nauthis

that person is not attached to anything

2012-01-12T09:24:00.000-05:00

that person is not attached to anything

what follows is an account of real
sorrow. all these grand texts have for their
purport satan. a proper under-
standing of these insistent texts leads to
final human enslavement under
an obscure and austerely dead god.

near-determined souls burst flamelike to
flower. talking cheap, by definition.
take the faces first and lay the bodies
later. lightplay fell, fouled by the in-
disputable nonpreparation.

first time out? we are one-of-a-kind.
death finds much-needed friends among the
living. this starry vessel is two
lying hearts. happiness is no longer
my favorite opportunity. no
one craves saccharin dropping stale and
twinkling in a sandy burning void.

flirt

2012-01-10T13:22:00.002-05:00

flirt

a sweet sapphire
smell from the rosebud
lignite precipice.

whitetailed all over
a limp doe scratching
her fleas takes a long

look at a lightning-
bright roebuck sneezing.
then, mouthful of hot

appleblooms, he's a
phantasm; gone in
a growing smokecloud.

seven cups

2012-01-10T13:21:00.000-05:00

seven cups

mountains of myrrh are diadems writing
predictions on the wall on the upper
passages characteristically
so out of range so with a ringing iron
live forever to stretch out and bring the
hammer down. a fisher shall come to snare
the lesser ones with hand-honed anchors that
fall into deep repose upon stones of
dampness. fierce netting pierces in a black
manifest crowded by the weight of ten
worlds. lost on this primordial point,
unquenched in the blindness rises a staunch
pillar of recollective fire.

they are carnations

2012-01-05T08:57:00.005-05:00

they are carnations

wishfulthinking vernation wends and undulates,
prudence nowhere to be found. an intransigent
courier with a ticket-of-leave in one clammy
fist and a yabbering eruption in the
other, waiting for the countercoup.
checkerblooms
annex the motherlode; a portentous and
seriocomic frankpledge. regeneration
in segments is a loaded hermeneutics that
disheartens with deadeye delicacy.

charity

2012-01-05T08:57:00.002-05:00

charity

they pulled out rotting drywall
and replaced carpet and linoleum
and updated the plumbing and electrical
connections and did it for free
and the bedridden elderly woman
was beside herself with joy
and grateful for the volunteerism
that powered the rehab job and
while everyone was distracted i
stole her cheap jewelry and at
the fried chicken watermelon potato
salad picnic later the gold
clanked loudly in my pocket.

flame structure

2011-11-30T16:47:00.001-05:00

flame structure

we were strangers then
we will be strangers
again and soon too

the summer is long over
we, blind, red-eyed cicadas
were foolishly trusting in
nonexistent and strident
immortality and now
i'll just feel a speck of dust
in my pearl-free oyster guts

it will be like it
was before but we
will have more sadness
jingling in our pockets.

cinders

2011-11-10T15:54:00.001-05:00

cinders

hear that trickle deep in the forestwarm ground? hear that persistent drip-a-drip soaking through the bluffs through a millennia of rootwork and calcified catacombs, do you? sometimes it is so loud that not much else can be heard. it runs all summer fierce and driving and winter stops not the coursing flow. this meltwater is the warmest channel to be found. in winter this water is fire. deep under the trees this water is earth. try again to hear it. i'll be quiet for a moment. i know you'll hear it. come down, lay your downy cheek to be pigmented by loam. listen deep, like inspiring an arterial pulse. this unseeable feature will guide you home. this undrinkable stream will satisfy, buen provecho!

abrasion

2011-11-10T15:35:00.001-05:00

abrasion

it was a drowned mouse of a stone caught in
a slate trap on the bottom-bed of this
stream. a just-off-round hunk of something old
and sedimentary flocked with verdant
algae that blew in the underwater
breeze. it was pierced by time and eroded
by a million gentle pieces of silt
right through the heart leaving a lacuna
the size of my thumb. a washed washer.
a strung ring rolling to nowhere under ten
inches of just-lately clear storm runoff.

i tied seven knots in a
strip of black morrocco and

rocketed screaming through the
cold night on wet raven's wings

i tied seven knots in a
dead black goat and let saturn's

immense thumb push me, beaten,
asphyxiated, through the

silent sawblades of thickened
rough airless sunless dustclouds.

i tied seven sick knots to
weaken the coil and seven

knots never to awake as
human again. i tied those

seven knots and the rain shot
down littering my fields with

leaves old and new. i tied my
seven tight twists 'til the moon

loomed ahead leading the way,
dying, into the charred void.

the penultimate knot linked the two ends
together in a mockery of an
union. it was not a healing bond but
a malicious joke, a parody of
resurrection. this leather strip waited
for decomposition. this damp hagstone
bore its singular central weakness with
stonemute shame. if black nothingness can drill
through stone then what is yet safe while we sleep?

the final insult shackled the charm, so
hideous, to my hand, sinister, and
fomented disorder to usurp its
dominance. misshapen hand of cain! armed
with a phantom birdstorm! wrapped like david's
eagle-eyed sling! clambering soured down still-
impassable avalanches of scree,
each edge razor-sharp! long past too late to,
without great cost, turn and flee! onward, then.

the clouds occupied all in sight, a black
piracy plunging the gloom from charcoal
to pitch. i turn from the last of starlight
to bury my head in my hands. as oil-
dark wintercrows gather above i now
abandon all brightness, safety and love.

was this what i sought? death and
no life? a hardening heart?

each talon a knife? a hex
tightly wrapped from the deep pool

of dark? probably so, for
hate knows no bounds. unassauged

of purpose these works i do
endure as the man in me

dies and i rise to be more.

offlabel rigamarole

2011-10-25T13:43:00.000-04:00

offlabel rigmarole

you don't have to start thinking but you cannot keep doing this. i have become irrationally apprehensive about the health of my brain. i feel like i am losing the ability to practice certain acts that, in recent years, have seemed to be an ingrained repertoire. now i find myself unable to focus on many tasks. i find myself using indeterminate signifiers, like "something" or "thing" or "someone." i believe i had a conversation this morning with the manager of the ups store about how an eagle was eating a coyote in his back yard. i need to intensify my process of packing units of meaning into every utterance. i want to be, conversationally or journalistically speaking, completely incomprehensible. i want to, philosophically or poetically speaking, overflow and burst with detail. the reader is presented a challenge in my work. nietszche said the reader was a cow, chewing the foundations of things. kierkegaard said the reader was a coroner performing an autopsy. bukowski said the reader was a chump with bad taste. what is the occupation of the reader? lumberjack. a logger. lager. hmmm.. beer. well, that is perhaps what is wrong with me these days. how much beer there is in neil's thought! it is more than just being ten minutes late everywhere. it is more than night sweats and daymares. it is more than an abject lack of perspective. it is the intentional razing of all relationships. thich quang duc's entire body was consumed by fire, with the exception of his heart. this charred heart has been enshrined. eh, and for what. this interview is over.

failure to document the loss of one's own mind

2011-10-25T13:35:00.002-04:00

failure to document the loss of one's own mind

i lose track of the goings-on around me because, in part, i conserve the ability to interact, meaningfully or not, by using language. conserve. that's a laugh. potted, more like it. without language i have no mind, i pay no mind, i do not mind. the disastrous consequences that this has wrought already are beyond my powers of description. this is a whirlpool that drags me down into watery blackness. although becoming fluid, it seems a waste to stop swimming. whattaya want from me? to die tired?

bronchitis

2011-10-24T11:52:00.003-04:00

bronchitis

advances in microscopy and the measurement of extremely small objects and distances have, as of relatively late, opened up our collective mind's eye to the possibilities that hide far beyond the ability of the unaided human optical mechanism. that being the case, i nevertheless do not feel that the big fat pile of nothing that i did and produced this weekend, especially in light of how it could have been if i had only expended slightly more energy, is worthy of comment. the only reason that i will save, and perhaps distribute this overlong bit of text, is that i have, amazingly not produced a dumb piece regarding my inability to write. taking a more radical posture, i present for review the idea that i simply have not much about which to write. such are the consequences of wasted weekends spent locked up in the library emptying boxes of cigarettes and bottles of beer.

photowound

2011-10-20T09:41:00.004-04:00

photowound

ill-forecast meteorite
storm on unwalked icy wastes

under this phosphorescent
cloud i am rampant yet still

my loud name is carved no where
and weathering incorrect

on the crest when judgment calls

the way others live has not
profited a moneyed hate

impiety displays a
catapulting away from

the good life and other ways
for someone else to withstand

sick, i'll go back to dream

with incredulity i
gaze across the field at saved

nineveh unburned before
sulking in the citrus sun

let the workmen collect the
dusty snow fragmenting out

breakage is still refinement.

deadender

2011-10-04T10:42:00.003-04:00

deadender

i imagine it is like pushing off
of a dock with one foot while trying to
turn around to meet the challenge of a
changing inertial vector. to be more
precise, i imagine that is only
the physical feeling. the way that it
makes the body feel to launch a small boat
is how these things make the body react.

the psychological feeling is the
same way it is to betray a friend. a
good friend on the business end of a most
treacherous betrayal. i do not much
imagine these things. make sure it's something
irreconcilable. go ahead
and think of a vicious, exceedingly
detestable act and then think of that
something much much worse. not just leaving your best
friend to die, but helping them kill him. not
just stealing the artifact and making
your stealthy escape, but a big ol down
home loot loot shoot shoot burn and pillage thing.

the goal is not the right thing, or even
a simple inversion into doing
the wrong thing. it is moving so far past
the wrong thing that it becomes, with rapid
enveloping of all, the only thing.

a senseless betrayal becomes the whole
unity of space and folded back time.

these our closest of bonds facilitate
our brutalizing crime, motives opaque.

legends

2011-10-03T16:28:00.003-04:00

legends

1. on the first occasion of our meeting i noticed that he was not paying much attention. not just to me, but to anything at all. it was like he was simply not there. well, he might have been there but there was no way that he was here.

he kept stacks of unread european newspapers in large wooden footlockers. they were open and positioned around the large front room. so do you read french i asked. no he answered, and then went back to slurping his slightly-too-sweet tea. so do you have to put so much sugar in the tea, i mean, like, in the teapot? maybe i don't want so much sugar. i don't care what you want, he answered.

there was a narrow olive jar on one of the shelves. from where i was sitting it appeared to be full of coarse sand or salt. i stood up and looked more closely. it was full of tiny, perhaps osseous, triangles. he said, they are egg teeth. they are egg teeth from chickens. hundreds and hundreds of chicks. it was just one of the many confusing things that he would show me when we were together.

