28 August 2005
unother
i wear a bellaclava to put nails in my
exgirlfriends'
boyfriends'
truck tires
exgirlfriends'
boyfriends'
truck tires
evil moments / th smell of fresh oranges
th consumer wrests in wires
awaits silver basketsisles detonate [a starshiver dreams in kept awake
gently arise
th scent of fresh orangesas promised / lies it's way in colors o drown in th dark fire is ethnic // peels reveal blood to be volatile,hateful wandering parking lots after a certain pointpure mother ; smallasinsomnia authority at m-m-my valve off soma rind& choke embrace
injustice we
weeping matches spark to light
th flame that burns th bodies .jpg)
i glass
someday soon
tipped over th glass
in my eyes
blue over flooded suddenly
& brilliant white churches and dark green hills appeared
tipped over th glass
in my eyes
blue over flooded suddenly
& brilliant white churches and dark green hills appeared
27 August 2005
my crippled embryo
my crippled embryo ambles along
th road to evolutionsomatic conversations spoken in th tissue
can't forgiveI do not get along w/ ovaries
minutes consciously measure jail to those
who have sinned, death
to those who have smokedchemicals in crystal
tiny balustrades
composed shamefully in cellarsdo not blame them / there is ancient in them
ancient in polis dustalone
so many stages to reproduction
so many daughter cells in th anaphase
of my years
under th thick polluted sun
of solidarity
26 ft under
this morning there are so many poems
about treetops against th skylast night two friends blazed a joint
and I drank to th end of th worldsurrounded by Douglas Firs
I was in a school of
unconscious branches
no light
and some white
caught only
from th
must be hands touching sometimes like treetops she said (and thereby won a prize)a breeze from deep in th forest
and an organism contemplates
a first book perhaps vain
a turning eyeso tired of
treetop poemsjeans soaked in last nite’s campfire smoke
still caught
in th deep throat
of a quiet stand of treesa r a in
1000 lbs of said
city reminds me drowning slowly
never seen heavier rain
nor had a quieter argument26 August 2005
sans relief (for bm)
twenty-three and lying flesh
YsunnY
poolside
rosedale
~ eight-thirty / ce matin… flamingos riot
as my hole turnsblack porcelain coffee
& Roquefort
lime-green bikini she waltzes out and
hands me
Center before jump
Shouts: “he’s from your town” ing splash
my silvery smooth eyes fjord
across his white see
saw
spaces soft chards of metallic skull
float through the sapphire pool
towards my
golden-haired cock
of age / /
welcome to sex @ thirty-8 realize it’s never too early in the day
to worry ( thanx for that ) cuz tap
in there is something wrong
or else don’t bring it up ~ great!so now let the sub
conscious sub
mission
set in apparently not the bangbang I know
now there’s more a focus on flavescent
affections
/ house improvement starts sawing at eight sharp
sounds
and fuck the sun is hot
the coffee’s hot hot / over the sea of hunched bodies , all across this country
[ thot I
escaped that
little thot
town ]in his poet trace among the pathless regions of my mind
the point where it doesn’t make a difference
ya man where is (princegeorgelondontorontojapan)
sun-stuck and pressed in a deckchair
SILENCE lengths swimming lime-green ; in his small white spaces I
smile
but not so much
as to laugh
!hammer&nails!hammer&nails! 21 August 2005
cranhole 2
i take every fingerprint you left behind
and mix it into a drink
i’ll call the ‘ blue hellonothing left than a one-arm tan
and
th neighbour’s wife ( could drive a truck into herrolling back th miles
breaking mouths
to fuse jaws
lock into future mornings
dreaming of blowjobs alone\revenge is th end of a dirt road
moths buzz porch lights and dust children
wished never
gunna chase / gunna chase you / dear bitchthrowin up paint
abandoned by distant arguments
drowning in a bloody nose
sucked into th stars at the end of th lawn and punchin’ some town last trailer park before th endlookin atcha w/ a red eye
thinking th best of rage
and nothing of th futurel'augus~
turning leaves
single malt
meet you at th boat at 9
just want to see my daughter first
juxtapoison
just take fucking me
i’ll never change
stand beside like anything imagine
you care beside another day, another prices
don’t think it over anyways
just see it all ) hiding dead , lyingso anxiety
b/c yesterdays keep changing
start to run
nothing to compareremember running
that was our curses / our champagne
moving left
nothing to comparethrough veins I hear running ourscranhole
I got tears
years
acres
hopeth sun beats on th brown grass
th country music sucks
th summer bites
th ribs heal
th beer
goes need you
my little broken bottle
eyes mosquitoes
surround me with love
and I can only run
