The Houston Critic

I AM
AARDVARK (94)
I AM
I AM.
I AM
CALLED THIS
TO BE FIRST
In line for a kiss, 94
Beneath the moonlit touch
Of a hooker’s hand
Of course she’s a loved one
Loved one, loved all:
French kisses on me, in her
Favorite women’s room
IN THE
ABATTOIR (92)
SLAUGHTERHOUSE:
PICTURE THAT, POOR POETS;
ARE YOU REALLY LIKE
MONKS AND NUNS IN AN
ABBEY (94)
OR SURE, IF OUTER SPACE
CAME TO VISIT, THAT
ABIKO (94)
EXISTS,
THAT YOU ARE
ABORIGINAL, (94)
UNTAINTED DNA?
WHERE DID IT COME FROM,
THE DOUBLE HELIX, DROPPED
INTO THE OOZE OF AMMONIA
AND PRIMORDIAL COAGULATION?
DOES CARBON EXISTENCE MAKE US
DESCENDENTS OF GRAVITY’S WONDERS,
DANGLING OUR TOES, SITTING, NOMINALLY
ABOVE THE BRIDGE? (94)
When the image, not imagination, 91 93
When the warp of the words, not ideas
When the hidden rhyme, not the timed
Impact
Of what is being expressed
And colors, black day, orange mailbox,
Green waiting, salmon resistance,
Try to tell the formula of it,
The soul, seldom done justice, is cheapened
Is a sleazy breeze 94
Escaping the skull’s horizon
AND WHAT WORD IS THIS?
ABRAXAS, A GHOST PONY WORD, (94)
NOT IN CHEAP DICTIONARIES
NOR THE YELLOWED PAGES OF HER WORLD BOOK ENCYCLOPEDIA,
DISPLAYS THE DEPTH OF MY IGNORANCE, TUMBLING
She 94
Disappeared
Like a dot on the
Page white, snow wisped
Mountain peak, scrub brush
Hiding her like pronouns.
IN A
WELL, WELL
A WET
Grief is my (moon) beam, 94
Sucking breeze.
An orange smog carpet of clouds,
The sky is a walnut, 93
A prune,
A lady in waiting
For yet another
Eruption,
Another immortal moment
Inside the rock,
ABSOLUTE. INTERZONE BIZZARE, (94)
I
ABSCOND (91)
WITH SOME WORDS;
Nouner am I, verbing very little 91
After all, isn’t it fortyish to adjectivize?
We William Carlos Williams the wrong heroes
And orange you into poverty
AN ARTIFACT
OF/FROM GREATNESS,
ANOTHER CHICAGO MAGAZINE, OUT OF LEFT FIELD (94)
Tame hurricanes, blue lightning, 94
“No boiling waters”,
Stasis poetry,
ACTING UP, ACTING DOWN
ACTA VICTORIANA; (91)
AND ALL THAT
BAD LAW, LIKE
Bad poetry is a miasma of molten mulch, 91
Making more muck grow in the dawn
Of unrelenting reason and foregone promise.
ACUMEN, IS AN EMBER. (94)
Oh, Summer night! Night without war, 92
Night without the supremacy of white
Snow, don’t you know we all love peace?
(Unless we’re doing the left or right hand twist, 93
dancing to the unvarying beat of stuck feet bah boom.)
It was the second time 94
We’d met, the very second time
Our eyes brushed against the aura
Tinted air and minute measured
Time became second time.
NOW
Hard eyed, I tell you 94
Love, never a code word,
Forbad
Words of experience
That sounded similar to
“I love you…
ADARA, NOT YOUR AVERAGE ZINE, (91)
IS ON AN OCEAN (DISASTER)
On the ocean, the waves should purify 91
With waste ravenous fauna,
In diamonds and froth
ADASTRA (94)
(ANOTHER NEW WORD?)
Iris seed on full lawn 94
The silos swim into solstice clouded
Tubers of dark. Bearded grackles
Heavy the metal weeds come, feet,
Dance the empty
EVERY NIGHT
Every night, a little more burned out, 92
Sons of sex maniacs and whoremongers
Sons of coming and going with booze
Daughters of the milking breast
Daughters of the hammered hemorrhoid
Fathers of future disease
Fathers of freedom
Mothers of need and greed
Mothers of the wash room
Grandfathers of progress
Grandfathers of mass production
Grandmothers of silent watchfulness
Your fame and glory
Are candles without wax, (wicks floating in oil)
On the night club scene
ADRIFT (94)
HE IS A FAT FOOL
Fat fuck 92
Got fat,
Doesn’t fuck.
HE HIDES BEHIND
THE ADROIT EXPRESSION (92)
I HEAR HIS FAT SOUNDS.

Mourning eyes 91
Make my memory
Her tear stained dress
Distresses my skipping
Slows me like a silk kite
Anchor
TIED TO THE VIVID
EXPLOSION
The sky is not a velvet cock 92
Nor the earth a womb
Of only warmth
ONLY
ADVOCACY (94)
SUSTAINS
Sister Q.Z. (THAT’S ME!) 92
Had a man who couldn’t please me,
Didn’t even try to tease me,
Needing, as I do, a spank and a whack
When I scratch his brother’s back
AND ALL THE WHILE
THE ADVOCATE’S (94)
“Lighthouse”
Uses all the vowel sounds 91
Using all the vowel sounds
Night plucks it strings 92
For a phantom musician
Whose chords invade
The 3 A.M.
Siren sound, shot rhythm air.
I was a fat tub 94
Standing on squat legs
Young and begging
To be entered
But you gave me a diamond scrub
Descended upon me from above
And, in bubble bath crystals,
You brought me lilacs.
LIGHT PURPLE ANGINA
LIGHTS UP MY HEART
AEGINA (94)
IS DARK
IS LIGHT
IS DARK
IS LIGHT
What is light 93
When loosed from the
Prison of Nature?
TUGGING
PULLING AGAINST ME
Cancerous crocuses 93
Cry captured breath.
Buying bedpan beauty
Admiration,
Angina anticipates anxiety
A PRETTY BALLOON ABOUT TO POP
You were a balloon 91
Jerking
My anchor
WHILE
Ever set Everest 92
Is so much higher
Than a boy on a bike
Can be,
Especially one who
Stays on the streets
Hand above eyes, 94
Squinting, I search the ecliptic
For words in precession, wobbling
Along the Van Allan Belts
Like a toboggan ride down the dark dandruff
Of a permanent wave (the kind you go back to get redone)
SWATTING ASTEROIDS,
AERIAL (94)
FLIES FLY
IN THE FACE OF REALITY.
OKAY, JUST
Statisticate to be unlike meaninglessness 92
Subtracted Again 94
……. Pale ………
Mice …. knock ….
….. Propellor …..
………. Sand …
… Brink …….
Ash ……..
GO AHEAD GO AHEAD AND LIVE!!!!
AESTHETIC RAPTURE THE FIVE SENSES (91)
SAY LITTLE ABOUT
AETHLON SPORT LITERATURE (94)
WHEN
In Emphysema Emphasis
Smoking is all there
Is as your lungs grow old,
A beat or two at a time
This heartbeat is the proof
As sucked air gets thicker
AFRICA WORLD (94)
AFRICAN AMERICAN (94)

AFRO HISPANIC (94)
PANIC
AFTER THE END (92)
AGADA (91)
GADFLY PAPER
FRIGHTENS MILD HER
Glastonbury 91
What keeps me away
An obese woman
Once a prisoner of fad
Now retired to a feast
Tiny bits of the best
In the flatlands under the mountains
WITH HER
AGASSIZ (94)
AGENDA (92)
SITTING STONED
How will you complete the soaring flight of thought 92
Your bird sense, like songs on high, over skyscape
skyscrapers,
Resting on concrete cracks where beautiful seeds hide
In dormancy, unable to reach fertile ground
AGNI (94)
ALONE, ALONE
Grandfather left us 94
Grandmother
She left
The wind
YOU
DO CONTINUE 94
Peter’s pop
Lost a leg and, limping
On hurting heart,
Left with generous abandon,
Left the business to “Mom”.
I cried when Peter,
Pretending again,
The way it was his habit
To pretend on paper
Placed a short story
In its envelope in his father’s
Cool hands, saying
“You loved my stories.
So, here’s a tale of a Spaniard
Whose remains nourish the soil of Spain.
These pages were the only journey
I could afford for your last wish,
After the cost of the head stone and coffin.”
The sky is icy and crystalline and open. 92
I never fly. I’m grounded.
It was war you wanted then
And you shall be blown to bits, astounded,
As I push bomb trigger buttons in the glen.
AGOG (91)
Fat faced editors consume your time 91
With rejects, unmetered rhyme
Your sage advice and printed slime
My poetry, here, sits safe, sublime
AGOG (92)
You think it’s fun 92
To remind me of pigeons
Pecking at the celluloid eyes
Of market version, imitated audiences,
Pictures of pictures.
Chewing cannibal ribs,
You avoid the true horror
Of the human heart
THE FLIGHTY HEART
AG PILOT, CROP DUSTER (94)
THAT IT IS,
THE AGUILAR EXPRESSION (94)
(AGUILAR?)
AGILE
PUMPS
The young complexity 93
That never was me
Jams my strawberry
Memories
I ride the jam biguity 94
Down the gullets of Ganymede
Dressed in icy froth
Along horse brown paths
Of panting
Ice cream saliva,
Miracle whipped
To speed the dappled Sugar
Homeward
AHSAHTA, COLD DRILL (94)
PUMMELED
VORTICE?
WHORE TENSE
SHEBOYGAN
MAN, OH, MAN
I DON’T WANT TO BURN OUT
Machines rust 93
Entropy, entropy
Time is electrons
If geometry is corralled.
My horse loves me
All the time.
My tiller tills
Petroleum leased land.
Southern Fall 92
It’s where the serpentine
Constriction of Summer
Squeezes the hot iron lung
Of the still, humid air,
Until Winter Pops In For a Visit 94
He Reads
A Postcard From Iraq for Christmas
The people snub us
But to surrender. Send toothpaste.
Met many terrible, smelly men barracks crowded.
Great to be on shore patrol, off the ship.
It was a long four months at sea.
I may be home after a second wave
Of blood soaks the sand. Baby’s due
In July. No contraceptives or abortions
Available. It won’t have your eyes.
Your loving wife,
Chastity
WHILE
AILERON TAKES A VOWEL MOVEMENT, (94)
Small blue thesaurus 94
Sits dioxidizing
Dinosaur creations,
Penned plumage
Of toothless tripe scented
Feline, pharaoh following,
Ankhishly holding sparrows
Like Teflon pterodactyls
LIKE BAD
AIM. (94)
Grande Mere Despair 92
What history will tell her story
“Nanny” to so many; no child was kept guessing
About love and life as life’s real glory
And death mourning makes
Her lessons less; His whorey
Heart took the cash blessing
And he didn’t help his sister, Laurie.
AIREINGS (94)
OF AIRELINGS,
Houseflies humming in incandescence 91
While the war raged on television,
Hovering over the maggot ridden beer bellies
Of the boys we sent to prime (rib) time.
I go to war 93
For my mother’s pasty
Fingers, her orchard,
And glory
Held up 94
By the builder’s cement
Stuck
Together
Up to our groins
In love
GROUND DOWN
APHRODISIAC,
AJAX (91)
COMMERCIAL AND STILL 91
I was awake as never before, black rain on oily breeze
A sneeze at the pepper on the potato soup
My Vichyssoise with floating chives distract me from
The smoke outside.
ALABAMA (94)
SITS BESIDE
ANOTHER STATE OF MIND
ANOTHER STATE
OF UNION BUSTERS
Mr. Potatohead in the drawer 92
Growing eyes in the dark
Waits for the dust to settle
So he can see some place
To root, suspended and stabbed
Okay, 94
I remember a thunderous funnel
Of birds before they
Were beaten down
Migration Miracles
Bird cloud
Tree megaphone
Laughing leaves
Temporary truce between
Man and melody
ANOTHER STATE
ALASKA (94)
UNBAKED
IS TOO COLD FOR MOST
ALBATROSS (94)
TO SKINNY DIP WITHOUT FEATHERS,

HUNG AROUND A POLAR BEAR’S NECK
Birds like 94
Worms
In birds
Fallen flightless
In Iraq 91
The brick and concrete are shattered
“Brilliant” bombs are flying in; chickens
Rebels, eagles and fraternizers
Crawl amongst the wreckage
I AM THE
ALCHEMIST (94)
The faggots would not leave me alone 92
They went without coming after they pawed
Pubescent me, sharing their loneliness
Like long licked, swelling penii
And lonely now, youth gone, I search
For company I don’t have to hug
SWOLLEN
ALCHEMY (92)
He has no bouquets, in pretty positions 92
To sweeten the smell of putrefying thoughts
Poverty has taken his indignation,
He savages himself into submission
Keeps fertilizing his dreams with manure
To, maybe, grow a flower
To place on her grave.
ALDEBARON (94)
ALGILMORE (93)
MORE!! MORE!
MAYBE WHY MORE
MAYBE NO MORE
MAYBE NO WAY
MAYBE WAY MORE
Re incarnation 91
Gilds us
With the guilt
Of our flighty ignorance.
Do you know your writing on the surface of anything? 93
IF DEPTH MEANS GLORIFICATION OF FICTIONALIZED
ALICE JAMES COLLECTIVES (94)
OR JAMESIANS
WHOSE TONGUELESSNESS
IS A COUNTRY EMBARRASSED, EMBITTERED
UNNOTICED WHO WINS?
Inside the camera, 92
We watch the shutter,
Safe for emotion,
Film touched by light,
Briefly,
But destroyed if drenched
By the subject’s tears
ALIVE NOW POCKETS WEAVINGS (94)
ALLARDYCE (94)
ALLEGHENY (91)
GONE
WOODLANDS
Your tree has more circles, 91
Knots from broken branches, leaves that left,
So I use my chain saw, cut you down to my level,
Sculpt a galloping stallion for friends to fawn over
And leave a giant clearing, too empty for does in
Winter.
ALLEGHENY (94)
AGAIN
GROWING AGAIN
In the mud puddle of metaphors 92
I dig for the wettest bottom dirt
Remove it and squeeze it dry
Sculpt an image of a snow queen
Who gets her gossamer dress wet
Passing by me, dirty, wishing for snow
IN AN
ALLY (94)
ALMS HOUSE (94)
By Twit Nevershare 91
I am modeling myself in porcelain
Half baked highlights, re rounded
And re routed in the runny clay,
The glint of light does not enter me
As I shape the outside of my poetry
Whining about rusty locks 92
With back porch bramble words
And implied secrets safe,
But only safe when described as can openers
Rusting.
I SAY
Grow only? 94
Grow only to … (whatever)?
Not my children
They grow up
Even if they smell
Of fish
ALOHA (94)
“Celebration” 94
Bucks the rhythm
Of the upity down,
Bird loving moment
SO, HAH!
Bird songs 94
Bird soarings
Bird pictures
Word moorings
Pellet sentences
Seeking bird soup
Nourishment
Bird names
More words
Psychic loop
Lip serviced
Bird named
Eagle stall
Sparrow fall
Dropping leaves
Leaving droppings
Bird word Winter
Skeleton trees
A feather floats
Slowly to the ground
The condo cries with lonely abandon 91
When they move on once more,
Is soothed by the caress
Of the paintbrush and spackle
Another color, yellow this time,
To cover the water stains and wrinkles
Scumbled sky 92
Steals the color
From the room I love,
Pasting rainbow reflections
Upon the soaped stains,
Browned against the yellow
I wanted, now darker
Graffiti in a wash
Of orange and purple sunset,
Dimming the yellow brown
Creation I paid for
OMEGA FLARES
AGAINST
ALPHA BEAT SOUP, (94)
All over the Lower East Side 92
Art spills into veins
Is guzzled down gullets
Tangos with terror
And then is forgotten
ALPHABOX (94)
RICE KRISPY PUGILISM
ALTA NAPA (93)
NAPPY
A stranger 93
With lake blue eyes
Traded food stamps
For cigarettes and soda
Her grandson drank,
Ashamed of frailty,
Avoiding her eyes
There lies my mistress in her bed 92
She’d like to move but her limbs are dead
Her mind alive with rainbow wings
ALTERNATIVE (91)
MOODS
ALTERNATIVE (94)
ACTION SOMETIMES
sHIT in THE BUCKet 94
TOTo
ACTIVATES
So much passion 92
Portrayed
To smash
Innocence
Like a gay guy
Just out of his closet
Flashing his
Chocolate chipped dick
ALURA (92)
IN THE AZURE DUST
The dust of Summer filters over furniture 92
And snows inside the house. Baby cockroaches,
Weighted down, can’t smell the manure
Cruise the carpet and get their little feet wet.
AMARANTH WINDOW (93)
WIDOW
WATCHER
REMOVES
Lobster inspiration 93
Antennae and eyes
In a high pressure, blood,
Red surfaced world,
Without other lives
To live vicariously
Or other
Wise
TO SAY
Love is a calico kitten 91
Purring over catnip toys
Ready for spools and cat litter schools
The Devil trapped outside
AMATEUR (94)
I THOUGHT YOU LOVED LIFE, GIGOLO,
WERE NO HARD BITTEN PRO AT LIVING
Words got you clogged? 94
Try a tango
Spring 91
The beautiful brown fingers of Oak in Spring
Are malignant with uncontrolled green budding
Against glorious grey clouds, laden with acid
Too soon, Summer’s leaves will make them look flaccid.
AMAZING STORIES, (91)
GLOWING
Chemical waste 91
And the acid soaked paper in permeable sheets
Frozen fantasy that time deletes
As fads fashion a new death, a new age
The ink runs like water away from the page
AMBER, (94)
The phantom musician 94
Was silenced by truce
South Park lies unbothered, for the most part,
By gunshot ….. or guitar glissando
MAKING GRAVEN MISTAKES OF YOURSELF
You say 94
“I am”
I am?
Touching God?
Is someone
Not any more
Than you are?
AMBERGRIS (91)
IMPEDIMENTS TO
The incandescent sprinkles of distant stars 91
Are porch lights in patterned mythology
Guarding yards where families went super nova
HOT SUN
AMBIT (94)
GAMBIT
SUICIDE GAMBLERS
BUNDLING FARDEL BURDENS
If you write down 94
The thoughts you have
And then take out
The extraneous,
Is the editing art?
Write
Thought
Take out
Extraneous
Editing
Art
STEPPED ON BY
AMELIA (94)
OH, I’D LIKE TO
HEAL YA
The brown on my rusting crack 92
Grows like a puckered wound
To expand into meaning where Papa sat
As Grandpa waits to unroll the paper
Waits outside the door
Waits, wincing, for me to hear him
Go to foreign lands 93
To become bilingual
Stay home for homily
AMELIA
AGAIN AGAIN
Porcelain yellows 92
With the thin streamed truth
After the love juice
My cyan indignation 94
At cyanide coloration
Of craft and capability
THE POISON
IS AMELIORATED
BUT NOT BY
AMELIA
ONCE MORE
I HIT THE CLOSED DOOR
OF ACCEPTANCE
What if he, like a flatulent hero 92
Blares in your face, his fine pointed part
“You’ve no violin, you petulant Nero!”
Adding an F to destroy your verbal art?
Hitting my flu filled head with the heel of my palm 94
Moving my jaw to massage an itchy throat
Trying to clear my ears to hear the sucking sounds
Of Sucrets
IN
Speedy swallows 94
Sneezing projectiles like darts in an ocean
Of Rhinovirus
I try to skew time
To cure a radish nose
AMERICA (94)
THE BEAUTIFUL
AMERICAN (93)
Chor(ig)nobyl care 92
In waves
Radiates from you
RED PAGODA
NO TERMITES TREMBLE
AT RED DYE NUMBER TWO
Why waste a woman’s life 92
With postage sent for vanity
Training her thoughts toward Gothic strife
When she could blow revolution’s fife
Instead of “mine”, instead of flirting with insanity?
WITH THE
AMERICAN ATHEIST (94)
SAYING
“I higher case the crazy little things” 92
For habit?
I’M THE
AMERICAN COLLEGIATE (93)
AMERICAN COWBOY POET (94)
AMERICAN DANE (94)
AMERICAN KNIGHT (94)
What’s the mildest mild you can conjure, 91
Tar in the mind’s eye?
Mildew on a tarnished sword grip?
OH, THAT
PAISLEY VOICE
That resonance, 92
Nasal,
Constricted,
Is abuse itself
Is neither ignored
Nor as natural
As shallow breathing
When in an ocean
Of wave blustery life
SINGING
Initiates 94
Are always slaves
To some purpose.
Witchcraft weakens,
Calling for power
That was already bestowed
AMERICAN (94)
FOLK MUSIC
NOT
AMERICAN LITERARY (93)
WORKS
AMERICAN POETRY, WORLD POETRY
AND
The road looks like a ladder 92
In median point perspective
The black backward, the deep horizon
Ahead, the painted lines
Take my attention until a truck
Wake washes me in road mist and diesel blast
THE
AMERICAN SCHOLAR (94)
Jung in slant rhymes 94
An archetypal “din”
Not to get lost in
IN AN
AMERICAN SQUAREDANCE (92)
TOWN
AMERICAN STUDIES, MARILU, HERLAND (91)
SILLY SHOCK WARRIORS
SHACKLED STILL BY SELF CONCEPT,
Horny hitchhiker housewife 91
Waves beauty in the wake of trucks
Pieces of poetry scatter
Like a storm cloud, billowing
Backward into the past
BY INCLUSION REALIZED
WITHOUT A GOOD “WHY”
MEET OUR
AMERICAN TOLKIEN SOCIETY (94)
WHY?
BECAUSE
Tolkien’s poetry 92
Schooooooooshes in aluminum
Like the pop top
Of a soda can
THE ALUMINUM TRANSITION OF THE
AMERICAN VOICE (94)
IS SO CLOSE TO THE CHANTS
OF OARSMEN ON SLAVE SHIPS
BUT WE ARE ….. WE ARE
SAVING OURSELVES FOR POSTERITY
A Kid’s Day in Wonderland 94
My mother hates my arsenal
She hides my Ouzi
Reads from books that lie
Outside, real flesh (smiling
Out of gaping wounds) warriors
Fight for freedom, teeth clenched
WHILE
I strafe the air 94
With frequent flatulence
To find a way to feel
At home
AMERICAN WRITING (94)
FIZZLES
IN THE SODA CAN
Cave dwellers 93
Used friction
To spark stripes;
Hissing snakes sizzled
For their satings.
Now, book worms
Use fiction
To stimulate limbs,
Simulating flame
With crinkles
Not crackles
Waiting 94
Called destination
Unpromising
But not promising nothing
AMERICAS REVIEW (94)
Get up, do it again 94
Don’t just douche it with your pen
Sweat the paper must be stained…
And not with blood
Br(rrr) 94
Bra (burn)
Bran (buns)
Brand (X)
Brandish (eek!)
AMHERST (94)
AMICUS (94)
BRIEFS
BROWNED BY HOT AIR WITH PARTICLE JUICES
Under mossy rocks 92
Under (water) pressure
In the muck miasma
Under the big toe of poverty
The sponge
Dreams starfish darknesses
And separation
STRANGLING
ANACONDA (94)
SLITHERING
ANALECTA (94)
DELECTABLE
EAT IT!
Garbage glistened in the round receptacle 91
Frost glazed the morning meadow
Flies made babies, not knowing
The trash men come at noon.
Neglect? 92
One less cigarette?
No designer sneakers?
Hand me down clothing?
Leftovers often?
No vacation in France?
Caffree coffee?
How dare you claim
Neglect?
You drive your car 94
Naked
But not without
A seat belt
APPLE
AND CORE (91)
AND CORE
Centered, the silly line soothes and sates. 91
We went for a walk.
AND REVIEW (93)
AS ALWAYS
Used to be hillside 93
Houses
An ecological niche
AS ALWAYS
Entropy poetry 92
Falls from the form
Of voiced verse
Asphasia forever
DO IT THE WAY I TELL YOU TO.
PARTAKE OF LIBERAL THINKING
AND, OF COURSE,

ANDROGYNE (92)
TOO.
We gather words 92
Like lonely ladies
Calling for demons
To impregnate the pauses
INERT
ANERCA (91)
Most holes are not (W)holes 91
To fall into in the Fall.
Waiting for Winter to winter
The storm, window screens scream, ripped
IN THE
ANGEL SUN (91)
ANGLE SON
DANGLING
FISH STORY BIG
His tush 91
As good as gravy
His lips
Were wide awake

Her tush
As good as gravy
Her lips
Were wide awake
TWO TO ONE
EXPANSIONS OF THE TRUTH
ANHINGA (94)
UNHINGED
TROUNCES
Death spares nothing 94
Entropy always
Worms live within us
Hope hangs in there
Like red meat
(Unless we make a god of death, forgetting any religion
and any reason for life)
I am only a condom, a squirt 91
A come here, get away. Her walls
Are rainbow wings; I slip out
From the envelope of her body, smaller
Less impressive, no more there
Than the fantasy that filled her
FLUFFY, FLUFF ME, LOVELY, LOVELY
ANIMA (94)
ENEMA
Why women scream 92
Because of their multiple men
Because of their menstrual release
Because of their mutual isolation
Because they don’t wear rubbers
ANIMAL TALES. (93)
FLOUNDERING
FOUNDRY
FOUNDER
FOUND HER
ANJOU? (94)
DOES FISH SUIT YOU?
ANSUDA (94)
THE
ANT FARM (93)
BUSTLES ENCASE
YOUR GLUTES
HIDING HARRIED PRE
OCCUPATIONS
Does our fence really need 93
Feathers from the dead bird
You dream?
OOPS!
BUSTLE FENCE FALLS
BOUNDARY BROKEN
BUT THE LAND INSIDE IT
IS STILL OURS
FOR NOW
ANTAEUS, ECCO (94)
FOR NOW
ANTERIOR BITEWING (94)
Cold, cold, soothing peace 94
(Full enough? Full enough)
ANTHOLOGY (94)
OF NAMES BIG NAMES
ANTIETAM (94)
Ancient grave site 93
Angel orange
Granite lilies
Any old sky
Ex Wife’s Rival 94
She must feel to him
Like a stone cold crack,
For me to be satisfied
The magician I know 92
Conjured a family
With my mother
Sunday is not his Sabbath 91
Saturday is
Sunday, pulling and bagging,
He rakes Autumn’s refuse.
ANTIGONISH (94)
ANTI GONAD
Chimoney chimera 92
The bagpipe babbles
Clubfoot sandwich
Summer sun
Bakes the broadside
In cannon fodder
ANTIOCH (94)
BATTLES ARE FOUGHT BY
THE FOOT SOLDIERS
And the snores trumpet 92
Juice dreams of daring
But you, with your legs
Parted, are my fantasy
NOT
ANTIPODES (94)
MUDSLIDING
Poem equals religion equals 94
Only whole type of thinking equals poem?
Poem equals sunset equals
Only whole type of thinking equals poem?
Poem equals entropy equals….
ANTIPOETRY CORRUPTION (93)
INTO ANTI ANTI UNTIL
COMMON PEOPLE LOST
……… prayers …… 93
… wiped ….. tears ……
…………… falling ….
… angel ………
……….. hell ……
….. death ……… flames
(editing) wept
BUT YOU WITH YOUR LEGS PARTED
ARE MY FANTASY
NOT
ANYTHING THAT MOVES. (94)
His proud march in the gay parade 94
Could have been pride for having, maybe,
Helped to save all humanity
APALACHEE (94)
WORN PATH
APPALACHIA (94)
WILD TRAIL
WITH TOILETS
APPALACHIAN HERITAGE (94)
We went up with fat orange back packs 92
Puffing morning mist into thin scrub brush
Offered quail Familia crumbs
As the tree line faded downward
APPLEZABA (94)
ZAPPED APPLES
APPLES AILARED
APPLES, LARD, SUGAR, CRUST, APPLE PIE
Do all old 94
Foot soldiers
Glamourize
Duh
Feet?
“Parachute Madonna” 92
Is as good as these words get
Bah boom! 94
Why so few shootings heard about?
Because grief and fear of grief can turn to rebellion,
Retrograde projectiles aimed backwards up the trajectory?
APROPOS (94)
TO SOME PROPAGANDA
Rhyming verse is the curse 93
Of the poetry universe
When the rhythm
Is not apropos
My life is apropos 91
And every day is wonder
I listen to the falling snow
And thank God for my blindness
JUXTAPOSITION LIKE THAT
SOOTHES SOME PEOPLE.
Juxtaposition 92
Allows me to let out
The anger, you know,
At new platitudes
Because dreams are
Worth dreaming even when
Not “preserved”
Even if they only quell
The twitching temporarily
AQUARIUS (94)
DAWNED TO DIM
INTO DROWSINESS
ARARAT (94)
A RAT TAT TAT
THE MOUNTAIN MISSILE
ARC (94)

DID NOT MISS
ARCHAE. (92)
Sometime later, Grandmother’s wind spoke to me 91
“You remember, don’t you? You were supposed to take
Care of me. She stood at the water’s edge with you,
Awaiting the squall line, her white hair flowing free
And she passed me along, left me as her legacy.”
The still Summer air, here, crushes my resolve
To keep her smile and wind alive, glowing, wild.
THE ARCHER (91)
OF THE LOON
Mirror morning lake 91
Ripples with a loon’s light
Frolic, escaping under
To leave only laughing echoes
HIT
ARRESTED
ARETE. (91)
ARGONAUT (94)
ARIEL (94)
IS SLEEPING.
Being the Janis Joplin 94
Of philosophy, I
Scrape my perception over
Well strung screams
My reality plucked precisely
Far enough into
Death to wail
God’s anthem
ARIZONA LITERARY (93)
BOVINE
POSTHUMEROUS ACCOLADES
Posthumous accolades 93
Are better than being forgotten,
Rotten, swamp succor
In the everglades of the immediate
CHEWING ON LONG CUD
WORDS MAKE THE
THIRSTY
ARIZONA UNCONSERVATIVE (94)
DRY
ARIZONA WOMEN’S VOICES (91)
Handicapped vocal cords 91
Scrape against hot breath.
If I thought you wouldn’t be bored
I’d just say “I love you” until my death
FROM
ARJUNA LIBRARY (94)
This poem was written 91
By the man in the moon
“It’s sexual suicide to be
Lit like this, with freezing buns”
I remember waking up 94
With a bad poem in my headache
Coughing up cupie dolls
And the next one 92
Came forth from an editor,
Tuned to the frequency
Of dot, dot, dot……
Death 93
Dreams
Life
TRYING SO HARD TO TALK GOOD NONSENSE, ALL, MERRILY,
FILE
ONE BY ONE
INTO
THE ARK (94)
Hokma Nistarah 94
Translates like this
Secret wisdom
FLOODED
ARKANSAS (94)
WET
Spring 94
spring, spring
Which is sprung?
If it were Spring
I could feel
Young and springy
Words worried wasted when 92
The man fell on his face
Into the warm wet gutter
Of his woman’s disgrace
BUT I’LL BET SHE HAD FUN, WET FUN
ARNAZELLA (94)
POINTED
ARROWWOOD, (94)
PORCUPINED TREE OF YOUR
ARS (93)
UP YOUR ART!
IN THESE
ART TIMES. (94)
Pile 92
The
Poor poets’
Tools
Patiently
Though they
Probably
Take turns
Perceiving perfect
Truth That
Pinafore poetry
That
Perpetuates pity
Takes the time that they that
Paint prim
Thimble topped
Primrose poetry
Tattoo to themselves to
Preoccupy
The
Precious
Time they take to
Pontificate
About their sleeveless arms in Winter
LICK POETRY’S FROZEN METAL
POSTS WITH
ART CORE (94)
ARTCRIMES (91)
WASHED, RAW,
Yet raw, washed longer still, 91
Deaths reason no unstill wrinkled
Ripples on dark sheets nor small
Linger scented light or lightly with night
IN PRIVATE SHOWINGS OF
ARTE PUBLICO (94)
AN
ARTFUL DODGE (94)
How to think in modernity 92
Make existence a greedy glut
Of low dollar barrels, rolling
Out to sea. We don’t all get
Bombed but all need energy
TO FORGET
ART’S END (94)
The poet, her typing table, the poet 92
Brain dead inside a cluttered inspiration trap
The coke bottle behind the book
The ashtray sticky with chewing gum
Wishing the last page preceded this one
The poet, the poet
Never knows
When daylight disturbs her lists of losses
ARTS INDIANA (93)
ARUNDEL (94)
INDELIBLE
ASCENT (94)
EYES’ ASSENT
WATER BRAIDS
DESCENT
The mood of the forest is wrecked 92
In the clash of iconoclasm
And chronology
The 93
Iris is black
When tossed
away.
Carfish 94
For the Westheimer Arts Festival Parade
But not the inky underside
Of pedidal squid phrases,
Rust proofing guaranteed
ASCENT (92)
ANOTHER UPWARD
MOTION, GRAVITY PULLED
Chewing on your words 92
I see an old “B” movie
Not pain
But self flatuation
Of a twisted sort
Drooling your blood
Like a glass splintering
Baby
ASHLAND (94)
FIRED FROM
ASH OCCUPATION
Everybody knows 94
Those
Music muscles
And the music mind
Are defined
By silence and repose

