Impersonal Moments
1.
Every vowel has a long o in it somewhere
where conical moments boom through.
There's a billion, all
attached to the same stem. Someone's in
the
changing room eating a Dairy Queen Thing. Well, it's
not.
2.
failure to carry a smile on Dong Island
grey rain walks into grass like a hugger with
a beard
where is the steamed up Corvette eunuch cheerios
where is the number "fenth"
when my teeth are drawn fresh?
only when the
sand peed
can I get my third log possessed
(once is cleft
ethernog, another fritters reference
gems on the breth)
the extra s
in the fud blog.
Strong sexual content
in the shrugs.
Poem to be Attached to
a Teddy Bear
spooky sparkly
noosing into intimacy
and demo
Costume World waiting
combination for that too
the masturbation of the film
his eyes rolled down his cheeks
in parentheses
Biggie or Tupac?
Adverbs
You are a co
axial cable in
the middle of co
ol whip whi
spers Biz
arro
to the Be
aver. My lips
have dis
appeared like
bacon a
round a be
eper without
me, without
comma. Comet
of
Cupid. My tub's
full of
com
mas but I wish
you were here
instead I would c
lean it out with
Comet and make it
the color of movie s
a
t
y rs
Greeting Card
thinging I'm not listening to
poems. This time its thinking as
personal thinking as
thinking of feeler
nobs give up thinking eye-level fruit
before eye level eyes from unlisted facts, thinking out of daylight
and thinkings snow, specially marked as the eyelid
's baloney in real time snow
how active isn't water
and to see me dataing thinking and like it
among the snowy baloney
Poem
1
This device is called "Hot Cross Buns". It's either that
or "Hot Cross Buns". A dramatization
crowds mind's wood and
I'm starring in a provacative teen thriller
Asunder Insider Mating
Are you starring in That
is it a musical
2
poems are how people talk in the
future when I'm
starring in a provacative teen thriller Asunder
Insider Mating
our forest thirsty with frankenplease/ sparkles
slumps thick
the erase of lights
light rub s gazy in. I hold the keys to the lair of the castanets
,
Increase the Isaac Hayes
to cramp lamee and a particularly sculptured error
too pale to fold over
quiet as a colon in a facial cabaret
rose like colons behind which rose
pool parties with oiled church people, welcome. I hold the keys to the
lair of the castanets. The person quay impanaled qua process:
a poem is always one word ahead of itself like
two thighs stuck together in the lair
the hair of the improver
hides in tastefully as
easy as being yourself
with someone else's wet duffel bag
I am writing this in a diptych only I can understand.