futher down th badly paved roads20 August 2005
th future goes to bed too (w/ you)
sleep well , and I mean it , could I said I miss you in word or twowords
that will be there
tomorrow 
uneasy streets (pt II)
young Koreans in karaoke bars
thinking the Nazis were cool
all dressed up in th fashion of war
and dancing to repeats of th evening news
thinking the Nazis were cool
all dressed up in th fashion of war
and dancing to repeats of th evening news
19 August 2005
forest & th alone
absolutely
and all th beesbreeze took me as I spokeprimal mother dreams in th storm
and paws at th snagsi know a sweet sweet green
i know it’s me standing here
something so beautiful blows
but dares not name what it knowsthe wind knows
and the creek just told it’s trout
everything passing through knows
and passes through(( it’s me
i wonderpour out wilderness
into th horizon
in jagged peaks i can see friendsall this looking heart
and flat tires and fossilsfrom th cone of th nearest town felt all a life’s waiting
in th morning midst14 August 2005
seniors these days
smoking a joint
and listening to Hell’s greatest hits
under a tree
on th grass of a retirement home (contemplating moonwhite
& th death of an orgasm
as an aging player , hunched over and slicked back ,
slowly makes his rounds along th dark garden penis
to th rooms of horny old old (old women
13 August 2005
i know now lifetime's a sad thinking
Your poetry is complete
commercials
childran
bedtimes~ harmano straintWe loved twice but only you were once
or anyone elsethe swelling is this
heart is notsea worthy she seesa different face than i [each night , with hammer and nails , i set out in th dark to build my dreams] each grave
a riveri pass
each wild
open season in a window
like see right throughwings catch th air
isn’t that how it’s supposed to be ?
a falling leaf caught
leaving captured
12 August 2005
(oo)
under th word
( well it was so hard to openwe hated space
looked underground
found a right away to sleep inso many tattoos
so few pplcouldn’t breathe for awhile
but we believed
and all that pain
we took it to heartin those spaces
th dead air of quiet faces didn’t know shit above
to throw names around
like that07 August 2005
uneasy streets (pt I)
Father gave him
but not enough food so
he strove to nourish his body
by eating his bodydreamt of crimes
today, where we are now
in th ruins
in th night done stabbed
and bleeding , knives in th cradle
hands on th cutting board
asleep \ paranoia gets up early
and takes th downtown train[ zero is th number of days to never ] was his story
before being violated
w/ an axe (again)
were th trees not so cold
were th goddess not a toll sleep [at th speed of mass exodus
at th speed of guilt
seeing less stars
in western blackouts (sandstorms
fight to balance th toll –
in a movie star’s black jacket
up and climbing
ladders into th future
from the observation deck there is not solitude enough
to watch cities light up through th small wires
of suicidal explosionsoh and
as you were
stranded in th most beautiful civilizations ; man, like a weed
dandelion w/ dreams
body is slowly walking mind is th samejust life and protection from death
sold by th polis
some where there are
no survivors
as history swallows
and coughs a dream~had enough of dreams and miracle drugs
had enough news to take a flight
had enough beer cans to fund a revolution
but all energy is used
to stand upright
06 August 2005
un-endure
stratochic
I’ve been told it’s the estrogen
Lost all my fingers in her teeth
blue veins / white heart
earth covered by cloudsThe sang louder
Locked in a
Continent Up there
All the same Snowing
Down there
So I put my [every fall survived]simon, simon
don’t forget the
diamond01 August 2005
sun burnt
in th wind mere
distances escape over th lakecutting our lovers
out of photos
and laughing
lying
abt where we met
slipping inside ( th grocery store
on a hot saturday nightafter th weekend
all of my ice cubes were gone
melted into a drink
while wondering
how to start again in th age of holding handswalking to th beach
ice cream streams down tongues
and onto toes th heavy breathing has left
august hot and thirsty
on a small bed next
to an open windowa reunion of telephones
rang in th distance
in love w/ every step until
all eventually go
home to a swing
in th windand now
I’m running around th room now
trying to confront this silencewill be back in th forest fires soon
where every other flame
has since gone out on my knees in a glacial stream
just trying to feel how coldshoulders kiss goodbye
in an open freezertried to sleep
while the darkness was still complete
but th next morning i woke up
and knew you were gonefragments of life / possible changes
all roads etc
led to a
small town
long july weekend