Bored and poor 92
Wise and rich men
Wander (wonder, at least)
Women produce
At home with men
Who linger alone
IN AN
ASHOD (92)
ASYLUM (94)
I saw the blood soaked body 92
The stain on the cool carpet
Of the crack house we razed
Then I remembered the green oil
Leaking from my mother’s unfixed car
AND NOW….
I dream 94
Pin pricks
Pins and needles
On your fallen asleep
Pin pricked pen,
Prick
And you love it, don’t you?
A REGULAR STORM IN A REALLY FUN EXOTIC PLACE
ATALANTIC (94)
Base emotions 93
Acid love
In tandem, maybe in toto 91
We all bicycled through depravity
And veiled virginity within lines
Of reasonable length (for no food)
And fought back at their hunger
By seeing the paint chips on withered walls
By hearing the hum of antique motors
By naming the smells as filth,
Not rot, and noting the weather for
Our crisp, clean, debutante diaries
ALA PRINE
Their “brains thrown into a hurricane” 92
The nipple will summit up
The hair will enter a test tube
The genitals will fall like baggy trousers
Disengorged
The soul/will
Entering or exiting
Must be resolute and pure
Of this, at least, I think I am sure
I write rhyme this very way 94
And don’t give my rhythm away.
I’m published now. I’m on my way
And I’m a really real, real poet today
ATHENA INCOGNITO (94)
Arrow out 94
Strikes
Narrow
Summer lapped
Vulture heron
Of heron brambled
Heron gap swims
Up that
ATLANTEAN (94)
OLD ASSAILING CLIFFS
BREAKERS
ROSE WOUND
Message to Michelle 94
Translate me
With a little taste
Lick the words clean
Sucking sounds out
Before filleting them
THE ATLANTIC (94)
Warned 94
Against “I reject you”
In the present indicative
FLOWING INTO THE
ATLANTIC MONTHLY (93)
BUT NOT FOR THOSE
ATLANTIS WOMEN (94)
WITH “NEVER AGAINS”,
COUNTING
ATTICUS (93)
ADDITIONS OF
“Never agains” 92
So so “can never go home”
Impregnated
So sure
No miracle will re occur,
Sit down, so settled
This toilet 91
Has a stain
I’ll call it
“Brown throne”
Never more
When I notice
The speckles on
The door
AUGURIES (93)
Beneathness 93
You want
A city frozen
Under ice
So that you won’t
Need to put up
With pity
For the chilly mollusks
Creeping into your heart
Inner that self that is not space 91
Flights of electronic metaphor
And limits

Constricted by light speed
Einsteinian calculations

Of twisted (light) numbers
In flightless time
AURA (94)
ENTICING ORANGE
I read a poem, once; 92
There was a series of pictures
Of bells clanging without narration
Movies are like that.
AURORA (91)
NIPPLES
So, so the so so’s 91
Sip some monks’ ale
And each try their hand at
An Autumn’s tale
AWEDE (94)
A WEED EATER
SPICE ORANGE
Anachronism and vanished imagination 92
As a priority? Yard arm on a clothesline
WHAT SICKLE WISH WAS SUBJECTED
TO THE DOUBLE EDGED
AXE (91)
TO CUT DEEP
FROM THE OBSERVER’S POINT
OF VIEW?
Objective obliteration 91
Doesn’t cut me
COWS COULDN’T MAKE IT IF NOT FOR PROFIT
AXE FACTORY (91)
TO MAKE MORE
TREES
Mussolini was my mistress 91
Hitler was my halter
Hirohito was my hook
Begin was the beginning of another fashion statement
AXIS (91)
THE CRUX IS
THAT
The jeans have his father’s bulges 91
Are worn down at the knees and thighs,
Craftwork jeans embroidered with
Double helix spirals and sixties paisley
AXIS (91)
AGAIN
If you come 91
And be nice
To your brother
I’ll bake a cake.
MY LITTLE
BABY CONNECTION (94)
can’t tell me if it’s the mood 94
or the heartstrings pulled
by Peter Pan’s shadow
being sewed back on
if lost in the bedroom night
if the moon scares baby
The puppy bats the air 91
Peacocks its fur
Jackrabbits its ears
And cries like a baby
BABY SUE (94)
BABYFISH (LOST ITS MOMMA) (92)
IN A CHICKEN/EGG
QUANDARY
Questions about what color gave 92
What to what color
Who wants to blame
White light or blackness
For supplementary conditions of complement?
Isn’t it enough to be
In the musical singing,
Even the blues?
SITTING IN MY
BACKYARD (93)
One single diverseness 93
WITH
BACON (94)
Bits 94
I see the iron filings dance
And separate like old lovers
But I do not get the pattern or the picture
Or the attraction of bit to bit
BITS BURNED BY
BAD ATTITUDE (94)
BAD HAIRCUT (94)
…… And what you do to friends is shatter the illusion 94
THOUGHTS
Skewed chronology and permanent brainwaves 92
You don’t need
Sly metaphors of satire
For satire,
To call the U.S. of A.
A parasite monster
Feeding upon starvation and suffering
FINDING 94 WAYS TO GET BACK AT A
BAD HENRY (94)
BAGMAN (94)
ON
BAKER STREET (94)
There is an hormonal haze 94
In his testosterone soul
His heart a rutting beast,
Over gonads, that searches
For its next beat
BAKUNIN (94)
GLUTTONY
OVERHANG HANG OVER
Adult things you noticed as a child? 94
RUIN AND OUR LEDGE
OVER AN EPINEPHRINE CLIFF
HIS LEFT
BALL SIDE O’ FRIES (94)
Radical feminism 94
Side o’ fries
Support
Side o’ fries
Escape
Side o’ fries
Abortion
Side o’ fries
Divine plan
Side o’ fries
Dignity
Side o’ fries
35 foot long
Side o’ fries
BANGTAIL (93)
AND TITS
Don’t disparage the drone 93
Look,
The sly part is that those New
York drones don’t need
A queen
BOUNCING HOME
THEY LIVE ON
BANK STREET WITH RED PORT AUTHORITY (94)
‘Cus you’re a friggin’ poet 91
Pretender
Trying to match the “black lacquer” 92
Trees and “gauzy” moon
With words like “showers”
And with leaking secrets,
You leech your work
FOR
Progress?????????!!??? 94
Progress?
I remember what Joyce did
With the “day” you progressed through
BANTAM (94)
BAPTIST (94)
BROW BEATING,
Winter watercolors 92
The grey and white and brown
Are all God’s colors, too,
So stop always putting them down.
CRAZY LEGS
BEGS
TO BE BRITTLE
BEFORE YOU
BARHAM (94)
HOCK IT TO ME
HAM BAR SUCKING DOWN SOME HOCKS
AND PIGS’ FEET IN
BARNWOOD (94)
AGED WOOD
BOUGHT
Shell shocked or post traumatic stress disordered 94
Someone was saved that day
TO LIVE IN A
BARRELHOUSE (94)
Stacking bones 94
Of poetry dregs
Lincoln Log bones
And a pitiless child
IN
BASSETTOWN (92)
The words of the 1991 Market 92
“Hadda” “wooly” “pindar” to put down
In boldface
Poetry isn’t just a flashback 91
Some sixties sops
Who sold serotonin
Substitutes, try to
Do the same with
“Imagery” and poetry
BAUHAN (94)
BAY AREA (94)
Up your ying/yang 93
Pictures without silver 92
For sombrero tourists
In china town moods
When being freaky
Isn’t enough of a freak
To be, (freak being
Only a suffix for “Jesus”
Or a prefix of “for crack”)
Need less words than dis
Ambiguity
Big balls bounce 91
Red and brown, down
The slopes of San Francisco
In pairs, past flower shops
Past the bakery, and into
The traffic below
coiled distance 94
snapped felt
felt wings
of shape flood???????????wha\////????
…. whirled…
…… snapped…
.. wheeled….
….. rush…..
… wheeled?
BAY WINDOWS (94)
BROKEN OPEN
And Dickie breaks, too 92
Telescope illusion
Of coq au main
Always something miniature 91
In the mind when a lover’s absent
So stay off the street 93
And wear a sweater

Sit on your arse 94
And cherish an appetite
For looking at the solemn, the foolish,
Looking for the dark spots on the sun,
Retina frying
FOR A BARE TRIBE
BEAR TRIBE (94)
BEAT SCENE (91)
BEER AND PUB (94)
CASINO
Sitting in froth 94
On a cloud of sloth
Floating,
My mug is cracked
BEGGAR’S (94)
BEWARE!
Why doubt? 94
Why desire?
Why dope?
Why why?
Good bye
BELHUE (94)
NICELY COLORED
Ham hock, sirloin, 94
Filet, shoulder,
Butt and Chuck
He separates his lovers
Into parts
BELLADONNA 91
BRICKLAYER
FALLS TO GROUND
Gravity pulls pagans, too 91
BELLADONNA (93)
FOR A
BELLEVUE (91)
The pretty names, 91
Like colors
And amethyst studded rings,
Are less in their abundance
BELLFLOWER (94)
DING DONG
STAMEN AND PISTOL
CLAPPER AND CLAP
CUT THE GREEN WIRE
ALL BREEDS OF IGNORANCE
Joyce creeps in 91
To every poetic
Sin

Split chest, ripe 94
Gets us all,
Like Peeping Toms,
Gossips and exhibitionists,
Ineluctable
ONE BY ONE
INVADE THE
BELLOWING ARK (94)
So, read a brittle book 94
TO CONJURE
Dogs and kids 92
And moons and
Julys or Junes
To soothe the
Sting of silence
DISCONTENT
BARK
BELL’S LETTERS (94)
Deserved words of devotion 94
If not in a letter
To a convict mass murderer
Fig yesterday 93
Cicada cast
Long legs lured
My baited breath
Worm cast
Plaster cast
The whole noisy
Play of fig eating,
Loud, insect actors
With broken spirits
And brittle marrowed souls.
Picture made, 92
My head crashes
Against the poet’s
Philosophy
The lost snail 91
Slugging along the bricks
Slime sister on concrete
BE
LITTLE
BELITTLE
BELOIT (94)
AND OBSTRUCTION TO ABSTRACTION
What abstraction is defined 93
By the door itself?
People write books about it 91
Collect photos for years,
But what was important
To tell was the dis
Solution of memory???
The potassium storage 92
Sodium and serotonine
In cytoplasm surrounded
By a science of emotion
And photo albums of words
Mystical acid queen 94
Becomes
Blind, mute
Secret herbal
Donor of flightless
Frustration
DOING THE MENTAL
BENCH PRESS (92)
THE PECK BUILDER
NEEDS WEIGHT
BENEATH THE SURFACE (94)
UNDER TOADS
UNDER MINING
UNDERWEAR
TO ELIMINATE
ONE EXTRA STAIN
Forgotten till the very last minute? 94
Forgotten till the very last minute?
BENNETT (94)
SAYS
ALL MOVIE STARS ARE RELATED
SO I BOUGHT A BANANARAMA BANDANA
TO REMEMBER MYSELF BY
Flame flaked? 92
Snow baked?
The dandruff of dissolution?
The clanging cross references?
Currents through the past?
Will this moment last?
She stuck a flower 94
In his barrel
He stuck a barrel
In her flower
BERKELEY (94)
My eyes droop at sound distortion 94
Muffled by a vacuum tightness
In a safe car
On a dark road
Lit by strobe lights.
My father never sleeps
BERKELEY (94)
Chaos is not a butterfly; 92
Butterflies live within
Slipstream geometry
Hamiltonians,
Half truths to cover
Our waxed and polished,
Shine glossed,
Shellac mistakes
BERKELEY (91)
Mirthmockerymakingishness 91
To tear apart or to expand
Is not always like
The language of rap
Which pseudo refuses to use
Anything white on the page
But not rhyme
BETWEEN THE LINES (92)
Everything and nothing 92
Float and don’t
Everywhere and nowhere
In the well
And the sick
AND NEVER
BEYOND (93)
We’re going up there 92
After we stop wasting
All this paper
To write about it
WITH SUCH A
BIG HEAD (94)
BECAUSE OF THE BIG NEWS
The non subjunctive vegan 94
Sounds
As if I were wrong
If it were “it was”
I would be uncertain
As to who or what did die
Or is it as to whom or what did die?
THE BIG MOUSE (91)
THE BIG MOUSSE
We were taking a tour of the farm 91
Until, suddenly I screamed with alarm
Just seventeen goats and a bunny
So I thought it rather unfunny
To feel a goose on my bountiful charms
BUT WHAT ABOUT
THE BIG NOW (94)
Telephone Tearings 94
I called an old boyfriend
Told him I was being eaten
Alive
He asked if he could help
I said the problem was too
BIG!!
For him to help with
And that this was to be my final,
Final good bye
IN THE
BIG RAIN? (94)
Chaos is not a butterfly 94
Butterfly
Butterfly chaos, chaos butterfly
Can rational metaphor describe it
Without, somehow, unbecoming it?
MORE THAN IN A
BILINGUAL (94)
DOUBLE ENTENDRE,
BIRD WATCHER’S DIGEST (94)
CHICKEN
Picking contagion, 92
Cleaning like slaves,
Born to janitorial joy
Without mops or Spic and Span
Without really loving man
The maggot makes its living
On a quest of germ destruction
HOUSED IN
BIRMINGHAM (94)
The Healthy Child 94
Sleepy eyes, dark hall,
The dull sound of lines and then
A brother calling with thunder
From the lightening street
BISHOP (94)
BITS (94)
CONSECRATES
THE SUPERNATURAL
If Superman, writing memoirs about his deeds 94
While trolling for pickerel in the reeds
Slipped and fell upon his big red initial
And swam with supper, would his words be super fish al?
It has been a long time going 91
But after post modern man
The word will try for wisdom
Again, not just “Bauhaus” concrete
But organic concrete
And shape won’t matter so much
As long as there are some shoes,
Then, to fit those funny, flat feet.
SHRIVELING
BITTERROOT (91)
I can not color in your eyes 91
The oil on that old canvas,
Unfinished, dry, in cream
Skin color sits. The studio,
Empty, I study your thighs;
I don’t think they’re right,
Either.
BKMK (91)
His Lap Dog 91
Too rich to drive
Myself away,
I stay, sitting
Sad, a tad tipsy,
Isolated like
The litter’s runt
BLACK AMERICAN (93)
A peaceful hidden war 92
Where are the white women?
Waiting on this line
Or taken through the back door
(Not now the social pariah indication
It used to be?), it may be
The very last fixation
Of economic disproportion,
To get those nagging nosy white women
Out of the house and local affairs,
So moan
BLACK APPLE (92)
We were talking philosophy 92
Aunt Grace said “family”
I said “Thanksgiving together?”
She said, “Not anymore”
I said, “Grandma?”
She said, “Both of them, two weeks apart”
“Just us now?”
“Just us now.” she replied
Neither of us said “Why?”
NO, no
I said “Grandpa too?”
She said “Uh huh.”
I said “Why?”
She said nothing
No, no
She said, “Do you want their car?”
I said, “I told them I wanted the Luger”
She said, “They threw it into the lake.”
I said, “I do need a car.”
NO, no
She said “Are you coming to the funeral?”
I talked about how poor I am and, now, I don’t even know
the address of the graveyard.
BLACK BEAR (94)
Clapping its intestine 93
Name the news event 91
Blame the blood
Versify variations
Of Voltaire’s What Frenchman
Was it? maggots
Growing out of a cat’s
Vagina; telling the whore
“That soon will be you”
And hit the stomach
The groin, the heart
The brain, with one
Tiny, little, rose colored stain.
Somehow, the maggots 92
And oatmeal
Connect
But my scorn
Tries to put a hierarchy
Upon the food chain
Tries to separate the superficial
From a shotgun facial
Tapioca from Topeka 94
Toast on a Buttered Tray
Tea to the Side
Visit from A Boyfriend Who Smelled of Perfume and Stale Sex
Sickly drowsed
Sickly heard weeping
Sickly survived
To write
Sickly verse
BLACK BOOKS (94)
BLACK THOUGHTS
BACK STABBED BY BAD IMPRESSIONS
BLACK BOUGH (94)
Easter Mourning 94
Children
Running naked
Egg shells breaking
BLACK BUZZARD (94)
Impression of other art 92
To make art
A telling of effect
Not just direct color
Configurations and
Sailboats on stormy seas
CONSECRATED, THE BLIND MAN BEGINS TO LOVE
COLOR POETRY, LISTENS TO THE
BLACK FLY (94)
The rain hurt you harder
Than laying with snakes?
BLACK HORSE (91)
BLACK MOUNTAIN (94)
I’m not sure Susan 92
Was ever on Edgar Poe
Secret knowledge is 94
A fetus festering unborn
But, Daddy didn’t do it! 91
on joy 94
oh, joy!
enjoy on joy. enjoy joy.
enjoy joy on joy.
on joy, enjoy joy.
BLACK RIVER
RUNNING FROM MY TWAT
(WHAT A THOUGHT)
Ageism all old men don’t have loose teeth 94
Serpent sight most pines are straight
Fear of more than just “frictions”
Children are always throwing death
In their parents’ faces
AIDS aides 91
Should we breathe the same air?
Should we care?
I never saw (not, “I’d never seen”)
Someone already dead, smiling, so brightly
In their Spring flower bed.
We planted love
In rows and mounds around his house
But the Fall came early.
BLACK SCHOLAR (94)
Your jello is unformed 92
I sit in the cold
To help it mold
BLACK SPARROW (94)
That’s the way 92
Baking
Delicate delights
No noise in the kitchen
Ingredients and temperature
Just right, perfect texture
On the cooling tray
And someone with a sledge hammer
Comes in to smash
The table and counter
The cookies and sink
BLACK TAPE (92)
I know no philosophy 92
That can not be abused
But who ever said
We shouldn’t have girls
As children because
They might get raped?
BLACK TIE (94)
The grass is the cousin 91
Of my ass
She is the motorized hum
Of a lawnmower
She is the growing
Prune doctor
She is the weed eater
And sod layer
She is the trimmer
Fingernails pulling at me
I sleep seeing 94
Zulu in landscape
Your spear
I, he, you
“Without feathers?”
BLACK WARRIOR (94)
I’ve got a chair and a stray dog 92
That comes by for food. I’ve got trees diing,
Invaded by insects. They belong to the city,
Both larvae and leaves, and the air
Comes in stinky from Pasadena;
It rains white ash flakes,
Late at night when no one is supposed to notice
When the smell is only registered upon aloe vera dreams.
Shrieking Johny one note 94
Bran flake farts and dirty dishes? 93
BLANK GUN ??????? SILENCER (94)
UPSET
over the constipation 94
boy, you are sure
a pure
asshole
fusing modal patterns of solids and gas
musical notes and all (analyzed)
your tritone farts are melifluid
your dissonance is divine
(and a bit of a chuckle, too, mess pas?)
TO A
BLANK (91)
PAGE
ANYTHING’S A
BLAST. (92)
IN THE DARKENED
BLIND ALLEYS (94)
All towns are prostitutes 92
Compromising virtue
For the false comfort
And pleasure
Of being held,
And serving (in)dignitaries
THE
BLIND BEGGAR (93)
SAYS
“IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME TO ME”
BUT I STILL SAY THAT POETRY IS NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS
Sometimes truth leaks out 91
Of Winter’s broken pipes
Unintended
The house cries
Through tissue paper walls
And tells the water stain
Story of aging glory,
Painted over, repaired,
Listing a bit, but still standing
Serpent healing? 93
THE BLIZZARD RAMBLER (92)
I cranked up the Grand Prix 92
For his girlfriend from Australia
While we were awaiting her plane
Said, “let’s go for a ride”
Told her, in secret, “I’m a storm
Buster. See that thunderhead?
We’re going into it.” We did.
At about a hundred, hydroplaning,
We rode the length of the storm and then
Turned around and rode the storm backwards.
She said her fear of airplanes had been cured.
(please note, it wasn’t written like
Turned around and rode the storm backward
doggie style,
Daisy chaining with the other wild women, rough riders.
She said her fear of flying had been cured.
Now was it?)
BLOCK’S (94)
BLOOD DREAMS. (94)
I spit into the cold 94
Dark corridors of your soul
To lubricate the vamp you were
YOU KNOW I HATE TO PICK ON THE LITTLE GUYS
BUT POETS ARE ALL BIG IN MY EYES
HAVE TWENTY INCH PENII AND BASKETBALLS
OR AT LEAST DILDOS TO STRAP ON
TO REAM THE EDGES OF THE TRUTH,
AND TONGUES AND LIPS AND FINGERS FOR LATER
TO SOOTHE ANY PAIN THAT’S CAUSED TO
YOU PECKER HEADS,
YOU PUCKERED PUSSIES,
BLUE LIPS STUCK TO
BLUE BUILDINGS (91)
Love fell in splinters 91
From our French
Provincial furniture
BLUE GUITAR (92)
Player with blue fingers 92
Plucks pensively, painted
For effect, he watches t.v.
Frets about t.b., drips
Blood from his finger tips,
Examines his sperm, his life,
His worth during daytime.
BLUE LIGHT (94)
Houston has its Blue Light Cemetery 94
With silky ghosts and Spanish Moss
Mythology, appearing in weak moments,
Every so often, blue vapor phosphorescence
Explained away as swamp gas
BLUE LIGHT, RED LIGHT (91)
Ditty to Dog Catchers 91
My cat needs a licence
To drive your prey wild
BLUE LIGHT (93)
STROBING
Purposelessness 93
Proceeds productivity
For fools frozen
From fear
BLUE RYDER (94)
HUMMING ALONG
There is a difference between chewing up children 94
And not stopping the cannibals
So, America is timid, a bystander wussie,
In horror, numbed to complacency by compromise
LIKE A
EUNUCH
BLUE UNICORN (94)
WITH BLUE BALLS
SUGARED AND BUTTERED
Self conscious 92
I
Still see
Depth
In her newmade
Love poetry
The swan flew faster than ever 94
For fear frozen fish,
Dived and then
BAM!!!!
Headfirst it glided through clear ice,
Outside the Pyrex factory;
A feather landed in the snow
I’ll bet there’s a poet 93
Today
Living on the docks
WRITING
THE CHEWED
BLUELINE (94)
Gotta give you something to see? 92
The canoe glide describes the real me
The gilded leaf my golden thoughts
The cream colored corn my segments
The blue fetus, unborn, my past tense? (is that it?)
CUD BALLS YELLOW
THICK, GUMMY MUCUS GREEN
LIKE BUBBLE CUD BROWN
THE NAMED
COLORS
SQUEEZE LIKE A
BOA (94)
Rose garnished 92
Dinner
A lost recipe
Describing grief
Because love
Can be laughed at
(whereas laughing at grief is not PC)(That’s a TLA and
this is a TLA only that TLA is a two letter anagram and
this one is three)
STUCK IN A
BOGG (94)
She thought New York 94
Was a state
Of mind
Room, bed, body, poems 92
Repeat:
I own this rectangle
NOT
BOLD (93)
Lists of lost references 93
Like my Books in Print
And my Statistical Abstract
Of the United States for 1969
ENOUGH TO
BOMB (94)
Lines 94
In
Columns
BONE AND FLESH (94)
“Ethnic purification” ’nuff said 93
You give yourself too much credit 92
To think the bank
Will keep your records and give you a history
After all your debts are paid.
I bounced off of men 94
Like the drunk I was
To the player piano rhythm
Of dentists socializing
Feeling the spikes of their approval
Like pollen masked migrant workers
On the side of the highway
Kerchiefs flapping against the napes of their necks
Garbage bag dragged in one gloved hand while the other
Speared the litter on the edges
Of my vagina.
BOOG (94)
IS JUST THE BOOGINING
OF BOOGIE OR BOOGER
A Waitress Visiting Chicago Yells 94
“Na na na poo poo
Owwwww her
Jazz
Is better than
Yoooooouuur
Jazz!”
And I call it finders keepers poetry
But you do see the deep meaning, don’t you?
BUCKING BRONCOS
ELECTRIC
BOOMTOWN (94)
KNOCKING YOU OUT OF YOUR
BOOTS FOR FOLKS WITH THEIR BOOTS ON (94)
Rodeo boots??? 93
Bucket kicking boots?
Sparkling boots?
Toe up boots?
Alice Walker from fiction class 94
Shows up in Marilyn’s poetry
GUARDING THE OPEN
BORDERLANDS (94)
Before the Phones Came 94
….Sometimes we sat
A train might pass…..
Before the Trains Came
….sometimes we sat
Before the Carpenters Came
…sometimes we….
Show up toe up
SPARKING
BOREALIS (94)
AURORA NIPPLES
Often, awake, I see 94
Mice and rabbits
Running across the page,
Knowing that your poetry
Understands
The seen better than the dream
My poetry 91
Makes
You nuts
Falling from a
Poet tree
IN A WAR ZONE
BOSTON BLUR (94)
THE
BOSTON PHOENIX (94)
SPRINGS FROM
BOSTON (94)
BOTTOMFISH (94)
You keep falling deeper 94
Into suicidal bliss,
Imagining how pretty
All the red will be
Against this season’s fashions
Sleep tight 91
Blanket’s big enough
To ward off
Fitful images
WELL
DONE WITH THOSE BLACK AND BLUE LINED EYES
DONE WITH
BOUILLABAISSE (94)
Promenading 94
Names
Tappanzee
Spanning soggy lines
To bridge the watery gaps
Between the high and dry truth
Promenading
Names
Tappanzee
(wasn’t that all I needed all along?)
BEEFY BABES
BOULEVARD (94)
Barmaid tit mouse 92
With a pocket full
Of cheese
Doesn’t want to sell
Much more than sleaze
Mixing 94
Wake metaphors
With ski boat meanings
Mercury syntax
With
Bowline moorings
Loosed, lapping the gunnels
Of your tongue,
You float and glide
From ship to shore
AND THE BOUILLABAISSE, BEEFY BABES, BOULEVARD ANTHEM
BIM BAM BOOM BOOMS
IN THE SOULS OF TESTOSTERONE BIMBOS
(AND ON A NOTE OF MORE ROMANCE, INSTEAD OF CALLING ME A BIMBO
SHOULDN’T I BE CALLED A BIMBA?)
BIM BAH BOOM
BOX YOUR DOG FEMINIST. THE BASEBALL (93)
BOUNCES INTO A
BOX (92)
OF CRACKERS
CRACKING JOKE, BONE AND GUM
AND YOU KNOW THAT THOSE GUM CRACKERS DRIVE ME CRAZY IN A
BRANFORD (92)
FIBROUS AUTOMOTIVE UNIT,
A HEALTHIER HOT ROD,
WITH A REGULAR MUFFLER
Famous people 92
Pop into my
Poetry
So some fool reader
Might hope to find
Their secrets
Madonna penned
Or Prince Charles
Endowed
NOW THE WEST WIND
BRANCH REDD (94)
IS ENDOWED
Someone died 94
Are you going to get laid
Down with them?
WITH A
BRAVO (91)
Mention manila 91
If your words
Don’t define
The envelope
BRAZILLER, (94)
Tachyphrasia 94
Was was better
Than that slow
Tick talk that
Spread like oleo
From Lyme
To infect the forest
With dry rot
Philosophizing,
Rooted only to a tree flea
Or deer mite’s sense of purpose
BUBONIC
BECAUSE OF A
BREAKTHROUGH, THE AARDVARK THAT WAS HERE (93)
SAYS NOTHING
Why do the least you can do? 92
Saying that that is the most
I can do, may be
The least I can do for you
Past the travelogue 93
Rome’s ruins
Take more space
In the guidebook
Than on land
BREITENBUSH (93)
LIT ELECTRIC IS A
BRIDGE (94)
TO A
BRILLIANT STAR (94)
What can one say? 94
Would not an Einstein 92
If descended from beer steins,
Loving beer, but full of fat fear
Increase the sales line
By adding some fine wines?
BRISTOL HOUSE (92)
TIT MOUSE
READS A
BROADSHEET (92)
ON
BROKEN STREETS (94)
THAT USED TO BE
Pantheism poetry 92
And all religion
Is religion;
The isolationist universal
The singular sunset
The whole enchilada
Sauce and teeth and chopped liver
HOME FOR A
BROODING HERON (94)
IN
BROOKLYN (94)
AND EVEN
The go go girl 91
Came
To sit on
His Saturday
Suntan
Went without
Waiting
For (money) day
BRUNSWICK (94)
BECOMES ASH
WHEN THE LOVE WAX
WANES
BRUSSELS SPROUT (94)
Poem waits for words 91
Looking looking
Like a page
Stones sit 92
Giving the brook
A choice
OR
Winter 92
Cicada
Silence
DNA tells 93
Of shape, not soul
Becoming “I”
Moon and willow 94
Evening shade
Over cool grass
Wind in my hair 93
Turning the weather vane
Spinning gnarly
BUFFALO SPREE (94)
CHIPS OR DIPS
(DON’T SATISFY.)
Separatist! 94
Does it soothe your guilt
To stay away
When confronted
By a cloudy day?
I GOTTA GET A
BUYLINE
BYLINE (94)
Sleep poet sleep 92
Your dreams are more true
Your apathy
Tells more about
Your nature,
The searching for sounds
Degrades your sense,
Your blanket more comforter
Than an untangled phrase
Okay, John 94
Achtendongschishek
C.A.L.CONSERVATORY FOR CARRIBEAN AMERICAN AFRICAN THIRD WORLD(91)
CONSERVING INTELLIGENCE AND
C.L.A.S.S. (94)
CACANADADADA (92)
Deep doo doo’s 92
A better bop
Than some serious scat
That’s a popular flop
CACHE (91)
CASHED GREEN
Cash crop 91
Confused
Corn
A
Cop(e)
Ia
WITH NAMES LIKE
CADMUS (94)
LITMUS, BLUNDERBUS
Almost out of the maze 94
Modern man
Turns around to embrace
The haphazard hedge rows
CAERMAN (93)
CAESURA (91)
IN A CRAMPED
CAFE (94)
Sperm suspension 94
Without suspense
CAGE (92)
SAY
“GOOD BYE, JOHN CAGE”
How far underground? 92
Under the underground?
Even the underground
Is dug today. Dig it?
CAITLIN (91)
CALAPOOYA (94)
CALDER (94)
CALIFORNIA (94)
NOW A COLDER CALIFORNIA
HOW’D YOU LIKE TO HAVE A HOMETOWN NAME LIKE THAT,
MOON UNIT?
Doo da 92
Poetry defiles
Da da
CALIFORNIA STATE (91)
WITH
A film on your eyes 91
Like cataracts
CALLALOO (94)
They forced her to pose 92
In that way with them
She’s the one with the cocaine
Eyes, strawberry thighs
And a mouthful of
Muttered, fluttering
Obscenities
CALLALOO (93)
INFRINGING UPON
CALLI’S (93)
CALYX (94)
RIGHTS
She won’t let me come 91
When she goes out;
In her turning from culture
Lies
The feminine turning from mother
Just as much
Watching My Father Piss 94
He, who tinkled tremendous
Gushings beside me from eye
Level and whipped it in after
Shaking it off, made me linger
Would I find a thick one, brown and long?
CAMELLIA (94)
CAN’T CONNECT
Horniness is to handguns 91
As
Shopping is to babies
no….
Horniness is to handguns
As
Sun is to pudding
no….
Horniness is to handguns
As
Poetry is to propaganda
(the big lie kind, not like good bullshit,
not tainted by only truth and omission)
Baden Baden is defined 92
By forest
Not bottled water
Why try 93
To do
Oil toil
To fake paint to make faint
Untrue blue
Ink links?
Oh! 94
Freak me fucking out!
A poem about a woman with grey eyes
Reacting to that very same poem!
How deep!
CANADIAN (94)
WITH
CANADIAN DIMENSION (94)
Wrong French there 92
Wouldn’t talk Parisian to me
I never did get a job
Went home to mommy
FOR
CANADIAN (94)
HEALTH CARE
Cribbage 91
We peg for points
Look for pairs and threesomes
Double skunk when we can
Play listless
Play
Birds 93
How pretty they are
Before the pellets hit them
I see 94
Icy crocuses
The icy crow
Cusses
$@&*!@#$%^&
(And that’s a word too)
I see!
CANADIAN (94)
CANAL LINES (94)
Ink pink links 94
Improvise blues
UP AND BACK
Barrenness was planted 92
In that Winter field
By only one frost
And a proclivity for gold
Rather than the green
Shoots of family farming
With heaters and husbandry
LIKE
CANDLESTONES (94)
(OR GALLSTONES),
SELFISH LITTLE SURPRISES
Freckled kisses? 94
Spit reflections?
Spider beside her?
THOSE
CANOE (93)
BETWEEN YACHTS CALCULATIONS
Calculus doesn’t count 92
What’s important
By the coloring of curves
BUYING BUMPY
CAPE ROCK (94)
FOR THE SUMMER
Ice flow, creamy quartz 92
Ugly meadow, long bermuda shorts
Tattered Petunias, teetering stalks
Not ready to shiver, I walk
Watching the road
You were supposed to change slowly,
Not become silver Winter
Without warning, without fluffy snow
The lovers unleash 94
The dogs;
A voyeur spies the movement and motion
Of starvation, finally being fed,
And thinks it is sexy
CAPERS AWEIGH (94)
MY BUDS
SALAD ALL DAY
CAPILANO (92)
SOMEONE’S
CAPITAL (91)
IS TAKEN BY
CAPPER’S (94)
MAD MONEY HATTERS
WITH TOO MANY HATS AND NO WORK GLOVES
TO PULL OUT THE ROUGHAGE
Love that heals 92
Has to be
Like regular meals
In place, permanently
And the time it takes
When love’s alone
When forgiveness rakes
You to the bone
Is a kind of reprieve
For the kindness that made you forget to grieve
IN A
CARAVAN. (94)
Called 92
You followed
The dead albino
Image
Of life’s
Metamorphosis
CARIBEAN (94)
Names 92
Below
Moody title
Oh, those barbaric Euros 94
Such nasty colonizing creatures!
BUSINESS TRIPPERS
Lick a guava for luck 93
PRETEND
CARING (91)
About movies 91
When pictures
Remind of
Cool hands
Caring
Still
CARLETON ARTS (94)
CARN (92)
EVIL NINE
CARNEGIE MELLON (94)
STILL YOU TURN ME IN
Melon mush 94
Is the honeydew
Green or orange?
Is the daughter seed
White inside?
A CAROLINA? (91)
Or does she see 91
Colors as tripping
Tools over poetry
Stumps
And taboo humps
CAROLINA (93)
Anything sucking 91
Reminds me of
What you said
About my poetry
Everything creaking
And wrinkled and poor
Glows on the wet face
Of youth you adore
Bills for the cleanser? 92
Jeff and Jim?
Clean fire?
Freeloading initiative?
“Excellence” abridged?
Dropping bombs 93
Into
Cross haired poetry
CAROLINA WREN (94)
CHIRPING
Poetry lives as long 92
As pen meets paper
In any gutter or penthouse
Where there is feeling to express
Or thought to share
But good poetry goes
Where great poetry doesn’t dare
And will until the penthouse pet
Kisses the gutter dog with glee
And calls the barking “great poetry”
I sit with Superman, Margaret Sanger, 94
Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa,
Ghandi, and any other great name
I can think of, pretending
To hold their hands, in my attempt
To hold your attention.
Mention 91
Sex and death:
Advertiser’s
Poetry of imprisonment
And plain appreciation
Of life unspent
Becomes premium
Insurance bait
ON THE
CAROUSEL (94)
BOTHERING THE
CARPENTER (93)
WHO CARRIES FOUR
CARREFOUR (94)
SHOTGUNS
WREN ATTRACTING WHISTLES
RED AND GREEN AND YELLOW SHELLS
HONEY INTENDED AIM OF THE ALLEGORY LIKE
CARRIONFLOWER (92)
Siniod at Maggie’s Nipple 92
Taut horizon
Pitted face of the moon
Rolling, round hills
Licked by lightning
OR
CAT FANCY (94)
Fancy cat claws 92
The Blue Jay
Feathers in its
Frisky little
Mouth
CATALYST (94)
Is the poetry 94
Lipid or water soluble?
(entering the heart or the brain?)
TO BE A POET, YOUR DAD MUST HAVE BEEN A DRUNK
OR YOU MUST PRETEND HE WAS
AND IF HE ABUSED YOU SEXUALLY OR HIT YOU, ALL THE BETTER
FOR THIS NEW DADDY PRETENSE.
MINE LOVED TO BITE NECK
MOUNT A CAT
CATAMOUNT (94)
The boy is eating breakfast 94
In a place to be called
“The house of cracked eggs”
WHICH LED TO
CATHARTIC (94)
PUSSY DAYDREAMS
Sex queen 91
Starved for psychic
Salivation,
Lips licked,
Eyes popping out,
And other
Manifestations of
A sex scream
“More! Bigger!
Deeper!”
TO INFECT THE
CAT’S EAR (94)
Nobody is home 94
When
Nobody is foreign
But
I’ll bet I’ve had some boyfriends
Who could make a foreigner out of you.
WITHOUT EAR MITES
CATS (94)
PURR
CAXTON (94)
CCR (94)
Sure, she’s dead 92
CEILIDH (93)
Crotched random 93
CELERY (92)
STALKS
Favorite words connected 92
INKY OCTOPUS
Fucking 92
Baby
Sucked
Out
IN A
CELESTIAL (92)
CELTIC (91)
Caveats and screams 91
CENCRASTUS (93)
Cellar souls from Scotland 93
WITH
CENTENNIAL (94)
SOPORIFICS FOR
Chicken Little 94
Pops out
When the sky falls
DEAD
CENTER (94)
CENTRAL FLORIDA (94)
Blood sausage 92
Almost 94
Central
Stationed
EMPTYING
CENTRAL PARK (92)
Castration versus 92
“Ripping their tits off”
CHAKRA (92)
Bathysphere 92
WITH
CHALK TALK (94)
Does the badly broken bough 92
Of youthful sprouting
Set the course of the search
For sunlight?
A
CHAMINADE (94)
CHARADE
Less is more 92
In a celluloid world
Without twinkling stars
Sign on door 93
“Gone here”
A pacman eclipse 94
CHANGING MEN (94)
Curry and oil? 93
Farts and fellatio?
They refuse to breed any more assholes 94
On a theme of incest or not
Being concerned about family planning
His brother had to stop buggering him
THEY SWITCH
CHANNELS, CURRENTS (92)
CHANTRY (94)
PANTRY
Your “rage” will 92
Upset the rhythm
Of the message
Of the massage
Of the masturbation
Huff and puff away, lupine bitch 94
…… Huh?
I can’t HEAR you!
CHANTS (93)
Warm worm? 93
CHAPMAN (94)