2. once we went down to the shore of the lake as the summer moon screamed in the night. we arrived at the spot and unloaded our liquor and set about to lighting a fire for no good reason. the wine disappeared so very quickly. when the last beer was drained and the bottle smashed on the rocks, we went back to town. hey i can drive pretty good, he said. i deeply resented this observation, for it meant that we had not prepared our alcohol supply well.

when i get home in the evenings i lock the door and take the phone off the hook and go back to bed. twice a day i wake up at seven, when it is dark, and i am in a mild sort of despair. i do not like the book i am reading. this is the third book i have tried to read recently with which i do not exactly agree. when i say, agree, i mean that in an alimentary way.

3. it was most likely around 4 in the afternoon on a weekday and i was out of work early. i slimed through a warren of alleyways until i ended up at the foot of a small flight of stairs. they usually give basement apartments letters instead of numbers.

i was not alone down there. i've known a few twins in my life, and even the odd set of triplets, but this one-of-two is now, years hence, very dead. fourteen years ago i think i wrote some really bad ticketstubs check kiting badfilm a walking deadearth leaning on migrant shoulders on my way through the pennyrile on the große hunde. let me be the first to tell you today, as i'm mostly confident, i mean as confident as one can be about this sort of thing, namely, whether or not anyone else knows anything at all, but irrespective of the phenomenology of the thing, i report that the dog sure is gross. i don't mean the standard continental usage, i mean the 'murricanism of the term, ie, revolting. it was more than just an overdraft we were looking at time.

4. the scent of mildew and urine hung heavy in the dark air. somewhere below an inconstant pump sputtered momentarily only to immediately cough off. a sickening, grimy reeking stench betrayed a legacy of neglect.

5. is he in there i said. i don't know he said. have you knocked i said. i'm early he said. well what has he told you i said. that he's got it he said. well then let's go in i said. ok he said. so i knocked. we both prayed; he out loud and i silently. he prayed for heroin and lots of it. i prayed for a tumor, maybe an embolism.

6. i reached up and swatted the blackness in search of the light-fixture chain. miraculously i found the ball-chain and snapped it down. the chain, rusty and corrupted, fell off in my hand but only after the filthy bulb extruded an incandescent haze into the gloom.

oh what a place was this in which i found myself imprisoned? slippery, fuzzy tile paved the floor. the walls stood eight feet apart at the widest plane and 5 feet distant along the narrow. these walls were hastily erected brick barriers, whereas the floor had a more polished, planned, even mosaic look. so very peculiar, also, was the drain at my feet and the light bulb that still swung violently overhead.

i fugued in and out of the present. the sun beat down tropical hot and carribean wet. he wrapped a banner of a bandana around his beach- and bike-calloused feet and climbed that coconut palm like his life depended exactly upon his speed. he was right below the canopy of the fruit-laden umbrella when i noticed he was doing it one-handed due to the machete gripped in the other sweat-muddied palm. hack-ka-chacka-chack his strokes tickled earnest atlas under his arms and three big green globes fell. he must have climbed back down but i don't remember; for all i know he might have jumped, either before or after dropping the knife. for all i know he might have flown back to the firma. it didn't affect the rhythm of the show.

it was a dream but then it got real when he sliced off the top of that nut with the two-foot long razor. it was a dry day until that sweet coconut water dribbled into my littleboy's mouth... a draught only interrupted by laughing smiles and the genuine goodness endemic to this little outtatheway island in the calm turquoise sea.

7. there did not seem to be any entrance. i must admit at this point i became rather panicked and my tortured mind rapidly concocted the most absurd plans for escape. my choice was clear: i had to breach the walls. i searched in the low light for a weak spot, perhaps a course or two placed with less care than the others, a place where a targeted blow could break out maybe a piece of brick, maybe more. it would be a beginning. it would be my first strike towards freedom.

through the course of events, it turns out that i cannot win because i won already so i declare victory and go home to throw myself a ticker-tape parade. i have serious doubts that my little scrape here will ever warrant any sort of biographical effort. that said, i am unlikely to be called a major "anything" save a "major pain in the ass."

8. the apartment smelled of reptiles. uncleaned desert terrariums full of bored anoles and desiccated cricket carcasses. there was a bubbly 50 gallon tank of fish near the south window. because it was a basement flat, the window was high on the wall and provided a parking lot-level vista. the man sat on the couch displaying a strange set of tics of the type you only see in folks who are negotiating the synergism of a wide variety of simultaneous pharmaceuticals. the twin spoke first and went straight to business. i found this to be interesting, because the twin and the man actually were friends. i was just some guy who didn't want to be here any longer than needed. he said you got my shit? i have it he said. do you still have all of it he demanded in a sweaty voice. do you have it all, i mean does it fucking weigh? yes it weighs. well show me. so he weighs the plastic bag of yellowish heroin on the little digital scale and it did indeed weigh just over a half of a gram. a sigh of relief escaped from the twin like a saturnian ice volcano. the twin was soon out of the door with less money and more honey.

i'd like to turn this into some moral tale of death, but that man lived another oh ten years or so. it probably wasn't a good life, but it is apparent that one can fuck up for a good long time and not pay for it. then you have to pay, but only then. after a good long good time. me? oh me? i was just looking for a bag of weed. really, nothing crazy. not much.

we weren't paying attention to anything except the dope. more specifically, no one was paying attention to the three year old boy who clambered up one side of the yellow, mildew-scarred sofa. upon summiting, he grabbed the long side of the fish tank and pulled it down on himself. the glass shattered. his screams were rendered into bubbles and blubbering by the 50 gallons of filthy, fishy, green algae, sand, and coldbloodedcreatures that engulfed him. i watched as it all poured out in slow motion as the first taste of the marijuana passed my lips and reddened my vapid eyes. dude grabbed the kid and held him aloft, inspecting him for cuts before even attempting to comfort the screaming toddler. it occurred to me that, as tainted as that water was, it was most likely the first bath the boy had had in a while. before too long it was all over. the kid was miraculously unscathed, i had some dope, dude had fifty bucks plus whatever the twin threw him, and i was out the door and back into the sunlight. back above ground for now.

9. all science is political. all warfare is chemical. all lovers are star-crossed, and as i get older and older i'm tending to agree with our ford. that strapping oak tree in the midyard told me in no uncertain terms how wise a breakout would be. i had excellent choices to make and i blew every last one of them and for what? who has a question for mr memory? who indeed.

i get out of bed in the morning to do this. they are good until they aren't. it's not pointing down it's pointing out. there was a great deal of discussion of blood-smearing. a slightly better haircut. menacing blankness and single-mindedness. unassuaged of purpose, eh? sounds like a purpose to me. porpoise. total exhausted, empty resignation. i'm not sure why i watched all that garbage. one after another all day. i just had to look, having read the book. i think that's what it was. i should have spent more time in the flowery 800's instead of in the mud-soaked nines. utter boredom and squandered creativity and to make matters almost intolerable, my girl wants to party all the time party all the time.

clasps

2011-10-03T16:13:00.002-04:00

clasps

marigold flowers and pine needles, dried, roll up in bible paper loose and stinky. we sat on the porch wasting matches in an august hum until my dad told us not to. that all happened before that stetson kid popped a handful of ammonia smelling salts, threw em in a jar, then shoved it under my nose. next time the fire, saith the lawd. in the final analysis, he couldn't deal with having his eye(s) pulled open. neither could i, though.

i spread my wings like an arizona butterfly and stepped off the path into the treacherous embrace of where rock used to be. the sons of heaven fall below the mountain lying down. a knowing glance from the sky. before i embarked i knew it went nowhere. always the tourist, never the fugitive. of course not. i clearly wasn't forced out, and i can go home whenever i please.

all the windows are open and the crunch of this yellow autumn bounces off hollow trunks and into my house. into my ears. what's left of bones buried like drug money. the rim of a breastbone reaching above the loam. the tattered threadbare thiftstore finds rotting unworn. in the middle of the morning i startled a raccoon in my compost bin. startled is not the right word. i found her, and she stared at me for a second, then carried on harrying the vegetable carrion found therein. folks, i just live here. i aint runnin much.

each new assault on the machine leaves an even more faint mark than the last. they shall not pass, but it's common knowledge that i will and fast.

delicate scissors

2011-07-25T14:59:00.002-04:00

delicate scissors

we checked into the package store at about four
fifteen saturday afternoon. i disrobed and
put on my cap and gown. a white-and-blue clad grad
spoiling for a bath, foam slippers and everything.
i was outgassed like/in the backseat of an old
mercury before my tootsie-toes had finished
reposing in the stirrups. take the bit in your
mouth and bite down on another flashing chance at
bliss. i just wanted a check up and a cleaning,
you know, a little prophylaxis? i adopt
the number. as always, i am buscando a
drop or two of some nice northern wodka. times are
tough all over so when the doctor recommends
the tequila at a hellishly deep discount
i put up only token resistance. it was
only a few minutes and my dilation and
curettage was over. how did it go? it was
a wreck to end all wrecks. how did i go? all the way.

second unattacked

2011-06-20T16:36:00.000-04:00

second unattacked

when where and with whom you will.
of a matter of course, master.
loose the wolf, red of tooth and claw, etc.
red red red.
oh you shoulda seen it...
but i suppose you either did, or didn't need to.

aphros

2011-02-28T11:10:00.001-05:00

aphros

venus has horns, and bestows them.
whether the moon has three faces
or unleashes a shower of

silver arrows, the indulgent
poisonous venus is always
gracefully jealous. it follows

she appears brighter when she
is farther away, perhaps on
a silky beach in southern france.

k/no/w

2011-02-28T11:09:00.001-05:00

k/no/w

whenever my eyes turn bright green and narrow into ravenous hungry knifeslits and my murmuring muscles pump pump just a slippery slick-touch faster, irrespective of company or context, as my thick blood pools and flows on its spurting way down below, just know (because i can do nothing but know it), that a little bit of that is and always will be for you.

there's no way i remember any of it

2011-02-28T11:06:00.000-05:00

there's no way i remember any of it

they wait until i'm blacked out to discuss the realities of the universe and what really goes on inside those walls and in their deeply grooved pathways. as always i am a tourist, snapping photos of baby adrian.

a metal that melts in hot water

2011-01-18T12:42:00.001-05:00

a metal that melts in hot water

no muse, all nerves. my hands are mottled as though marbled by a purple-palmed italian bookbinder. the colors spread out and are diluted by alcohol. all grace is saving and i am one step ahead of the wolf in that i am dried before hanged.

