Friday, December 18, 2009

Updated Vaccinations

Albeit blankly
rabbi blood runs
the length of the room
the length of her tongue

I have a crazy idea

propositions are safer
my foe is the flu
how will i leave america
if i'm not with you

i have a weak mind

keys on my desk
and chapped hand in the air
always oh always
well never compare

Monday, November 30, 2009

No accounting for sleep deprivation

My underpants and the white unknown

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Too bad I didn't write this:

A jinx of ink,
Lo the star!
All is chance,
Nothing planned -
Only the will
These words command
       -Zapano, House of Leaves

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Spin Cycle

I've lost my belief
in dry cleaning
like it's a mythical thing
like it's the tooth fairy

it all depends on
how many clothes i ruin

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Sauced Chef

We were cooking
Always
watching Plantsie of the key limes
barren
A beautiful chunk of Romano
crumbling
Piles eudora, heaping:
peas, beets, tomatillos resting in papery shells
they climbed the rotting garden wall all summer

Attempts for Telly to interfere
thwarted, marital
but after so much planning he could create
syrups now
reductions
sauces
his favorite: sauces
I think don't give up. Don't give up.
in my opinion
what he Googled wasn't as good

Grand River Ave.

Watching
neverending cars go by,
thinking about insects,
parasites
and overpopulation

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Deaf


Vying for space with no mud
slap down a micro fiber sleeping bag
very well, mash it into the ground
ponder a long adulthood of 30 years
lounge with campers who can't hear
a chunk a nobel peace prize around my neck
max out the philanthropy ye hopeful
instead of a ski trip, a cancun spring break
a holiday
this is mine

come to fruition oh butcher of leeches
oh child of hurtful exclusion
we mused over the error of assuming dull wit
biking through the forests they move
with nite gloss, their eyes sharper
only 4 senses

watch out for that tree,
Chief Muhammad Algonquin of the Knoll
i am your valet for these weeks
let your bony child's hands
hem the holes in my heart