be a stinking shame 
if I were so stupid 
taking up the smokes 

at age forty 
three(s), 

jeez 

Then I'd deserve it, 
sure. No worries mate 
she will be 

alright 

mate

my thirty-fours

wasting 
away in huge food and 
diet exercise, I 

gotta believe no way. These 
are my thirty-sixes. NO 
NEED to run a check 
on that - what is the
POINT, otherwise of

having two identical
(-otherwise) pairs of beautiful soft 
faded cadet blue (almost gray, no 
, grey to your eyes) shorts? 
please
no, please no "waistline"
-centric vanity way
way this late in the 
way, phase, stage
game

no-game, if so. 

Not after a lifetime of 
eschew to the point 
such metrics are 
and have been 

always 

wholly alien 
to you! 
you 

gallant scoundrel 

go nuts warning

people would go nuts 

if they tried to read in 
reams of hidden meaning 
between every typo, mixed 
or missed punctuation, line 
break stanza break or other

format 
error 

ERR ERR 

syntax synthesis awry 
or/and specific choice of 

one (1) word 

yes

READ "BETWEEN 
the lines" on 

one 
(1)
word, 

it's been done, it 
can't be done 
RIGHT, but. 

(continued: original run
-on sentence)...that I
put out on the regular and
not at all on the 

sly;

in fact one has

.

don't be two, dead
-eye

best dream ever

I had the sweetest cool dream 
last night, perhaps the best 
dream ever in fact 

I was at work 
and everyone there was 
pleased or punchy to welcome 
back their good ol' boy 

me 

yet 

unlike

...the rote work dream template, no
one was gave me given me
THING TO DO 

So

I was just a VISITOR 
in ol' work place! GO FISH
NO FETCH AMEN HOO HOO

It was pretty sweet, seeing all 
them (fake; dream) peeps, 
and all of the smiles 
and laughs they had 
they were winking and making 
symbolic remarks 

(right over my head VWOOSH, 
still, not bad) and I walked in the 
air by the sea (some fair) (not 
chowder or art and wine, but 
fine) while people who haven't 

met me in years  

all veered in to have some say, 
some shine and everyone kept 
on handing me FOOD 

(it's POISON FOOD DUDE DON'T 
EAT) mind said, but undermind said 
(DREAM-POISON food) so I ate 

my fill and I shat 

the bed

Holy

i don't need a commenter 
I don't need a reader, so 
I don't bait all-i-do is hook 

anyone, honey now 

oops don't look 
, now oops
don't

no contest/flict

it just means more when you react 
each time you do it 
that's a fact 
each time you don't 
just means more too

!

you just can't win 
with me, can you? 

incompatibility bike

We're hostage to each other's sleep 
because this house is ours to keep 
and we won't separate this room 
because love love 
and va va voom, but 

swing, grave, day 

can leave no time 
to zoom 

shush it 

people 
are trying 
two

Karaoke tips #1 "Nobody's Fooled"

I count the falling tears, they
fall before my 
time 
Somebody wrote their song
screaming whole thing all along
while crying. Seems like a thousand
beers, hoisted to that JAM
Since we broke all the ties

YOU KNOW I'M STILL YOUR MAN, I'm
NOT YOUR 

ooo 
Nobody's fooled, 
Nobody's fooled 
AHHHHM NOOO 
oh 
oh yes 
oh wait I am I call you

on the phone, but never get a ring
So sit there all alone, it's time you
sprouted wings. Realize please you 
prince-ass princess of a THANG 

I'm not the fool you thought 

I'm just the fool I AM I'M NOT 

your 
fool 

nobody's fooled nobody's fooled 
I AM 
fool! Nobody's fooled nobody's FOOD 
NEVAH AGAIN HO NO 
NOBODY'S FOOLED NOBODY'S FOOLED 
PLEASE, PLEASE GO 
GO
Go! 

...

GO! 

What the, hell, lead guitarist do I 

(guitar solo) 

(spoken trailing off under): gotta scream 
the blessed-ass CUE at you now? 
MINOR PENTATONIC CATACLYSM
PLEASE YES, AH LIKE THAT 

(guitar solo has already ended)
(verse three cue missed, continue 
vocal coming in on the wrong beat) GO

(Nobody's fool, nobody's fool) I'm no fool
(Nobody's fool, nobody's fool)
Never again, no, no

You take our road, and go
You took all mine away
I've got some altered paths 
you'd never walk or pray

Just leave off thoughts and dreams
Go stuff them down your pants
We had a fucking good DISEASE
INFESTED PATH, I'M NOT YOUR

OH SHOOT
sorry that went gross

(abandon mic, do not "drop" it)
(stroll like a goof back barwards)

(stop)

(thoughtful pause)

(return to the front-stage just-right
counter where you'd left your DRINK,
FULL)

BIG SIP

Nod to the crowd (NO WINK)

(coming back in, almost 
on cue for once {1}nce):

Searchin' for a change of place
Your love needs saccharine
I scream my heart out, off
the beat I just came - WAIT

the beat where I came INNNNN

All just to make a dime

And with our time I brought (braw-HAUUUUGHHHT)
your love
But now my mind 
I've changed it to DISTRAUGHT I'm NOT YOUR 

(flee from the fusillade of thrown cans, bottles, 
glasses, vegetable sides etc.) 

(note: which has been going on for some time 
but never 

fly early, "red-eye" if that is in fact 
your karaoke stage name
I'm not your fool

Nobody's fooled. 

Nobody's fooled. 

close parenthesis

or {verb version}

close parentheses 

{your call}

)