we sprayed water on it and it exploded in the garden. fragments of microwave-safe corningware fell amongst the barbed wire rose thorns safely inside the blast radius. we shuffled our feet and smoked cigarettes, all of us wishing we were somewhere else. then we went there.

you are damned right i played with toxic materials as a child. i thought it was something more fun than bike-riding to break open thermometers and push the mercury around. once we broke open a real barometer and bioaccumulated the quicksilver in our palms. i scryed into the minimata pool and felt a dying horse galloping inside my murmuring heart.

hero's engine, if ever built (doubtful) was a toy. a sprinkle of salt or even some sugar into simmering water will lower the boiling point. in the absence of flavor or the bareness of cupboard, or in the circumstance of a cruel retraction of sweetness, heat alone will suffice.

d(e/a)ath

2011-01-18T12:22:00.003-05:00

d(e/a)ath

when i die, you don't have to cry/ you don't have to feel no feelings inside
–jesus christ allin

my soul will be carried off by a drunk
murder of crows. i will be transmitted
by spiritual electricity
through the bloodsoaked tunnels up each snaking

crooked path to the crown of the tree of
life. i'll glimpse it, perhaps only for 1/
32 of a second, one hot
single frame-shot, grasping desperately

in the reality-melting vacuum
of thermonuclear god-light before
falling, disintegrated, empty-skull-
first in the rather bored yawning abyss.

soundspan

2011-01-18T12:22:00.001-05:00

soundspan

show up early and
elevator rocket stand in for a
flat copernican sapphire conversation when

you get the call i
guess if you were going to print with that block
you wouldn't have dug it so deep you go what do

you do go when the call
comes in sometimes not it hasn't been chewed up
adequately dig down into alluvial

aluminum sands
for starry archives and profound black stones
we sail until we drown we climb until we fall

i am pretty sure
that we are not bashful that is safe to
say i am not shy what are you? you are mermaid

you jump from roof to
roof i am a serpent caught and released
no one uses mystery so much as this one

authored a green tome
in/to/an oscillating wind twists while
looking west from intrigue to animosity.

grave goods

2011-01-18T12:21:00.001-05:00

grave goods

yah, so we're driving north on interstate
i91 trying to get the fuck
out of massachussetts just as quickly
as we possibly could on our way to
montpelier before the snow really
sets in.
it's only slightly different than
a family reunion. if i'd had my
druthers and a few fewer brothers we'd
be charging towards the sea on the way to
york beach to scavenge for used books but, no.
vermont. coppiced forests of hidden stumps.

we stayed up all night digging seven and
seven pits with the horns of the pretty
girl rolling her eyes bright in the cold sky.
i couldn't believe my luck she seemed so
real and close and she said you want to pop
an oil slick on my belly or what?

sitting like carvings on perhaps the most
stable section of cast iron pipe that
remained in the roofless ruins of saint
roch.
timbers arranged postbellum like termite-
gnawed bones and rusting soil conduits flaked
off unprotected by nonexistent
shock resistance.
if you wanted to, and
believe you me i did, you could take two
fingers and punch through the plumbum and crush
a decayed skull. i felt like eating the
bones and bathing in lizards' blood to make
myself invincible look out for the
linden lime leaves look out for the tempest.

angels and gasoline

2011-01-13T14:12:00.001-05:00

angels and gasoline

northbound boreal earthquake
bring by the truckload inland
drop forged clip point hollow ground
sticky primal appearance

another sharp unveiling
splashed plastic paint mascara
hidden pillboxes act as
a steel neck-slung light meter
(needs batteries or at least
submarine artillery)

admittedly the russian concoction
is worth every last desperate laurel

still, to
carry (me through) the day i'll take one of
those beck's green bottle ribbentrop cocktails.

granular

2011-01-11T09:42:00.000-05:00

granular

dusty curling smoke
whittles life from me.
i am not much more
than a bent plum branch,
and perhaps not as
communicative.

aren't you glad we turned
to see that we can
eat vanilla ice
cream in this golden
splendour-bedecked church?

if patience was as
cheap as goosedown i'd
sleep the days away.

i don't have to have
faith. i believe in
god. these stenoglyphs
create reams of nigh-
illegible text.
bloodsick panic, dried
and unrestrained will
evaporate unmissed.

in darkly final
analysis i
have been feeding the
deer. the saffron haze
of the morning is
almost quiet. fresh
armenian strips
of paper burn to
purify rotting
air. one step ahead
of a thousand-year-
old wolf, you'll see that
i live forever.

this doesn't count

2010-09-17T10:10:00.001-04:00

this doesn't count

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downlands

2010-08-26T14:26:00.001-04:00

downlands

animating paralysis lightens
encumbrance illuminating shadow
broadcasts cooling flames inedible fruit
unlocked of grasped hair life-polished gray stones

glistening in the dark old pains calving
into summer bays to drift spinnaker
aqua rose towards six-month marine daybreaks
flashflooded dry valleys capriciously

eroding rivulets never before
seen disused speeches crumpled discarded
nothing to truck to market nothing to
taxi through peopled agoras saltmarsh

soaked up by cadmium green musk cattails
vetivers raining sand on powdery
coupled egrets sail enemyless towards
downy rookeries unpossessed to preen.

vermelho

2010-08-25T14:55:00.001-04:00

vermelho

we lay legs linked
as grains of two-
row barley are
waiting naked

a bold blue virgin
spica night shines on
hathor's pierced menat

summer's cold when
yr out adrift

so make me push the
windows open and
sweat off a hot dream
burning beside me.

newgrange

2010-08-23T12:52:00.001-04:00

newgrange

i'm made of magic
and moonbeams. i'm a
night-blooming gladiolus,
moth-fucked and born of
funeral rot.

my story was drained
out of screaming virgins,
hacked to pieces at the dawn
of time on bone-hewed
altar stones.

the blood dripped in
swastika spirals
and was sucked up by the
lunatic irish
clay on the longest
night of the year.

pozzolana

2010-08-19T11:17:00.000-04:00

pozzolana

i'm sure you'll be slow to forget,
my dear, but it was a muddy
air day. the kind of day that, when
we engaged in pleasantries with
shopkeepers, neighbors, and fellow
parkstrollers, instead of saying
'have a nice day,' we all said, 'hot
out there, huh?' i mean it was that
level of heat. a gagger rail
of crushed aleppo capsicum
marinated my sitting-duck
paranasales. budai-paunch-
deep inspiration of ancho-
smoke halabys integrated
the crushed lavender and crystal
moss/galbanum, good for driving.

to be precise, we did venture
in for the peppers, but there are
no accidents. i would have
been more than satisfied with
my first find, magic phials of
dracunculus, killing mice with
a cool green estragole fire.

there was a time in my life when
wanting blowtorched glass meant something
quite different than it does now.
today my indigoed vision
might be clouded by a wet fist
of dark blue crystalline powder
shivering at seven hundred
terahertz nagasaki blast,
but do believe that i could
use a big baby blue bowl on
my quartersawn coffee table.

come now, let's continue to be
up-front and frank with each other.
give me the straight banana-oil
dope. that's right, something non-shrinking,
something keeping reptile wings nice
and stiff until we fall to rest,
remiges aeon-plucked, sleeping
in langenaltheim greensand slate.

i wouldn't pull your leg about
any something so crucial as
kept pink pressed feral flowers. long
after the butterflies have lip-
smackingly devoured the wild
phlox and sailed on to start southern
hemisphere hurricanes, i want
that night-scented bloom to fall out
of ethics, demonstrated so
geometrically, to gloss
and prove. reinvest us with this
reverberating devotion.

hunting horns

2010-07-16T14:49:00.002-04:00

hunting horns

bone spurs in general and bog
-cut charcoal in particular

fridays is total death and i
am all the blacks down to the nerves

oxidized camellia breeze
oh-point-three on the molar scale

bitter almond ink gallows pen
all suffering spices spilled

atoning and waiting for fall
pleasantly deaf immolation

decapitated humanely
conquering angels with no names

oddly enough at the yeah yeah
place of skulls vending tobacco

kaolin and silica meal
path is blocked objectives are sparse

meyer lemons we'll need something
invigorating to wake up

to after a vacation take
a deep breath and bite down hard when

culture draws near i eat my hat.

a sconce's height

2010-06-23T09:35:00.002-04:00

a sconce's height

i forget about what
unseated a deep breath.

atomic sunflower
forces a hot smile.

this is my oak, now. some
bridges were built to be
blown up. this sheltering
ciborium will be
reduced in linear
time. the roof pales over
the sleeper.

what once was
a bridge becomes spun flax
with a broken fuel line.

momentum peters out.
i cannot swim with this
greedy but concise sword.

arrogant campaniles
crushed the tomb. find an ear
and cut it off. it's been
a long night, a very
long night.

please, don't deny
me this: i don't want bells
a-pealing, just a (four-
story) canopy of
state suited to office.

i've got a secret to
tell you: it just briefly
appeared that i floated
like cork with purity
of heart. we were never
not fishermen. we were
never the fish! truth be
untowardly told, i
was dragged to the sky by
triton's volcanic tide.