Colonialism 92
Gifts of ideas
For smog
Wanton fate? 93
Before the fortune cookie?
Chinese won ton?
CHARITON (94)
Philosophy 92
Is what touches Earth?
It isn’t the connection?
It isn’t the improbable?
It is the meaning of “chance”?
It’s about suburbs in Heaven?
CHARNEL (93)
ALL COME HOME
COLONIC
Perversions 92
For
Plantations
NO FORCED
CHASTITY (93)
NO MOIST
JAZZ TITTY
AND
Everything 91
Progresses
Better into
Proud putrefaction
Explode into soy sauce 93
Oh, my pork fried soul
Explode into bowel movement,
Into vomit, to exorcise
Those nasty sin balls
CHATTAHOOCHEE (94)
IS FREE
A Good Date 94
He grabbed my hair
And pulled
And pushed
CHELSEA (93)
CHICAGO (91)
CHICAGO (94)
CHICKADEE (94)
Chewing china 94
SLAPS YOUR KNUCKLES
FOR DREAMING OR TAKES UP THE SLACK WITH
A Poem Diver 92
To anyone who’ll listen
I mutter “Just what do you think?
My big complaint with words
Is that they have to suck to sink.”
CHICORY BLUE (94)
CHILDREN’S ALBUM (93)
CHILDREN’S (94)
CHIMERA (94)
How to 93
Crowd
A childhood
The horny lightpost standing guard 94
Sometimes I know how it feels
2 94
But then
I have, he has, he and I have
Edited for grammar
Smells of syntax 92
The brown colored images
Floating logs of imagined journeys
The shiver and sweat, sometimes,
When reading, the tingling
Of fallen asleep thighs,
The flush after rejection
The fertilized mind, somewhere,
Down the (sewer) line
OR DOWN ON THE
CHINESE (91)
SIDE
CHIPS OFF (94)
HATS OFF
MOLOTOV
COCKTAIL SERVED NEAT
The soul’s extremity 94
Touched by all
During daytime?
BLEACHES
CHIRON KINDRED SPIRIT (94)
She wishes AIDS upon breeders? 91
Sick fucking poems about sick fucks! 92
Oh, I feel a kindred spirit 94
To a cussing American Indian
(Do I get published, now? … oh… Native American… shit!
wrong again)
A
CHRISTIAN CENTURY (94)
Of drooping plants 92
Useful God? 94
Got guts?
EQUIPPED WITH
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE (94)
THE CHRISTIAN WAY (92)
Overlook hurt? 92
Think with, not of, for, about?
EXCEPT ON
CHRISTMAS (91)
CHRISTOPHER (94)
CHRONICLE (94)
CHRYSALYS (94)
OPENING UP
My leather briefcase spoke 94
No!
My coffee cup spoke to me
Saying everything, all at once
CHURCH, XTRA! (94)
(BUT ONLY A BIT XTRA EXTRA TIME ON SUNDAY)
CIMARRON (94)
MELTING INTO
CINCINNATI (94)
Wind was chasing him 92
SIN, SIN
CINCINNATI (94)
Planes (made me almost deaf) landing 92
Nearby; John Lennon’s “Imagine”
Comes on the television this Sunday
Morning; Cat’s crazed, knocking over
The books from their shelves
And, as far as I know, the rest
Of the family is still alive.
An empty mug reminds me
Sunlight calls for coffee
To be dripped and drunk
My imagination grasps for Scotch Tape
I’m old but I’m rich 94
And I’m a poet
Full of
Goblet wailings
And lucky rain
So, fuck me good
Or I’ll complain
You’re not enough
And then you’ll be
Up shit’s creek
With only rope for
A paddle
CITY LIGHTS (94)
DIM
CITY SCRIPTUM (94)
Still breaking glass 94
About Crystal Nacht
And hiding in the homes
Of the unchosen
CLASSICAL (94)
Paranoia 92
Is the modern
Classic
ART, NOW
CLEANING BUSINESS (94)
CLEVELAND (94)
It seems to be morning, Sour Puss. 94
You don’t need to purr
Until you get your coffee
In the kitchen and suck it down
ALL
Karma clowns 91
From a guilty
Planet
CONSPIRE FOR THE SAKE OF THE LINE
AND
Found poetry 91
Cantos in quarter time
CLIMBING (94)
Bootprints 92
Up the
Face
Mountain so big 94
Me so small
Mention mountain
To excuse “me” extrapolations
WALLET WATCH
CLOCKWATCH (94)
YUPPEES
YUP, YUP, UP
Is Minsk the only specific 92
With accordion flowers,
Expanding stars,
Hill haloed sky
And a thousand million smiles
To share?
WITH
CLOTHESPIN FEVER (91)
Clothespin fever 91
spin fever
in fever
in ever
in Eve
I’ ve
“I”
THE
CLOUD RIDGE (94)
MATERIALIZES
SOME KILL
SOME KILL BUT WE ALL DIE.
THAT’S THE SPOOKY CONNECTION
Every hunter becomes a prey 92
On the celestial marriage day
Every dream is real enough
When spooky ether gets coarse and rough
ROUGHHOUSE
CLUBHOUSE (94)
SECRETS
The magic hidden inside us is not a trick 92
When……., 91
Don’t……,
‘Cause…..,
And cuz I say so.
Adults talking down to kids 94
Make kids think adults are stupid
PEELED OUT IN THE STRETCH MARKS
BURNED
CLUTCH (94)
The Fear of Feeling Human 94
So,
Suck on this syringe
As I speed
AIDS infected blood
Into your mouth
OUT
ON THE PROWL FOR WHAT
CLYDE (92)
WANTED IN THE
COACH HOUSE (94)
ON
COCHRAN’S CORNER (94)
Unknown patchwork 92
Creeping cold confident
Winter?
IN THE COLD
COE (94)
So that’s the end of the story, 92
No web to wonder over and remember
No tales of spider glory,
An arachnid dismembered
And a poem about life?
COFFEE HOUSE (94)
CRUMBCAKE
All I see is the ugly, 94
Pretending so hard to be pretty.
I am pretty. I am.
CRUMBLED
COFFEEHOUSE (94)
You’re considering the bikini 93
And want to bugger the girl?
There’s lingo and idiom 94
And then ……
There’s mood renewed
INTO
CARELESS LEWD LAUGHTER
LIKE LICKING LADY LUCK,
SNORTING DIRTY LACE
COKEFISH (94)
Orgy or children’s storybook 91
Puzzle with two pieces
To piece and sheets
To separate sweat dance
Dribble from burning friction
And overhead fiction, outside,
Looking down, crispening sheets
And smoky smells to stoke
The fire of revision
Blood deep coke fish 94
WASTED
SO MANY HAIRY DAYS
White Trash 92
I cry honk
Without any rhythm
MY FATHER AS
CO LABORER (94)
METICULOUS
Women grossed out 94
By their children
DRAFTED
Grid was the only word 92
That did the trick.
Once again, the conduit
And nicked water
Must flow through a grid.
A GRID OF DESCARTES
A GRID TO MAKE ART
A GRID TO PLANT THE SEEDS
A GRID IRON TO UNWRINKLE CLOTHES
A GRID TO MEASURE THE SHAPE OF HIS FACE
A GRID IN THE ROUGH
A GRID OF INTENSITY COLDER THAN NITROGEN
COLD DRILL (91)
SOLDIER DRILLED
Biology Boot Camp 91
Minds gorged
Collaboration companions
Shower and soap
The drivel of doctors
Who try to confuse
With philosophy I never
Wanted and jumbled lectures
Or prescribed scripts
That allow me to let them
Draw the course
Of suicide (not mine) dreams
So we can say
College was tough
One guy died
But we made it out
Almost unscathed
COLLAGES AND BRICOLAGES (94)
OF EXISTENTIAL
SERVITUDE
Don’t believe a word I say? 94
She left her corks 91
On the counter
Like a bandage kept
From a warrior’s first wound
Rilke screamed 92
But you didn’t listen
(He was dead and white)
Or did you?
“Let people die their own little death,
Each the one they choose!”
They lived a life for it, didn’t they?
How can you condemn the way they look
Or feel on the way out?
SENDING ME FOR
COLLEGE (94)
From a seething pool 94
Of industrial pollutants
Grow pretty, little flower mutants
COLLEGE ENGLISH (94)
COLOR WHEEL (94)
COORDINATION TO
COLORADO NORTH (94)
Les Grands Mots a la Cote des Mots 94
Go ahead!
Tell me you know
More about war
Because you went to a school
That taught you French
Cuntlicker 91
I’m a cunt licker with long tongue
I eat them alive
But can’t tell you that
In a plain simple way,
Hide behind the mask
Of solo pseudo psychology
And “your turn today”
COLORADO (94)
COLUMBIA (94)
COLUMBIA (94)
Resonance realizations 94
Reading the resonance
Of resonances
Like Jung reading Freud
COLUMBUS (94)
Down by the Colon 94
by Cyan
Here:
Punks turn punctual
In DADFAD tuning, slam dancing, loose teeth,
Eye shadow dried, conceiving new hairstyles,
Studs, safety pins, earwax, spit.
COLUMBUS SINGLE SCENE (92)
Why not frame the remains? 92
Bronze the toothpick he used;
Put the wine glass under glass
With a touch of red wine and his dribble
Still inside, vacuum seal it.
He comes; he goes.
You don’t desperately need him
He comes; he goes.
You won’t leave up the toilet seat
He comes; he goes.
Why ream the rim 91
Before you get the ball in?
Why play your first game
In dirty socks?
WHEN THE BUS TOUR ENDED IN A FLAT
COMMONWEAL (94)
A COMMON SQUEAL
Finger, you “obscene” silly symbol, I watch 94
Myself blaming you for this expression
Now you won’t pick my nose or enter her crotch
And my hand gets the blame for this digression
COMMUNICATIONS (94)
COMMUNITIES (94)
WAIVERING
Indifference was my way, too, 92
With isolation from a half employed nation,
But it did not do a bit of good
The children did just what they thought they should.
Held back, socialized to attack, reentry
Blamed them, burning like inflamed, though tamed,
Tiles falling from the shuttle. My child
Now weaves ugly baskets in a world of smart silicone
Dreams and seems to blame me
For closing the door, wasting my taste and time
And might, refusing to fight
For peace with my piece of mind
Instead of leaving it to them and theirs. “Who cares?”
Fell upon them like a fractured missile.
WAIVING
THE COMMUNITY ENDEAVOR (94)
Oh, Carlos! 92
Your Earth understanding
Is affirmed by everything,
By even the ignorance of it.
A COMPANION (94)
Find your truth in fantasy 92
And when you do
Tell me what about it you see
That is not real or true.
Thesis 94
Antithesis
Synthesis
Thesis
USES
COMPENIONS (94)
SINCE
“There is no wealth here!” 94
(Starch fat straining)
Tinkle of spent beer
Against asphalt and scuffed shoes
CONCHO RIVER (94)
FROZE
Oh! How sad 91
You were so bad
You had to go
To that extreme
To deem yourself
Worthy
DEFINED BY
CONDITIONED RESPONSE (93)
Jackrabbit had to, 91
Had little choice
Are you too mad
To use your voice
To tell me truly
Why you’re so unruly
Using your mind you
Put blame behind you
Conjuring genes
And coffin screens?
CONDITIONS (91)
RIPE
Momma abused my mind 91
Daddy didn’t do a thing
He knew
What did he do about it?
She said she was being kind
Ignored his suffering
And mine.
FOR
CONFLUENCE (94)
Explain me 92
Analyze
Talk about
Word usage
Shape and size
The type, the page
The lonely trout
Speckled lake
Doesn’t take
Its beauty
From reason
Or season
I’LL EXPLAIN WHAT I WILL
BUT, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL
MY LOVE FOR LIFE
WITH A LAH DEE DAH TALE OF YOUR DYING DUCK’S STRIFE?
WITH CRASHES
OF CAR WEAPONRY
CONFRONTATION (94)
The loser lets his dreams control 92
There are no winners
We all are old
Once we become sinners
CONJUNCTIONS (94)
OF FLESH AND METAL
Sorry, 94
Something here
That I can’t see
I LAY BLEEDING ON A
CONNECTICUT (94)
INTERSECTION
Multi bigots 94
Bag the big bucks
The little bigots
With only one cause
Are too damn real to be political
They really try to express how they feel
And everyone knows that’s dangerous and stupid
Honest bigotry is stupid
Like poverty is a mental illness
So the multi bigots who only pick on the
Silent minorities, the multi bigots
Bag the big bucks and sail away in their
Big yachts for bigots
THE DEER ON HIS HOOD
STARED BLANKLY DOWN AT ME
LEAKING INTO THE WHOLE
How did you know the whole? 92
Add one ripple more
And your lake wasn’t whole
Neither was the day nor the day before
Take one ripple away
Was the lake any less?
Was it an incomplete day?
Did you know or was it just a wild guess,
In the near noon light
That the lake was not a hole
For God’s universe of night?
Did you really know the whole?
Did you? I bid you to tell me
That that wasn’t the poem you were trying to sell me.
CONNECTICUT RIVER (94)
CONTEXT SOUTH (94)
THING
miserable poets 93
bum me out
bum out my self
make me bummed out
not only 92
unclear

thoughts trees
with no connecting
roots but

also rhythm
made leafy

by line breaks
and short stanza
branches
Oh, run on run on sentence without punctuation 94
if that is the only way to get a flow from the
ship channel of these words
CONVERGING PATHS (92)
CONFUSE
CONVICTIONS (93)
Justice 93
Is
Just
Ice
In this desert
Melting for money
BUT NOT
THE COOL TRAVELER (94)
On Washington Square 92
Bug carpet leaves
Sail on the wind
Multiple visions
Of a grey brown
Day, insect eyes
That don’t see
“The Bottom Line”
COOP (93)
JOKE JACKRABBIT BESIDE
Lah di dah 93
So, you get to fly sometimes.
So?
And you blame your wife 92
For dustpan inspiration
In a nation of roses
And false posers
And lonely, wrecked lives?
COPPER BEECH (94)
COPPER BEACH
Oh, the oh poems 92
That sit and sing
Of fictional Egypt
And don’t do a thing
WITH A BOAT HOUSE
CORNERSTONE: THE VOICE OF THIS GENERATION (94)
CORNY
CORNFIELD (94)
appassionata 92
CORONA (94)
CORONA (93)
CAR NAMES
USURPED
NO
COSMIC TREND (94)
Trinkets of erotica, shattered romance 92
In twisted love dance crystal
Of diminishing frequency
Refracted into an infinity
Of excuses
Certain times 93
New born certain time
In timeless now
Times within the now
Oh, yeah, and love moving universes
Celestial music and
“Calm” fucking “the storm”
I will seal some strawberries 94
In the hubcap of my orneryness
And throw them in the pamplemousse pudding,
Like fate with a twist of lemon,
For your mother to eat
COSMOPOLITAN (94)
COTEAU (94)
REVELATIONS
A white pillar of blanks 92
Rises like a paper feather
From my angry hand
SO
COTTONWOOD (94)
COMES TO HELP
Flowerless husband 92
Bearing bulbs
Removes his wife’s leg
From his flatulence.
Outside, bed bugs
Run to the warmth
Of hot air
Under satin sheets
THE
COUNCIL FOR INDIAN EDUCATION? (94)
WHY NOT GOOD EDUCATION?
ANYWAY MORE THAN AN INDIAN
DIA (DIE A OR DYE A)
TRIBE
Why not sleep under a bridge 94
Or is that too concrete,
Against moonlit tradition?
CHILDREN NEED TO SURVIVE WITH HOPE, MAN!
SO HE SAID,
“DON’T CALL ME MAN!
I HAVE THE RIGHT
TO BE CALLED WHAT I WANT TO BE CALLED
SO, DON’T CALL ME MAN TOO MUCH BAD HISTORY
FROM NOW ON I WOULD PREFER TO BE CALLED,
IN FACT, I INSIST ON BEING CALLED
`EARTH ENTITY, GREAT BIG WONDERFUL TITTY QUESTOR, WHO MUST BE
BOWED BEFORE, HORMONAL BEING WHO SETS FIRE TO EMOTIONS,
MASTER OF SEX AND SENSUALITY, HORMONAL GENIUS, IRRESISTIBLE
PIONEER OF INNER SPACE AND FLAWLESS STRENGTH OF SUCCESSFULNESS
EMBODIED, WHOM EVERYONE FALLS TO THEIR KNEES IN FRONT OF
TO PLEASURE AND BEG FOR THAT BIGGEST OF PENISES THAT A WOMAN
COULD POSSIBLY HANDLE, TO PLEAD FOR REPRODUCTIVE SEED, MENTOR
TO ALL AND A NICE HUMBLE SOUL (IN COMPARISON TO HOW GREAT I
REALLY AM)’ IF YOU CARE TO ADDRESS ME”
I REPLIED “SHOW ME”
YOUR
COUNTRY JOURNAL (94)
Whoa, bloodstone! 92
Flowers catch fire 91
Her words were like curds? 94
SCATTERED ON
COUNTRY ROADS (92)
So they expose themselves to a rose? 92
COUNTRY WOMAN (94)
Turns the earth (also the one with the capital) 92
WITH
COUNTRYMAN (94)
Raven keeps its bill clean 94
Snowy crocuses 91
Snowy crow cusses
FROM
COVENTRY (91)
TO
Dr. Pain’s a pane of squeaky glass 91
Poor or guilty
Sure trashes
The six lane
COVER (94)
Hatred as the only sin 94
In all its manifestations
COVERBOY
COWBOY (94)
PATRIOTISM
IN
COYDOG (91)
Entropy and the hermit’s ears 91
My fear has been that no fir
Would grow, and Summer heat
Would beat me down under fallow ground
COYOTE (94)
Cirrhosis 92
Seeps in
But she’s always late 94
CRAB CREEK (94)
Hah! Travelogue 91
I tell you
Stuck stories
Of small motion
CRAMPED AND WET (93)
Carbohydrate cravings 92
Abridge an asphalt escape
You are distracted by pizza smells
On our drive to a glistening garden

Salt lick suckers 93
Froglike toads
Weather or not
We wear our thick skin
CRAZYHORSE (94)
Maybe too much time 94
Is spent on sports strategy
Teaching children when
To foul or break rules to win
CRAZYQUILT (94)
Clown delight 93
Alright, alright! 94
Let’s save some trees
CREME CITY (94)
CREATIVE (94)
LOOPHOLE
STYLINGS
I’m going to say 94
Some really nice
Sensitive things
And then say,
“Hey! Trust me.”
Grey skies 91
Give me
Great joy
Looking deeper into dawn 93
I see that “God’s Peace”
Includes mollusks crushed
By those same seagulls
And crabs clawing at
Each other
A sewer side chat? 94
AND EVEN MORE THAN
CREATIVE (94)
TYPE
Does not the “fishwife” have the strength 94
(I believe she does) to be “independent”
With her fisherman at her side?
CREATIVITY (94)
Your fertilizer falls 94
Unto other people’s lawns
CREEPING BENT (94)
Bent 92
If you think God’s poetry
Needs a name to sing
“The language of objects” 94
Is just another excuse
For deniable ambiguity
(the kind that doesn’t plan in all the
possible meanings before printing it )
We all know that green is jealous
Or is it new life?
Or is it the complement of red?
Or is it “not the favorite color of car”?
Or is it pukey?
Or some liver bile?
Or brackish water?
Or a stuck stone?
Or menthol?
Or cool?
Or Oxygen breeding?
Or go ahead go?
Or Light/primary, pigment/secondary?
Or ghastly on the Caucasian skin?
“The language of objects”
Is just another excuse
For deniable ambiguity
Like so many poems
That poets think mean a certain
Thing. They strain against frustration
Veins against fore(head) skin
When their poems, like strippers
And movie stars, are loved
For “all the wrong reasons”
BEGGING FOR
CRESENT MOON (94)
SALAD
In a Cadilac world 94
Nymphs attend
Another painting
CRICKET (94)
IS A CHIRPING
CRITIC (94)
ON A TOUR OF
CROOKED ROADS (92)
Haste makes waste 92
In the history biz
All planted people
Even the unknown
Will not remain
Anonymous, not all,
Not me, slowed by illness
CROSS ROADS (94)
On the lip of your K T boundary 94
I count 26 million years
With my fingers
WITH
CROSS CULTURAL (94)
FLAVOR
Side to side 92
In front of me
Swinging
Up and down
For fantasy
Becoming 94
Becomes you
Being
I
Am not yet
CROTON (92)
CROUTON
CRUCIBLE (94)
Shocked by blue sky? 92
Senses tuned to wild life 94
She was never alone
EXPERIENCES
CRYSTAL RAINBOW (93)
WAKE UP CALLS
Christ’s frayed nerves? 91
Christ’s hopeless?
Love’s everywhere? 92
Even in the Winter snow
That covers its seeds?
Gain to regain 93
CUMBERLAND (94)
FARMS
Bubbling udder juice 94
Yellow, like me
CUMMINGTON (91)
The heart’s a silent suffragist 91
CURLEY (92)
CUTBANK (94)
ELATION
Pruned to the Absolute 92
Absolute
Who 93
Hoo
Hoot
Owl
Nah na na poo poo 94
My God is better than your God

CALLS
CWM (94)
Whoreship 94
Boatloads
Miracle bodies
Display children
CYANOSIS (94)
Saying fucking what? 94
CYPHERS (93)
To tell some truth 93
DC (92)
DOESN’T KNOW
CNN’s Ted Turner 92
Thinks bison grazing
To be more profitable
Than billboard beef
CRYPTIC
DAGGER (94)
SLIPPED INTO
DAILY MEDITATION (94)
DALHOUSIE (94)
DOLLHOUSE
VAMPIRE
The red pen’s not the best 92
Tool
If you want to draw
Blood
Weather 94
Rain………
Wind…..
Sleet…….
…. Turbulence….
Whether or not
You notate the chorus
With roof pitches
Plummet faces
Object drops
And freefall
DENTAL
DAM (94)
TO BLOCK
“Nothing thoughtless” 94
We are the beached flurry
BLOOD BOOGIE
DANCE CONNECTION (94)
JUNKIE
DANDELION (94)
STEM PLUNGES THROUGH
TIN FLOWERS
OVER THOSE POCKETS
YES,
There still are pockets 94
For the jingling change
Of your dreams and desires
SEWN ON
DANIEL (94)
Don’t get on the page 91
Being truthful
With metaphor 92
Completely truthful
Not sparingly singular
About any truth being
All truth but concerned
That all bread enriches, (does it?)
That all spades dig fertile dirt
That all pages breathe
With life, is not so simple
A do to do, with metaphor
A poet who pulls words 93
From her alphabet soup
To make noodle art,
To make it a job
Crashes to spill
More than crackers
Go little editor 94
Go read the book
WITH
DARK NERVE (91)
DOPPLER EFFECT
Epileptic 91
Take off
Into the mind’s
Miasma
PHASE SHIFTING TO THE
DARKSIDE (92)
And we are happy 92
With shit encrusted babies
Sweat wet spades
Sperm dodging eggs
Swollen malnutrition bellies
And gravesites that make
Life meaningful
DAUGHTERS OF SARAH (94)
Would the wrestling 94
Be a professional match
When silliness and apathy
Have a tag team bout
With schizophrenic guilt?
SHOCK WARRIORS WAITING FOR
DAYBREAK (91)
Counting Syllables 91
Fam lee
Or
Fam il ly?
DAYSPRING (93)
CONTEMPLATIONS
Falling down 92
Under grown garden
Did you think
About it?
Contemplate?
Plan?
Peck away
At the termites
In the tree?
DBQP DOGSHOE (94)
Yesterday’s words 92
Writer’s cramp
Crumpled paper
First Eight Pen Pricked 93
Pen Picked Words From a Dictionary
Enlist
Bemuse implode
Claim beautician
At fault communism
Give me a poetry I don’t understand, 94
A boy who walks like capital letters
And runs like a semi colon.
DE YOUNG (94)
Leaf balls? 94
Wind down
Creak bed
Fluff blanket
Leaf ballet
Wind down creek bed
Fluff blanket
Cool Winter sleep
SO YOUNG
THE
DEAD REBEL (94)
DESCRIBING
A golf and orgasm instruction video 94
DEATHREALM (93)
DECISIONS
DELAWARE VALLEY (93)
OR
DEATH VALLEY
Well, bigger than you were, 91
Duckface
Machine poetry, 93
I presume
Armature of sky
Governor of stones
Carburetor of clouds
Transmission of worn
And broken words
From
A six stroke engine
Cyl
in
ders
Misfiring from bad gas
DELPHI LONDON (93)
Every asshole 93
Has an edge
DELIRIUM (92)
Angels dance 92
In the poison pen prick
Love cuts,
The tears of ignorance,
Dried
In the gossamer
(again, gossamer? Again, again?)
Wings, tears falling withered
Into endless questions
TRANSPLANTED TO A
DENVER (94)
Pun 91
DEPOT (92)
DESCANT (94)
Baby clam fetus was 94
You
Tossed away
Finger fucker 91
Lover
Water wells 92
Dream folds
Light washes
This squashes
Offense, pretense,
Any sense the poem
Dies in the colors
Of sunset and song
Wells up to take its place
DESCANT (94)
HALF STEP
Another wife 92
Wishing for
Separation
A state,
A lone star,
A bank failure,
After threatened divorce
DETROIT BLACK (91)
MUSICIAN
Paint a picture with your best colors 91
If black oil be on your brush
And a black spot in the heart
Of your canvas, why paste minced words?
EXTRAPOLATION
ESCHEWS BLUES
LIKE
DEVIANCE (92)
I, we, love peace 91
No poetry is needed
To say that
Human nature 92
Is human’s nature
Web, thread, spun, tongues
Carpet, ceiling, soundings
Rhetoric, ideology
And all
THE DEVIL’S MILLHOPPER (94)
A RETICENT PILL POPPER
Drawing angels 91
On every spare surface
Acid paper 92
Infects the rain
ENGAGES IN
DIALOGUE (94)
Monologue 91
Of foreign intrigue
From a flower vision
Familial ties
Your crest on your chest
Baretta behind you
Smoking in the brains
Of your alien words’
Bullet marks
You heal 94
Or
You die
WITH
DIALOGUE (91)
About other senses 91
For the blind poets
The flowers have different meaning
DICKEY (94)
Turtle neck 94
Power
Of the questionable
Meaning
NEGOTIATES
DICKENSON STUDIES (94)
DICKER, DICKER, PICKER
PICK HER;
SHE’S A GOOD TROPHY
The elite, 91
Bored
Trying to PUMP!… this poem up, 94
Another oily feather falls
GOOD FEATHER BOA
BIRDS
DIE YOUNG. (94)
ONLY THE LONELY
DIE FAST
FLY PAST
You 92
Twist the words
Like mountains,
To fit a faceless
Sky
(But, why?)
TO
DIE HARD (94)
DIFFERENT. (92)
Donuts 92
With words
Slipping through

