Steven King and Jorge Louis Borges walk into a Bar...

The gentle darkness, Law

and Order,

this vision

claims identification

reprieve


the high

upward swing, traj-Ej

election. not a high five

all summer no-disease

Logic rush

to day’s Fest

of the dead and

the damned

conquest

Buffet.


the regulars

the apple i-pod

binge.


Ma damn shopping


“purrsistence is my friend,”--A says

to O, “Addicted

to observation…

and to smoking fat joints,” A also observes.

“Time to work, “ says O, as if in response


O’hara, so

generic

buttocks

w/out gender.


in my fantasy

this lonesome rode a bucking bridge

fell and rose fell

and rose…

…. …

slim bugs

fingers flutter the pages

of books

that have never been,

can never be, hands

warm hands

antique divan

an lit room

simple

as can be,


Mirror stands, heaves rock through the Person.

James Dickey, Elmer Fudd, Howard Hughes Hefner

This poem is old. It is to be read with a soft southern voice.


mah concerns stultified

premonitions
a pall mall
cherries negative
grown
nerves in the frost
and beyond
snow flakes
the only light
the primary light
possible
memory of the not yet
melted world
of snow
in a room
alone with itself
no one sees
this thought
grow slow
like sleep
laboriously

that having must lose
and dying cede
finally
complete
the webs
trace mountain
mah movements
tectonic
shake
the ghost time
line
dispatch from a far
the opposite
corner

Palin for Poet Laureate

Palin for Poet Laureate


‘Sarah,’

to bath

her should

ermine oil

hibiscus scent

drenched today

today tomorrow today

“fuck tonguing, stick it in me”


this book was cooked.

flipped her shit.

again?

yea, she flipped. fell out of her seat onto rocks.

Crazy. Shit. Talk.

she called me flat.

chested?

one-dimensional. personality wise. I flop. that simple.

crazy.

ding.


(Laughter)


terrible, terrible.

my my my my my

excuse my exercise

there are no words

can’t believe this

scribbled stage

directions here all wise

ways to breathe first, thought of


unsure

procrastinatorial stories that simmer literally.

the crickets tremble


“Burt Reynolds has two names as far as your concerned.‘Burt,’ and ‘Reynolds’ but said as one word. “The Burt Reynolds movie Deliverance.” In Deliverance Burt won’t knock it off and then see what happens. The Rape inherent in Romanticism, connecting us back to Miss Palin, who is our primary scholar on said subject.”


From whence came ?

Fussing, ice cream

sates the brood

but they grow

immune