(note: this is my 200th post. thank you, friends, for your continued support.)

more lies

2010-06-21T16:56:00.000-04:00

more lies

com
puls
ion

stay
tuned

with-in
striking

distance.

certain gambling winnings

2010-06-14T13:42:00.001-04:00

certain gambling winnings

can you hear me
can you hear the things i say
what aren't you understanding
aren't you going to answer the questions i'm asking you

and i hear much louder
driving through my slipp'ry
ear canal on the good
other side a sick blast
of dismembered denver
grind that sounds much better
than the right shoulder's bird

lefthandpath lefthandpath

can you read me
can you see the things i write
is there anything unclear
let me know and i will try to turn the lights on

and i see much clearer
branding my retinas
a royal purple with
freshly ground dutch lenses
a cold wet ethical
umbrella opening
inside that is just as
unlucky as i have
ever been which is not
too very unlucky

i'm the luckiest dog in the pound
four lucky feet on the ground.

deadbirdland

2010-06-14T11:50:00.001-04:00

deadbirdland

i'm not a betting man so that's why we
got out of las vegas so fast

i'd rather stink of sage
weakly showing my age

an open mouth gaping whiff of the hot
distinctive smell of outer space

a warm vibratey feel
inelastically

tunneling from shongopovi to the
north rim

across hopi mesas into
brownsugary canyons guarded
by bored low widely spaced vauban
forts across fields of fire shot
by mountain lion meteors
pumice pickets sapped by the lame
renowned artificer at dusk

refusing to scratch the soil i failed to
feel how very damp the gopher

wood was so remorse took
me for a ride under

a thunderbird's fiery wing once again
this raven's mortuary school

admits only intelligent killers
not thugs

the step leader fell down the bright
angel trail at night kicking up
bottles burning bluegreen air to
ozone the world above the rim
might be manacled but down here
as long as there's water there's life
as long as there's something to drink

our azimuth is the cottonwood copse
hammered into tufted flames by anvil
lightning instantly fire god days erupt.

one wheel be amiss

2010-05-10T10:07:00.001-04:00

one wheel be amiss

you were a word written
in the fog of slow breath

bewildered signs rubbed on
a windowpane of ice

& when the spring-sun poured
a scant spoon of hot light

you evaporated.

knockout mouse

2010-05-05T16:38:00.001-04:00

knockout mouse

a stout bundle of nerves pressed mayan-head
flat against a hot rock.

musketry of hormones semaphoring
hunger and the rage

to correct, warmth and the fear to protect.
observatory

gouged picking sycamore scabs while pistil-
less pollen fallen

splashes down like an absent-minded toss-
off: quercus/onan.

maybreeze through bonebreaking culverts whips up
and pushes outstretched

limbs between sleep and the bomb. a dusty
winepress hand covers

eyes, pulls deformed head back, severs limestone
trachea as if by oak miracle.

immodest requirements

2010-05-03T15:47:00.001-04:00

immodest requirements

who waits for the next
full moon or for the the flowers
to bloom or for anything

to ever be right
the next indicated/wrong
motions are slickened panic

cervine flight thinning
a thicket lopping off eye-
level limbs with a mossy

rack through defeated
woods losing lavender from
fieldwet cloven hoof and mouth.

murdered starling

2010-04-30T14:38:00.001-04:00

murdered starling

blind wet
a world-coating of asphalt disaster
smashed credibility bright
red and screaming by what wouldabeen lunchtime
there's otherwise nothing viable in the infectious process
anaerobic deadzone smokers
an indication of an iridescent but hollow point

if were shod
i would this path trod
'twixt the twists of the road
on my way far from home

panhandling in the triangles of exit ramp debris
hey mister i been there aint there nothin for me
now there's nothin for me
but sunburns and cardboard signs/clothes
and unwashed washers and broken (notmine)bottles and
rotting wood if i could i would
rest on rusting wire laurels
scraped it up with battered brake lights
teeth winegrays as my mind frays into
endless days i need a raise
nobody pays attention anymore
in this drive through crypt and we're left
ripped off
or just ripped

dreaming slow of whitecross nights
and buick days eating scotchguard
deadened deaf food
unhinged hanged and loaded
in a searing old car smoking merits
thinking some day i'll be sophisticated
enough to listen to a tennis game on the
otherroom radio set game match.

andesitic

2010-04-14T11:23:00.000-04:00

andesitic

blood pleroma below me
lowering down into the battering night nothing

all those too quiet too well-lit basement minutes came slinking back
and i still didn't know how to press my hands against the neck
and i drank five beers and then didn't want to talk anymore

this is good
i know
no i mean this is good
yeah look you're really going to enjoy the next one
this is devil music
i know
it's really good
yeah

old furnace falls in on its empty core
basically the name of it
thank you so much

i'm gonna get back
in there where the cold is
and think very seriously
about tearing everything off of these
intertidal painslick walls.

floodtide

2010-04-14T10:42:00.001-04:00

floodtide

guitar girls in leather pants clouding my otherwise good
judgement.

lift

2010-03-22T10:54:00.001-04:00

lift

amy's ten-year old car had a squeaky cassette deck lovingly installed in sohari. i was still sitting on a big crate of dusty tapes, mostly because it was tough for me to dispose of anything non-living. who has the patience anymore to use a cd-to-cassette car stereo adaptor? not me. i just made mix tapes like i always have.

so when i start hanging out with matt, he sits up and takes notice when he realizes that i am playing mix tapes full of heavy metal. he takes notice because he makes the same kind of tapes. he used to have a whole mess of cds but they were snatched right out of the trunk of his car. do you listen to rap, neil? do you like motley crue? what about ratt? do you still listen to ratt?

the car starts filling up with matt's mix tapes full of choice cuts off of shout at the devil and the new guns n roses album. we are ready for chinese democracy, and that shit is blaring out of amy's tinny speakers. like an old bully/friend, nwa is leering at me again from the rear view. huh.

once i made matt a mix tape. it was a whole bunch of king diamond stuff. mercyful fate, king diamond band, even the song from the probot album. king diamond. matt said that stuff is timeless. it would go on forever and always sound good. a sea of timeless.

once we went out to the clay studio to watch the anagama burn. matt said hey if you ever want to see my family's land out in brown county we should go we should go soon. i said, yeah, we'll go, but i never intended to go, right? we never went.

i moved out of amy's house and took all my tapes with me. i angrily snatched matt's mix tapes out of her car and put them in a box and hastily packed up and moved out. i bought a car that just had a cd player and so matt stopped making tapes for me.

i was pretty busy hurting peoples' feelings, so i stopped giving him rides. we stopped hanging out every week and i stopped calling and he stopped texting and then he died.

there's no point to any of this. our bodies are soft and the ground is very hard and we fall down and sometimes we don't get up if no one is there to lend a hand. now i just have a handful of cassette tapes, the red-and-white maxell labels carefully inscribed in his shaky block-print, smudged with nicotine and heavily creamed coffee. none of the recorded voices is who i want to hear.

equivocanox

2010-03-16T15:54:00.001-04:00

equivocanox

after a year of trembling a full one-
thousandth of a second spins off towards the
comets' dusty paddock soaked in cheap reds

still a lot of warmth there is an obsessed
confusion for an arsonist for whom
heat has but one gratifying purpose

in my distress watch the papers with no
breath and it will be apparent where the
cream clots and the exmoor heather does bloom

life is short; we will give it all away
your pain, my empty space, one foot on the
ground praying fruitlessly for luther's bolt.

slip the leash

2010-03-15T13:16:00.003-04:00

slip the leash

so what happens now what the fuck happens now better bring a good raincoat something plasticized something impregnated something coated in oil i used to buy these cheap avocados from the oriental market on tenth street plantains too they were okay except that it was a fish market you know what i mean they had fresh crab and whatnot right next to the produce the point is that the avocados took on a distinctly marine flavor i didn't care for a long time they were cheap the most unreliable man in the world, but at the same time totally predictable bedwetting running through plate glass systematic cruelty to animals a serious inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality drug abuse violence blooddrinking arson no i am so serious, though about the next part it's the same story over and over and over again it's about decisions and loss the score will always be you losing you lose you die so die you can't win not for long as in war ah don't look so surprised/glum for starters, this is not news fuck you, it's not it's not shut up oh something earthy there lies on a corner of toast soaked in cold expeller pressed oil dressed up really frilly and pretty with that stinking cilantro musk whatawhore right so what i like it is what

so what happens now is completely up to you.

lamb handle

2010-03-11T15:08:00.000-05:00

lamb handle

i wanted to write hammering shaping
forming smashing hard with merciless force
forging with power through an infernal
shower of shrapnel sparks here connecting
one vital component to another
there pushing a deep wedges into what i
split and driving deep into green heartwoods

eh hubris who cares i am a padded
child-sized whack-a-mole cheap streams of arcade
tickets dribbling limp towards my knocking knees.

huangya cave

2010-03-04T10:27:00.001-05:00

huangya cave

guilt is a stone casket
tucked handhewn into
very high to heaven

understand this
through and through

we don't know where you
are either.

flame fougasse

2010-02-24T13:10:00.002-05:00

flame fougasse

you are remembering things as sandy
and candlewax soft with scents of crushed
locust leaves quartersawn oak in your air

years crept by afraid of the cold and of
tiger traps full of spikes

sick and shallow-
end swimming overwhelmed by beetledrawn
naptha and fire the taste of frozen
blood on lips hearing clanging causus bells
as though i am still and far out to sea

i was not swallowed by the dark there was
no reflection for awhile

any
thicksmeared painting was a good one this song
a new charttopper not much discretion
then or now

this is a poem about
a poem written on driftwood on a
beach on a trip i don't remember if
you believe that you'll believe anything
some days want to will believe anything

that is a quality i envy as
i said not much discretion then or now

starfortress placed by whom we never know

if we could wait ten minutes more we could
outlast it all could waiting happen or
as predicted does this now have to have
to happen and have us now.

the blood of a king

2010-02-22T15:42:00.001-05:00

the blood of a king

inhabit these wan digits open volume
a purple succession towards a lost standard
worth more dead than alive slashing sick sickle
so much disinfectant none of it turning
inheriting grief watching by the numbers
huaynaputina ejecting angels

i don't know what power means to the angels
on throttling fires you sit atop volume
indeterminate reference leather numbers
there is no barrier not marked by standard
a shallow reproduction conceals turning
bringers of emmer blood flowing with sickle

it's a hand fitted with a blade the sickle
steady adaptation dreamed of by angels
you look like food it's on you we'll be turning
mass whirling around and fleeing great volume
in hungry extensions famine bread's standard
proposition's violet cloth saith numbers

extensive guesswork breeds spurious numbers
frayed vitality a one-shaftment sickle
to suggest multiplicity is standard
in brightness and organ tones to call angels
reading star words on the black sky night volume
streetlights screaming in avestan and turning

find an excitable medium turning
so much subject to fogs and absurd numbers
no distinct characters none in this volume
make no apologies for this flag's sickle
hit out from the shoulder killing bland angels
centered tents pale before black outland standard

the road leads to a man of higher standard
flaccid propaganda in your guts turning
shipwrecked marriages preyed on by sick angels
wingthick southern seas swelling hostile numbers
food is mirrorglass staining swinging sickle
a breach experiment at painful volume

this method's volume is just shy of standard
mimetic fierce sickle float among turning
curving gauze numbers wrap dead ears of angels.

