Friday, December 5, 2008

Primitive Mouth Shapes

we set greedily at the mouths of creeks
dogeaters in nicotine stain light
approximating the shape and mass 
of dark floors, mudbanks 
crustaceans with willing mouths, claws akimbo
poised to do dirty work.

we imagine mouths making clicking
machinations as tolerances are met though 
in a more primitive sense like impressions 
made in soft bone, gold caps
secreted molars where light is a heavy varnish
covering the places you've scrubbed too thin.

This is how the tide lets out:  a gradual
slipping like you don't even consider 
the leeching of bones, the fossil records 
there beneath you, the shifting of marrow to clay
Every one thing is a solid framework of holes
and the acquiescence of skin cells to dust 

Is not a relenting, so much or letting go
but becoming the fecundity of humus.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

dog dick in your rope
won't send strands into fray.
a union of two ends in cuntsplice
these ends are bitter
these ends are bitter
these hands are better
tracing ribs and bulwark
shifting bulkheads, shifting
space filling voids
is this avarice?

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Zygote Submissions in the Back of a Rambler

You are singularly possessed 
of your la di da your
nocturnal submissions were all zygote 
milk and fromaggio jordache filling
my poindexter coin purse at the laundrette
isn't anymore french bread, either loaf
or toast.

But you stepped over obfuscated
minions, you nocturnal ambulator we 
said algorithm and binary nsaids
in the back of a rambler but
our musings were relevant to the 
google-eyed, smoothie-coiffed 
beancounter java zombies    

Monday, November 19, 2007

To Keats (a gaggle of phrases)

And I need to sell Kingdom Hospital

I can see the reflection in a picture on the wall
through the landscape that inspired
Ed to bring in his son to help produce weekly
The Apple iPhone launched in the UK last night
even in dusty Shaanxi
fertile; rich, big and clumsy
These resolutions are attained
that Ibuprofen has a half life of six hours
the goddess is a shadow figure
Whoever the persons of the domestic drama may be
Not knowing Kansas ways we built
der lauf des Windes wird mit diesem Wort
Fled is that music

... as almost to be evanescent
And yet all this is put with concrete exactness and fidelity
enjambment could not be more different
The slight jerk in the rhythm between
seven reported drinking brand A
Reminds me of a bowl of Fruity Pebbles
hope they have some extra powerful new moves in pokemon emerald
if you forgot the candy, turn off the lights
Blooming can occur in one of two ways: fat bloom or sugar bloom
and they tell us to look ahead at that which is to come
He was at times put on a starvation diet
mom and two bambis who were born last year
flutter through Indian summer
jailbreak tested, confirmed!
my photographic talents I can continue
It has been an equally busy time in the greenhouse
We can only marvel at the subtleties of sound

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Homo Faux Nick

Spray can say douche, mine camp
eye bought pack thumb tack
pens ants pretense sleazy pretense
hollow fogs drawn wan to disclose
buttering dogs eye button hole
Sister'n my mom had a talk
cruise sue fix cruise a fix
cat atheism is a languid id
ignominy dare I bat affable
old factory audible smells
key chin maul spray dots

Sunday, November 11, 2007

The internet is actually a system of tubes
viscera where you can watch death porn
for the rage addicted fucking's
not enough give me the humiliation
gray matter money shot the stars of which are
amateur Iraqis who didn't sign a waiver
let alone get a drink
before some hillbilly hopped up
on power played abu ghraib ass.
TV is actually the Great and all powerful Oz
pay no attention to Big Business behind the screen
The broadcast is simulacra malformed truth
reality got pitched
out the window by a man in a sharkskin Armani
and Baudrillard watches from his La-Z Boy in purgatory

A World Where Wal Mart Goes Green

I thought I'd save the planet by shopping
for Walm Art. The history books lied and
said slavery was dead.
Undercover pedophiles get kicks
in underroos made from children.
look who we've got our Hanes on now
the big box has the whole world inside
the margins.
We're going green just look
at our lawns!
soil is the new black and back yard alchemy
ain't just for meth labs anymore.
Alternatives become first stringers when
fat cats render profits from hills of beans
I had a dream where we saved the planet and
ethics never got in the way
of exploitation