The holes
Soaking the edges,
Brown, like coffee
DIONYSOS (94)
Jud’s little light package 94
WITH
DISABILITY (94)
….And we are all different 93
DIS EASE (92)
DOC(K)S (94)
Wharfs 94
Where podiatrists
Becalm, walking
THE DOLPHIN LOG (94)
INTO A BERTH OF
STARSHIP SEQUENCES
Adults stick their noses 94
Into the sweet smells
Of child’s play
Did you want to kill it? 92
Stomp on it to see it suffer?
Did you want to cut it
To see it regenerate?
Did you want a starfish love
Or just a Sunday bird watch?
UNDER A
DOLPHIN MOON (94)
IN STEREO
If towns are born hookers 92
Then boats are born fleas
On the sea and men born
Sperm in double helix fury
DOMINION (94)
HELD,
Looking for parallel playthings 92
DOOR COUNTY (91)
DRAGONFLY (91)
Head full of hair 91
He grows protein
In rows and peas
In patches and
Lady bugs help.
AT THE
DRAGONGATE (94)
WITH
DRAGON’S TEETH (94)
Electron style soul 94
Heisenberg’s uncertainty principal
Hamiltonians for sanity
INTERPRETATIONS OF
DRAMATIKA (91)
AS
DREAM INTERNATIONAL (94)
ARCHETYPES BUT NOT STEREOTYPES
Walk on a paisley pattern 91
Run to exercise the dragon
Invent flame alchemy
So the smoke falls like snow
Under dragon breath rain
Invent a city maze to amaze
Yourself, wish spatial variety
Travel the tenuous borders
Kissing children, crying rainbow
Colors, filled with all
Like an unpoppable balloon
Casting no shadow on the earth
(‘cus you prefer alien shadows and tell SAG AFTRA so)
A hemp head hidden in hyperbole 93
Doo Dat by Baa Baa Am E’more 94
Whah woo wake
Fffffffffum offfffffff
Mah wiffffp??
SECURE BULLDYKE
DREAM SHOP (94)
AROUND THE CLOCK
BUSINESS BUT NOT
STOP AROUND THE COCK
GAY MARY
Meringe meringue 94
DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES (94)
Eckenkar conformity 93
Floating out from all around me
Remind me of the razor 91
For your simple delight.
The candles can now do nothing for you,
Sharing hollow night.
I know when the blood comes out.
Stare into my eyes.
The horror hacks knees, lacks impact on me.
Your cold cruel cuts get old and tired;
The rusty razor holds no surprise,
But the soft, reoccurring warmth of the candle’s glow,
That, is the one great surprise I know.
It’s nice 92
To remember
The street singers
Who sunk
Into the quicksand
Of society,
Past the subway gates
And into the underground
Comma typo sometimes confuses 94
Last line joins, “them”, floating muses
FOR NELLIE
DRUID (94)
STONES SITTING
OVER MEMORY
Do I really ever want 92
To ride the interstate
Through Alabama, sit up straight,
Startled to see those very
Trees the poem sang about,
Hear real red tailed hawks
In heavy rain. Will their song sound the same?
Or will there be a soggy silence
And, unable to feel the awe from that scene,
Captured more by reality than
The vision of beauty I used to see,
Will I still love poetry?
DRY CRIK (94)
FLUFF
Cowboying for rich folks 93
Bought nitro to blow
Them away with words
With love, 92
Misplaced shotgun mercy,
Unable to let a doctor stick him
Or listen to his last,
Short, spastic, silent screams,
Killing Blind Boy,
The puppy whose brain
Ran out, run over, crushed,
Will be an image
I carry forever deep.
Murdered Moments 94
Unfolding face
Drinking the “rivulets
Between my breasts”,
But then he had to go
And chant and pop out
Into “night”, “earth”, “time”.
WILL
DUCKABUSH (94)
Personalizing night 94
Without knowing its personality
Is stereotyping
(to say nothing of my music)
DUENDE (94)
Poetry published 93
By
Misopoetists
OF S & M
DUST EGO (94)
Blessing 92
Poverty politely
But boiling because
People
Believe
People
Movies inspire 93
Celluloid delusion
One wino or maybe two 94
Turned Richard into a bigot, it’s true
Seeing a stagger in every impoverished shuffle
Seeing lice in every stubbled face
Set, safely on a dust free middle class shelf,
He finds unruffled plumage for himself
And justification for his view of the race.
DUSTY DOG (93)
GRABS AT
Skull (In Place) 93
Skulks
Cemetery
Silence
EAGLE WING (94)
MISH MOSH
By The Rotten Eggs Man 92
Cave dweller
Surrounded by perfect moisture
And no new caverns
To perfect the river’s burrowing inward
To form tributaries
Progress sucks, basically 94
Stasis sucks, basically
And now the happy medium is the “radical center”
So, basically, enjoy what you can.
EAGLE’S FLIGHT (94)
DISTRACTS
Hawk’s Flight 94
Diving into the last line,
Captured by a hunger for the beautiful
Stuffed rabbit on display,
Smashing against the plate glass,
Falling into a pile of feathers,
A couple of which I pick up for luck,
Stick them into the defrost vent,
Under my car window.
ENTALONED RAPTORS IN RAPTURE THROES DIVING INTO
EARTH’S DAUGHTERS (94)
SHOCK WARRIORS
SHOCKED WARRIORS
Eating seeds 91
Silent
Falling eggs cushioned
By crunchy snow
Maiden form
Frescos
The multipline shallots 94
Of midnight secrets
Between maiden spinsters
Are replanted to keep
Men from sharing
In virgin contact
Saving them for all the evil
Vile things women don’t want
The smell of, garlic onions
That overtake the garden
To keep away the rabbits
BECOME
EARTHWISE (91)
Water Poems 91
Next line
Falls frozen
EASTERN CARIBBEAN (94)
Hellos 91
On string bikinis
Bronze
The oily sunscreen
I Stoop to Surrender Him to Him 93
Worry is wasted mental time
When over a woman unloving, wild,
Out, and free. I knew I wouldn’t stay
With him for longer than a whistle stop
But wanted him to please me hard,
Completely, slutless,
Firm grip on my loose bosom,
Arms hugging my writhing waist (no, not waste)
Poxy “Proxies” 94
Give up your virgin
Land
Or we will pull out our
Germs
ECHOES (92)
But for words 92
Like “dark leaps of time*’
I would be happy to see
Two hands joined
(Or even four)
(Or hips, for that matter)
(Or hearts)
ON THE
EDGE (91)
Your calamari living 91
Your scungilli life
Your pasta vasule
Your clam character
Your fettuchini sex
Your egg foo young legs
And your mayo shark mentality
Splat
Against those same damp
Dining room walls
EDICIONES (94)
OF AN
EDINBURGH (92)
EGORAG (92)
And a director for the moving parts 92
Mostly for the scenery and action
Not the acting
Not anymore
FOR
EIDOS EROTIC ENTERTAINMENT FOR WOMEN (94)
Hey! I want my first seventeen in ribbons 94
FOR FLIGHT FROM
THE EIGHTH MOUNTAIN (94)
OF
EL BARRIO (94)
Factories don’t neglect 94
Children with guns
All federal forms 92
Must now be in Chinese
And Swahili,
German and Japanese
And French and Farci
(Persian) Arabic, Icelandic,
Scandinavian Oh! …. Oooooops!
It’s because they’re such a large minority
That they want forms in Spanish
(not to mention Texas and California)
Majority minorities get their own paper.
EL GATO TUERTO (91)
I need a couple of years 91
To learn my Greek and mythology
Oh! and the Roman, too,
And about six years to learn dead Latin,
And to learn Calculus like new math,
Like Newton did, all the steps and progressions,
How many years for that?
EL TECOLOTE (94)
ELDRITCH (94)
THE ELEVENTH MUSE (93)
SATURATES SATURDAY PICNICS
Time distortion 93
For poetry’s line
The catsup smells homey 91
The way Grandma did
Sleeping alone 92
In her apartment
She weathered
New Hampshire Winters
Without him.
TRYING NOT TO LOSE EVERYTHING
IN AN
ELEVENTH ST. RUSE, BIGFISH (94)
Mony, mony 94
Baloney is bad
Cus you have to chew it
With those squishing sounds
I could mention my lost lovers’ 92
Names if they alone told the story,
If they were in the rhythm of lost
Love poetry
How did I fail to let you know what I was talking about? 93
ELF ECLECTIC (94)
HECTIC VISIONS
If poetry is painting 93
Why not paint?
Jazz Intonations in Intercourse, PA. 94
Your P.A. was a public address
Improvising on a latex fruit
The squishing sounds of evaporating consonance
Lubricated by light tinkles on the tin roof
And a romantic motif, barely remembered
Your lips lost in smudges of strawberry stain
IN AN
ELK RIVER (94)
Which one is which? 94
Which which matters?
ELLIPSE (94)
OF UNSPOKEN LOVE
Whose 93
Hoo zee
Which avoidance
Makes “drift” “she”
Mon oiel! 94
It’s hard not to look at something you like. 93
WHY NOT PAINT
AN
ELLIPSIS (94)
AN EMOTIONAL ECLIPSE? IN THE UMBRA,
EMBERS (94)
OF
Summer 94
Too full
To stay cool
COOL GREEN
EMERALD (93)
SMUGGLING, GLOW HOT FACETS
Animation taints me, tints me, tries my patience 93
OFF
EMERALD COAST (94)
EMRYS (94)
Gargoyles 94
Don’t grab
At your gut
But give
You excuse
For vomit
Words and curses
EVIDENCE ADRENALINE
EM SHOCK (94)
EN PASSANT (93)
Eagle 92
And owl together
How fast are birds’ heartbeats
When they fuck like rabbits
And peck each others’ eyes out?
ENCODINGS (94)
WITH UNIVERSAL ALGORITHM KEYS
Too painful to be a lie 94
I puff and wail at your belly up swollen boredom
Try to find a chuckle on your earlobe
ENCODINGS LIAUD (94)
THE ADVENTURE
Women poets 94
Get published
Best as poets
The best women
Poets are degraded
By a female poetry
Niche
GENETIC
ENCOUNTER (91)
PIPETTE
MIS ENCOUNTER WITH THE
ENITHARMON (94)
MALICIOUS
ENVOI, (94)
Jonathan Livingston Seagull 91
Memories in the poetry
I must be getting old.
What you smell is sweat 92
Sweet sweat
Slaves and workers
Sweat the same
But which one is sweeter?
EOTU (92)
SPARKS
EPIPHANY (94)
(DON’T SNEEZE OUT THAT WORD)
Get only visuals from bird names 93
And flowers named and blood,
Got lazy imaginations but try to
Get an image of this In my shower cap
I envied the elephant
Yeah, right all old men 94
With “spoiled milk” eyes
Are beggars and drunks
EPOCH (94)
GONE AND ALWAYS APPROACHING, EXCEPT ONCE, THE
EQUILIBRIUM EAGLE (93)
I’ve never seen an eagle 93
Try to fly only upward
EQUINOX (93)
IN THE NADIR
EQUINOX (94)
Painters paint clouds 94
On billboards. Poets
Think then of rain
IN
ESCAPIST (92)
ESSENCE (94)
Rewriting History 91
no, nothing new for nubians
Akhenaton was a son of a
Bugger genetic deficient, inbred
According to the history I read
And Nubians were not well used
My shorting can not touch your stamping 94
My shortning can not touch your vamping
My snorting can not touch your tramping
My chortling can not touch your cramping
EUROPEAN JUDIAISM (94)
Women 94
Wishing men
Were wisps
Memories of mementoes
History will never shrug enough 92
For smoky bones and poetry
EVANGEL (94)
LIKE RELIGION
SOMETIMES IS
“Mushroom’s fawn beret” 92
I like the “mushroom’s fawn beret”
Even when worn in an unfashionable way
AN
EVANGELICAL BEACON (91)
NOT JUST AN
EVENT (94)
BUT LOTS OF NICE
Nice names for poetry: 94
Organic concrete
EVERGREEN CHRONICLES (94)
EXISTERE (91)
Cats are immune to the hairy greens 91
Of okra poetry
BEFORE THE
EXIT (91)
EXIT 13 (94)
Listening to lizards 93
LSD poetry 91
Flashbacks
Cheap thrills
FLASHES BACK TO
Cabbage vacationers 92
And a long stairway
Of mayonnaise, cole slawing
Upward
Once, 94
Was so soon ago
EXIT ZERO (92)
Smoky death 92
Ghost mingles
Incense
In sense
Incensed
In sent
Incentive
EXPECTING (91)
The 91
Invalid
Is not
Invalid
SOME CHARITY
EXPEDITION (94)
To the tennis courts 92
Daring the safari sun
EXPERIMENT (94)
TRADITION, TO TEACH ABOUT MOVEMENT
Pay 92
For your life
Or life
Without pay
No Wonder They’re Wimps 94
The court case
Displays
Bobbit glans
Cancer isn’t 92
Only in chemical plants
Migraines make more militants
Quit complaining, you still are alive
You still can do something
BUT NO MOODS ARE ALTERED IN THE
EXPERIMENTAL BASEMENT (94)
ExPeRiMeNt WiTh WoRdS? 94
wOrD wOrLdS wOw!
EXPLORATIONS (94)
Sometimes worth the money 91
You paid
T.S. 92
T.M.
What’s the difference
Between them?
I’ve never heard such jive, 94
Musical mayhem made plain,
Made talk into singing,
Here in the fucking butcher shop
TYPE
EXPLORER (94)
Used to be a stairway to heaven 92
An escalator down into the mind
Sparky 94
Hallucinating rodeo spirits
Bucking through life
Broken, spurred
Bridled to some light angel
Is also the most precious,
Digest sized, photocopied
WITH NO FACIAL
EXPRESSIONS (94)
BUT STILL GROWING HAIR LIKE AN
EXQUISITE CORPSE (94)
Chaos is not a butterfly 92
OF MIRACULOUS WORK EXPOUNDING UPON THE WONDERS OF POUND CAKE
FABER AND FABER (94)
FAG RAG (91)
THIS PAGE FOREMOST
MUST BE GOOD
MUST GRAB THE ATTENTION
MUST BEGIN AGAIN FRESH
LIKE THE UNDRESSER FROM ODESSA
WHO TAKES HER CLOTHING OFF
FOR THE TEN THOUSANDTH TIME
BUT MUST MAKE IT NEW AND EXCITING
FOR THE LONELY MEN WHO LOVE HER
FAITH (92)
IN HER LEGS
What is the plural of faith? Flocks? 91
Fit the fit, the kinipshen to the fate
Of worms and fog? Could faith be skulduggery
In the delta or the warm glow inflamed?
Or is it something that continues
Throughout the storm
To hold the house together?
TOUCHING
FAMILY EARTH (94)
The freeway is a toll road 94
Trees grow from seeds
People kill each other; all
Family homicides are devastating
But still, the eagle is no swan
NOT YET
FAMOUS (91)
FARMER’S (94)
The Art of the Fart 94
One blow like that
Pushing you through the house
Like a car that won’t go into gear
So many sounds
Your empty lips will vibrate the air
Or release a whistle in cold harmony,
Alone but not monotonous
Farmer’s 93
Family found
Foreclosed
Battle writer’s block 91
With barren fields?
Family farm is now fallow 92
And I hold on to it,
Trembling, a truant slicker,
Yellow, arriving late.
Drenched in debt, we hold on
To be registered as an historical
Landmark
Everything old is new before 93
Everything trash becomes of war
Everything good is worthy of questioning
None of these words are worth digestioning
FARRAR (94)
FAUCET
Bah loons 94
Six pense
Wad eyed
The perky nymphettes
Stir and snatch their Spring
Drools, while I, boss, task it out,
You play, you work, you get laid, you
Collect cucumbers from the garden,
You shear the weeds and Bobbits
DAUGHTER OF NO
FAT TUESDAY (94)
It is enough to be alive…. 94
But then……
IS THE
FEATHER (91)
LIKE THE WOMAN WHO NEEDS TO LEARN TO FIGHT BACK
WITHOUT DISMEMBERMENT,
WITHOUT MAKING CASTRATION LEGAL, WILL BE FOLLOWED AND LED
IF WE ARE EVER TO BE REALLY
STANDING ON OUR OWN FEMININE FEET,
NO LONGER JUST TRAILING BEHIND, A FEATHER
Nice to float but is a picture 91
Worth a picture worth a thousand
Pictures worth a million words
Worth all that paper?
IN THAT EXPENSIVE HAT,
A DISPLAY OF
FEELINGS (94)
VOTERSHIP, LAWS AND LAWYERS, THE LOYAL SISTERHOOD,
OLD MEN AND YOUNG MEN MANIPULATED
Senile? Not well enough traveled? 92
Holding on to your baby, grown,
With all your might? Is that right?
Did you do it right, correctly?
Does it eat at you, that questioning,
Like it does my parents, who see me lost?
Once, 93
I read a history book
And call telling you
About it, poetry
Summer Bake by Dianna Walker 94
I hardly bake on Summer days
No longer than his erection
The hot kitchen flexes its stomach
And sweats down the window panes
The sun is a fluffy hot bun
Air melting like butter around it
And I huff and puff, swallowing 6 of 11.
FEH! ODIOUS (94)
Pushings and pullings of pores, 92
Evacuations of follicles
A pretty line to punctuate the purposelessness 94
Of reading on
FELICITY (91)
BUT NOT THIS CITY
Birch peels into canoe 91
Familiar floating glides
Into the horizon blue sky
PORTAGE SEWER INSIDE
FELLOWSHIP OF PRAYER (94)
Vatican III 92
Through bad poetry?
OR MAYBE SIMPLY
PUT
God does not need “prioritizing” 93
FEMINIST STUDIES (94)
Being only figuration 93
Was a figment
Of you margarination
A frig meant to console homogenization
IN THE GUNNEL AS FLOTATION,
SHOCK WARRIORS GET AWAY
WITH POETRY THEY WOULD HATE
IF NOT FOR CAUSE, COOKED OVER
A CAMPFIRE OF TINDER,
BITTER SAUCE WITH TOO MUCH SEASONING
FENNEL (93)
IN MY TOOTH GAP
Needle tracks 91
Porcupine pricks
Nose running
Ring around the square butts? 92
Slice of fiction poetry pies 93
FIDDLEHEAD (94)
SQUEAKING
Always about father’s leaving 92
He left over pavement
Left you two thousand a month
I pray you never have to know
The forces that drove him away
He left because of what 91
You were looking for,
Didn’t like the midnight rain
Cold, dripping down engorged sponges
Ran from the whip
Wanting a fifty/fifty wife
And a fifty/fifty life
We are here 94
Well,
You are there
But I am here
This is my picture painted
With words for you to look at.
Do you see it? Do you feel it,
At least? It, the mood you know?
There is something here…
Well, not here. I’m here.
ON THE
FIELD (94)
OF BATTLE
….Cried many riffs 92
But didn’t play them
LAIN WASTE,
Love is puking out its guts 92
Over self pity’s toilet
BLOODIED BY A PREGNANT
FIGHTING WOMAN (94)
Don’t leave the martial kiah! room 91
If that’s where all your power resides
Prop 94
A
Gand(er) Ganda
In
Columns
(But not stacked)
NO LONGER
FIGMENT (94)
I set the rules 94
You cheated because
The main rule (of mine)
Is that the rules don’t matter
When it’s love or war
The rules don’t matter
Any more than they do in poetry
FIGURES (94)
Bulbous blather about figurines 92
Figures to be bought
Finally saying,
“Stars are stars and amazing enough”
NO!
Stars are the explosions in my head!
LIKE
FINE MADNESS (94)
TO BE
A SOLITARY MEMBER OF A SINGLE SOUL FAMILY
Grandma’s way 92
We cut the end of the ham
Because that was how she did it
Not because we kept Grandma’s pan
Which was too small for the whole ham
The Organic Chemistry of an Idea 94
Stabbed in the gut with an icicle
Melting and mixing with tomato effects
Strangely vacuous, thinking is an event
Thinking that thinking is an event is an event
Funny way to drink ice water
Oh, I healed and heeled
But that’s not the end of all these events
Couch potato events and versifying events
And then one needs imagery to justify
And it is a necessary event
Unlike the event of writing that thinking is events
So, here’s a picture, too
An avalanche of rings removed from divorced fingers
Rolling down and lighting up the lake bottom
With sparkling knives of memory….. events
Dripping cold under my dress, over pantyhose
Shock flashes, stars of pain, icicle memory,
Spanking me, yanking the nipples of an idea.
Bullwhip lust 91
Cat’s cradle musk
Moribund
Malfeasance
And not turpitude,
Yet
NO
FIREBRAND (94)
ON HER RUMP
COULD BE MORE DEGRADING
I’m a lesbian, 94
Publish me!
FIREWEED FEMINIST (94)
Take me to bed 94
I’ll give you a hickey
AUTOMATED TEST TUBE TAKES THE JERK’S
JERK OFF HIS HANDS, BECOMING “RECIPIENT”
Damn straight! 94
You gave nothing but speed bumps
Looked long and narrow
Like a highway over the horizon
But were a parking lot
WARMING THE
FIREWEED (94)
INSTINCT
FIRING THE BEE PISTOL
MAKING WEED OF THE STAMEN
STAY MEN DON’T LEAVE THE LOST
THAT NEVER KNEW
Blah, breaking up is hard to undo 94
FIRST HAND (94)
Cock crazed! 94
I’m a gay guy,
Publish me!
THE
FIRST TIME (94)
IS ONLY THE CHARM
BUT IT TAKES REAL COMMITMENT TO BE BI SEXUAL
LESBIAN TRAITOR, TRAITOR LESBIAN, BANISHED BY BOTH SIDES
WHEN I SAY I’M A GAY MAN IN A FEMALE BODY
WHO CAN’T HELP LOVING THE SAMENESS BETWEEN ME AND WOMEN
ALLOWED PERVERSITY HAS ITS LIMITS IN THE GAY WORLD
WHY CAN’T I JUST BE JUST PLAIN BI ME?
Blah 94
Baa baa baa
Baa baa
Mad Hatter 91
Making non sense
Of the logical
Lewis Carrol
POUNDING VULCANIZED PLASTIC
FISHDRUM (94)
IN
I.U.D.
Nacitur 91
Plagiarizing or legally stealing for your tainted
poetry?
Baby’s a UPS package at the door? 92
Hoplophobia 94
Street sweeper words
Chicken pecked imagery
Alphabetical hallucinations
Multi syllabic semi automatic
2 down one to go
Pressed religion brown dandelions in yellow books
The militia of the new monarchy wait a second
Amend or become outlaw
Register or read
What can still be painted
Tax words tax bullets
Drive by media law
5 AM (94)
FIVE FINGERS (94)
WRAPPED AROUND
A DISCOUNT
ACCOUNT
I regret nothing 92
I’ve forgotten nothing
I’m not a baby anymore
I am nothing but human
Oh, my gosh! Not that!
Got a ruptured disk 94
Trying to rebreathe life
Into my grandpa
FLEETING MONOLITH (93)
FRAGMENTS
We eat to live. Are we sinning? 93
SOPPING UP
SOT WEED FACTORS
The baby vomited 93
Giving life to lots of yogurt
Not the way the cookie crumbles do I go. 92
ON
FLIGHTS (91)
Ancestry impales? 91
Memory pulls us into place?
What mirror cracks
In front of your face?
TO A
FLIPSIDE (94)
LIKE
The soppy side 92
Of a sloppy ride
Oh, gosh, how much, how terribly much, I do miss. 94
The good, old, sentimental verse
MAYBE, IF IT ISN’T WORK TO KEEP LOVE ALIVE,
I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN I RETIRE
Make up for men 94
To undistinguish them
DRIVING THE SAME CAR TO
FLORIDA (94)
And old women wheeze 92
BYPASSING THE
FLUME (94)
Nice “Mother Pills” 91
Popping them turns the sliver of light
At my old bedroom door into voices
Skinny dipping with an Angel 94
CAVERNOUS OPENINGS THAT DON’T FIT
Sometimes I wish 94
The poet had the cash
To buy a camera
TIGHT
FOLIO (94)
FEELINGS
BUT, HIGH AND DRY,
What’s a gargoyle’s breath? 92
What’s a henway?
EMPTY,
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, (92)
YOUR
Nose 92
Carrot
Quest buster
“Ain’t afraid of no” quest
Dreams and schemes
And losses
NOT QUITE
FOOLSCAP (94)
NOTIONS
CLOWNS Welcome!!! 92
Dream
Horror, here!
Nightmare gifts
English wit 91
Can talk to
Itself
Tram 94
(“In whose”, so as to avoid in whiches)
Called The Future with dreamers riding
Driver’s unseen and all
And nothing but lists of dreams
Of topographic differences
Of images made readily
Of specifics like fish and chips
In wax paper
After a sold out stadium night
The elbow pressing
Against the blue lady
In Red’s frock where her breasts
Tighten the fabric
The holes in the soles
Of the sleeping workman
Whose “whose” is really his
FINGERLESS SUBSTITUTION
OF FANCY
FOOTWORK (94)
Necro dice? 92
Doctor’s delight?
Entropy poetry?
Intimately,
Doctors watch people
Get old,
Ultimately, die.
FOR POETS (94)
TONGUEING INTONATIONS
THAT NEED TO BE WRITTEN DOWN
Poets unite 92
Your tongues
on THIS!
FUCKFACE TRICKY TONGUE
CUNT HAIR ENTWINED WITH HIS HAIR
(OR HER HAIR WHOSE HAIR? WHOSE HAIR IN WHICHES?
IN WITCHES? HEY, FUCKFACE, ON TOTEM POLES,
HEY, PROTEIN ENRICHES LUBRICATING HIS TONGUE
SPRAY LIQUID PROTEIN LIKE SPRAY STARCH
THAT’S WHAT THEY KEPT TELLING ME [BEFORE AIDS])
FUCKFACE TRICKY TONGUE
CUNT HAIR ENTWINED WITH HIS HAIR
DENTAL FLOSS THE NATURAL WAY
FORBIDDEN LINES (93)
Horror 93
Blood
Gore intestines
Digesting food
As Vice President
BECAUSE MOST CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE NOT SAFE
WE KEEP OUR TWO IN PRISON
Her breath was heavy like death 93
Smelled, as well.
SHOO AND SHOUT OTHERS INTO CAGES,
AWAY FROM US, IN OUR SUBURBS
IN A FOREST OF
FOREST BOOKS (94)
ESCHEWING (NOT OBFUSCATION NOR CHEWING/MASTICATION) ALL
Amateur’s effigies 93
The idiot mastery
The idiot majesty
The wandering wondering
And I went to Wash. U.
Because of you?
FOUR DIRECTIONS (94)
FOUR QUARTERS (94)
Well, there goes the farm. (94)
Well, there goes the nation.
Well, there it goes.
FOUR ZOAS (91)
BECAUSE ON THE SINGULAR PATH OF PROGRESS
BABY’S A NEW
GENETIC PROTOTYPE
Baby 91
New
But not unknown
To
Its mother and pop
IT WILL HEAR AND IMITATE YOUR
FOX CRY (94)
Your big fucking words 94
That enfold mistaken meaning
The detritus of premature ejaculation
YOUR
FRANK (94)
FREDRICKSON (94)
Ergo: No Dialogue 94
What about my teeth?
Will they soon be lost?
Poor poet gums gracious garble,
Kiss ass words, hoping for reprieve
While poor poet warriors with braids
And only bad teeth, worsening, cry against
Neglect, trying to keep that snowflake
With a warm heart (“cold hands…”, etc.)
AUTOMATON AUTOMATED
“Can’t come up with any new subjects 92
‘Cus I’ve written so fuckin’ B.Z. many poems”
FREE FOCUS (94)
Free salt for your wounds 94
Free focus for us females
Forget it for guys
YOUR
OSTENTATIOUS
BIKINI CUISINE
Antifreeze 94
Is cheaper when
Deep red distillation
Makes a graino
A book of excuses could be great 92
FOR A
FREE LUNCH (94)
WISHING
Wish we never smoked or smoldered 92
Or ran toward rebellion and the test
Of the scientific method
As personal hypotheses
Door hinge blowing in the wind 93
Where a door was
Before the bad poet, in a vandal mood
Forgot to put it into the picture
Of that impossible wind
Rhyming Hyphens 94
I celebrate a free lunch,
Okra grown in sun toil
And gumbo soil, veggies
With well water
A
FREE VENICE BEACHHEAD (93)
A
FRENCH BROAD (94)
A
FRIEND’S JOURNAL (94)
Where silence is the object 92
Secret spirits reign
FRITZ (94)
IN FANTASTIC POSES
The Well Tailored Pseudo of Cashmere Blame 94
Kvatch!
Blame your lover if he knew
Blame analogies for things kept secret
Blame authority
Blame lies
Blame me, for all the good it does.
There’s as much blame as there is