but not with all of us

2010-02-03T15:05:00.001-05:00

but not with all of us

bent springs won't run a clock during a feint
would that the sun had been a singular
bomb-blast brighter than this waxpaper sky
creased and handpainted - reagents pressing
pop it wide open while wasted color
clogged the nozzle, create the conditions
awnless hirundine hands sailing around
the world removing the stone of madness
quiet the civety taste of blood from
the mountains vaulting each continent to
the menacing gift of a shelly shore

oh a lot of silly people cannot
taste the black salt spray and decry what they
say is this ongoing destruction of
the heart as an ill-portended event
rather than a solar drift

one day is
plenty of time for any fearful harm

we had some good times... now my old broken
bottle's foot is untied so far from hearth
and home so we see our problems are smeared
all over these broken ivyvine gifts

greensplash it's an easy smile that just comes
fly off after a fight towards the depths of
the desert
the scattering glow won't go.

black diamond

2010-01-07T15:20:00.001-05:00

black diamond

now that i think about it
there were a lot of things that

didn't get done because of

her weak knees & skiing
was just one of them.

after the storm my 9mm was relatively dust free

2010-01-06T10:12:00.001-05:00

after the storm my 9mm was relatively dust free

never been an option of if more like
when godfuckingdamn i'm high and dead sick
legs out & sweating one generous hot
pot of throaty pepsin so weak now it
wouldn't take much spindled temple a short
walk a fast trepanned breath jesus widowed
neverpeaked running around in riddles
gutshot coppers electrified stranded
memorialized white shaggy shocked scouts
fuckit zealously repetitiously
a blackened gritty weedsleep still under
the asphault sunken holed landingcraft and
carbonized crosses it's a t an arrow an error it's
the thirsty sun

endurance no longer impresses barren fields
enough surviving unspeakable accidents
develop chronic ailments of unremarkable
calamity but most of it slides smooth and clicks
when you have to shoot shoot don't talk

although i maintain that you don't know what
yr missin a few things are fluidclear
look i've always had it easy it's just
my fucking luck and i like it just fine
there's no will like ill will no will i know
rubbing off on this thick hot fear sticky
who would fardels bear sometimes you limb trees
& sometimes the tree limbs you one thumb two
thumb a thousand reaching hungry cells wilt
in black rooms pale cold dry worn down empty
swept all away take it easy on 'em
these things ahh people ehh they don't run they
hide

don't you see the nothing to see in a
stand of trees by a bank of rushes.

conduit

2010-01-02T00:30:00.000-05:00

conduit

i don't answer any calls
it's dumb luck taking thick shape as another
exhausting indifference

all of this here looks right
& it smells right
this is what now remains
subsequent to a stripping away

fingers leave darkening bruises on thin wrists
gonna leave an ugly scar
evaporating burned too quickly
a leftover cheap square in the new pack
remember yesterday's shutoff notice

some people do eat flatleaf parsley
in salads and sandwiches
good for the breath and mineral rich

moped jed was on the guacamole run
remember to get some extra guacamole
stale chips in his mouth spaces
where rotted teeth once were
screaming he you someone has to stop
someone should stand in the way why
what to be run down and rolled over
it's not gonna be me.

deep water and let down

2009-12-27T22:02:00.002-05:00

deep water and let down

waking up wet from pokerchip
wristwatch keyfob discoveries
dream of an inland sea
save yr questions for some another time will we
we all will know just one thing and know it well
this time of year the water that is dragged to earth knows it all
professes a besotted vacancy
hefted my black canoes and pulled into portage
the dead of night rushed after once again leaving early
scurrying in a norway dance across a rainshot bottlepark
as a crowd of medical students cheered
themselves off the charts

a room is a room is a room
this one was chlorinated and left unwiped
one in four will take your breath away
and the rest anachronistically
hit the right ramps number matches
multiball bonus free rides

look across the sound at the gasworks and simply kill
break the vessels with a dull knife
hey hey be calm i added all the salt last night
was it the night draining away
a warehouse of exotic food
spent the rent in the tent with the gent

marine birds of prey dancing across whitecaps
into timor or goa or macao
looks like little lisbon is just that
cheated diminutively
retching the next best thing on the curb

derisive and broked up
if only you was sick
scoopfuls of stockingfoot panegyrics
nicolas flamel's paramedic paraldehyde
date? we're not going on a date!
we are going to ride the bus
i am going to buy a new pair of boots
fuckyeah it's all saints day aren't they all
birds don't eat the red berries anymore
they are hung like piked heads
until the springtime
keep it on the block you know in the family
there are certain disadvantages to these adaptations
then again the upshot is a rrreal rattttler
i mean that in a good way.

wcpgw(e)

2009-12-11T10:35:00.002-05:00

wcpgw(e)

using the canaries as a wheelchock
ross barrier is a bigass bootprint.

if there isn't anything on which to
float that thing aint gonna float now is it?

cardtricks oilslicks and entanglements.
the whole deforested goddamned eastern

seaboard is gonna fall off and push all
those rosy offshore accounts back to dawn.

pilcrow

2009-12-10T15:47:00.002-05:00

pilcrow

this has been a tender year.
take the shot and not the mist.
take some liberties. it's a
sunflower that grows in a
little broken pot. pronounced
peppery capitulum.

facefirst launching leaping no
giving up. where does all the
good goddamned laughter perch down
after it flies off my lips?

stretch out saturnine rings in
deep shining obsidian
black. a dim far sun is just
another cold star. all heat
comes from auroral friction.
when enceladus rockets

overhead, icy sulci
build captive egret's caudal
comet tail around the world.

whatever's left of slippery
fingertip grip runs downhill
downslope down your blissful belly.
drops of hungry seawater.
who else is left in pandora's box?

read me a poem.
actually, i think
you should read me two.

coupon clippings

2009-12-10T12:02:00.001-05:00

coupon clippings

eye movement discussion. before we met
i had no frame of reference. after we
met i had no frame of reference. it
happens to elephants; why not you? bleak
attraction to her case after torn case.

disguised what? in the neck? oh i mean, with
a name like that i kind thought it might
have been somewhere else. you may follow your
customer and then we will fucking hang
you. disgust. tremor. five terrors. tendon
toxicity. addition is what might distinguish
successive generations. s-j. red
necrolysis. holyshityrfucking
skinisfallingoff from the jawwws of life.

side effect of marrying a wanted
man. oxygen-barbiturates/advil.

three hz spike tuberose balaustines and
arils. boring mysteries of the vast
occident. go go go. holy tulsi.

these storms whip up from lack of surfaces.

wobble and crows feed on the soul. wasn't
there to inter, was just tucking a stubbed
out butt under oakmoss below the nave.

dark when we struck

2009-12-08T09:45:00.000-05:00

dark when we struck

that's what those boots are for, that's why they call them shit kickers. there's a lot of things i can tell you and a lot of things that i can't tell you and i, to start off and to finish, i can't relate exactly where i was or what i was doing or who i was doing it with or to whom i was doing it or why it was being done.

pride is not a continuum, it's a circle. an even loop.

it might speed up on the one side but not on the way back. the trade-off. a lot of them spent the rest of the week catching tadpoles. that seemed to be a reasonable alternative to becoming steeled to the indignity out there on what was a mosquito washed cigarette and manure trail.

hic svnt leones

2009-12-07T09:48:00.000-05:00

hic svnt leones

it is representation. it is not about what is in me; it is about what i see. i might as well be painting or taking photographs. i can't do those actions well, so i write. badly. please please don't confuse the representation with the mind of the artist. i've said it before and i'll say it again: this is not autobiographical. never never never. i'm telling stories.

interlude: short piece about how my pieces are not autobiographical is autobiographical. life is complicated, innnit?

to restate: the fascination with the macabre stems from a total lack of understanding of it. because the ground of violence is incomprehensible, i cannot explain it so sometimes i attempt descriptions. i don't like this shit at all. this couldn't be further from the truth and is in fact in direct opposition to my intent, feeling, action, and product.

it isn't me. i'm just a vessel. hollow conduit. a mirror. just a mirror. just a lens. there is a bright blond goodness in me that melts out like honey or skyblue candyfloss. fresh cut ferns and bittersweet orange seeds. apples and mint. summersweat and wide-eyed wonder. bunny rabbits snoozing in clover. really.

kelp flags

2009-12-07T01:47:00.000-05:00

kelp flags

passes the novembers slow stomping through sandy
castles as though the equine tide was ever
coming to make short work of grainy henges
and bucketform hill forts as the price of lunar
boredom you are still we can all see it pulling

no unmothballed beach
broad enough to stoplight
evenings swatting flies on
a tedious want walk

whether from top to bottom it will all under
disassociate its own weight one polished sea-
jewel after another rainbowed turf for scuttling.

datura apologies

2009-12-07T01:46:00.000-05:00

datura apologies

"when twisted shut, form a curled-star"

1. self-referential

marked, it made us turn all the taps on, inside and outside, to let the wellwater run free, pumped out brave and foamy, colorless, not the rusty tannery wash dribbling from my elbow, hands, misuse, it was of course july 5, 1775, 1999, whenever, we got a lot of it, we gots what we deserves, don't say i.t.y.s. yet,

2. more

there is short memories, there is bad memories, there is no memories, like unto slow memory, we all saw it right after the last man spoke, trick of the light, cutting off the circulation one last time, abandoning the tourniquet theory, all i know then is that there there was fire, all around, in-can-desssssssscent, so much for having a slow day,

3. wherefore

unnecessary for a change, i gotta say, i wasn't there the first time, discussed, anecdote only, and taking the rest, except for the last one, probably the best i've had the pleasure of attending.

white people in depression

2009-12-02T14:10:00.000-05:00

white people in depression

contusion oppossum teatree sadistic marmalade diplomat contribution embarrass deafness numerology gaiaphone carpentry horseradish appalachian refinement granule justice bursting fricative scorn contemplative arsenic byzantium precipitate boxwork mummy process springflowering stout seaside wrinkle tangible brunt copper majorelle makingcold blaze capercaillie almond apophasis impedimentia leathery implication crystalline twins fernet.

mold mold mould

2009-11-26T12:36:00.003-05:00

mold mold mould

a merino ramscoat provides for thorns
petroleum porcelain broken wide
bullet controlled across a newer moon
rising spunsun weaves above/belong

germinating determined introduced
one thing after another if we
have a choice illusion of natural
selection's necromancy connection

to place close your eyes and lean in = follow
smell nothing but a desire & target
takes below reverberation
stillness dominoes painted blackplay with

smooth thumbs chewing inchoate striated
musculature carved straight outta woo(ul)d.

my dad

2009-11-24T10:54:00.002-05:00

friends,

my father passed away yesterday morning after eight and a half months of living with cancer. he died at home with his wife and his youngest son, me. my brother arrived in town shortly afterwards.

