I'm sitting at my desk six days before
daylight savings - you'll dole out
what dead head prophets foretold
birds, of a feather, and oh how they flock -
we thought it clever to imagine
the geese honking, were it to sound
like: "fuck" "fuck" "fuck" VS.
the more traditional: "honk" "honk" "honk",
how neat it would be when hundreds
piped simultaneously; a haloed
amalgamation of airy "fuck" - until
all that remained were white noise.
so, did you talk to my mom
behind my back, or my dad? -
did you culture cut cook the guts
of my rhubarb pie? oven baker?!
you see the same things I see.
I think. but then what if everyone
were rhubarb pie. Frozen. thawed.
liter d, lifted, digested. Sewer ed
seaward. since that seems appropriate
in such grave circumstances --
look, I don't care about an evil eye.
I finger your ass. why not?
I mean you finger mine. right?
round baby right round - and I'll
spin. see how much we love
and I 'll - write six verses about it.
about his giant black man's thumbs
slipping out (of) in my allotment of time -
which AnnMarie Eldon terms
serendipitous, since she's a biologist
and I'm mocking a mime,
so, back to powder-coated steel
frames and how they became engineered
in steady handiwork patterns, thumbs,
Measures, pushing early seventies pencils
onto vellum and redlining blueprints
of worlds where you haven't looked
over the rumorous face, book-end, half done.
oh how I'll tell you, when we can make love.
finally, this one is pure mystery. it's my heart.
I'm figuring it out. you can help. mutha fuckas.
ONE SIMPLE DEGREE NORTH
spelled out verse - I dived in both
so swimmingly -
empty pain pointed in - you'll
suck the bark chipmunk - cheeked
millenniums of beauty in most -
carbon calibration - carbon figures
dance titanium tip tones - atomic
type cast - I'll say -
Stanislavski was so right about such an array of things
and I lie on potent metaphors like, your dreams.
it's busy in there - bused out to Dodge
City Kansas - it was nice last night -
busted at your seams -
split pea soup -
syllables there - of
your sin elation - singularity
supposing - a single toe wasn't -
self sucked up - a nation's Sin.
sifting sandpapered heart rockets -
spelling drift tide logs off to the north -
of France - a gallop through night and all these -
lonely hearts - if you must oblige
then, yes, revolve
my deliverances now
lounge chairs of south
pacific holiday beaches -
stretching well beyond
what man's eyes may sight
from sea-level perspectives -
I am offering to sell for pennies
on dollars earned the hard way;
-affective sun glasses
-exotic fruity cocktails
-styrofoam boogie boards
-travel sized telescopes