Virus
Life without life
Death

From pseudo life
Pseudo love
Pseudo blame
Pseudo suits of armor
With cashmere cloaks and ribbed edges
FROG GONE (94)
HORMONALLY
HAD BEEN
Dragon (the line) 91
A real reptile
Or an ethereal tuna?
“Sweater Weather” 92
Swatted my fly
FROGMORE (94)
The wounded membrane of the sky 91
Cockroaches digging in
Biosphere studies
World turns
Something burns
MORE FROGMORE
What’s two thirds of a pun? 94
FROGPOND (94)
TADPOLES OF TRUTH
More haiku 91
Bursting the boredom
Of reading
Slip knot unthreads 92
But does not slip
From the wave swept wharf
EVERY LINE MAKES A CIRCLE
OUTSIDE OF GEOMETRY,
SO THE STRAIGHT
AND NARROW,
THE RIGHT PATH
IS A PRETTY LIE,
A SELF FULFILLING GHOUL,
TRUTH CONCURRED
Home soon 91
You harness your hatred
In bald critiques
The wash woman 92
Folding, unfolding
Laundered bills
Tape crinkles, strewn 93
Hand to hi fi
Rips favorite tune
THIS JOURNEY GOES ON
Moment sharp 93
Keenly perceived with
Nothing realized
1 94
Then her
Mallard
Dyke
Uses that bread as stuffing
To stuff them
And dresses their legs
In paper lace doilies
2 94
Flat Earth society
Sees one sailboat
In a regatta
Drop off the edge,
Ignores
The fleet
That is swallowed
By clouds
FROM HERE (92)
Head in hands 92
Whose head?
Whose hands?
Doesn’t matter
Does it?
SEARCHING OUT
FRONTIERS (94)
THE
FUGUE (94)
COMPOSERS HUM
Heavy legs 94
The cold warble
The isinglass tide
Of dulled parents
Caught willing
Not quite conceptual
Prisoners slicing me
In shadows
Of arms and window parents
And all longing and
And in my and
The at waves of and
ARE
FURRY CHICKLETS (93)
People are the candy 92
Sold in city buildings
In those words 93
I hear that droning voice
That “This is poetry” voice
That “this has religious sanctity”
Voice
Hypnotizing
Without
Hip
Mo
tizing
(and no floated titty to exercise the tongue and lips
and mouth, to boot!)
IN
FUTURIFIC (94)
G.W. (94)
CARIES
GAIA (94)
Harmless? 94
Unnatural humans
Again a center of another circle?
(Dissenter of co anything)
Worshipping rodents?
Stumble stream, bramble flesh
Swim burrow, stream meadow
Harmless forgiveness?
GAIN (94)
GAIRM (94)
GLOM
GALACTIC (91)

GALAXY (91)
OF STELLAR MOLECULES
GALAXY (93)
A primrose sepulcher 92
Shot 93
Swarming Scold
LIKE
GALILEO (91)
GALLEY SAIL (92)
CONCOURSE EXPERIMENTS
A MONSTROUS MUFFIN
WITH TOO MUCH YEAST
ENTRANCED
Walk the stream bed 92
On bouncing Spring legs
The flood exposed roots
THE GAMUT (93)
Born North, living South 93
My shit is of the North
(Don’t like hot peppers)
Metaphor mal fixation
Polygamists of that type
Don’t waste the fertile top soil
Have a plethora of unbarren
Land for the planting of seeds
GAND HABBA, NALANDA (91)
GARGOYLE (91)
GROWING OUT OF YOUR FOREHEAD
GARM LU (91)
Gas 91
Wheezes
Armpit poops
And raspberries
GAVEA BROWN (94)
Old connections 92
Named monuments
Pictures of fountain
Crowds in pissy water
GAY MEN, GAY VERSE (93)
HAPPY VERSE?
RE VERSE?
TRIPPING
What pain you like 92
What pleasure is to you
Stinging truth about sensation
GAZELLE (94)
GENERATION (92)
GENERATOR (94)
?Lacitnedi…? 94
GEORGETOWN (94)
GEORGIA (94)
Death’s a next door 94
Gingko
GEORGIA (94)
Physics has nothing to do 94
With me jumping out of my skin
Nor why
Physics is concerned with physics
GEORGIA (94)
Nutrilla and Hydrilla (re:Lake Conroe) 91
I’m local and crude. Who am I? 93
Black passion 94
Jungle fever?
Pet a dark animal
To find out where it eats?
GEPPO (94)
GETTYSBURG (94)
What is bad? 94
What is badly?
What is badly written
If this is not?
This is the panting oxen
Of blue cheer
Tullied and sullied
And caught by the balls
CONNECTED
GHOSTTOWN (94)
TO GHOST.
Roses against a log cabin wall 94
Roses anywhere
Roses and fragrance
In Montana, too.
GIANTS PLAY (94)
OR
Someone plays 94
Tennis in the folds
Of my brain, cleats
Sticking sometimes
Drawing blood, ball
Bouncing across
The corpus colossum
STAY NEAR
GINGER HILL (94)
SUGAR HILL
CANDY MOUNTAIN
“HONEY, I’M HOME
LOLLYPOP LADEN”

Gigilo gentleman 92
Gets his hands
On a monkey’s mind
Pops it open and probes
With flea searching fingers
For hemorrhoids and any changes
He can find with which to toy.
Neither monkey nor minister
Should ever forget that some
Folks think of monkey brain
As a consummate delicacy.
They wait drooling with their
Machetes.
I lost my grammar text 93
GIORNO, DIAL A POEM (94)
GLB (94)
GLOBAL TAPESTRY (94)
PHONE LINES
EVERYWHERE
PHONERS
PHONEES
I say we’re more like waves 93
That pull away the beach
And keep coming back for more
I say we’re more like wind
Which winds its way
Anywhere it wishes
I say we’re more flexible
And, even though the dreams
I had didn’t turn out the way
I’d imagined, my father was right,
“You can be whatever you want to be
It’s all a matter of what you’re willing
To give up”
Curved walls 94
In wasted space
GODINE (94)
Letting oranges sit crinkling 92
For history’s dry pot pourri
I’ve got to say something about asking for what you want 94
in a way that people can understand
GOING DOWN SWINGING (94)
Isn’t that what swingers do? 92
Fuck any considerations of anything poetic, 94
Throw in Tina and What’s Love Got to Do With It?
GOING GAGA (92)
Over ambiguity? 92
I’ll never get over ambiguity
Or underpants
OVER
GOLDEN ISIS (94)
ICE CREAM
Ascribing greatness 92
Like gifts to the moon
With a crack in the middle
Starving circle 94
Shares me
With its disconnected innards
or
Starving
Circle
Shares me
With its
Disconnected
Innards
GOLDEN (94)
GOLF (91)
MANIAC
GETS A
GOOD (94)
GOOSE (94)
Must photos of sunsets and relatives 91
And pictures painted with colored
Words and the names of certain
Fauna or flora enter every poem?
Have we so tightly defined what is
And is not the beauty of existence?
Is it Tiger Lily time
Or the grey goose down?
Piss poetry 92
Effluence
Yellow journal ism
Life is a thousand minuscule mind altering 94
Amazements every fucking day!
IN A
GOPHERWOOD (93)
Would a gopher, 92
If a gopher could
Hide its home
In a gopherwood?
One of my dumps is my dinner 93
One of my dumps is for reading maps
One of my dumps is for trash the city won’t take
One of my dumps is for pleasure
Another is to avoid standing, remembering
what I look like in the mirror.
GOSPEL, PENTECOSTAL, HI CALL (94)
GOTTA WRITE (94)
Wotta day 94
Ain’t it
I is
1992<>1993<>1994 94/93/92 and 91
1991
churchyard
cathedral
forest
woodland
fairy
unicorn
swallows
warblers
quiet
silence
hidden
presence
GRAFFITI OFF THE ASYLUM WALLS (94)
Oh, get off your dead ass, formaldehyde breath! 94
GRAHAM (94)
Speckles in frigid nose hairs 92
Winter dusk and warm porch lights
Glowing on the same old crozier
St. Martin left behind
GRAIN (94)
ALCOHOL
Children…. 94
Hollows…..
Wandering….
Shadows…..
Black…..
Mud…..
Snake…..
Necklace…..
And a puppy’s tongue 91
Doesn’t taste like dog or shit?
And a cat’s tongue
Doesn’t taste like canned cat food
Grainy to the same touch you revel in?
GRAND STREET (94)
GRAND UNION (92)
Ambidextrous Epiphany? 92
Is that like lighting
A cigarette with either hand?
GRASSLANDS (94)
Always the myth of genetic studdom! 92
CAN’T get away from stereotypes!
(Cerwin Vega, Pioneer, Crown, Nacamitchi, Sansui)
Is the shuffle a dance 91
Or thorazine induced?
If I thought I would
Get old, you know,
I’d …….
I don’t know what I’d do.
The prince thinks the maggot’s gift is courage 93
And now, years before, to precall dry dirt,
the skinny, solid, darkness that stuck,
that separated around she and me(I?)
Evenings (She and I evenings?) old times, over ripe,
sinking to the whore, neither being the last Eve,
found or lost not to forget, to spit bitter bile, sperm
Out of the hard void
GRAVEN IMAGES (94)
Making graven images of themselves? 94
BACK TO GOLF
GRAYWOLF (94)
FAIRWAY
GREAT ELM UPRIVER (92)
Upriver 92
Float on sandpaper,
Naked
1991 91 and 92
1992
drifting
floated
streams/rivers
stream
reverie
euphorically
home
bent me back
GREAT LAKES (94)
OIL AND DRECK
The communion of soldiers 91
The sameness across sides
The respect
The blood and flesh flashes
Contrived configurations
Of hatred during war
Transposed/TRANSLATED into little wars in Latin 92
Slap the shit out of that boy. 93
Tie him up if you have to.
Take away that damnable glue
He sniffs then talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk the other
Glue, talk love until he listens
Or loses his faith in release
The soft edge of acid 94
The warm glow of delusion
BEFORE CLUB NINE DRIVING THE
GREAT PLAINS (93)
To be a poet 92
Don’t be impressed
By lifeless lines
Cacophony 93
Is God’s way
Of waking up the worried
OVER A
GREAT RIVER (94)
TO THE SEA
THE
GREEN FUSE (94)
My best friend keeps saying 93
She doesn’t want to live
But means she wants to be spoiled
Funny how the smog makes 91
Such beautiful sunsets
What the fuck does a Yucca look like? 92
The air is full of bird shit 94
GREEN MOUNTAINS (94)
GREEN WORLD (94)
ACTIVISTS WANT
Bio faith 94
Is like
Christian Science dissonance
The reindeer can live without 91
Your faith in them
But not if you kill them
If you kill them all Simple isn’t it?
A
GREEN ZERO (92)
Wasn’t the pause 92
Williams’ poetic cause?
How can you call it
“William Carlos Williams”
When you
Don’t
Put pauses
Where they
Don’t
Normally belong?
This is the sound of my trigger.
GREENFIELD (93)
GREENHOUSE (94)
GREEN’S (94)
GOTTA GO INSIDE TO PLAY
Ah? Sin alizarin 94
“Up your ass” 92
Was the next line
CLOVER MARKET
More like a roar against silence 91
And a whisper replied, “I don’t love you”
GREENSBORO (94)
RAISES TAXES ON CONCEPTS
Make me look up a lot of words 91
Help me find new wonder at language
Not my cats mating 92
They rape and are raped
No poetry here for me
I, too, miss the dead, sometimes 93
He tries to widen her certainties 94
……. We comply
Our deaths are less than cums
Or cures for sale this salty sulking
The soul (misunderstanding all of that)
Frantic pleasures to wither
Without the withering
For nothing that lives
GREYHAVEN (93)
TAXES, TEXAS TAXES, WASTE TAXES
My piss is a poem 93
GRIT (91)
YOUR TEETH TAX
PAY FOR PHONE TAPS
Phone translations 91
Grainy photos
Lonely homesick traveler
Lost, with some numbers and half tones
BUT NO DIAL TONE SING SONG
AND NO
GROUNDSWELL (91)
OUT OF THE FAMILY
GROVE (94)
GRUE (94)
Babylon! 91
A poem so tame
For that old name?
Making a hero 94
Of heroin
For his hunkered down
Heroine
GIVING NO
GUERNICA (94)
GUIDELINES (91)
Sometimes underwater, 91
Plato’s cave echoes
With loose theorems
And skipped steps
Escaping from the cave
Even night is light
Opening into air
As you adjust your vision
Getting out of there
TO THE
GUILD FULL CIRCLE (94)
Wind winds 94
Its way away
W withers but stays
I incenses but stands firm and straight
N is naughty and nice
D ducks poetry
GULF COAST (94)
GULF STREAM (94)
WEATHER TONES
Minutes shuffling 92
Or days falling from calendars
Are a movie’s way of saying
That that fallen time
Didn’t matter: didn’t matter?
Didn’t matter. How now
Brown cow?
HIT A HURRICANE
GUT PUNCH (94)
AT
GUYASUTA (94)
(Written in 1990) 93
Fuck you, Diana!
The homeless women I have met
Would discuss philosophy
Would improvise poetry
That floated upon cold air
Like the warm mist of life
Cake and crass burblings
Of ignorance were never
A shelter to hide themselves in
They lived the true warrior life
In the renaissance or re nay saying
And human carelessness
Just use a Tampax 94
And drop your toil
TAKING THE TOWN LIKE A
GYPSY VERGIN’ (94)

Do you really seek pain? 92
Real pain?
Really????
Tease this! 94
HATE
HAIGHT (94)
You embrace your nightmares 92
Write and talk about them
To hide deeper fears
About worlds you didn’t save
HAIKU ALIVE (92)
One line alone? 92
HAIKU CANADA (92)
HAIKU HEADLINES (94)
Haiku has more tao than 92
Other, even similar, form
Separate from the words inside?
Random words 94
Random, random
99 luftballoons
And Red Rover falling
Into the quagmire of a question
Does the pause (do the paws?)
Of dot, dot, dot, (…) count as a syllable?
HAIKU GEPPO (93)
HAIKU (92)
Are you certain 91
Frogs lose their
Way in the rain?
Into the music 92
After the concert
The whistler
HALF TONES (94)
Brown ants on sidewalk chocolate 92
Melted fudge stick and
Arachnid babies squiggling out of a squished
Spider in daylight dazzle
Mail art 94
To strangers!!!!!!!!!
COULDN’T HELP
THEY NEED, THEY NEEDED
HAMMERS (93)
At the speed of light your father is infinite mass 92
According to Einstein’s rules.
Inertia is not subjective and not dependent upon
Stalling motion, even yours.
Gravity sucks and puffs out its own grief.
Father’s rules were better to listen to.
My poem welds me to the slag 93
HAMPDEN (93)
Hex is for the powerless 93
No!, less ….
No, not even that
HANDMADE (91)
HANDSHAKE (92)
TOGETHERNESS
HANGING LOOSE (94)
ROOFTOPS TREMBLED
In the middle of a word 92
In the muddle of a word
In the meddle of absurd
modal
constructs
THE
HANGMAN (94)
CAME TO DO HIS BEST
Money is only an idea 92
All these words 94
All these unnecessary words
About wishing for great poetry
(And all I really want to say is that I love you
and have you believe it)
HANSON’S (94)
CARPENTER
HAND
Pearl handled revolver turns 93
I now write 91
A perfect line
A perfect line
Gloss (t) 94
Nost
Lost
MADE A
HAPPY LAMB (92)
IN A
HARBOUR (92)
HARCOURT (94)
AFTER A
HARD ROW (94)
Weren’t no ain’t 92
If’n ain’t you is
So, you exercise and write. I’m glad you have the time.93
The old guys knew you had 92
To work until the work was done
And only some looked
Beyond the horizon
No one told them 94
That July Seventh
Would not be a Tuesday
No!
No one told them
That the fairy
Had a tail
No!
No one told them
That no one told them
TOOK ALL
HARDWARE TECHNOPHILIA (92)
TURNED TO TECHNOPHOBIA
What’s the connection 92
Or difference between
“Soul” and “mind”?
FROM THE
HARPER (92)
HARPING IN A ROW
A BIG ROW, FISTS FLYING
They let go of their mother 92
Before she was dead
Lost her when the doctor
Said, “Two years left”
FOR TECHNOCRACY,
GAVE
HARP STRINGS (94)
TO SOME
News reporting creeps into minstrel’s song 93
Remember this, you fuck! 92
You didn’t marry me to suck.
Half of your cock is mine!
That part, I take care of just fine.
Dowser 94
Drowsy
Water witch words
(Which way did she go?)
(The hollow way?)
HARTLAND (94)
ARTICHOKE
Artichoke 92
I never saw a rainstorm of children
Or an art
Choke
At the throttle of fad
HARVARD (94)
HATBOX (92)
WAITED FOR
Doppler’s effect 92
Is often affectation
Blue trailing red
You still could be dead
HAUNTED SUN (92)
So, wash the walls with moonlight 92
HAUNTS (94)
WHILE ON VACATION IN
HAWAII PACIFIC (94)
WEATHER
Sewing poetry like mis matched socks 93
I leave buttons off
I wear away the bottoms of long pants
Until they fit
“Fuck You!” (Jim Morrison) 94
The notes float
The note floats
The word pictures
Picture words
HAWAII (94)
WAS THEN HIT
Etc. 91
Of words for the sound
Of a floating whip, etc.
Before the stinging
Making cancer, like an oyster making pearls 94
Trying to be playboy pictures 92
Without paying models
LOST
HAYDEN’S FERRY (94)
I see her bend to smell 92
Crinkled nose
A clipped Rain Lily
IN THE
HEADWATERS (92)
OF THE
HEART (92)
IS THE
HEART ATTACK (94)
Poetry pictures 94
Because they censor t.v.
IN THE
‘Snuff 94
Snuff poetry
HEARTLAND (91)
Queen bee 91
Lies about the honey
PAID FOR IN
HEAVEN BONE (94)
SIMPLICITY,
A BONER
NOT CELESTIAL
An eyezigmadmos 94
Has fingers not like chimpanzee’s fingers
Has a philosophy not unlike Catholicism
And is not far away
Even if you can’t know any of that
Spiraling anchor cord 91
No anchor shape nor weight
At one end, no attachment
To the other, floating yellow
Nylon in a grey green sea
Weighing wood lifted 92
By the total of inefficient
Actions sounds like what
Congress does if you
Lift a log twice, it equals
Two logs and the woodpile
That was burned last year
Is still counted, too!
HELICON (94)
Were sipping dandelion wine, 92
Talked, got drunk, I watched the time,
Fucked her and left, remembering.
Silence would have filled the space 94
The music came from
HELIKON (94)
HELLAS (94)
Wounded by Winter 94
HELTER SKELTER HETERODOX IMPASSIONED SCREAM ALLIANCE SCREAMSHEETS
HELTER SKELTER (92)
BILL ME LATER
Helter Skelter 92
‘Cus
Kindness and charity
Have been redefined
By the I.R.S. and violence.
We struggle with softness
We wish to feel again,
Fight against guilt,
Handguns at our sides
Your dreams stuck to you 91
No matter how tattered
Tails on a box kite
HEMISPHERES (92)
COLLAPSED
You’re not half done yet, hamburger, 91
Don’t make me eat you raw
The last thing a restaurant ever was 92
Was a food factory
The last thing marriage was
Was silence.
HEN’S TEETH (94)
PECKING THE CRUMBS
Dirt holds your life together 92
Like the muddy fenders on my
Old Pontiac
WHEN THE WHOLE HOUSE FELL ON
HERBOOKS (92)
Secret sex is a thrill 91
If you like dishonesty
Picture poetry paints
Pretty lies of sunset sex
Sometimes, soothes
Cat and dog love analogies 92
Are wrong
Because cats are not bitches
FILLED WITH
HERESIES (94)
Licking words like loins 92
Pushing nose closed
Developing a brussels sprouts taste
For the bitter side of the finger
In a trash can not
The Culinart
HERSPECTIVES (94)
LET THE HOUSE ROT AWAY
Shock warriors shaking 94
With pyromania
and Phlegm
HEYECK (92)
Holistic health 92
Holding on
With no insurance
HIBISCUS (91)
SMELLS CRATERED
The ice is chaste 91
Floated upon
By cutting skates
IN
HIGH PLAINS (94)
THE AIR’S THIN AND CRACKING.
WE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO
HIGH PLAINS (94)
An exchange of allusions 94
In tattered photographs
Of old friends
YESTERDAY
HIGH COO (94)
SOPRANO
PIGEON
Pigeon 93
Poetry
Pecking
The pavement
(do they coo or only poo?)
My reason 92
Is rejected
By a deceived daughter
Sucking milk from someone
Else’s mother
Syllables 94
4 more of them
4 more of them
Would call it by another
Name if it were 5 of them
HIGHLIGHTS (94)
SHADOW
NEGATIVE SPACE
THE
HILLTOP (94)
IS A GONE
Voyager, not into space 92
But a merry go round ride
Leading nowhere
The Pioneer hope of spreading wide 94
HIPPO (92)
Rhino 91
Gross misconceptions
Of tusk poaching
Poets
Cloning a penny 92
To be rich
And have cents
HIPPOPOTAMUS OUTPOSTS (94)
LOOK LIKE ARMY TENTS
The city at night 92
Hides the hazy pace
Of a prisoner released
HIRAM (94)
Fat People 92
Floating like ballerinas,
On tiptoes, toward friendship
Aware 94
The senses are five
At least
HIS GARDEN (94)
In France, 94
You demand
An answer, in English,
Say “There are no Frenchmen”
When they just look at you.

From a French brothel
You stomp away
When she refuses
Your demand to
“Show your tits in English”
HOB NOB (94)
War analogies 92
Wasted in times of war
About daffodils growing
Where napalm burned
Fence post 94
Settles in
To the fertile
Black suction
Of gumbo soil
SLUMMING TO SEE A REAL
HOBO JUNGLE (92)
For widows 92
I will kiss
The walls of their
Disappointment
With yellow paint and
A pleasant yellow smile
HOBO STEW (94)
HOLD THAT PICKLE EXTRA CHEESE (94)
NO
HOLIDAY (94)
FOR YEARS
HOLLINS (94)
HIRE HIM!
Me, too, Ecktar 92
Algerian men tell me 91
All western women
Are whores paying with fantasy
For painted, private
Thoughts;
You think that’s romantic
And want to marry one?
Net 93
Working
Is for fisheries
Who’s a Hecht? 94
Oh, what the Hecht?
That’s okay,
Any memoriam of yours
Is a memoriam of mine
HOLMGANGERS (94)
GANGBANGERS GOING WILD,
WITHOUT SUFFIXES
Icy hole cut 91
For frozen fish
HOLT (94)
HOME PLANET (94)
RETURNING
Clothespin freedom 94
The wind pulls and pushes
The trapped clothing of bodies
That are sailing over the ocean
On Sunfish I can barely see,
Bobbing against the horizon
HONEST (94)
HONEYBROOK (93)
HOPEWELL (94)
PROMISES THAT THE CHILDREN WILL SOON PLAY
HOPSCOTCH (94)
I miss my grandparents 94
HOOSIER (91)
HAYSEED ON THE WAY
Dreams 91
Dust to dust
Days
HORSES WEST (93)
AND ALL THE BEST BLANKETS
HOUGHTON (91)
HOUSE OF MOONLIGHT (94)
IS ALL HE HAS BUT
HOUSEWIFE (94)
SAYS THE HOUSE CAN BE REBUILT
In pregnant respite 92
She flows familial
Spitting out words
About selfishness
About the bitter taste
Our baby finds
Antacid frustration
And no Mozart
Now, “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout” 94
HOW(EVER) (91)
THE
HOWLING DOG (94)
MUST GO
Paying for Rebocks 91
Rather than a good school
Book
I ran into Jack Klugman 92
In the Grand Union in Norwalk
He wasn’t messy at all
Bought the same food as I
Your husband made such a fuss about your diary 94
And you, of course, sent it to me
HOWLING MANTRA (92)
Bunk! 92
If a cycle
Is to cycle
Wheels must turn
HRAFNOH (94)
RUFF, RUFF
Seeing God in everything 92
Gives the Devil cause
HUBBUB (94)
ENSUES
HUDSON (94)
SUES
HUDSON VALLEY ECHOES (94)
GRIEF
River 93
Runs
Refuse
I grow green, deprived of midnight 94
Milky skin with rainbow wings.
The trucks scream cranberry, bounce
Pebbles backwards. Neon blurs my sodium
Yellow lenses. The wind pushes us
Like a drunkard. Leaves, paper, plastic slaps
Against our faces. A twenty dollar bill
Gets stuck to your shoes.
Money was never the problem.
HUMAN (94)
HUMMINGBIRD (91)
Living like there is no outer space 91
Hovering around a land fill flowerpot
Hummingbird gone
HUMOR (92)
INFECTS US WITH GOOD GERMS
Houston has a law which says 92
You can’t ask how much heroine costs
HUNTED (94)
These lines did not need to be written 94
Actors and birds slamming against an invisible wall
THE
HURRICANE (94)
TOOK ITS TOLL
The bough of boyhood 91
Bent under the high top
The guilty discipline
Of the puppy that went wild
For its entire life thereafter
Murder 92
Planned
Karma
Cracked
HUTTON (93)
Punk 93
BUILDING A ROAD FOR A
HYACINTH BROWN BAG PSYCHOTRAIN (94)
Poet 94
Visualizes
Visions
Visualizing
Poet
ICE COLD (94)
Happy, nappy 94
Unarrested
Dresses
That incite
Desperate freedom
Stabs from
Baggy panted
Conformists
ICON (94)
VERSUS
What’s in a name? 93
Bartleby bounces
Pinkerton colors the guard shack
Margaret could smoke a cigarette
And make more of a difference
Plankton faced gods? 94
ICONOCLAST (94)
IHCUT (94)
Up 92
The light
Public
Streets
Of my history
nah
Up the light
Public streets
Of my hosiery
Odorless 93
Blind
Deaf
Feelingless
Tasteless
People
Nooo!! 94
Mmmmhh!
Hhaaaaaa!
Hhooooo!
ILLINOIS (94)
ILLINOIS (94)
Same old Sunday morning 94
Latex in satin sheets
Cages of squealing cockatiels
Teal high cut gown, cut and ripped
Until it was low cut and then lost
And tomorrow will be another same old
Monday, going shopping for formal wear
ILLUMINATIONS (94)
Age Pop 94
For an
Aging pop
Culture
Tripping under well traveled 91
Bridge, the car lights confuse
The eye, the shadowy sleeping bags
Grunt under my feet
Metal click of a gun
Warm breath mist “What do you want?”
“I was getting in touch with nature
And fell over you.” “Not under this
Bridge, you’re not. We’re full.”
PHOTOGRAPHIC
IMAGES (91)
TO DULL
Innocence was ignorance???????????? 91
IMAGINATION (92)
The old home place 92
Is a real disgrace
Moonbeams or no
IMAGO (94)
Pus 94
Under a pretty
Protuberance
UNDER AN
IMPLOSION IMPETUS (94)
Glorify weakness to feel fresh? 94
I wasn’t brash enough 92
To hand cuff your slender arms,
Blindfold you, whisper waste words,
Even when you begged to be
Like a fluffed goose down pillow
To give comfort to my head
IMPROVIZAZZATION NATION (94)
INDEPENDENT (91)
Pins don’t capture it 91
Chaos is not a butterfly
TRUCKERS LEFT FOR
INDIA CURRENTS (94)
INDIANA (94)
INDIGO (94)
Poetry 94
I got lost in the translation
CONVOY NO LONGER AN
INFINITY (94)
OF ANYWHERE
My sister has a family album 93
Great grit 94
Echoes of swollen
Footsteps
INKSHED (94)
Grandma was a Santa Claus to the mind 92
Sang lullabies to babies
As gifts
Hssssssssssss 94
Hear it?
BLOODSTONE (91)
BLOODSHED (91)
INKSTONE (94)
Cicada 92
Crazy legs
Chirping
Into my tortured brain
Frustration
Even the shotgun
Won’t silence
Cicada
Incipience
BLUE RED YELLOW
BLUE RED GREEN
INKY BLUE (94)
SEE THROUGH
Stain my brain 93
Marijuana
Blue my
Cords
Stiffen my long
Penis like fingers
Into immobility
And then add alcohol
To poison me
Daisy , hazy, dazy, lazy days 94
Of slumber
And a fountain of humid
Tumid room temperature
Terror
INLET (92)
LET IN
INNISFREE (94)
What was it about the flowers being clothed? 94
Yeah, 92
I can’t tell
You what these
Lines are really about
Talking
Like an insurance adjuster
Asking questions
After an incident
INSECTS PUFF N STUFF (94)
The equator 93
Ate her
Canned ants 94
Dipped in chocolate
Canned aunts
Served with sour cream
Fanned “Can’t”s
Brighten flames of alien
Edibles
Tighten my gullet
Around a chirping
Swallow
Systems succumb
To the hauntings
Of hunger
GAINING
INSIGHT (93)
AT THE SIGHT OF
Gianconna 92
Smiling
Mona Lisa’s smile
INSOMNIA (94)
Someone said it’s genius to think up one new idea 94
Someone else said the same about asking the right questions
I say it’s genius to be unaffected when you wish to be
Or is that the one that’s normalcy?
MAKING
You go round 94
In triangles,
Bear cub,
Slapped back and forth
Between food for thought
And thievery
INTEGRITY (91)
GRITTY
Pansies in Winter 91
Beauty’s still extant
INTERIM (94)
Stroke the oar of metaphor 94
INTERNATIONAL BLACK (94)
Life’s not your boulder 92
If you’ve no shoe with which to stub
Your toe against a rock that doesn’t hurt
INTERNATIONAL OLYMPIC (93)
INTERNATIONAL POETRY (94)
Sink o’ duh my oh! 94
Sank o da mayo
Please do not tax me
In a foreign tongue
Translation needs a poet
Not a cunning linguist
Not a slap face family man
To run me
Down
By percentages
To divide
To conquer
INTERNATIONAL (94)
INTERNATIONAL (94)
The thigh of the dancer tender 92
Smooth to my touch, a smile for a while
But no table dances
Not girl for girl
Just youth remembered
In tactile desperation
Her body is ripe 93
But I don’t pick her
INTERSTATE (94)
Beauty 92
Motivates
What?
What else?
What else
Motivates?
Beauty
Does what else?
Baking before her loss toothed smile, 91
Best molasses cookies and fudge
Until we all got fat
And Grandma was retired
To her rocking chair
And later her bed
And now the recipes
Are lost.
We would create “beauty” 93
In a box
A dark box
A cold dark box
A closed dark box
If it were all we had,
We would create beauty in a box
INTERTEXT (94)
All the goods are mean 94
Anyone who likes Rilke 92
Can’t be all wrong
Preoccupied with lightning thighs
And swollen kisses
Preparing for a little death
That is not a sneeze
INTRO (94)
To immigrant 91
Elitism
I say, “Unpile
Your cartons
They’re wet on the bottom”
INVERTED (94)
Age 92
Inverted
Is agelessness
Betrayed by clear vision 91
But not enough information
You beat hollow trees
With rhythmic messages
Heplophobes 94
Try to outlaw
My feminine mystique
INVERTED OSTRICH (93)
ALLOWANCES
Grandma turned toward her favorite tune 93
IO (92)
HAS AN
IOTA (94)
THAT BITES
Haiku is 92
Making me
Silly
Eat 93
This
Ant
Dipped
In chocolate
Vienna eunuch 94
Altered
Intercession
From some crunchy balls
Clanging in perfect pitch
Chewed, after frying
In perfect rhythm
With Gregorian chants
And Gothic screams
IN
IOWA (94)
THE TRUCKERS
GATHER IN PACKS
THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM
FEAR
LESS
IOWA (93)
IS SAFE (OR SOMETHING) FOR SOME
IOWA WOMAN. (94)
All that talk about the only pleasure 92
Left right here
Left right now analyzed
Left right where it was
Left, you’ll never get home
Right
Left, you’ll never get home
If you’re left
Right or leave me left
Right now
During the war
I want Peace too
But I have to go
On my left right
Please stay home where you’re left
Right here, and wait for me
TELL ME
Whose 94
Fetus
Mends
Memory?
IRIS, (93)
My grandma didn’t love another 91
Stayed true to Grandpa until she died
Gave us his memory like and orgasm
Made us see him
His heart exploding
Love
Icky dickie 93
DO YOU
IRON (94)
TIES
BORED, OVER THE IRONING BOARD?
Gnat’s good because flies make maggots? 92
What happens when gnats get some?
ISRAEL (94)
IS REAL
ISSUE ONE (92)
Yes, I recognize 92
The soft touch of your slipstream
As we waft past each other
THE FETAL TISSUE ISSUE, ALONG WITH
ALL
ISSUES (94)
TWISTED
ITALIAN (94)
PRETZEL PONTIFICATIONS WITH
Pizza is great American food 94
Spaghetti comes from China
China comes from Wedgewood
Wedge wood works better if metal
Heavy metal is radioactive music
Musical cacophony but still
Art is NOT ambiguity (still in the box)
ONE
ITALICA (94)
AN
IT’S A MAD FLYBREEDER (93)
“perverse citrus” 92
JACARANDA (93)
JACKSON’S ARM (94)
MARMALADE TYPE
JAM TO DAY (91)
MELNGE
TILL DAYLIGHT BREAKS
THE MYTH OF LIGHT
And planets explode 91
In her hungry mouth
ALICE JAMES (91)
GETS CLOSE TO
The photographer 91
Remains removed
From the scene,
Distant
While her subjects
Are dying for her
Haughty aspirations
Truth is obscured
By the dry lens
Without light haloes
At the crash sight
JAPAN (94)
To cure me he pulled out 92
And swollen pride subsided
JAZZI (91)
JEOPARDY (94)
WHEN THE TYPEWRITER TAKES OVER
JEWISH (94)
JEWISH (94)
JOE’S SOAP (94)
Night is a buffet 93
Shock the monkey 91
Train 92
Foul wince
Daunting stitches
Follow exactly
Lank, 94
For a second,
I thought I had spoken
For the third time
With an inch between my legs
Indelibly wounded
Abstract expressionism
No! No! No!
WASHING
JOHNS (94)
JOURNAL (94)
DISALLOWING
THINGS MY OLD BOYFRIEND SAYS AT WORK LIKE,
HOW ABOUT A LITTLE INSPIRATION FOR THE CONVERSATION
A LITTLE FINANCE FOR THE ROMANCE
A LITTLE GREENERY FOR THE SCENERY
A LITTLE CASH FOR THE FLASH
A LITTLE DOUGH FOR THE SHOW
A LITTLE TIPPING FOR THE STRIPPING
Coals live when we 91
Need them to stoke the fire
I cancel my subscription 94
Is this what poetry is supposed to be?
EXCERPTS FROM A
JOURNAL (94)
NOW A CLEAN
JOURNAL (94)
THE PROBLEM WITH BIG PRESS
OPERATIONS IS THAT THE WHOLE MACHINE
QUIVERS IF ONE GROUP OF WRENCHES GETS MAD
AT A COG,
AT ONE PIECE OF OBSERVATION,
ONE MONKEY’S WAVE
Don’t lie to us 91
She pushed her finger
Into something else
Would God love a stripper? 92
Carrots are the cock 94
I swallow, James Joyce carrots.
WAVE AWAY MY
JUVENILE
JOURNAL (93)
AND ANALYZE THE
JOURNAL OF POETRY THERAPY (94)
Of the house I must say 93
I let the termites,
Cockroaches, ants
Mice, rats and robbers
Carry it all away
House symbols 94
More cracks
To lick with love’s
Psychodrama
Painted with spittle
Sinking into the soft foundation
Of mortality
The center sagging
In a wide gaping smile
JOURNAL (94)
Tangled genes (JAMA) 91
Are not the only truth
Surgical Haiku 92
Cut out foliage
Find a leaf
Fungus fever
The virus 94
To inspire us
JOURNEYMAN (94)
JOURNEYS (94)
Wipe you achtung ass/ papa’s got to come 94
THROUGH ROETHKE TO
JAMES JOYCE (92)
Ineluctable 92
Persistence
Of halucination
Until serotonine
Is repaired and made stereo
JUDI K’TUVIM (94)
You told me that prophets said 92
That the end will come
When Zion lives for twenty five years
Without war, create you own hell
On earth, make war on
A regular schedule,
Every time I say “I love you”
Imagine 94
The way Mnch
Would have painted
Judi
A
JUGGLER (94)
Electric alternating current 92
Like new blackouts of news
In spurts of superfluous info
We see by the light of unfound electrons
Mimes (94)
Don’t do objects
And only imagined windows
OR
JULIAN (94)
AND
JUNIPER (93)
LINES
JUST ABOUT HORSES (93)
JUST BETWEEN US (91)
You tortured me 91
With “I love you, stay
But for now get away”
K (92)
OKAY?
KAIMANA (94)
Howlee heritage 92
Hewn
Houses
Have hampered
Hawaii?
You nibble the central vein 94
Of vanity
KAIROS (93)
CHOMP CHOMP
CHOMPSKY
CHOMP SKY
CHOMSKY
KALDRON (92)
KALEIDOSCOPE (94)
COLLISION
COLLUSION
Luminous after lactation, 92
We cycle recycled
Knowledge
On the ledge
Of extinction
World War Two hero 91
Drives his old green car
When the children leave school
Screams maniacal
Hurls insults at them
Through closed windows
That sappy pine 93
Is pining for a comb
Editor rewrites 94
Three year old’s poetry
Recognized for recognizing
Similitude
IN THE STREAM
KALLIOPE (94)
I heard the steam music 92
From the bankrupt resort
Haunting the lake with
Whist and melody
For one last time
To turn us around
Cinderella, shoes 94
In hand, ready to trade
KANGAROOS (94)
Random thoughts 92
On a really lazy Sunday
Lick my oil painting?
MEET A
KANSAS (94)
KID
ON GLASS
SPLINTERS
She died on a couch you could see? 92
Were you watching a movie?
Or could you have helped her?
KAPOK (92)
KARAMU (94)
Green tongue 92
Ought to see a doctor 93
Nothing satisfies
The line
Searching for a period
Death 94
Is not a freak show
Oh well, to the living,
Death’s whatever one wishes
KATUAH (93)
Constellations 91
To remind us how far we have to go
What happened in 1837? 92
KATYDID (94)
KAU KAU (92)
As a perpetual foreigner, 92
The idiom of stifled freedom
Escapes me.
KAWABATA SEPIA (94)
KAWA BUNGA MAGENTA
KELSEY (94)
Had to get Limas 93
Between someone’s knees
I’m underpaid 94
Under wear
Poetry to capture
Smells
And dribbles
So street clothes
Can stay clean
or
I’m underpaid
Under wear poetry to capture
Smells and dribbles
So street clothes can stay clean
KENNEBEC (94)
Lobsters still claw 92
Bluff backwards
Under rocks
Before they are red,
Embarrassed on ice,
Under glass
KENNESAW (94)
Farming words 94
Can’t seem to break
The weed cycle
KENTUCKY (93)
This is not 93
A form
Ula
KENYON (94)
Winter, Winter, Winter 91
You are so insulted
But I understand
You purify the bulbous land
KEY WEST (92)
Keeping alligators 92
Out
Of our living rooms
We poison the pond
KEYSTROKES (94)
MIX IN THE BLENDER
ALL BECOME ONE PLACE, WHERE
Free lancer 94
Is a doctor
Who doesn’t charge to break boils
KINGFISHER (93)
PECKS TAR
Sniffing my spore 93