i'm going to miss my father a great deal. he was a great man, the richest man i ever knew. i hope to carry his vision of love, commitment, and service throughout each day.

i'll write some danged poems now. that seems to be what i do best.

thanks all for all you do.

tremors and secrets

2009-11-18T15:36:00.000-05:00

tremors and secrets

risky clients penalized particular
bad hit huge taken back implement someone
who can never responsible lost strapped dead
beat ideal high the work of satan she's full

of reptiles malignant made it's mark drawn
out on a bigger scale drawn out on a full
scale ornamental obstacle severely
degraded weakened chiefly flatten less than

convinced coming from worry pursuant to
statute deep in decline abominable
expectation when ever he can up on
to the shore if i get up there seems to take

measure of his strength you would have to call it
instrumental from the severed bone it flows.

underwater architects

2009-11-18T12:03:00.001-05:00

underwater architects

smoking in churches
makes me happier

don't wanna see them
burn down i'm not that
kind of metalhead

the deadly curls of
battleship gray paint
hotboxing quiet
sanctuaries like
a high school bathroom

sabene and absinthe
tobacco pious
death eternal life

it's not the first time
i've made decisions
in places like this

subimago lost
skipping over slick
streambed slates
promised safe passage.

transportation

2009-11-17T12:25:00.001-05:00

transportation

the tic in my eyelid reemerges
in steel-lined cafes wearing a thousand-
euro sharkskin suit and slipperycalf
double-buckle monkstrap chukkas coated
with enough grease to overpower two
tiny dunlins sleeping in a bloody
spiked leather jacket fuming of peter
stuyvesants and grapefruit cologne fine veins
thallium tattooed fremenblue shooting
up espresso and turbinado and
sponsored by the vicious devil himself

grief: absent
night: radium-soaked
dreams: constant, you.

keep the hooks

2009-11-13T08:33:00.001-05:00

keep the hooks

flashburnswet welded a colding season
scavenging shorterfilm southern fibers
dutiful flight horizon
fallback lake in the mind

who is that a-wandering down the one
in the morning railroad tracks like there is
any other kind of prey base

i understood only a little bit at a time but thanks
for one more focused i think paper piece

all i recognized was the parallel
mechanism bumper of your car that
never really impressed with the phased way
of sorrow was arranged what are we to
look towards but more nights outside

scholars but born thieves, killers but mystics
patient sleepers

its warmth did melt the eyered flowers
whateveryername was i forget it

cashiered notebooks all foreign bottom white
woven curve whichever story you want

perhaps i would i bought the wrong brand to
make it appear friendly file it under
unpostable and use all yr fingers
gardens of portability in an
overgrown river

brought the sun inside and stared at it
devouring the unlearnable
comfort: what might something like that sound like
so much rattles overheard, overhead.

cooperative watermark

2009-11-12T08:40:00.000-05:00

cooperative watermark

the stain wipes off celestial. vector perturbation stares at a low blue flame. red lights burgeoning a red room. decor matches the exit sign; texture of thermobaric weapons/bricks. positioned so that, should you maintain the angle of your glance, when you leave you'll know from where you left. armed tender supply encourages a looking from the side d’signal detection. all these years later and still snooping for clues. ye are many - they are few. it's a lot to take in. amble off to sleep with a whistling hand over a dead ear. take umbrage. take two. so what if i didn't pay attention, if i didn't perk up when you were, oh, what were you doing? elaborate scrollwork on a shaved snaphaunce prowling the deeptrawled shores. tumbled beachstones and everblack moors. a thick mossy air. through the smoke feigning affectation.

limoneneade

2009-11-10T13:46:00.001-05:00

limoneneade

undivided attention
sanddune eyes taste a drizzle
of what you have seen

sauté fresh sage one minute
i'm fast asleep then i'm out
on the wet duckboards

retinal carvones mirrored
bridgeshearing minty rivers
i think i have one

a kind finely sanded stone
downy animal except
in dreams of all this

already all ready so
ready steady samples and
associations

fresh and unfettered by the
usual garden outside
blowing freesia clouds

lighthouse glow gardenia
spun blossom exuberance
into the linens

every morning it's easy
peasy deliciousness all
the time all the time.

catheterdrawl

2009-11-08T14:10:00.000-05:00

catheterdrawl

carved cedar saints abducted as hawksfood.
thick silver tarnishes over crumbled
sienna choir windows. blood-stiff unbleached
graven images adhered to quilted
prison pits by gangrenous leakage. rough
cold laboradorite perched on poisoned
rodent roads. cartilage subscribes versus
oat-drunk ploughboys. lashscarred hot but dreaming.
purified somnambulists. sun-browned fierce
obsidian lunar forge for failing
to assault. peeping from the church-spire tiles.
handwashing prior to splattering jack
chick tracts with frothing emotionalism.
skin pulled tight past regimental hardwoods.
the charnel house is burnt blood black metal
burst. deepening lost dance rosin sinkhole
disaster. mute potshotted corrections.
farsighted offense warehousing sculptured
bones. pilloried in thorns. sanitary
electric fences invested with toes dangling.
deritualized synthesis. prussian
chandeliers pigment-dyed in confusion.

perpetual markup

2009-11-07T00:33:00.000-05:00

perpetual markup

i.
physical wear musketing aerosol sicknesses.
desolate lithographs of encaged gallmilked bears adorn decaffeinated archives.
spreading erosion in asymmetrical chalices.
depilation an oaken task.
breezy muscled shamanic influence bath.
sidelong abandonment of bumblebeed euphorbias.
occupation dissolves communal antlered vocabulary.
unbounded leavened loyalty.
loathsome moraine and quadratic presence on peppery soapstone.

ii.
i drew a keratin scabbard to check the epoxy.
rehearsal, anthropology entertainment, more pressured examples.
layers of murdered narratives unviewed.
exertion toward athletic jargons.
stargazing dishonesty soaked in paraffin.
cushioned grain confluence.
elemental waste experience abundance described by meltwater.

iii.
revolving incarceration.
digested altimeter discipline.
quite a handsome weaving of vintage solitude.

iv.
a bad dream i want to incise practically.
regional carbon monoxide.
cardinal textilery.
handspan fiefdoms.
miscalculation recordings.
irrigated crustacean bulleted, expending fidelity.
hourglass fevered with air.
drizzled, bubbled, adequate experience.
copper halogens.
tertiary ecclesiastics penciled treasure.
questionsnatcher.
laughing and ticking in a duplicate impasse.

v.
the vitrified electroplated architecture imposes spontaneously.
this is venous leather.
a lithe militia winterizes a bellhop in aromatic fashion.
sloppy metaphor novelty, recumbent, effacing pith.
formulaic craters immemorialized.
comfort in fascia.
swaddling cratered misogyny and pneumatic division.
the volume of the latecomer.
rationed impressions lain.
metered associations coated.

vi.
protein chain shyness.
acropolis definition. coated pulse standing.
alleged appropriation retracts.
ferrous habit selection.
salinated antithesis, birdshot, slick.
defensive embarks.
assisted parable function.
irrigated ambition scarab manual.
weighty reductionist illumined alluvium.
i rend traditional vocalization and chronicles of cambium.
blossoming fingerprints encapsulate compression.

demonstration

2009-11-06T00:01:00.002-05:00

demonstration

belphegor: my name for daisies. levantine shoe polished symptoms. black bear purse. protestant table tennis. centrality. a bag full of modal. saint floods. breaths. jetway sleep is for the weak. cinnabar death sentences. weak suspicion. it's a pause not an end. meteorite slip forward. work snipped like tinnitus. ladybug icecaps. slid tonnes into it. thirtynine degree colony alarum. slid on the icecap. elephant slit. chlorine souls. coded bastardy. cynical north. sit on the fortunes. patent office free or cheap amendments. living stones. self titled. indian leathers. mote eyes. groaning tables. heaving services. strawberries. shelves. no potential for abuses. untruth. new information. unpleasant dance. pleurisy clichés here. stitched up sense organs. contraception openings in skin. tie down the scrum pieces. i wrote a joke about caesar in knots. once as exactly funny. lupine intentions. tree branches reaching out for more arizona cold. more of what i don't want. gallery credibility. leakage blue negatives of newer plasterwork growth. it sounded like a fog horn. limewater restorations and old processes. verlaine. verdun. orthodoxy mountains emerged from the monsters in the junkyards. crampons. barns near farms between the rows. empty temperature words. keep the windows open next time. nonsense. lao tzu and frenchfried vegetables. pyramidal immediacy. ossuaries, empires of skin. peach preserves. confinement devastated syntaxes. violet leaves misinterpretation. happenstance cloven lines sprawled. distraction. unhearables felted slain in the heat. woolened things tattered. staple. simony edition strung on finnish harps. we had it for generations. it's not yours because of your name for it.

burn the works

2009-11-05T10:39:00.001-05:00

burn the works

yr foot whispered a smashed red aphid
dance / flirt / other noble occupations
accord with salty sardinians

a hundred thousand mile timebelt
resolved to attack synclines
it's no wonder

between recreational fireworks
& the real thing katyusha hellfire
it was still an eroded deposition.

with surface

2009-11-04T09:56:00.001-05:00

with surface

oviparous telephone is insectile
a really big one
the food i cannot eat
self-arrest

blackened skies betrenched
out of doors tracks head
flavorofthemonth

vicious aluminum virility
powder blue bel air saddled
facewalking strong long
rattling ride

toothless, kinged, opened, singed
an aerodynamic church key
at the end of the world
poisoned apples paddock sedge
stopping a personal fall
accoutrements for menace.

she managed to rasp

2009-11-02T23:10:00.000-05:00

she managed to rasp

gold-capped commission
streetlights thoughtstealing
blue lips bleeding out
a small apartment
choking with fanned ghosts
what is the word for
opposite of wolves

the cotton canyon
is falling awake
carved an ice river
weeping in ill-timed
cylindrical tenses

flanged bloodfingers scoured
inside your mixture

it's everything but wrong
all shot-glasses have
a nervepushing word
distorted symphony
of ventilated
persimmons aloft

retinas renal
arteries upright
digested postures

waffles and steak missed
endfullness connected
a stairwell's landing
handholding swaying
uncounted reductions

the lights went down &
mains switches wasped green
red over hardwood
rainswollen empires
capillary excitement
everyone had a good sense

lots of cheap stuff
released what do
you know about a
good time

i felt typhusbad
refused the mattress
soaps crafted from olives
green in the guts green
in the eyes yes eyes
holed into shiloh creek
robbed like a packmule
father son holy rebar forest

enchanted to the very marrow
one more unwilling
angel makes a cameo
oxidizing by
punching a nitroglycerin
group and flies for the wings
at the first whiff of
ganges river muskdeer.

shahrewar

2009-10-27T10:26:00.001-04:00

shahrewar

caltrops as litter beneath pallets high
peaks inverted spiraling down justa
one droppa bathwater to wash off the
tribulation of rare western seedpods

rafts of unavailable rodents
cast up to colonize the sargasso
beetle belt

king over austerities purpled
eye of nothing eye of relatives

labor an hour to burn a beechwood
sanctuary denial scorching
glaze encasing lostness

after four days of a reptile red bulb
shine a hard vacuum
lay antidepressed in the trough we're not here
in darkages sightseeing unmediated.

one quarter so well

2009-10-26T16:49:00.001-04:00

one quarter so well

it's a dirty citizenry engaged
in social orienteering

we chew our cud & reflect languidly
on the relative brokenness of things

glossy color always meant adhesive
speed not pulling the guts out of this thing

assist in describing it as an
exercise in dot connection
live somewhere not caring

go somewhere else caring less move against
caring is unimportant now is time
to carry; burden thyself

we'll be like burdened
as we like don't care
or whatever.

