I am bic

oh less crimes do pin grins on sore faces
live ants attack Aussies ought to relent
if doo flew from grand voice triumph wail tale
lest elves rear or vent or corner an ox
at ease, at ease, at ease snake charm disarm
insist a tryst is a ton of donkeys
parsley detests corn dogs in butts a vent
in fort fruit of the loin come here my doll
the lance opines lactate virgin stroller
lazy villas lodges and tents pretense
comely diverge less vile instant poet

Homophonic Spree (pt.1)

Oh less crimes do pin grins set in sour hearts
of ants eaten Aussies say "lament, aughta tan,"
it dew flew proclaim a grand voice triumph whales
lest elves rear or vent or corner ox ruffles
attorneys at ease, at ease, charming aint it Debra
incest ton of keys lain not less elves on rails
Parsley coon detest pins in butt a vent gothic
L.A. forest fruit of the loin come here under arm ant leek
don't lets lance opines agitate a tournament
less villas lodges and tents medicant maintenance
Comely virgins less vile lard eat less poets
eat me seville errant opahs denial vine ant
nine grand suer lures pigeons from droneless gipettos

Working Title

Absalom sniffs maccaboy discreetly, awaiting
the snuff from the hand of Joab while
in the periphery, asses engage in anal sex
dead man walking, smiles inwardly, contemplating
a last meal of blood sausage
made from intestines rife with Crohn's

His arbiter pled in last minute appeals
vain vindications of a life laid to wasting and wantonness
His indiscretions were many, but none more deserving immolation
than biting the hand that feeds him.
For his insolance, the magistrate felled the arbor vitae
and no longer standing his limbs sprawled and rooted

WAtching my life fan out like so much smoke

Watching reruns of reality on daytime TV.
I exhale just the tiniest bit. An abscess forms
metastasizing my keenness.
I'm starting to eschew the taste
intellectual dilletantes and their
burgeoning lexicon make broad and sweeping references
to the pastoral beauty of an idle mind.
I just see vacancies

Ryland Alan Brown

Banana roll wryly
banally randy worn lanyard
any bald warlord, nary brawny
or raw

Drawn wan anally by bran
drab brandy and lawn
Banyan drawl drolly
anon

Nylon band dally on barn
narrow lab drown on dryland
lad blown away
lorn

Droll labor ban, yawn
darn yarn wand and drywall
born on lowland
a lord

Bad Poem

it stands a full 60"
off the ground-
that’s chest level to the average
American male

there’s enough chrome to blind
a pig looking for an acorn
if he were so inclined
lord willing

by god, he’ll find it. Perfect
last I checked
perfect was good enough
for the girls we go with

Go where? Anywhere
as long as its with god and
the girls we go with
and the blind pig
in my truck

Intersection @ Parque del Buen Retiro, Madrid

I wonder what it would be like to be stuck in a roundabout. Preoccupied with finding a route of egress, would the grandeur of life be overlooked? Or transversely, if distracted by the same redundant scene rolling along in front of you, would opportunity go unnoticed?