Stripers are full of foul 91
Contagion
No longer the rainbow fish of the harbours
KINGS (93)
Cattle 93
Compared
To trees
KIOSK (94)
Read 94
Between
The lines
Unions 91
Make work
A dirty word
AT A
KITCHEN TABLE (94)
WHERE BELLIGERENT BELLICOSE
BIG BELLIED BAUBLE BUYERS
BREAKFAST BIG.
Set the night before 92
The plates remain
Where my grandparents
Used to breakfast
KNOPF (94)
KOLA (92)
You can go home again 92
It’s just not the same
As you remember it or wish it to be
Because you left it
KORONE (91)
Soul Sister Q.Z. 91
I don’t understand why the women who do so
So hate me for nothing. I was first in line
For equality, still speak out against double standard
KRAX RUMP (94)
TAILBONE
Juxta 93
Sup
Hose
Wheeze away 92
Wasted breath
Did you love your friend’s parents? 91
Did you want a better house?
Did you hide when your sister
Walked down the hallway at school?
Would you feel less guilty if you could
Grow up all over again?
He devoted his life 94
To
Two thousand words maximum
CRACKS OPEN
KUMQUAT MERINGUE PENUMBRA (94)
CONUNDRUM QUESTIONS
BANG BOOM ROLL
AROUND THE FOUR SKINS
Fuck you! 92
Dick dangler!
If only blacks can sing the blues
Then only whites can rule
Only women can nurture
Only Greeks can philosophize
Only Jews like Einstein and Oppenheimer can really kill
Rain 93
Washes
Sand
Washed
By sea
Filled by
Rain
Last salt lizard 94
A sex lick
Slick sex
On the slippery slope
Of the passion levee
Filled with the power
Of the hard swat of waves
Along the warm, lapping
Of the ocean’s edge
KWIBIDI (94)
Walking home in a blizzard 92
Tears got stuck in my eyes 94
Kid’s Playyard (Two Whys Together)
Poems are buoys and anchors
And boats and combustion sails
And waves and fire extinguishers
And that darn Coast Guard which
Stops you, dead in the water
LA BELLA (94)
The cute one, 92
The third pig
From the left
Is the suckling
One we want
To impale
Upon a spit
And roast
LA CARTA (94)
HERNIA
Tunnel dug 94
Into no light
Ending
LA NUEZ (93)
All that Spanish 92
To make me feel
Speech/
Less
Looking for the aisle
Where they keep the collard greens
LACTULA (94)
LACTATING
Chainsaw me 94
Oils the tree
To cut deeper
Into its heart
Pretty landscape of bleached skulls 91
To tell us
You visited Hell
And what rock did you push
Or, rather, is the emotional retreat
Into words and memory enough
To pay for the paradox, for the clean
Sand the land agent promised?
LADIES (92)
You let your children take advantage 92
Of vicarious greed
And time not spent on them
Under kerosene or campfire light
Or the precious purity of poverty’s muse
LIKE THE
LAKE EFFECT (92)
BUT NOT
Mirrors and ripples 92
Waves and warm spots
And no electricity hum
No boombox distraction
No news about the war
MOSQUITOES ALONG THE
LAKE SHORE (94)
Widows 94
Wanting
Windows on the world
Worry about
Wanton moments
With wasted gigolos
Wrinkles and riches
With real words
A rarity
There were times 92
When these lines
Would not have been enough
LANCASTER (92)
River runs 92
Into hydroelectric puns
Drowning versal valleys
LANDFILL (94)
Landmines 92
Turned us
Back to the sea
Why My Brother Quit 91
Kids caressed cows
On campouts
Came back crappy
My fastidious stomach 93
My illuminated belly button
My interrogative wooly booger
My forensic flea
LANG (94)
LANGUAGE (94)
CHOMSKY CHOMPINGS
Injustice fills me with distain 92
Doesn’t discourage But aids resolve
In these tired hands,
Fortifies the soft bread of my life force;
My hurting heart pounds with purpose,
Sometimes pretends to.
L’APPACHE (94)
Walking along the shore 94
…….That’s all.
IN THE
LATEST (94)
LATIN
Umbilical Amniocentesis 91
So much poetry is from the belly
TRANSFORMS
LATTER DAY (91)
LAUGHING BEAR (91)

The more I studied humor, 91
The more comics made me cry
And cringe and nothing
Seemed funny anymore and that
Was just the beginning
LAUGHING DOG (91)
Stuck, broken, on a half sawed limb 91
GOING TO CAPTURE
LAUREATE (94)
LAUREL (94)
PRIZES INSTEAD OF GLORY
THE LEADING EDGE (94)
OF REBELLION
IS JELLO
Well, well, well 94
The water’s no good anymore
Sewer, sewer, sewer
THE WOBBLY
LEDGE (94)
Cock sucker poetry 92
Making sperm pretty
Bitter about the bitterness
Of beer and poisons
But mentioning only oysters
Not realizing the symmetry
GOES TO THE
LEFT CURVE (94)
My unfriend 94
Ununloads his
Unununderbelly
Unundulations
Scraping sperm
From unununununder
The unununderbrush
Unproductively
FOR A
LEFT FOOTED WOMBAT (92)
Blood ran before 92
Lot’s wife
Salted the land
LEGEND (94)
Herne 93
Invoked
Hernia?
He was to be king 92
Didn’t stop for or need a crown
Once upon a time 93
There used to be men roaming the land
Now men hide in the forest
Of rhetoric
L’EPERVIER (94)
Going to war 92
They gloat about glory
Because a bluff is better
Than a cliff edge
LIBIDO (94)
HAY FEVER
ENHANCED
Fins 92
Fish image
Fin (French)
Your thighs revealed a dry well 91
Before the pump was primed
Flaccid and frigid we made
A lofty love
(No hay fever here)
Go not gently into that deep delight 93
Rage, rage against the rhythm of the night
Though your limbs are long and your buns are tight
Rage, rage against the rhythm of the night
And go not gently into my deep delight
IN
LIBRA (94)
MONTHS
Lah lah lah 92
Lah lah lah
You do put down
Your own thoughts
Put down pudding
Lah lah lah
Tapioca
Philosophy
With runny eyes
Lah lah lah
You swallow
Anyway
SNEEZE SQUEEZES
LIFTOUTS PRELUDIUM (94)
A LOST
LIGHT (94)
Everything is everything? 94
In fantasy throes
My lover want me to squeeze
Out the milk that I can’t produce
With her
LIGHT AND LIFE (94)
LIFE LITE
Some days deserve 92
A good spanking
LIGHTHOUSE (94)
Colors for a blind man? 91
Poetry for the emotionally barren?
Feel the photo? Find the flower
In a reference book?
Meter 93
Rhythm
Meet her
Rhythm
Meter
Rhythm
Match tonight
Match to ignite
Meet her with him
Peter
Ho hum
Penis pounding
Her tight drum
Meter
Rhythm to ignite
Match to light
On her rhythm
Drummer in love
With a Metermaid
Now that’s the ticket
I write in rhythm but what the fuck 94
When I need meaning the beat I duck
WITH NO
LIGHTWORKS (93)
LILITH (94)
LILLIPUT (94)
ON HER PANTS IN THE DARK
Phobia and neurons 93
The cherry pickers 91
Are part of a plot
Confusing flesh democracy and pitted imperialism
Snow waters 94
Grief
Both melt
At their own speed
LIMBERLOST (94)
LATEX FANTASIES
LIMB LOST
THE TREE SUFFERED

LIMESTONE (94)
BONE BUILDER
LIMITED (94)
BY BOVINE
HUSBANDRY
My mind clicks like a grandfather clock 92
Too loud and stulted too late sometimes
Wound too tight or loosely off balance
Yeah, right, all the good ones are already dead 94
Might as well give up then, huh?
LINCOLN (92)
LOGS
I can not tell 92
A truth
I hid my axe
LINCOLN SPRINGS (94)
LINES N’RHYMES (94)
“Do the twist 94
It goes like this”
BUILD
LINES (94)
LINQ (94)
LINKS
LINTEL (94)
Loneliness 94
Is a dry marker
And fear
A broken ball
No!
Loneliness is
Peat moss
And fear
A plate of beans
No!
Loneliness is….
Homey hexagons 91
Are not enough reward
For the wax worm crowded Queen Bee
LINWOOD (94)
I have a message 92
And it is,
“I have a message”
Crenulated 93
Grain
Granulated
Creme cheese
Scalloped
Wall
Walled
Scallop
The rainbow hit the concrete 94
With a splat of fractured color
And all that ever was was washed away
In the warmth of summer rain
LIP SERVICE (91)
FOR LOSERS
Why do we all look 91
At our genitals
As an excuse?
LIPS (93)
CHEAP
It was any morning 93
I woke up with….
Whomever
LITE (94)
LITERARY CREATIONS (92)
LIKE THIS ONE NEVER MAY BE
The dismal decline 92
Of the Dustbunny
And Furburgers, too
LITERARY FOCUS (94)
IS GETTING LOST NOW
(NOW?)
I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY
Poetic porn 94
Focus that camera
I want to see her wrinkles
LITERARY ALLUSIONS (91)
LIKE LEFTOVERS
DON’T NECESSARILY TASTE BETTER THE NEXT DAY.
Your blow up doll 91
Doesn’t deflate when pricked
Your imagination
Doesn’t collapse when tricked
But lack of use and frequent abuse
Can leave a loss of function
WHAT WOULD A
LITERARY OLYMPICS (94)
BE?
Holocaust 93
Genetic
Memories?
Three horses galloping free 94
Two had socks on
One had me
LITERARY (94)
WRINKLES
IN A NORMALIZED CALIBRATION OF POINTS
Most poetry is words to me 92
But are screams my music
Is blood my ink
Is death my medium
RAW
SCORE FOR THE HOME TEAM
LITERATURE (94)
Has this high art become a has been 92
Harried
Hints of haughty hucksters
With no corn?
IS A
LITHIC NOMAD (93)
Is anyone out there? 93
LITTLE (92)
Pap 92
Smear
Finds junk
LITTLE RIVER (94)
IN A BIG OCEAN
INTO A BIG OCEAN DUMPING GROUND
WET GARBAGE WORDS
Mayflies do not despair 92
Over the comparison of moment
To moment, make snowy
Piles on asphalt anyway
LIVING POETS (94)
ARE GIVEN LESSONS IN SWIMMING BUT NOT FLOATING
Did Martin 94
Pound the pud
With two prostitutes
Did he go to bed
With commun(e)
Ists?
LIVING POETS VOICES (93)
CAN BE SOLD BUT GET OLD BEFORE CONSIDERED
My excrementation 93
Is a kind of loving
Being a generous soul
I wish nutrients for plants
And trees
LIVING STREAMS (93)
TO BATHE IN
LMNO (94)
Mom 92
Made music
With her
Flatulence
Domesticated 93
Cool and hassle free
Un Africanized
Honey bee
Riot Run outs 94
Los Angeles
Heplophobes
Went to stores
To buy the familiar
LOCKHART (94)
LOCKED HEARTS ARE OFTEN
ALL THAT ARE LEFT
WHEN FINALLY HEARD
My boy isn’t born 94
Death will not steal him today
LODESTAR (94)
LOLLIPOPS (93)
MAYBE IT’S BETTER IN
LONDON (94)
LONDON (93)
THAN NEW YORK, NEW YORK
Your children are under 91
Employed
Falling into the water
Under London Bridge
“Dogshit?” 93
LONE STAR (91)
LAUGHING
Living 91
But not laughing
I secede
From my drawl
LONG ISLAND (94)
Rewriting history 94
Through today’s
Wobbling mirror
Is like
Siting on a baby
Because it
Reminds you of what you looked like,
Once upon a time
LONG ISLANDER (94)
OFF TRACK BETS
The musk on Fire Island 92
Is as thick as chicken hawks
On the fly
Soup sucker 94
Pigeon plucker
Fidgeting with his belt buckle
Drooling over plastic balls
That melt off the flesh
And into the vegetables

“That one’s fresh, got plenty of meat,
You see? I shot my load into him last night.”
He takes out his teeth,
“Saved for chewing beef. This stew’s a
Tender treat to gum”
ON A
LONG SHOT (94)
LONGHOUSE (94)
LOOKOUT (92)
SEES ART AHEAD
Editing with … (dot, dot, dot) 92
I make them see their poetry
Rooted only in poetic words
I give punctuation to their verse
OUT OF SKEW ON THE TREADLE
LOOM (94)
LOP SIDED, DROP STITCHED LINES
Ooooooooooh faaaahhhhhhhh! 93
Loom 92
Over
A carpet of lies
Spin the top 91
Of the world
Right off
For infantile
Fun and profit
Row row row his boat 94
Up a slippery stream
Dip the oars and pick them up
Dripping in my dreams
THIS CRAZY, I THINK THEY STOPPED MAKING TOPS, WORLD
FALLS LIKE A
LOONFEATHER (94)
Loons are in style 92
This year
In Mid New Hampshire, the herons
Are resting, still barely nesting
Tornado salad? 94
LOS HOMBRES (94)
FALL PREY TO THE KNIFE
OF ANTIVIOLENCE CAMPAIGNS
THAT ARE READY TO CUT OFF
THEIR TESTOSTERONE JUST BECAUSE
IT MAKES THEM FRISKY
LOS HOMBRES LOST HOME BOYS
Guilty pictures in the attic 92
Waa wah why? 93
A Brief History 94
Got `em
Wore `em
Ripped `em with my teeth
(Used `em to polish my shoes)
LOST (93)
Oh, Poetry! 93
Where is perfection?
LOTHROP (94)
LOTUS (94)
PAPER HOTHOUSE
WHINES
Vines, vines, vines 91
wim 94
Pooper scooper 92
Carried for fun
Calling for a “spot”
That doesn’t exist
CAN I MAKE WORDS
LOUDER THAN BOMBS (92)
Sky eating sky? 92
SO THAT
LOUISIANA (94)
CAN HEAR
You turned on 92
Your stereo to imitate
The rhythm I couldn’t match
You sat
And shaved…….
So, fucking what?
Paint me a picture of a perfectly normal place 94
Then throw up on it
LOUISIANA (94)
Rain lilies 92
Cut
By the lawnmower
LOUISVILLE (94)
LOW TECH (94)
They wrote bad poetry 94
Taking me completely by surprise
Each fucking time
LUCIDITY (94)
DULLING THE MIND
My guy keeps saying 93
“Stop whining about it
We’re all dying”
OF
Yesterday 91
Is a highway
Strewn
With exploded toll gates
ELECTRON MACHINERY
I will never fear Summer 92
Nor falling faint in humidity
Your A/C love keeps me chilly
Dear Editor, 94
Let me make it clear
The water in Houston is soapy
LULLWATER (94)
Poetry/History Lesson 92
This was not being read by Einstein when he died
Java guava or guano tea? 94
LUNA BISONTE (94)
LISTING L THINGS
Sometimes, even good lines bother me 93
Drag your bra and panties on me like a cave 91
Full of the same bats.
She wasn’t a lesbian, just looking
Gobbeldy gook sticks a knife 92
Into its own mumbly peg leg
Liver wurster 94
Glycerine glyph cyst
Assists extra words

Quasi plings
Neck springs
Economy of manifest wavy collapse
Fragment anything
Mid length lakeside
LUNA VENTURES UNKNOWN SWASH BUCKLER (94)
IS A
LUNDIAN (93)
LUTHERAN (94)
LYNX RENGA (93)
One syllable, two syllables 92
Three syllables, four and more
Five syllables, six syllables
Seven syllables and then ten of them
Syringe THIS excuse for the word syringe! 94
LYRIC (94)
How deep into love can we go 91
Before we admit we were not blind
In the midnight meadow?
Night flight 92
From some
Live evil
Didactic song 91
Exposes our refusal
To be taught
ZINGING MARS
I’d like to explore the future 94
M.A.F. THIRTEEN (94)
Grossetto? 91
I thought myself a bit of a genius
Until I discovered how many words were
Missing from my family’s abridged dictionary
The sadness of your eye 94
Eye sad
Sad looking eye
Me sad to your eye
M.I.P. (94)
YUP
Yup, yup it up 93
LMNO
PQRS
TUV
WXYZ
WHY Y?
WHY X?
MACFADDEN (94)
WHY NOT UNTRUE
CONFESSIONS
UNTRUE
ROMANCE
UNTRUE
LOVE
UNTRUE
STORY?
OKAY, OKAY
BUT, REMEMBER,
LET NOT
THE VILLAIN
EAT
THE MACGUFFIN (94)
BEFORE IT BLOWS
THE LEGS
OFF THE TABLE
Mosquito net face 93
cloud cluster 91
The boa caressed her. 92
I recognized the expression
On her face, the sunken eyes,
The excitement, “Touch it”
She cajoled. I wouldn’t
Touch any serpentine shape.
She called me chicken
She called me mouse
I left her curves to her beast,
Let him lick her like I do.
MACMILLAN (93)
MACMONDAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF A MAC ATTACK
INFINITE INDIGESTION
MACMILLAN (94)
FALLS INTO A
MACPHERSON (92)
MAD RIVER (94)
NEAR
MADISON (94)
Yellow Journal ism 91
Piss professor
Calls himself “Urologist”
Says, “According to my analysis
Urinalysis is yellow”
I love you like a modem 94
Our love burns like a modem
The orange and prune juice taste like a modem
The sky and water are a modem
The page sits like a modem
The like phrase is like a modem
Liking the like phrase is like liking a modem
Like is like
Is like
Like is modem
Like is to like as like is to modem is like a modem
A modem is like a cherry
The cartoon was like a cherry
Wanting you was like wanting a cherry
The shore line burns like a cherry
The cherry pie burns like a teacup
The cherry is like a burn
One burn is just like the other
In the fiction game
I could go on
AND A
MAGAZINE OF SPECULATIVE POETRY (94)
IS SWEPT INTO WHITE WATER FURY
Christian science fiction 94
Fiction christian science
Science christian fiction
Christian fiction science
Fiction science christian
Science fiction christian
William 91
Carlos
Williams
Carlots
You should
Be selling
Used cars
From
BOUNCING WITH PROPAGANDA
AND DISAPPEARING LIKE A
MAGE (92)
Cumulus waves bring your spaceship 92
Into sight
INTO
MAGIC CHANGES (94)
Sri Chinmoy????? 92
His car mechanic in Norwalk
Said he was a regular guy
Before he changed his name
But what after John and Carlos?
A cherry teacup is the embers of Christmas 93
Like a New Year’s toddy, like a Thanksgiving
Turkey is a panda poet
Satchmo smiles 94
MAGIC MOUNTAIN (94)
STRIP MINED
says “good bye, little robin wing” 94
says good bye to the magic
SUMMIT
THE
MAGIC REALISM (94)
OF UNDERTOWED PHILOSOPHY
THE
MAGNETIC NORTH (91)
THE FALSE NORTH A COMPASS POINTS TOWARD
Rain is a symbol for what? 91
Sun is a symbol for what?
In this poem, rain grows okra
And the sun causes skin cancer
AND NOW THE ONLY SPOTLIGHTS
GLOWING IN THE NIGHT SKY
POINT, WHEN FOLLOWED DOWNWARD,
TO THE TITTY BARS OF THE AREA
TO SUCK HIS EGO UNTIL HIS WALLET
IS EMPTY AND HIS PANTS ARE WET
MAHOGANY AND MOLASSES (93)
Mount her good name 93
STICKING TO THE ROOTS OF TREES
IN THE WASH BETWEEN SHORES
MAINICHI (92)
Freestyle 92
Swimmers, lean,
Dive
Into the same lane
Syllabic
I count the spoken
Sounds of a language that gets
Its meaning from prose
MALAHAT (94)
AND MALODOROUS
Music, tongue 92
Aftertaste,
Brandy dream
Sticky dress,
Silky
Hot piano
Imagination far sightedness 94
Fiction blindness?