[note: i have been posting to this blog for 1 year. in that time i have posted 155 pieces totalling something in the range of 30800 words. feel free to browse backward in time and read, perhaps for the first time, some of your favorites. i am extremely grateful for your continued tolerance of me. thank you, friends! - Neil R. Graf]

blackmetal and perfume

2009-10-22T15:05:00.000-04:00

blackmetal and perfume

of course of course leadcontaminated pandora chocolate amateur noma debridement pity it really is an excellent record one-hundred-percent chances traffic accident empowerment of a matter of course there are better things to do god doesn't hate the higgs boson any more than god hates you which is actually a lot so it is not very surprising that the machine does not work for any of a million million unknown reasons compromised those were simply excellent windows and it was a great house in which to take drugs the best time to be there is when you weren't there what did she say something like you're never not gonna be in my life too much you were interested; you had done it before as though there is a connection pppppppppperrrrrrrroxide or something else to spit ahh guess ahhm jus spaced way oout aah guess ahh ahhm of course of course pull the heartnote out bittermelon green to you are about to you.

ouroboros

2009-10-21T10:52:00.000-04:00

ouroboros

underneath a concrete walkway looking
up through feet of earth
kings' interment ti leaf shrouds ninety-nine
lunges upward to

the calcite fortress a charred jungle of
cyclopean walls

blown out of the sea the snaketail is not
a meal it is a
blackened blinding spear.

piedmont discernment

2009-10-20T12:24:00.000-04:00

piedmont discernment

it's a good thing it happened now that it's
happening now not solely because now
is as good of a time as ever as
close to doubtlessness as one can approach
without uh huh damage this must be true

verily verily ever notice
how when lying we say honest i swear

it is impossible that anyone
likes this think about me in the morning
every day for seven days you can do
what you want to with this information

there isn't much keeping me from getting
on the next damn bus & disappearing

do it for the love of the typhoon
my brain is the size of a walnut
that tiny thing only returns
to land to breed
it is a constant surprise that they all don't
stay the hell away from mauritius
after what happened
but the occasional accidental extirpation
will be washed in on crushed logjams

look i have now blinded him for his sins
why don't we go up there they can come here

so what if it's not a good new idea
does it walk on water so long as faith is humble
does it see that it's time for a change
does it live forever
satanique tiny nesting in the hand
that is the diminution even with
foregut bursting aviation's diesel

take salvation talking about nothing
just to hear voices as though last human
contact was months or longer ago just
take a bite every now and then you won't
look so desperate

what you said had nothing to do with me
or my life or anything but it made
me feel like i was doing something right
i don't mean doing something rightly or
correctly but right & i was struck by
the idea that i could feel that way now.

triticum

2009-10-15T08:48:00.001-04:00

triticum

never soft on time again it was like a shaped charge all we heard was a /click/ and it was all over hard winter grains pushing slowmotion midnight cry through a glassified bulletsplash spill away turns the machine on transmitting to van diemen's land the morningafter pill of great disappointment.

amputation

2009-10-14T08:19:00.000-04:00

amputation

cyanide gloom glistened
dewsponged poaceae
icefilled basin spills decay
this lives only in dreams
the last remembering
sewed up remembered

little greentarnished brass
brads swivelled pasteboard legs
vulgar marionettes

coriander scattered
seed on the oast house floors
felon weed armwrestles
all but a lipsmack of
essential oils out

twentyfive square feet of
polyvinyl embued
malignant rose attar

a tiny humidor
never half-filled with coin
your broken piggybank
mined palewhite now it's mine.

epilepsy

2009-10-13T08:33:00.001-04:00

epilepsy

our spirits soar to hear
fine lucan parables
of loss and redemption.

she found the misplaced coin!
he retrieved the wayward
lamb! we, almost all of

us, feast the prodigal
son. wonders of mercy.

anomaly, rather.

the money is long gone,
i hunger, and i am
alone. when i return

to my father to loot
his stores again, know it
will not be the last time

i devour substance.
miraculous? bereft.
wandering chthonic

forces hold us; it's no
boast to describe the weight
of the riotous world.

helium

2009-10-12T09:52:00.001-04:00

helium

concieved in a prohibition
the very first sunbursted mold
queues up next to the salt
pass the salt
breathe in deep and for
a thin slice of a day
the clock stands still

so this little sandwich shop over on
the other bad side of hungerford drive
it was in the lobby of an office
building and we'd go there during our too-
brief lunchtime to smoke stolen cigarettes in
the dining room
the korean couple attending their
store were obviously displeased with the
smoking but because of a transaction
we give and we take or so i think i
thought
we bought submarine sandwiches chips and
coffees and sodas they tolerated
tolerated us and provided small
plastic icefilled cups to use as ashtrays

creeping up the sides of the glass
once reaching a supercooled liquid
state hears the third sound
spreads out like a rollin film
condenses as a drop underneath
drop it does
plip drip drop down
covering the jar
top to bottom
thirty nanometers thin

that car door didn't
have an operating lock not because
of a criminal mastermind no
riding with arnold after sandwiches
and cigarettes
off with nothing
of value
we kicked you next to the
undesigned station

maryland stands unsteady
legs across the bay leaning
on the western hills nervously
waiting for a friend
finding only islandslashing
hurricanes snipers
enslavement fools
nattering bribes

madness the coldest
of the south the south
that isn't

this did not actually occur to be
sure something like the blue aforementioned
happenstanced windmilling goosed in the woods
an oozing shoplifted experience
tired and looking for the next handhold

those vessels tied in knots inside your head
a magpie stealing from your nidus.

orphanage

2009-10-09T15:23:00.001-04:00

orphanage

there's one situation unlike this
entirely not similar to
this one situation set setting

conducting the automobile to
the summit of a steep hill and the
brakes go out the journey is all but

uninterrupted so long as gears
engage but when stopsigns

really? really? stopsigns? that's it?
if we're makin shit up let's reaaaaar back

firebreathing medieval fucking
shaitan emerges out of the fog
it takes barefoot funambulism

to ride on the stick the angel cried out
i need clutch room and the car's sliding
backwards increasing nightblack hellbound

velocity pop it running slick
backwards and the knob falls off and pull
the lever and push the button and
jiggle the handle
so when nothing else works like a fool
falling down vallejo oh you mean
past hodges alley look folks it was

it's nothing like that i mean nothing.

pernod and soda

2009-10-07T16:54:00.001-04:00

pernod and soda

dust storms loot frozen streambeds
the waitress is chinese or mexican

she has moved off reservation and
her family is all she has left now
that her family is all gone

no one was ever supposed to stay here
because the earth swallows you up
and burning moons fall from the sky

a running problem or a drinking problem
pheidippides that is most redundant

i can't get out of my mind
putting you into my mind
so i don't mind so much my mind

the rails shine on
terra cotta land drinks blood
fennel green

fit to be tied
and wait for the full moon.

blasph

2009-10-01T17:01:00.001-04:00

blasph

the blinking line tells me where to put it
it's a cracked door
i'm out here in a bright

white laid linen room and the fractured wall
is a winking
alley

no it's not the space between two buildings
not even a rough road
unnamed driveway

gravelly overgrown indiana
alley to brief
salvation

this hissing curser is who is in the
lane beckoning
me to a show i've seen
already.

back

2009-09-30T13:24:00.003-04:00

okay. i'm back home. my dad is steadily improving. his capacity for adaptation is remarkable; i hope i have inherited his flexibility. health, real health, is not avoiding damage, but rather the ability to heal. he will survive this journey.

i may be able to write again soon.

my dad

2009-09-25T22:38:00.002-04:00

People:

No poem today. My dad had surgery today. He had a pototo-sized tumor removed from his heart. His heart is weak and damaged. We are not sure what will happen next. It is a minute-by-minute thing right now. He's 65. He is an explorer, aviator, artist, and loved by many all over the world.

So. If anyone is owed any favors by gods or doctors, if you could call them in for Robert Graf, we'd appreciate it.

Your thoughts and prayers are appreciated!

Thank you gentle readers and good friends all.