NO MORE CLOTHING RIPPING OFF
MALCONTENT (92)
MALORY (91)
No Poe in the shadows 91
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MANDEVILLE (94)
NOT MISSING
MANHATTAN (93)
MANHATTAN (94)
Alright, now, who put the spinet in the garden? 92
Did anyone count toes? 94
NOT REMEMBERING
IN CAPITAL D DESPERATE
MANIC D (93)
GROPING FOR THOUGHTS WAYS
THAT INDICATE “I AM”
SOUTH OF
MANKATO (94)
Grass connects the house 94
To the road. St. Augustine,
Browned by Manichaean mites
Mother prayed would go away.
It took Ambrose spectracide,
Defender of the grass,
To bring it back, green.
Monet, Vasserly, Degas 91
Combination paints the words
With supple strokes
HUNGRY FOR THE
NEW
MANNA (94)
Banana 94
Unlevened lines
MANNA (94)
OLD
Rakes 94
Trees
Arms
Waiting
A leaf falls
MANOA (94)
AIR TO BREATHE ON THE
MANROOT (92)
MANUSHI (94)
I should have crumpled 94
These lines
MARGIN (91)
How many layers are contained in the 91
Blank page?
HOPE HIT THE
MARK (93)
All “spectral evidence” 91
Is in the speckled darkness
The light of desire and comfort
An anonymous roll or muffin to tempt us 93
MARKS (92)
MAROVER LAG (94)
AND
MARRIAGE (91)
MARYLAND (94)
BUBBLES TO THE SEA
Relative silence grandparents gone 91
I guess insects are easy to see 94
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MASSACHUSETTS (94)
WHERE SETTLERS CREATED SETS OF DENTURES EN MASSE
MASSACHUSETTS (94)
Siesta dreams 92
Shift into moribund
Malevolence
WHERE SETTLERS CREATED
A RACE OF DOORMATS A
MATILDA (91)
MATRIX (94)
MATTOID (93)
RACE, RUNNING INTO THE
MATURE YEARS (94)
Youth is wasted 94
Always
In retrospect
MAVERICK (94)
Vatican II 94
Precession procession
A wobble every 26,000 years
Or so
SEVENTEEN OR SEVENTY SUCKING
MAYAPPLE (94)
SENTIMENTS ABOUT RERUN
MAYBERRY (93)
I prefer dewberries 92
Crawling along the pasture
Under the grass in the bushes
Gone in two weeks
MEANJIN (91)
On those same mean streets, 91
Separate, running from and looking for
Each other, how much does your daughter
Charge? How much do you pay?
MASTERCHARGER, VISA HOLDER
SITTING
MELLEN (94)
DOWN FOR MELON BALLS AND STRAWBERRIES
Lazy in paradise 92
You would drive me crazy
MEMES (94)
Bending recognition 94
Got a girl whose name is Mimi
Even if she doesn’t see me
Gonna keep her all the same
Unless she tries to change her name
REAMS WRITTEN
ELITISM REDISTRIBUTED
MEMORABLE MOMENTS BY INVITATION ONLY (91)
CHANNELING
Ice warriors that melt in Spring 91
Are all but forgotten during exams
GIFT WRAPPED
It was a legend of a myth 91
That secondary education
PREPACKAGED
MEMORY LIFT THE COVER (92)
Pandora has brown eyes 92
This time
RESPECT FLEA SPECKED
MENNONITE PURPOSE ON THE LINE (94)
BOOKS FROM
MERGING MEDIA (93)
WITH NO NEWS ANYMORE NO REAL INFORMATION
Typo Titles 93
Artsy indications of error
Typographical “Mendsongs”
BUYING STATISTICAL POLLS ABOUT THE COST OF LIVING
AND INFLATION WITH NUMBERS THAT DON’T ACCOUNT
FOR PRICE FIXING OF FOOD TO AVERAGE AGAINST
SKY HIGH HOUSES AND IDIOT CARS NO LONGER CARS
BUT MOBILE UNITS THAT LOOK LIKE WINDTUNNEL SQUASHED
BOXES ADDING “FEATURES” SO AERO DYNAMISM
AND SEWING MACHINE ENGINE POWER AND PAPER THIN STYROFOAM
BETWEEN PEOPLE AND THE ROAD WON’T SEEM LIKE
SPACE WASTED TO LOSS. WE GOT FUCKED OUT OF OUR GOLD
BUT DON’T YOU FORGET THAT THERE NEVER REALLY WAS ANY WAY
TO GET OVER THE FACT THAT MONEY IS AND ALWAYS WAS
JUST AN IDEA, JUST BAD POETRY
MERLIN (91)
ILLUSION
WITH NO INDICATIONS OF
MERLYN’S PEN (94)
IN THE MATERIAL WORLD
I mention 92
Shakespeare
To get you to read
These lines
METAMORPHOSIS (91)
IS CORPORATE ANATHEMA
UNLESS COVERED IN THE QUARTERLY REPORT
UNLESS PROJECTED UPON A PRIVATE SCREEN
Swallow me whole 91
You’ll get more nourishment,
More than death pondered over
To assuage your night hunger
NEUROLINGUISTIC
METAMORPHOUS (94)
ASSUMED
METHUEN (93)
MIGHT HAVE SLAUGHTERED
METRO SINGLES (94)
AFTER ONLY A SINGLE DATE
I hug him with my poetry 91
Eyes of ochre 94
Sparkling shadows
Skin, greenish
Beauty over a bowl
Barfing bitter
Embarrassment
THOSE CRAZY
METROPOLITAIN (94)
NIGHTS
Pretend emotion 94
With a pseudo name
“And away go troubles down the drain”
WITH NEON DANCES
SOUL TRAIN BEAT
WITHOUT SOUL MATE
STIRRINGS JUST SHAKEN
DRINK MIXES
NOT UNKNOWN IN
MICHIGAN (94)
How bored bored people get in boring company 92
Is boring to me unless they say it well
Or interestingly.
If you need to, use a pickup truck 94
To move the poem
Into the present
MID COASTER (93)
THE DRINK SITS SWEATING
I hear the skin of the Governor of Texas wrinkling 92
LIKE THE
MID AMERICAN (94)
STEAMY HOT MUFFIN MAN
Mice vice? 94
Do the cheese and peanut butter cravings
Justify mouse malevolence, bird wishes,
Cat cruelty when finally caught in the vice
Like grip of the sneaky mousetrap?
Can I ever really understand the mouse?
I really don’t want him in my house.
Now I could, in a new wave way, say something
About having lost my pet snake
WHO IMMIGRATED FROM THE
MIDDLE EAST (94)
HISSING LOUD ENOUGH
Poetry about people dying 92
Ritual cues
With romantic names
And foreign graves
TO CONVINCE A BALLET COMPANY THAT THEIR FAVORITE
WATERING HOLE NEEDED A
MIDDLE EASTERN DANCER (93)
Practiced passion 91
Precisely on the point
To praise the petty Prince in Paris
While warriors waste words
And are wounded way around the world
The single beat drummer 93
Pounds once
The heartbeat
Of an instant
MIDLAND (93)
BETWEEN TOUR AND BROADWAY
Houses squat upon radon 93
Calling themselves Uranus
Uranium
Throwing a simple line 91
Baited for poetry fish
THE DANCER MISSES A BEAT
TRYING OUT NEW STEPS ON
MIDMARCH (93)
AUDIENCES, STEPPING ON HER SIMPLE LINE
THEY NOTICE BUT IGNORE THE EFFECT OF
MIDNIGHT ZOO ABERRATIONS (94)
CLAPPING
MIDSTREAM (94)
Nobody ever does what they could 92
WHEN THE CLOTHES ARE GONE
IN AN ACT CALLED “SKINNY DIPPING”
AND EVERYONE LAUGHS BECAUSE THE LEAD MAN, THE LEAD(LED)
MAN IS AS BIG AS THE
MIDWEST (94)
He is the Rhino 92
The Condor, the Heron
The man without a mate
Dad didn’t want to explain how hopeless things 93
Seemed after all the terrible things he’d seen
That’s why he was silent.
But as long as men drink their lives away 91
They’re not a threat to my picnic pink day
Writing drought poems 94
While St. Louis sits
Under ten feet of water
WITH AN EGO BIGGER THAN THE
MIDWEST (94)
I say that everything is a woman 92
Nothing is outside of femininity
Or the feminine domain, nothing.
MEN BALK
Trying for earthquake inspired 94
Resurrection, trying to pull out
Of a deep pussy willow sleep
GOING BI COASTAL
WHEN THEY HAVE TO UNDRESS AGAIN
ANYWHERE NEAR THE MEMORY OF THE
MIDWEST (94)
Twisting definitions to tame the confabulation 94
WHEN
MIDWIFERY (94)
IS THOUGHT ABOUT
Fucking the midwife during the delivery 94
MILAM (92)
WINKS AT ME, THINKS
I’m a saddle stapled 92
Matte card
Cover girl
Fuzzy but fun
MILKWEED (94)
DANCING PIROUETTES
MINA (91)
MIND IN MOTION (94)
AUDIENCE AND DANCERS SPIN
The Earth may stop turning for lack of 91
Revolution
Everything goes to the laundry today 92
Dirty laundry, lies, ill gotten gains,
Dodge ball taxes, almost clean oratory
The truth gets lost in the wash
Is remembered like the other sock.
Statistics confuse for a ruse 93
So that even “normal” is abused
And when the perception you choose
Includes even happy blues, misconstrues
News about fire and blood red hues for
Anything but eye grabbing schmooze, and
Everyone is driving on booze, prepared for
Baby hell the whole year of those terrible
Twos, I tell you, I’m not amused.
With that kind of truth you’re bound to lose
Doo doo 94
Dropped in the crack
Between poetry and concrete
IN THE JOINING
MIND MATTERS (94)
MIND MANNERS
Blushing bells toll? 91
CONCERNING A SPINNING BIOSPHERE
Trying to avoid the mawkish, 92
You explain your sorrow as “of the human race”
Chaos is not a butterfly 93
Justice is just ice in this hotbox
Balance is a shifting didactic subservience
Logic is a whip and a whipping boy
Whipped and sugared
Sometimes salt is the burden
Food is a weapon
Talk is the crowding of sounds into airwaves
Power defines itself
Why did these lines appear on the page?
Hell, 94
Grasp your assailant’s
Balls and you have done well.
I REFUSE TO EAT CAKE WITH MY FINGERS
JUST BECAUSE YOU OWN THE SILVER
NORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND WEST OF THE
MIND’S EYE (91)
They told us poetry was worth something 91
EVEN TO THE FOLKS IN
MINNESOTA (94)
SITTING IN THE FREEZER
CAN BITE AT THE TOES
Downstairs, in that tile kitchen 94
Young girls squealed with delight
As cockroaches they’d found in the tuna
Squished under their plastic gloved
Fingers and young guys jerked off
Into the scrambled eggs for fun
Because they couldn’t hear the words
Of the murmurous rich
WHERE NATURAL TANS ARE A
MINORITY (94)
Sail away with me 92
Into a satire of wind
And odor
Do I dare 94
As a poet
Put a word
Upon the page
OH! AND THE
MINOTAUR (94)
MINIBUS AND MOUTH CAPADE
Tell the history 94
Of our society
In social security numbers,
Credit card records,
Passports and obituaries
LEAVING
MIORITA (94)
FOR A
MIRACULOUS (94)
FEW MINUTES
That the temptations of Christ 92
Were just like mine, He
Being sure of his place
In Heaven, on the right hand
Of God, me trying not to lose
God’s favor, can not be called
The same, can they? The story is elsewhere
WITH
MIRIAM WHO LOVES IT UP AGAINST THE WALL (94)
“But she loved me” he says 92
To himself, though destroyed
Teeth, liver, mind, romance,
As his body swells and he
Loses control of his colon
After questioning that lost
Love for so long
PROTUBERANCES POUNDING
MIRRORS, AHA, (94)
Sticky goo 94
On his fat stomach,
Once treasured sperm
LOVES TO KISS THIS
MISNOMER (94)
X ray acid aura 92
Concrete poetry 94
Limestone, pebbles, sand
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF
MISSISSIPPI MUD (94)
MISSISSIPPI (94)
SLIDING THROUGH
MISSISSIPPI VALLEY (94)
Denial of nitrogen 92
THE
MISSOURI (94)
SEEMS OUT OF PLACE
MISSOURI (94)
SOMETIMES MISERY
AND THE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OF
MR. COGITO (94)
No prose for poets 92
Is poetry found in the incomplete
Sentence. Two words.
I’m not sure this sentence is anything but a prose poem 94
MIXED MEDIA (94)
Excited 94
He says,
“I went to this
Wonderful, almost inaccessible
Place
Isn’t that great?!
With my foreign accent
I ascended the description”
IGNORING THE NYMPHS
THAT TWIST HIM INTO A
MOBIUS (94)
STRIP
Consider the cat 92
Run over
Softly squeezing out colors 93
The gentle beast strangles
For purple blue yellow green
Face effects
The flame of Maple and Oak 94
In Autumn
Not as fertile as Summer wildfire
Blackening the green slopes
Becomes Rum Winter
Antihistamine Spring
With smoldering heart
Burning
BEFORE THE ANGEL SHOWS UP
BEFORE THEY WILL STRIP
BECOMING
MODERN BRIDE (94)
AND GROOM VOWED WITH VOWELS
THAT IMITATE
MODERN HAIKU (94)
Life almost ended 93
And still writing only
As plum dead
Two nesting grounds 91
And herons are mentioned more
Than they lay eggs
One, two, three 92
Four syllables
Five more `til you die
Marriages 93
Only a certain
Amount of syllables
What did the image do for you? 94
Six syllables to soothe
A moon that never was
or
Peck peck the odd fog
Six sounds of hen’s hunger
Cracking the hollow earth
BREAKING A
MOKSHA (94)
BONE OR TWO
BEFORE SUBMITTING TO LOVE
AND THE
MOMENT (91)
My mother said some beautiful things 91
One of them was that nothing is wasted,
Not in a human life of learning and love
AND THE
MONOCACY (94)
Color makes the poem versal 92
But not universal to the blind
MONTANA (94)

Giddy, you open 94
Your yap.
Yup, giddy.
Hee hee
MOODY STREET (94)
BED BUGS OF MARRIAGE MAILBOXES
MORROW (94)
MORNING EATING
THE MARROW OF LUST
MOSIAC (91)
MOSIAC (93)
PROSE
I’m a tin snip 92
Tearing malleability
To shreds
IN
(m)OTHER TONGUES (94)
FILLED WITH
MOTS ET IMAGES
Words sanity’s salacious sortie 91
And images sketches and photography
THE DEEPER YOU GET, THE DEEPER YOU GET
BILLS TO PAY FOR YOUR INTEREST IN FURNITURE
BEFORE
MOVING OUT (92)
FOR THE BEST SCHOOL
The kind of things that so angered you 92
When done to Karen Silkwood by men
Have been done to men by men for a very
Very long time. Women, then, had the time
To do something about it. Or didn’t we?
OILING THE
MOVING PARTS OF THE MUTANT DRONE (94)
IN THE MAILBOX THAT THE GOVERNMENT OWNS
EVEN THOUGH IT WAS A WEDDING GIFT, BUTTERING CORRESPONDENCE
About mood when moved by the specific generality 94
BEFORE A CHANGE OF ADDRESS
THE LETTERS COME ADDRESSED TO
MS. (94)
OR
MSS. (93)
In life we define life 93
MUD CREEK (91)
Dreams decay faster than paper 91
If a dreamer throws them away
MUDFISH BOX TURTLE (94)
Egg butt baby vacated eggs? 91
Bed vacates building? 92

Tired, 93
Mad,
We have to prove love
Before
We make it
We fuck to find it
Become too tired
To continue searching
And then settle
MULBERRY (94)
CIRCLE SELLING
When we both know he has power, 93
We no longer enjoy my groveling
A Period of Faith 94
Metaphor connection
Of Blood communion
And lips slippery with sperm
MUSIC TO A
MUSE FOR THE MUSE COMPETITIONS (91)
Woman, buy your seeds in a Burpee Catalogue 91
For all your fertile attempts to cultivate
That belching, incontinent man
MUSE PORTFOLIO (94)
Red shift blues 94
Rods and cones
Cooling filament
So indescribably beautiful
That I try to describe it
As beyond my description
Turnback treachery
With a minor downbeat
IN
MUSIC CITY (91)
MUSIC WORKS (94)
FOR THE UNBORN
MUTATED VIRUSES (91)
A quilt of solemnity 91
Patches that break patterns
CALLING THEM
MY LEGACY LOST IN OMNIFIC FELICITY (94)
MY RESTLESS SOUL ASTRAL IMAGES (94)
Don’t give birth mother 91
Don’t try to change things father
Be coddled by propaganda while baby cries
MYSTERY TIME (94)
It’s a mystery how many mags survive 94
THE
MYSTIC CIRCLE (94)
SENDING
NADA, A BIG SCREAM (94)
We make music with the tools 92
We swing or sit on or vibrate or hum into
CALLING FOR CONNECTIONS
NAHANT (94)
Any cartoon picture that comes to mind 93
Any drawn image,
Any knowledge is not all knowledge, is it?
The woman next door got scared over the years 92
She yelled that she would shoot me when I offered
To fix her gate, hid her lover in a backyard trailer
Let the dog doo build up inside the house so that
When the church finally came to take her to a home
It was six inches thick over the whole floor
The burro she left lame was fed for a while but
Soon disappeared. The church sends men to mow her lawn
The people on the other side said she was once a very
Important person in town, loved by everyone.
The limb’s secret passion for bats 94
Pipe bombs to blow away metaphor
About memory
And nose undercurrents
NANCY (93)
Rooms were always either damp and dirty 91
Or dry and sterile
IMPRESSED BY A LONG TITLE
entitled 93
The Cat/Gas Engine/My Soul/ The Laser Printer/
The Baby/ The Dog/ The Spider/ The Line/
The Coke Machine/ The Riot/ The Garbage Disposal/ The Head/
The Air Mailer/ The C.O.2 Tree/
What it wanted
Was to be fed.
SOOTHED, SOOTHES
THE PAIN IN A
NASHVILLE HOUSE (94)
The cosmic dust 94
Was
A chocolate float
HE VISITS WHEN
NASSAU (94)
GETS BORING
Mom said “Nothing is ever wasted” 94
Even Chekhov for beginners
AND HE’S OUT EXPLORING
THE NATION (94)
His mind moves serene 94
But not into the silence
BEING A
NATIONAL ENQUIRER (94)
ON SOME
NATIONAL FORUM (94)
Like a whole bunch of things that sound really good 94
It’s what follows that counts on a menu
The price tag that exposes the lie
OF
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS NAUGHTY LINGERIE (94)
LIKE
Aliens crawling up the toilet bowl 94
And into your ….
Poetry
NAZARENE STANDARD (94)
AMERICAN STANDARD
IOWA STANDARD
STAGE STANDARD
The Apocrypha 94
The Bible
Its books
Which books?
Prayers are admission but any God that is 92
Does not need to ask for your ticket
NCASA (94)
Isn’t all of society an anti rape movement? 93
OH NO!
NEBO (94)
Relish the death of those that annoy you? 92
Must hard actions be matched by hard thoughts?
Catsup, will ya?!!!
FROM
NEBRASKA (94)
TOUTS AND POUTS
POUTS ABOUT MORTALITY
Peggy’s peonies in warming bathwater 92
The first time I say a dead man 94
I grew my first grey hair no lie!
TOUTS
NEGATIVE CAPABILITY (94)
Grit bass, a submarine capitalist 91
Naturally drawn to the hook
Jazz cat lapping mama’s milk 92
Flakey Blake’s treed angel, meowing music 94
After eating fish subways
Bass, wide mouthed or small 91
Are more pure than elevators
Now, escalators might be a different story
Child voice mail 94
Doesn’t stamp paper like
Adult delivery
OR SOMETIMES
(N.E.R.)NEW ENGLAND BREAD LOAF (91)
Let the world be the child 91
You can not bear
BETTER CRUSTY THAN
NEW CHICANO WRITING (94)
DURING THE SUMMER OF THE
NEW CICADA (94)
Those bugs drive me toward 91
Frustrated insanity
In Summer’s insistence
Stuck here in Houston,
Without a fresh Spring
The sky should not leak watercolors 92
Releasing a fart 93
Into a night filled with
Smoke stack flares
One critic 94
The only one who reads the lines
Of yesterday’s news
CHIRPING A
NEW COLLAGE (94)
OF CLIPPED SOUND
You are my palm 94
At the edge of the bay
Salty, with only leaf
Clappings to say
AS NEW COLLIES TAKE LASSIE’S NAME
CHIRPING, BARKING ONE
NEW CRITERION (94)
AFTER THE OTHER
Question If the sill is rotted, 93
How can you stand to sit by the window
To watch the swirling, cold snow?
MUDSUCKING A
NEW DELTA (94)
Larvae of the morning 94
Sunshine blows my mind
Seeking, ever laughing
She’s my lady, stealing lines.
TURNING THAT OCEAN BOUND RIVER IN
NEW DIRECTIONS (94)
Babel Babble 92
In the fight for reality realized, words
Are the fudge over a chocolate sundae

TEMPORARILY TO FORM A
NEW EARTH (94)
OR AT LEAST A
NEW ENGLAND (94)
Hummer gives a change of look 93
FOR A
NEW ERA (94)
LDS/LSD IT SEEMS INTITIALIZING
You can’t copyright pictures you create 94
In other peoples’ heads
SOME
NEW HOPE (94)
Hope is in the fact that we refuse 91
to be defined for ever
So the what? 92
Who put the tea pot on 93
The flowers?
Marching petunias 94
Marching to war
Against Hyacinth
For the sake of Morning Glory
Crying for better water
And integration
UNDER
NEW HORIZONS (94)
SO NO
NEW KENT STATE (94)
MASSACRE WILL PAINT
NEW LAUREL (94)
Rudolf, the red nosed, you can sing it better 91
Oh, like ferme ta goielle? 94
ON FRESH GRAVES
NEW LETTERS (94)
CUT INTO GRAVE GRANITE
Plaster casting spells the feminine kink 92
Sticky, stuck to me, S t U C K
SHOCK WARRIORS THINKING SHOCKING MEN WILL BE SILENCED
BY A GOOD SPELL OR A SPELLING BEE
STINGING THEIR EGO TO INFLATE IT EVEN MORE
TWISTING IN DECEITFUL WIND THEY WIND DOWN
SO THAT MEN LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M A DANGER
IN DRESSES, AND WOMEN, UNSURE ANYMORE, DO TOO.
WE DUB THIS TOWN
NEW MADRID (93)
SO PETER’S FATHER WILL FEEL AT HOME WITH
NEW METHODS (93)
OF REMEMBRANCE
IMPRISONED
NEW MEXICO (94)
WILL ATTRACT CROWDS
Stainless steel makes brillo a curse 92
LOUDER THAN
NEW ORLEANS (94)
More militant flora 94
Conspire against
The farmer
Who imprisons them
In mounds and rows
Denizens eat venison 93
NEW ORLEANS (93)
Knowing every family is adopted 93
“How much” always matters
ELDERS WILL INVENT
NEW POETRY (91)
No one wants to hear 91
that someone was killed for them
NEW POETS (94)
Paint your woman’s walls 94
With meaning and truth
TO GET BACK AT THE CROWDS THAT LEFT
AND A
NEW PRESS (94)
WILL FLOURISH
Can you talk to yourself and think something else? 94
Wrong moon, right moon, it’s still the moon 92
We fell in love under
Ants in our underwear
WITH
NEW QUARTERLY (94)
INCOME STATEMENTS
BUYING A
NEW RENAISSANCE (93)
Paranoia for president! 91
The reluctance to name C 256 92
Because anapestic rocks might
Stick into failing hearts harder
Than cholesterol
If resonant with the Earth’s rotation
And most inclined to vibrate the body
Oooooops! Wrong New Renaissance 93
WITH BAD POETRY SOLD TO A
NEW REPUBLIC (WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OLD ONE?) (94)
Karate craft creeps into the brain 92
When all those black belts don’t know
What you’re doing at their front door
ABSORBING
CURRENTLESS, BUT STILL,
NEW RIVERS (94)
NEW SPOKES (93)
PER(NON)SONS WITH
NEW VIRGINIA (94)
New Virginia? 94
De dehymanizing?
Somewhere near Old Virginia?
NEW VOICES (94)
TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW NOTHING CHANGES IN
NEW WELCH (94)
RARE BIT TOWNS
NEW WRITERS (94)
Too true 94
It’s often the name that gets published
Instead of the poem
ANYWHERE OUTSIDE OF
NEW YORK (94)
BECAUSE ANYONE WHO’S NOT A
NEW YORKER (94)
ISN’T SOPHISTICATED ENOUGH TO EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE A
NEWSLETTER INAGO (94)
Where the doe dies is today’s poetry 92
Popped balloons mothers were trying to grab 93
Out of other children’s hands for their child’s joy
Admit you’re lazy 94
WHERE I GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THE
NEXT EXIT (93)
To combat “no exit” 91
Always finding new women 92
Field fencerow thickets brush close 93
Fingers reach grapevines, fists pull treetops
Of, in on this, like, and, into
BEING THE
NEXUS (94)
OF THE
NEXUS (94)
Achtung, erzats! 92
Cathedral conundrum the nub 93
NIGHT MOUNTAINS (92)
Pagan bonfires waging war on night stalkers 92
NIGHT ROSES IN MOONSTONE BLUE (94)
I stared at the old photo. 94
It had faded away.
The magazine is dull and dead 93
But the idea of the magazine lives on
The slick woods are not a slut 92
To the chainsaw
The starved children of Somalia are all dead 93
But the idea of starved childrenhood lingers on
NIGHT SONGS (94)
Insubstantial 94
Seas more than remnants
Of spires waving emaciate
City ship grass
Wraith
Sailing transitory
A no phantom
no!!!!
Insubstantial
Seas more than remnants
Of spires waving emaciated
City, transitory ship wraith
Sailing grass
A no phantom
SHADOWS
AVOID THE
NIGHT TREE (91)
IN TOTAL DARKNESS
Tell me the truth about laughter, old man 91
WHERE NO
NIGHTSUN (94)
CAN REACH
War ship 94
Worship
NIHILISTIC PESSIMISM (93)
Charles Bukowski, eh? 93
I just ask, have I made it to the millennium yet?
There may be flies on some guys and vultures eating
Your udder disgust but there is/There has/Belong to there?
But there are VYGERS on me. Not visual? Not of the working
Man? But there are assholes sucking be back into them.
NIMROD (94)
NONSENSE
Hum drum percussionist waiting for a good beating 92
1992 (92)
NOW VINTAGE
Plexiglass pontifications 92
NINETY SIX (94)
Just barely legal 94
Almost 69
NONSENSE ANYWHERE NORTH OF
9TH STREET (WHICH IS A MODOM NORMALLY ANOMALY) (94)
Doubletalk double standard double dipped dick 92
Wordjumble wasteland and not the good kind either
NOCTURNAL (LYRICS) (94)
Howl in time with the twinkle 94
Of stars imitating them
On your air microphone
And your air guitar
NOMAD’S CHOIR (94)
The day it is yours 94
Carp and catfish
Lines dropped into mud
FOR
NOMOS SPONTANEOUS ORDER (94)
SPELLED SIDEWAYS
Our dreams are twisted by the mass spectrometer 92
NORTH DOORSTOP (93)
I feel so miserable about being exposed 92
WINDSCREENS
NORTH AMERICAN (93)
Kudzu elephantitus, blue balls in a wheelbarrow 92
LOOKING TO
NORTH CAROLINA (94)
Tapping 91
South Carolina’s
Name
LIKE
NORTH DAKOTA (94)
You let your father become a petrified postcard? 91
He rubbed me with atomic balm 92
I blew up and hit the ceiling
Stairs stares sinking in 94
Ah, what the fuck looking up my dress
WEST OF THE
NORTH EAST (94)
Blame to Tame 94
It’s your fault
I’m not a revolutionary militant
So, there!
New Hampshire poets gloating about the good life
That where I’m going for
Solitude with a change of scenery
OR
NORTH TEXAS (94)
The Bible Belt is twisted between loops 92
Yugo, Don’t Leave Those Highbeams On 94
Truckers don’t blink,
Crossing the line
Between “Good buddy”
And “four wheeler in the ditch”
SOUTHWEST OF THE
NORTHEAST (94)
Pecans, both pee cans and pick ahns 91
Are the heart of our diet. Don’t eat them
Unless they fall with the hull. Don’t
Plant other seeds until you see their new
Weathermen buds in Spring
Snicker sneaker! 94
TO
NORTHEASTERN (94)
NORTHERN CENTINEL (94)
PEOPLE FROM FREEZING
NORTHERN NEW ENGLAND (91)
Boy was convicted for atrophy, a trophy 91
NOW THAT’S NOT THE
NORTHERN PERSPECTIVE (94)
NORTHERN TORTURE FOR
NORTHERN PLEASURE (91)
BECAUSE “POETRY IS MADNESS. ART IS TERROR”
NORTHERN (92)
TERROR.
Earth in October dusk 91
Fights
Does not call it
A night
Title Poetry 92
Almost as bad as verse
That isn’t explained
Until the last line
NORTHLAND (91)
So, I think I have your meaning 91
You piss
You sit
You drink
You piss
DON’T FORGET THE
NORTHWEST (93)
THE NORTHWEST GAY AND LESBIAN READER (91)
Making a fuss when I say ugly people should have 91
More rights
NORTHWEST (91)
OF THE
Temptation 91
I was tempted but didn’t write
a “Sonnet on: `Sonnet: On Sonnets”
Was imbued with sense
NORTHWEST (94)
NORTHWOODS (94)
NORTON (93)
LOOKING TO BE SOUTH OF SOMETHING
LOOKS TO
NOSTALGIA (94)
I think “Fuzzy” did too much LSD 92
NOSUKUMO (94)
NOTEBOOK (92)

What’s a guanguanco? 92
What’s a henway?
NOTICE
NOTUS OTHERWIND (94)
Marooned, spare words 91
What is “this”? 94
NOTICE THE SPELLING FOR A BLINDING
NOVA (93)
EXPERIENCE
Subway art graffiti and graft 93
NOW AND THEN (94)
Funny pop machine 91
Popping hilarious caps
Into my head
She, in college, bucked a trend, volunteered to be 92
A capitalist
Good bye Grandpa 94
Good bye Grandma
Good bye Grandma
Good bye Grandpa
YOU
NRG SKYDOG (92)
YOU
HERE IT IS IN A
NUTSHELL (94)
AN ASSHOLE FOR GAY GUYS
The smallest rose in the world was his gift 92
the house, the inheritance, the fooling around
Didn’t matter so much, after he was gone.
THE OAK, THE ACORN (94)
ON
OAK SQUARE (91)
A SORT OF
OASIS (94)
FOR PLAYFUL CHILDREN
NEAR
OBLATES (94)
Okay, okay, you got away, dainty words 92
and faith intact
DRIPPING WATER
SEX ADDICTS IN
O BLEK (OBLIQUE) (93)
PEEKS OF BOO HOO BLACK
Diaphanous diaphram of death’s digressions 92
INVIDIOUS
OBSIDIAN (94)
LINGERIE
OCCIDENT (94)
OVERTAKINGS NOT WITHSTANDING
THIS IS AN
ODYSSEY (93)
I WANT ENDED
OFF OUR BACKS
OFFICE NUMBER ONE (94)
OHIO (94)
PASSES LIKE MEADOWS
Making abstraction of all women 92
In the objecting to fictional objectification
The glistening page is just that, nor subjectivized
Apprehension of what others think.
Poets try that when they begin, before they control
Not only words, but themselves as well.
The poem is always loved for the wrong reasons
The highlit woman becomes more real than
Assonance
Berries without worms will make you crawl 93
Don’t pick black tree berries
Night drops the drapes 94
Lights out
Engines humming in the sky
The shriek of falling secanols
IS NORM TESTED MUSIC
THE SOUL OF
OHIO STATE (94)
THE FACTS OF LIFE THE TYPEWRITER IS TURNING ME ON
BOUNCING LIKE A BAD SUSPENSION
ON A BUMPY ROAD. LET THIS GO
SO THAT
OLD HICKORY (94)
LIKE ME CAN REST IN MY
OLD RED KIMONO (94)
I won’t tell you 94
You must see me
Flashing you but
I love that look
Of surprise
WITH SHARP OLIVE TROUSERS
CREASED IN AN
OLIVE PRESS (94)
OLYMPIA (94)
The memory of your last bitch 94
Red phone rings unanswered
ON THE EDGE (91)
OF
Bad music to do the rebellion thing, today, 91
When parents think all good music is okay
ONCE UPON A WORLD (94)
We didn’t have to hide our flasks in the open 91
Flashing teeth 94
And dental shields
Open
But not unprotected
THE
ONE AND ONLY (92)
CHANCE WE HAD
WAS NOT
ONE EARTH (94)
UNDER A BANNER THAT’S TORN
But, but, a shattered crystal doesn’t define sight 94
ONE (93)
Childhood includes enhanced healing powers 93
There are not two ways to save it
ONIONHEAD (94)
PEELS LAYERS FROM SIMPLICITY
IN THE FIRM PARADOX OF LETTING THEM BE
ALL THE LITTLE CREATURES THAT TRUST
JUST BECAUSE
A bed bomb was inspired by 94
The deal of the century
Even apartheid and loneliness can show up 92
In the same sentence when mood is the moving force
I’M LOST, I’M LOST
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?
ONTARIO (94)
TRYING IN AN
ONTHEBUS BOMBSHELTER (94)
WAY (NO TICKET REQUIRED) TO BE
The birthday boy on a Sopwith Camel 92
(add blood somewhere)
FUNNY NO MORE AN
OPEN HAND (94)
Circle jerk, daisy chain kisses 91
FROM THE
ORACLE (94)
OF OCULAR INVERSION
There’s war 94
After there’s
War with rules
No insult intended, but 92
My mother’s breath wasn’t
Exactly “inspiring”
(It’s supposed to be a joke, mother)
IN A HUMOROUS
ORBIS (94)
HERBAL ORBIT
Crawl/climb 92
Aligned with/against
Rage/blaze
ORCHISES (94)
OR KISSES FOR THE FINDING OF FINE
Opalescent iron blank miles from above 94
Blank brittle ice sea white surface beneath light
Encircled deeper with suffused trees
And the as extends though by the then heavy
And and hard for the
ORE (94)
Eh lah lah woo woo 94
IN THE FINE STATE OF
OREGON (94)
OR ALL ORE GONE
Is lady licking lady 91
Poetry poetry
Because secrets are a romance
That is not mawkishly hacked knees?
EVEN
ORIEL (94)
SAYS “OH, WELL”
I always leave double footprints when I’m welching 94
PLAYING AN
ORPHIC LUTE (94)
Poets always want to revise their acceptance 92
Editors usually want to revise their lives
Waves and wind want to revise the beach
CALLED
ORTALDA (94)
Using slang metaphors as metaphor, 92
Homey plasma ain’t geeking for the beat
WHO THE HECK IS
OSIRIS? (94)
IF IT’S NOT IN MY DICTIONARY IT DOESN’T EXIST
My ear calls 91
Oh! Ooooops should
Be a big name;
Osiris, my ear,
Calls my mouth
To be silent
Translate the poetry 92
Not the meaning
Darkness sparks 93
Fire flies
Wing ding
In car headlights
Niagara Agoraphobia 94
Doubt in a box
Plunging vaccinations
Against the roar of
Virginity
BUT THERE IS ALWAYS THE
OTHER SIDE (94)
Evil playgrounds waiting 92
Niagara calling
Wave crochets the wind
Earth blushing, frost crawling
And I sit writing, frightened,
Inundated, undated, dated, ate D Ted Ed D
WHERE
OTIS CAN RUSH LITTLE ESTER (93)
FLINGING A HAIL MARY
OTTER (94)
PLAY
He dances like a plop of mashed potatoes 94
Sometimes does a two step dollop of cranberry sauce or
The turkey with a hand up it assist
As inspired by (my mother’s breath) by the guy
With the parakeet on his violin bow
During the “Flight of the Bumble Bee”
THAT
OUR FAMILY (94)
Epi Plati pus open me, silly siphon! 93
WOULD NEVER UTTER
OUROBOROS (91)
Jeans or genes with holes in them 91
Fashion for a time when lazy is in
OUT LOUD (94)
OUT (93)
Get into yourself not out to me 91
AS FAR AS THE
OUTERBRIDGE (94)
The guitar understands logarithms better 92
Than the mathematicians understand the glue bacteria
I want to crawl up and have sex with something
How to Imagine Poetry 94
Don’t read these lines
Or any others (but keep that secret
Because , hey, any secret’s fun to the
Hum drum dental student)
THE
OUTREACH (94)
REACHES OUT
Poems are the “show ems” 94
We write every day
If we would have readers
We wouldn’t spend all our fucking time writing
TO THE
OUTRIDER (94)
He slipped away 94
Loud, abruptly, like the cork
He so favored in his red wine.
I sniffed and sipped but passed
On that old bottle
She slipped away 92
Squish, slosh, sliding
On the raspberry lubrication
She so often had caught on her tongue
Between her teeth, like seeds and skin
OVERLOOK TUSK (94)
Tieing up your poetry with sausage links 92
ON THE BLACK RHINO TONE IGNORES THE
OVERTONE SERIES (91)
Sure, sure, love is only pure music 91
When not played or heard or hampered by poetry
OVETA (91)
STRUGGLES
Eggs on chair 91
I sit
Discover them
WITH
OWENS, THE WRITER’S HAVEN, KIDS, EMOTIONS (93)
WITH A MORTGAGE ON
OWL CREEK (94)
WHERE
It is so courageous to visit seduction 94
OXALIS (94)
The dead are protected from living curses 92
But not from the curses of the living
L Lightened (light) 94
M Lightened (might)
N Lightened (night)
OXFORD (94)
MINDS OPEN
Packed court 94
Pact
Packed a punch.
I packed.
FOR
OXFORD (94)
OYEZ (93)
Oh, yes! 93
Oh no!
Yoko
Oh, yes
REMAINS
ACCIDENTS AND…. AND WHAT?
FUCK! I DIDN’T LAUGH ONCE FROM “H” TO “P”!
THIS IS BEGINNING TO BE A BITCH
AND P IS A SON OF A BITCH, PERIOD.
CYCLICAL INDECISION
AH, WELL, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT
LEAVE IT!
(FIVE FUCKIN’ YEARS?)
I’M A HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK
COLLECTING QUOTES
ALLOWING THE WHOLE WORLD
THE HONOR OF WRITING IN ME.
PABLO (94)
I fear I’m lost in your “Son’s Sonnet” 93
Beyond the cosmic quasi’s grid
And the forsaking.
In a Hitchhiker’s Guide like answering way
Was it 42 or 41? Or 27?
Any truth or myth’s okay
In this poetry vacuum
Under an instant sun.
Did you ever pause to think 94
What poetry really is?
A mosquito dance 91
Praying for light
During the night
Epilepsy curse 92
Dropsy lines
Drowned wit mouse
Floating on torpid lines
OF THE
PACIFIC (91)
The scythe and the sickle 91
Have a dirty mythology
ON
PAGE 5 (94)
WOULDN’T WANT TO PUT A
PAINTBRUSH (94)
TO IT, EVEN IF THE SUBJECT
OF HIS STROKES WAS A
PAINTED BRIDE (93)
Grungy leaps into a hole, 92
Not knowing how deep
Boy dirt goes the glint
On the string of spit and tears
And snot on shadowed faces
IN THE
PAINTED HILLS (94)
BELOW NIAGARA FALLS
Air is not a territorial entity 94
It even enters me
UNDER A
PAISLEY MOON (94)
SPOTTED BEHIND
Gibbous Giblets 94
Waxing ears
Gibbous carillon
Waning pond whooshes
Whining
When baby puts her foot down
“No corn colors tonight!”
Knots in wood are dead eyes.
Every dirty space between planks
Is a prison bar.
Every boat on every lake or ocean
Is a forefinger pressed into the Earth’s belly
Every Sunrise covers a gaping black hole
In the universe.
Every bed is a galaxy of insects and germs
Moving the print patterned sheets with vaporous
vibrations.
Every sound tells of the atmosphere splitting in quakes
at various distances,
Here, in paranoia, death poetry.
EVERY CORNER, HE
LET HER USE
HER
PALANQUIN (94)
HARP
If all your strings were plucked right now 94
You’d make an overtone gash into the musical side of love
LET HER USE
PANCAKE (94)
TO COVER EXPERIENCE
SAYS P IS A SON OF A BITCH AND, ANYWAY
I won’t keep a single one 92
Flat and burned
Twisted
Uncooked bubbles
With liquid insides
PANDORA (94)
HAS A STRONG ARM
Armstrong 91
A single leave
Footprint
On moon dust
Left (you’ll never get home on your right, with your
rights)
Under blue? 94
Loam in Heaven
Foam mattress of a meadow
Home
DISTRACTED AGAIN, SHE HAD
OPENED HER BOX BEFORE
FOR A
PANHANDLER (94)
WITH BIG EYES
AND LONG HAIR
How nicely farted the moon an orange fog, 94
But “poached” encroached
On the Cutty Sark mist,
Eggs running catsup,
Wrecking the bouquet,
Had him stumbling into a bloodshot day
PLAYING THE
PANJANDRUM (94)
IN GREECE BY SOME
PANTHEON (94)
INTO
PAPER AIR 91
HIS TEETH IN A
PAPER BAG (94)
OUT OF THE WAY
Road kill poetry 94
The pus of squeezed pimples
We make new words 92
So the syllables will fit
syntaxscrawlwording
WHILE
THE PAPER RADIO (94)
SUN
RADIATED
Kvatch kopf 92
Quackery
GUM DISEASE FROM TOO MANY
PAPER SALAd (94)
SANDWICHES
TWIG FOLIAGE, CUCUMBER PEELS
FOR ROUGHAGE
Escher “rivers 92
Falling through the sky”
Of perspective
Blue eyes surround me
Interior rain
Fills my cold brown
Foothills
I start each line with a preposition 93
Or an article or a conjunction
Or a pronoun that takes direction
From an internal sense
Or order trying to get out
And into the world
When I picture strawberry leviathan cheesecake
On the horizon of his darkening mouth
AND TOO MANY SWEETS
TO STIFFEN HIS
PAPIER MACHE (94)
Yeah, Dad should have used better mosquito repellant 92
I go watchless 94
The future is measured
By no ticking clock
The past sounds no longer of “tick tock”
And today there is too much to do
IN THE
PARADISE (92)
PARAGON (94)
HER
PARANOIA BACKDROP (94)
PEAKS WHEN HER PABLO
SPEAKS OF THE PAST
Got a quarter smile from me. 93
There is no need here for a semi colon(;)
Which, when well used, is such a treat;
It is ice cream when you’re not thirsty,
Dripping on an outstretched tongue,
A real recognition of attention and care
SHE TRIES TO FORGET
Herpes hickies 94
Smiling glint
Of corporate bureaucracy
I usually get dinner and flowers before…
PARIS (94)
PARIS (94)
AND
PARNASSUS (94)