-nrg

arsonnaut

2009-09-18T11:27:00.002-04:00

arsonnaut

read it bethlehem
looming on the horizon
not the birthplace of
the unsaved savior
seems like a good idea
a suicide in
downtown bethlehem
pennsylvania smokestacks
syphilis lament

doesn't it mean i
paid a lot for all this

you might make some of
these hazy intentions
of yours known want an
idea of what a late
acknowledgement is
upon landing it is
to produce joining
right basketed shortened
oh but time is short

walk through plasticky
feels an uncovered seam
after it has burned
it is ground up and jet
blasted black it'll
take the pointed paint off
the bottom and the walls

i don't know where you
will be tonight either
this abrasive slag
is neither heat nor light.

suntracker

2009-09-16T13:23:00.001-04:00

suntracker

we had spent much of the morning driving back to las vegas from temple bar on the shore of lake mead the marina a hundred meters from the water the whole lake lanced and drained by henderson phoenix l.a. everywhere the whole lake shrinking a steadily healing wet burn soft chenille blues lapping arid inlets powdery scrub and ephedra funerea overstimulating obscenely gargantuan subresevoir monsters and raining eutrophic algae on catfish and wrecked b-29's

measured in time a second hand swept to the right while the left hand held the outboard tiller sun diving for cover behind a salty ringed red mormon temple in the nevada desert we were spotted from an hundred miles up and charted on a tiny crystal we ran down the road one step ahead of dim coyotes

the hotel was a motel midweek it was cheap i watched the boxer on inroom cable carl said this is sad this is depressing i don't like movies about real life i dont like real life

ah who does besides my admirable good brother this is not our life we see depicted we are not throwing rocks at british troops in belfast we are in las vegas sore-legged and wide-eyed our biggest problem right now is slow service at the in-and-out burger you my brother are here with me on the telephone with your wife you are not going to jail for involvement in the irish republican army your wife my dear sister-in-law is in ireland coincidentally enough she is not tearfully in fear for the lives and freedom of her revolutionary family she is instead buying sweaters and dining in touristy pubs

tomorrow we fly back to indiana and we will go about our mundane businesses you will ensure the security of telecommunications and i will drink and write and not do too much and no one will make a movie about any of us.

sabbath day point

2009-09-15T11:20:00.002-04:00

sabbath day point

got them jersey blues. got them ol' jersey
devil blues. all i see is the side of
your face and the rifles crack the coldest
open sledgehammer sounds. accidental
evolved bodies melt in the faces of
winter. it was a grandiose plan to
lie down in the canoe and float towards the
dam with a lotto ticket and this jug
of bourbon. ice floes and pressure ridges?
no one remembers these things. is off-brand
forgetting the same as a memory
fabrication? it's always good to have
friends. a waggling radio wave in a
combination field. laying on the lawn
metabolizing limestone hydra dusts.
hobbled down by barometric pressure
and telephonic rust supervision.

timbering torch trees on the edge of the
fortress. the cream of the crop in the woods.
soft stones to eat. sand to reap. invasive
species. what is it out there, new inside?
behind a row of windwhipped trees? brevet
promotions due all of them. no never
any. as a matter of course a gourd
is withered con islancio. until
the end of the contract. enforce knowledge.

frequency is unrelated to one's
velocity. troubles with proceeding:
the road runs all the way out to the coast.

gyratory

2009-09-03T11:11:00.002-04:00

gyratory

grinded these words is and rightly so we
needs em crushed for consumption we needs em
mashed into paste to spread em thin fitted
into the gaps where there is no flighting
strip away costume and regional dress
look at the pebbles at the bottom of
the wastewater pool lovingly held by
tenuous roots we feed on the tubers
of speech the basic ups and downs circles
and swirls that pass for the symbols of thoughts
of colors and cows one stone is harder
than another and a mark is left at
the touch water fills the mark and freezes
in the dark pushing out the edges now
the oppidum is behind showing
a backward occupied impression space
a puddle shines to dip another rock
into and wipe our dreams on the wall put
out the bleaching light my child sleep in a
wild capillary web of sick support
what is the sign for a friend i don't want
to see what makes my eyes close again how
cold will it be to solidify the
pool in the middle of me its got a
life of its own now my little one is
growing up my little one hunkers down
in the cardiac notch fer some learnin'
figurin' and writin' pleurisy is
still burning down the little red schoolroom
further diminishing co-rotation
tendencies no one compensated for
instincts anymore art is mutation
breakneck growth an opera ribcage a
heated screw sappers dig a deep mine and
pack it with a million million tons of
fertilizer a quick harvest of fire
when the ditches blush again when dad tells
the truth i want that rib back so i can
use it like a spoon and dig out this bomb
we have no words for this thing we eat in silence.

oil seep

2009-09-03T11:10:00.000-04:00

oil seep

"quantifying the bubbling flux."

a complete passage simplified
saskatchewan effects boon
rigorous changes correspondence
shafts shown universal parameters
however analyses shall present
implosive physical airspeed
priority small rates
predictedcontent with large
oilseed geometry expressions
assumptions called now most
noncontinuous superimposition
means liquid theory figures a
developed filtration opening
vodka simplified operation
conditions through where
reduction could wear years
residual extrusion place higher
mixture intuition development
give solid liquid to discretion
during passing section variety
piston cylinder mathematical
greed improvement analysis
results nuts property development
prose attributed use c-o-e
oil bearing namely completed
knowledge assembly viscosity
sketch throughput following be
rather cashew out decrease raw
department over past stage no
length simple sketch predicted
to expression l used
experimentation efficiency
contents accurawly throughputs
appear tent if presses present
possible coworkers which
laboratory simulation they flights
oil whom required an energy flow
with that he simplicity pressing
based screw cooled
piston cylinder lower extended
model choke error obtained also
capacity two geometry expected
was studied yet shafts sections
these erasure experimental
relatively clay water case
predictive wig only rate mass
period may press october basis
expel calculate pressed liquid
increase systems performance
conceptual chemical performance
continuous canada presented it
rapeseed profile crop worm
contained occurring given this
week purposes industrial
department involved pressure
because basis in materials come
maceration than decades
extensively feed reasonably solid
liquid their modified prediction
cannot print paper engineering
any science more figure would
disciples along unknown longer
consolidation unidirectionally
expellers ability is.

dissipatio

2009-09-02T12:31:00.004-04:00

dissipatio

i don't ask because i don't care
just tell me where to put it
the big debt is mine to my
stomach i am always paying
eventually i'll get behind
and die one more one more one more
ready let's go

i'll take one in the guts to watch you wipe
blood off of your snowy forehead flashbang
you spin as the neva flows around me
doubled over like a napkin
too much like byron = queer high silly
ovid = rude plagiarist queer high silly

watch us crush armenia because we want to watch us pave nevsky
prospect with planed khachkars watch us install your skulls as
kerbstones along the general staff building burning eden on the arax
diamond-mounted sabertoothed to do what we tell you

pistolholed dead aired
out dissipation
curly black river
passion pass on rolled up down

to lose myself in this distance
is to live another day
despite the hunger
to forget this day
is to feed another
last meal hand me
one more bullet
one more spoonful of stones
push it in right there
use your trigger finger

exiled to a next-door dacia
man i betted that that hurted in there man
oh man is a mystery of civility
why i don't ask anymore.

coastal loading

2009-09-01T09:10:00.002-04:00

coastal loading

we are sharp brittle things we are dropforged
or sputtercoated can't start it like a
car these cool mercury lines fleck away
a glowing wire in a rare earth the
rose crowns of tired giants assembled
among us it is not accomplishment

i'm not an expert he says i do not
even do it well i barely do it
well so the numbers don't mean much we here
are not teaching this isn't a lecture
starting off with some dividing lines a
formalizing cartography i don't
know where you are only what i offer
and where it is the bread's over there i
cannot teach regeneration or what
it is like to know everything about
an other as it is there's no time to
know anything at all about a self

no influence needed unpossessed of
narrowness and bare gloom wrathless for now

a quiet herald messageless runner
a fortunate brigand eyes once muted
by sparrows unassuming character
just a working stiff a regular joe
looking at the world through screens dirty at
that a caused coagulation tightened squint
notable by its absence wait / don't wait
opportunity's broad present folded

once so given up to the things we do
to make ourselves tired that we are kept
up at night by them never a fallen
angel rather a deserting demon
treacherously virtuous abandons
decay and great want a red present for
a white lord and an end of weeping take
repose in the ashes of perfume god
is a found object in the light once a
wet beast of prey now a lesser nighthawk.

domesticated

2009-08-26T11:31:00.001-04:00

domesticated

you wanna read some stuff i said with a searing stare right through your married eyes you wanna see what's going on inside this cavern i tried to follow your ascending line of proposition once at the end of the alley is just that the end climbing the walls as far as they go and then down again fallen a bubble of meltrock sucked into the water table blasts out a phreatic eruption i can't get my eyes away i can't stop i can't stop again

there's no good explanation for this thing that has been happening i say happening like i haven't been making it happen but whoever has been doing it it has been me doing it there is no good explanation for it for me for the thinking for the thing it's not good not at all the nearest rung to grab onto is devastation

atlantean chrysalis soaking strobes covalent waistcoat palmleaf storm rosehip seed oil blots out the sun

surely the saints would have been monkeys if they could see the things i do why stop with the saints surely i am a monkey too watching the straits of gibraltar looking for a way out of here a decree nisi was ruled at swordpoint by the newly married king and queen you've got just over a season to put up or shut up to put out or get out of the barrio troglodyte

he kept no fire on friday night and eschewed pork converso marrano he kept a bottle of xanax and as soon as he was off paper took his hands of the wheel and the truck pulled into the packy setback of reconquista uncaptured in the camp unwounded in the triage unkilled in the grave unsinned to be saved he was out of friends and out of luck and there was one more place he could go granada to wait four months and become some other self.

aliphatic

2009-08-25T16:06:00.002-04:00

aliphatic

twilight drowned in the gas-oil mix
a chainsaw secreted alkanes
on the rusting shortbed
odd jobs
furnish plumes of sharp glass
kiting wires
decayed priming bulbs
fuel bladders

rotting
a leaky rubber sows
petroleum on my bikechain
how much warm gin did i drink in
an efficient way in a sad
efficiency on harold street

bubbles entrained in hepatic
tissue
flecks of blood composing
octaves on white clay
slitform tones
dislodged goateyed sophomoric
thought through a yellow room's booksmell

popcorn scorched in the jackson lab
we are mice and we are dead
smoke
inhalation
succinct spirit
of amber sour cycle
through
a dusty bath
on this side of

béarnaise
questionable heat
blown
generator tumbling down the
hill until i was done
like so
many other men i craved her
but could only sit on her stained

balcony
lasagna burned in
pyrex inside
bud cort hanged
cat
stevens sanged
screwtop banged
i cut
my quickchewed fingertips up a
pile of flarelit targets in camps

i scraped my knuckles
i don't need
a ride home tonight but i'll take
it anyway
i'll take lots that
i don't need
goddamnit stanley
now you've done it
i'm running on

fumes again
borrow tenthousand
and eat it
yes i believe you
are
borrowed ten bucks and paid it
back tight
penny wise ounce foolish
feazings frayed rope ends spliced flicker

distilling all costs
autumn's here.

land of goshen

2009-08-24T10:05:00.004-04:00

land of goshen

bridle a seedshaped simoom
seeing red fly west

sometimes the wind blows
still i
trusted even when i said
i am greatly afflicted

nightbreath propels a drafty
cloud

in practiced terror
i learn how it is
to present myself.