Fashion some lines 94
That show your tits
And make Elsa
Klentch
Ineluctable Joyce 92
Crawls on the grass
Like a cherry blossom
So what, to your artsy fartsy abstraction? 91
Three naked girls used to dance
In the bouncing geometric refraction
When the four o’clock sun hit all the cut crystal
Every afternoon, in the windows of Rainbow Time,
Running colors colliding on sweet young flesh
PARNASSUS (94)
WITH NO KISSES NO
PARTING GIFTS, MARCH (94)
Fast fuck forever good bye 92
A firm handshake and a steady look
Would have done as well
MATCH
FIGHTING A
PARTISAN (94)
GAME OF “I KNOW NOTHING
BETTER THAN YOU DO”
That’s a lie! 92
You weren’t wandering.
You were casing the country,
Looking for booty … I mean (beauty)
I mean, beauty
THEY SMELL YOU
THEY SMELL
PASQUE PETALS (94)
Pyromaniac 92
Match
Fiery
Sex
Nymphomaniac
No porno, honey tongue, 94
Just fat women, left, for littler ones
AND TALK
ABOUT HOW WE ALL ARE LIKE
PATRIOTS
LIKE THE
PASSAGER (94)
WHO HAS NO TICKET BUT PRIDE
AND LISTENS TO ONLY ONE CONDUCTOR
ON A TRAIN FILLED WITH DUCK BILLED, BLUE HATS
“PASSAGES NORTH” (94)
THEY SHOUT IN A CHORUS
Lips lock on shoes 93
Eyeballs crushed on carpet
Under mouth
Stock shock 92
The blood stroke
Spoke in a heartbeat
The broker broke
The bad news
On a black day
Putting her on her back
Speechless
Peachless
Each less
Ach! Less
Chess moves
To make tomorrow
Dune cradles 94
Sand cracks
Under inverted
Sky, dripping
Foam
“NEXT STOP,
PASSAIC” (93)
These could be the lines of a living man. 92
Shit, man, I’ll listen the best I can,
Will understand the mirror,
As it reflects what I think I am.
THEY ACT LIKE THEY’RE ON
SOME TRACK, SOME REAL
PATH (94)
THAT’S BEEN DEFINED BY THE
PAUPER’S (93)
LIFE
Mobius 92
Stripped
For his pleasure
Stuck saying those same damn lines 93
Over and over, operatic, it
Is immortality
Of costumes and scenery more
OF
PEACE AND FREEDOM (93)
FROM RESPONSIBILITY
Still the still confusion 93
Still the still is unused, still,
Silent still, distilled still in
The unstill still, encore
Stripped lines like these? 92
Hold your hostage still? 93
Be heard in the motherland? 94
AS IF POLITICS AND THE IDEA OF MONEY, THE BURDEN OF WEALTH,
WERE MERELY A
PEACE FARM (94)
AND ALL THAT MATTERED WAS
“Packing for Somalia” 94
no
“PACKING FOR PEKING”
The crude statue, white,
Keeps falling in my head
The white of the suitcase
Is not pure white like that,
Under the tanks’ lights
My underwear are not white like that.
How can I travel?
THE SEEDS OF SOME POTENTIAL
PEACE (94)
PEACEMAKING (94)
SOMEWHERE, SOME TIME
BUT NOT NOW!
every now and then, for a few minutes i do get to
be myself again
PEACOCK (93)
PECKS AT
The steam in your moustache 93
Sticks to you like Winter love
A steam that recycles and starts again.
A
PEARL (94)
THERE, THINKING IT ONLY
Salt, 94
Sand,
Shapes to lick
You search for yourself 93
Without seeing your father,
Mortar and brick hands,
Squish, squish, stroke,
Tweek, nibble; he did
Have other rhythm
Practiced laying more than bricks,
With kisses and butterfly fingers
All over your mother’s breasts,
Squeek, squish, circle around.
Licking, sand sometimes,
Memories and houses
Were not all he built,
All he left,
His only healing art.

I sucked your toes 91
You sucked mine
Then you went home
And wrote down lies.
Bare feet 92
Inserted into the maiden
Sea
A
PEBBLE (93)
OF GREAT VALUE (93)
TO HIS STOMACH OR HIS WALLET
GLITTERING BETWEEN CROOKED TOES.
THAT’S WHAT THE
PECKERWOOD (94)
HAS TO SAY ABOUT REALITY;
IT IS SO OFTEN EATEN
AND RECYCLED OUT THE OTHER END
Journal poetry 92
Immortalizing a moment
And your eyes again
Dickweed 94
Peckerwood
No line to remember
Just another list
Of picture words,
With “I”s like hers
FLYING AWAY
PEGASUS (94)
ESCAPES THE ATMOSPHERE
BEFORE PLOP DROPS
Tight voice 94
Luminous
Drippings of dew
Off leaves
Dawn
Drenched in muted
Cock a doodles
UV 200 shawl shoulder 91
SUBSTANCE
PEGASUS (94)
SHIMMERING, STOMPS THE
POLITICS OF POVERTY
FLYING OUT OF THE TRANSFORMATION
INTO NOTHING LIKE HAPPINESS
NOTHING LIKE BLISS
Why plant and plow 93
For Hemlock now
When poison is so
Omnipresent? Ho ho.
No! 91
Time has its way
Of making us forget
Why we were together.
Come on! Tell the truth!
Not me! 92
Leave the leaf tears 94
And leaf smoke and leaves alone
THE
PELICAN (94)
WANTS PLASTIC SURGERY
FROM SOME BROKER
NAMED
PEMBROKE (94)
BECAUSE EVEN IF THERE
IS NO FIRE IN HIS GUT
Addicted, you can’t tell what’s enough 92
From what’s snuff.
“Snuff snot! That’s snuff snot!”
“It’s not! It’s not snot.”
“It’s snot.”
“It’s not snuff snot; It’s not snot
It’s not. Now that’s enough.”
“It’s not, that’s snuff.”
“That’s enough!”
“That’s snuff. That’s snot so it’s snuff snot.”
“It’s not Well… It’s snot alright but it’s not
Snuff snot. There’s not enough snot for it to be
Snuff snot, there’s not.”
“That’s snuff, is it not?”
“That’s enough, okay? I’ll say it’s snuff,
Even though it’s not snuff, if you’ll say it’s enough.”
“It is enough snot to be snuff snot, so I don’t have to
Say it’s enough of this because it’s not, it’s snot.”
“That’s enough snuff stuff.”
“No, it’s not. It’s snot until you wipe it, so
It’s not until you wipe it so that I don’t have to look
At it. Then I’ll say it’s enough, but now it’s snuff
On the tip of your nose and snot on your lip.”
“I’ll wipe the snot, but it’s not snuff.”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
THE
PENDRAGON (94)
MENTALITY RAGES AND WISHES
LIKE OCEAN WAVES SWISH AND ROAR
ONE STORY ONLY
Ring around the campfire 94
Pocket full of ___(blank)___ shit?
I decree there will be
Time and, well, …. that’s it!
COMBINING RACISM AND DIVERSITY
PENNINE (94)
COMPLACENCY
Third Line Horizon 94
Third line
The picture line
Skywheel Sunlight spokes spinning
To turn an image
For half figured philosophy
I’M SO TIRED OF THESE “P” WORDS
AND “P” POETRY, SO,
TAKE A “P”. GIVE A “P”
WHAT’S A “P” BETWEEN FRIENDS?
ON A
PENNINE PLATFORM (94)
(I wish.) 92
A cute political awareness 93
Bouncing against my conventions
A Vision of Cal 94
Clothier
Zipping up
My miniskirt
Blanched
Eyes
Jerking
His breathing
Gratitude
THE TRAIN REACHES
PENNSYLVANIA (94)
AND AGAIN
PENNSYLVANIA (94)
IT’S A WIDE STATE
OF THE CONTRACTILE MIND
Existential Closet 92
Solipsistic
Son of a cedar
Get back into your closet!
Hairpie Discrete 94
Munch, munch
Eat a world
Lunch, lunch
With a girl
I don’t care
How much you weigh
I’ll lunch and munch you everyday
PUTTING UP A
PENNYWHISTLE (92)
PENSAR (91)
PENSIVE (92)
Slow Thinking 92
Using Einstein equations
To reach past the heavens?
PENTAGRAM (93)
TO FRIGHTEN THE
PENUMBRA (94)
OF NOT QUITE OUTSIDERS
The same essential stillness 94
A brassiere cutting off circulation
CAPTURING SOULS IN A
PEOPLENET (94)
THAT
One little piggie 92
Got slippery
Bud didn’t bloom 94
Because he wasn’t everyone’s
Buddy
NEVER WAS ANYTHING LIKE A
PEP (94)
RALLY
Pep tide 94
Pep toe
Abysmal depth
Of endless murky streams
Clamped pep tight
At the feel of warm waves
Peppy prep for evacuation
PEQUOD (94)
HOUSES CLATTERING AROUND
ON RAINY BRAIN STORM DAYS
Boot follows 92
The beat
Of the dancing
Vein
OUR
PERCEPTIONS (94)
ARE TWISTED
In wishbone configurations 93
Stretched wings
Resilience
Doesn’t have
To be
Concession
“Get your fish here!… yes,
We have no hot dogs.”
Bird brained lines 94
But still, but soft
Fly over my mountains;
I’ll be your baby
Untitled by Pussy Slashing 92
Flighty heart
And whole being
Buy a ticket on a jet plane
Fly an ache to Ecktar
TO
PEREGRINE (94)
HUNTER VISION
A Nancy By Any Other Name
Oh, Emily, where are you now?
Shrubbery verity 94
“Ni!”
And humming bird farts
For a whiff of the arts
“Ni!”
Amherst is buried under snow
But the pantyhose still come out
To aim a dart
In broccoli directions.
Asparagus takes years
To root and settle
While Carol contrives herself
As a hummingbird feeder
“Ni!”
Between two of them
Grateful
Cheese
Licking up dew
Sentences.
Verbs have or do
Dart up
Dart up!
Down boy.
Climb a tree.
Naaaaannncy! 91
How many times do I have to tell you
You don’t have to leave open the bathroom door
To swim through it?
AND
PERIVALE (92)
VISION HUNTER
CLAWS AT EMPTY AIR IN
Da nang 92
Da nang
A burst and a bang
Politics tosses
A grenade of losses
Now,
How does your poetry
Hang?
PERMAFROST (94)
How many names for snow do you know? 92
COOLS THE HEART OF THE
PERMEABLE HERMIT, UNOFFICIAL PUCK, IRREPRESSIBLE (94) I spit on the wand 94
Of the blonde
PERSEA (94)
MY
PET (94)
Fat people 94
Eat
Cat food
Pet 92
Pit
Bit
Bet
PETERLOO (92)
URINAL
EATING
PETRONIUM (94)
IN LIEU OF WATER
PHANES (93)
ON BAY WINDOW PANES
MATCHING
PHASE AND CYCLE (94)
OF HURRICANE LIGHTNING
WITH UNHEARD THUNDER
Unified field 91
Of glass
(W)Holism
PHILOMEL PHILMATHEAN (93)
Hey, you with the scabbed nose, 91
I gotta Daddy too
And polyester daffodils
16 tons 93
And I filla
My gut.
Yeah,
Like a lepton flowerburst
PHILOMEL (94)
PHLEBAS (94)
PHLEGM
Flack into Marcuse in a geodesic dome 94
And not even the red, red of blood
Red roses or a steak dinner, beforehand,
Before hands and geodesic shrapnel hit.
PHOEBE (94)
SNOW SOLD OUT TO WINTER SLUDGE
THAT BROWN THAT SITS ON THE
CURBS UNTIL SPRING
FORCES
It’s Lot in a car lot 93
Of clavicles (semantic z’s and x’s)
WATER TO COME OUT OF HIBERNATION
The Grumbler 93
Sweat crack
Texas chapped
Dick
LIKE A
PHOENIX BROADSHEET NEW BROOM PRIVATE PRESS (94)
To Withstand 93
Sliding dew
Darkest stars touch
Moon eyed crescent hill
An endless girl
On could not nights
Of a gentle hand
Touch my sad
Forsythia
N Dear 91
Older,
I endear them to me,
Me to them, with
Cuddles and massage
Alcoved All 94
Dragonfly heart
Behind
Peering sunrise
Awaiting more universe
One shore
One one one one
PHOENIX (94)
SWEEPS
Pretty shabby grace 94
To forget
A last embrace
PIE POETRY IMAGERY AND EXPRESSION (93)
PISSED INTERCOURSE EXPULSION
WHO CARES ABOUT INTERCOURSE?

MOST OF THE WORLD EXPLOITS WOMEN’S
WEAKNESSES. HERE, WE EXPLOIT
THAT WEAKNESS, TOO.
ANY SISTER WHO DENIES IT, LIES
PIEDMONT (94)
Stress 94
Our our is less of a mess
Our hour is not this dress
Hour hour of naked distress
Zero
Hour
Our dirty dishes break we’re less
Our hour, day , week, month, year, decade at this address
I feel too bad to feel like a dirty picture 92
I feel too bad to write about how bad I feel
I feel……
Fine, but 91
Up what stream
Can we hide
Kansas?
PIG IRON (94)
MAKES NO
Too nice to dice 93
Stone lamps in small rooms
Dim song
Dim song 94
Schewan Goose
In sweet and sour
Tones of lonely
One plate dinners
Sip slag 91
If
Slip sliding away
Dim song 92
Ended at an arbitrary point
Called a period.
PIKESTAFF (94)
STRONG ENOUGH
TO CREASE THE HEART
OF UNREALITY WITH A SOCIAL WOUND
Pom poms and poems 92
On pretty legs
In pretty lines of
Please, release me!
PIKEVILLE STATION (94)
I STARTED THIS, BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SISTERS BEING RAPED?
WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER THINGS THAT MAKE THIS UNIMPORTANT?
WE TALK FAT AND
PINCHGUT (94)
TO DISTRACT US
AND Ps ARE STILL A SON OF A BITCH
PINEHURST (94)
Whose waves crush? 94
Hose waves crush
Hose aves rush
S ave r us
S ave us
Save us from mothers who write poetry
About leaf demons that “stir young boys’ blood”
PIPE SMOKER’S EPHEMERIS (94)
Some Machine, Any Machine That Works 92
It worked for me, too 92
Then clang! Wheeze, wheeze.
EMPHYSEMA
PIRATE (94)
Mold to fill 94
Old to ill
D o ll
D o
PIROGUE (91)
PITT (94)
PINT, SOLD AS A
PITTSBURGH QUART (94)
Art as dog moose fly 93
You bust the hymen 94
Of your children’s minds
“Null brown … cellulose…
Reclaiming” yourself.
PIVOT (94)
ON FUCK WORDS
What’s hard to accept 92
Is the gums giving up
A PLACE FOR POETS (91)
BETWEEN TEETH, TO BE FLOSSED.
Redefining Slavery, Defining Comfortable 91
At fundraisers
Politicians straddle
Fund razors
WE LONG FOR THE
PLACE IN THE WOODS READ AMERICA (94)
May poetry 94
April dance to
March music?
ALONGSIDE
May 94
April dance or
March in
June or
July, by the
August mansion called
September?
THE
PLAINS (94)
It must be nice 93
To be so sure of what poetry is
Species: Poet 94
His lines are arachnid
Ararat on a rat’s ass
Like antelopes loping
Over a cliff edge
If edited to the swansong
Of an Anatidae
Tick tock 91
Life is lingering
Softening the blow, tones, touch 92
Of yielding to impending sin
No,
Of yielding to an offending son
No,
Of yielding to my display of spinning pasties
No,
Of yielding to the waiter’s tray of pastries
FUCK!
THIS IS JUST A MERCY FUCK,
HONEY,
DON’T GET ALL EXCITED.
A
PLAINSONG (94)
I Put The Woman and The Fireplace Into The Title 92
of a Poem, Felt Free, For Once, And Did Not Need To Go
Further
REINVENTED US AS
PLAINSONGS (94)
OFTEN DO,
So the plane’s belly 92
Can be a poetic belly, huge, metallic
The large curd of her anxiety 94
Bubbles the surface of the skin.
Always Begging That They Go to Vegas 91
Gambler’s paradise
Gives them the only hope
They have ever found
And been able to hold onto
MAKING A WOOD NYMPH
I reach for her nippled flares, 93
Burn my fingers on the yellowed skin
PLAINSWOMAN (93)
OF MY SISTER
PLANTAGENET (94)
THROWING HAIR EXTENSIONS OUT
OF THE
PLASTIC TOWER (94)
After Children’s Day
I am stuffed turkey on token gifts
Candy caned into a corner
Egg nogged out of excitement
Tinselled to the tonsils
Mulled by make believe smiles
Fruitcake filled
Tied up to my neck
In Christmas credit
You pass your eyes
Over that poem
And wish it were
A sketch.
AN EMPTY SHELL INHABITANTS ARE RETURNING TO
PLEIADES (92)
PLOUGHSHARES. (94)
PLOVER (CHIDORI) (91)
INTERVIEWED ON OFRAY WHIMPERY,
TO WHOM I WILL REMAIN
A MAMA MUFF,
SPORT PLAYTHINGS
FOR A DOG OR TWO
DONE IN DOGGIE STYLE
VARIATIONS
My, my, my 91
There are seven syllables
In the line above (here, too!)
MY BROTHER
THE PLOWMAN (94)
WELCOMES THEM WITH
Death, sickness, philosophy 94
All become unreal when the doctor
Labels you
A
PLUM REVIEW (94)
Early October in Intercourse 93
Mid May in Maggie’s Nipple
Breaking wind in Barcelona
Did you go there for the foot tar?
How sweet is a Pennsylvania memory?
It is
Monday in Montauk
And why did I come here?
I’m uncertain about the expenditure 92
Of all this time taken to make up
Smooth and rhythmic internal rhyme without
Enjambment, clich, or sentiment,
About all this time spent, words worked at hard
To appear simply worked out, having, as I do,
So little, of substance, to talk about
And, feigning distress, no one to address.
Oh me, oh my! It’s time now to say good bye,
But let me take this opportunity to end on a sour note
And not the kind I make, sucking lemons.
America as a Plant Dethroned in Latin 94
Am I supposed to understand
America’s in trouble, any more clearly,
Aided by lines about crownless willows?
AND A CLEAN
POCAHANTAS (94)
POCKET INSPIRATIONS (92)
POEM (94)
Actions are something else 94
The arrow is so much that is not poem
Paper on concrete instead of concrete on paper
Designing instead of finding words
Now your “beauty” is controlled 91
By the hairdresser’s words of praise?
In all thy orisons be the virgin remembered 92
POEM FACTORY (91)
OLFACTORY INFINITY
UNLIKE THE
POEMS FOR A LIVABLE PLANET (94)
Using paper to protest 94
The cutting of trees
BUT
POET (94)
Sun, 93
Roots growing into eclipsing
Air soup haze
Today you are more fiery
Than friend
An arachnid mandible
Chewing away at
Our butterfly cocoon
Fickle music lover 94
Haunted by the ghosts
Of one note after another
Haunted, exorcised, haunted, exorcised
Because there has to be something
To fill the silences
Tonight the moon is a bird 93
Tonight the moon is a flower
Tonight the moon is a puppy
Tonight the moon is an aardvark’s hum
Oh, yeah The mango lady be so happy 92
Smiling for you with her sticky fingers
She not fuckin’ for your inspiration
And entertainment. She just fuckin’ smiling.
So you can write her teeth as “like piano keys”
EVEN
POET AND CRITIC (94)
Stereos and steroids 92
We buy, buy, buy.
POET GALLERY (93)
TYPE
Charlemagne and Mary, Queen, 93
Were up my line, my tree.
In diminishing heraldry
The branches became broken
Or preachers or teachers
Or farmers who loved their
Mastery of the land
Labored as slaves to bring
In the crop, crumbled, like Rome
Into ruin and a new kind
Of concrete royalty
POET INTERNATIONAL (91)
POET LORE (94)
Professions of love 92
Swim down your throat,
Amy? Do the bubbles
Tickle your nose?
POET PAPERS (94)
POETIC JUSTICE (92)
Dawn pushes down; 91
Darkness drops into the West
Warm dark 92
Worm dark
Warm dirk
Worm dirt
Wart worm
Dark work
Duck pucky 91
Eyes are stuck shut
Waking up from deep dreams
Poetic Prejudice 92
Sleep, wake, dawn
That’s the poetic time
OF
THE POETIC KNIGHT (94)
BROTHERHOOD
Mud stygma, moss sygmata 93
Mystic sty in the eye
Astigmatism of sunshine
Water
Ice and Crystal 92
Break
Trying to bond
“Put ‘er into third, baby!” she cackles, with lust 94
FORGETTING
POETIC LICENSE (94)
“Rock me like 94
Hypocrisy! Oh, yeah.”
RIDING OFF THE
POETIC PAGE (94)
Bambi met the X men 94
On a Bohemian Rhapsody
With Garth in a bath
Of mail to Wayne’s World
When all of a Vanna
Was spread out with staples
To tempt Tony the Tiger
Into meaningless Cher care
Products for hair and skin
And I’ve never met them
And hope to forget them
And at least save some memory
For me
I would rather have heard those old men’s stories 92
in that poetic post office than the fact that you
remember men, there, enhancing the flag with them.
…..Or Other Titles, Heads Without Bodies 94
(But Not Without Tales)
IN HOT,
POETIC PURSUITS (91)
FOR HALF PRICED SUITS
If you have to pretend 91
And imagine metaphor and imagery
Pretend/imagine that this is poetry
On Bumble Bee Tears 91
Sad dew drops
Without salt to sting
TAKING
POETIC POTSHOTS
INTO
POETIC SPACE (94)
This poem has the quality of Sears aluminum siding 93
Of color safe detergent for dangerous Spandex
Hiding the hormone depletion
We are licking the oilspot on the cement driveway
Of the service area, touching the skin
Of an orange
That only reflects green
Vibrations of the ozone
In an awful uncola
Reebok Relationship
That’s democracy now 92
Don’t shoot them,
Silence them
Make other people
Deaf to their words
If you don’t like
Their poetry
Make paper and postage
Expensive
Per New 94
Spec Dif
Few rest 92
Actual pour
Compassion blood
Then quiet
Silenced words
POETICAL HISTORIES (94)
MELDING WITH ROMANCE INTO A
POETPOURRI (94)
Eeeek! ezrat nicknii 93
Mockla ma meeze tani
Zala forzoon love chinna
Zepflund poofff oooh ah
Rumors of the Ball 91
Bounce off of her
Champagne stained gown.
A drunken nose sniffs her cleavage
During a short waltz
Arms and shouts all around
2 seconds to go. 1 point down
And Akheem throws to Samson….
Shit! Missed alley oop(s).
Big/little disPLACEment 94
The sophisticated lie 91
Always was a modeled
Version of the truth
Butt on 92
Button
Not tub,
But ton
On Butt.
Butt on
Button
OF SENTIMENTAL
POETRY (94)
Holy shit! 70,000 poetry submissions a year to read 94
And still touting your Prufrock prize?
DEDICATED PRIZES
Prufrock 94
Was his
Proof
LIKE POETRY BENCHES
AT UNIVERSITIES
Line line word word (I’m alluding to something right here, 94
right now with these very words)
Line line line (I’m alluding to someone I love)
Line line line (This is and allusion to someone I respect)
Line line line (Time for an allusion to a Greek Myth)
Line line line (How can you possibly think homosexuality is
in here?)
WHERE NOVEL BUILDINGS ALL HAVE NAMES
Let’s go, you and I 94
Like a yo yo and a dodo
To the brink of our love
Or maybe to the Stop and Go
POETRY AND AUDIENCE PELICANS (94)
Skeleton of Poetry 94
Sel e ton of poetry
A sip of tension lessened 92
Left lifted, absence took us,
Our glasses left grazing her
Thundercloud toockus
BECOMING SO IMMERSED
THAT A
POETRY BREAK (94)
Men 91
To smell you is to
Want to sneeze and cough,
Hold perfumed fingers
Under my nose, while
Escaping
SPLITS HIM (MY BROTHER) IN TWO
If I were the tampon inside you 93
I would suck your insides dry
And cause those intense looks of near pain on your face
As I entered and exited you
AND NOW HE’S FLOATING
IN PARTS IN LIMBO
If I were the latex of your condom
I would squeeze you tight, in support,
And cause you to stand up straight,
Before you shrivel with bad posture
My men call me goddess 94
So they can believe themselves gods
Fire pit 92
Spit fire
Valhalla was conceived 91
When war was not a lie
Now men deceived
(And women too)
Talk peace before they die
Hidden, peace 92
Is innundated
By surrounding words
WAITING FOR A
POETRY CONNEXION (94)
SO HE CAN CALL HIMSELF SOMETHING
Wants (94)
Patient poets
Who are voluntarily committed
Or in tents but accessible
(With a phone or mailbox)
So they can get in tush
POETRY DURHAM (94)
They do not dare you to pick them, 92
They dare you to name them
POETRY EAST (94)
I got bombed 92
Hiding from the bomb
HE DOESN’T CARE
AS LONG AS HIS BIG BANG,
HIS
POETRY EXPLOSION (94)
REJOINS HIS BITS TO BECOME A
Color and flower based 92
Poetry is not racism
But is something like it
VERSE VERSUS VERSATILE
POETRY FORUM (94)
FOR HIM
POETRY FOR RUM
“Hit me rather than ignore me” 94
I’ve got lots of bruises
POETRY FER GIN
Dueling scars 93
Are no longer
In fashion
Nor shorter
Naked
(And new knitted flesh
Doesn’t put up much
Of a fight anyway)
POET FURRY FER RYE
FOREBEARING FOR BEER
Son being sad at your death 93
Is your reason for life?
DROWNING
POETRY HALIFAX (92)
I’m sorry he died, but on the ice 91
He was skating toward the shore
Maybe he slid to the other side
Without bruising his bum
SO,
FAX ME A FORTUNE COOKIE
Hockey Huff 91
A dead star, a lost game:
It’s all the same
Without a name
And such a shame
That you’re to blame
With your sick puck,
Your tight wrapped stick,
Skating the circled ruts,
Like you’re lame,
On pale blue lines,
Tinted tame
IN
POETRY IRELAND (93)
NOVEL ISLAND
OR IN
POETRY KANTO (94)
TIME CHANGING PEOPLES’ LIVES AS
TIME CHANGING CAN DO
Pine tree
Pinefore
Pine for
Perfectly
Penned
Pretend pig
Porcupine
Pilots
Porous pock marked
Potato
Perversion???
TIME CHANGING
Perverse pine
With pens poking it
Into permanence
A pen porcupine
Of piggy poets
That pine over yew.
POETRY MAGIC (93)
Poetry in this book should do something shouldn’t it? 92
BUT FOR NOW HE REMAINS
POETRY MISCELLANY (93)
Peppering Snowblower is the Wrong Title for This Poem 93
Cheap fashion coat
To last only one Winter
Of no particular season
(ing)
SLEEPING IN PIECES OF TATTERED EMOTION JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR
OF A
POETRY MOTEL, IN A SUBURBAN WILDERNESS (94)
A REGULAR SUBURBAN
EXTRA URBAN
EXTRA BOURBON
SUBURBAN WILDERNESS
Fun 94
eral
Flow
ers
Proccess
ional
Into
lerable
Re
Lease
UNABLE TO NATURALIZE HIM
HE’S STILL SCATTERED BETWEEN
POETRY NEW YORK (94)
The second month plus one second 94
Of separation
AND
POETRY NIPPON (94)
THE BUTT (OF WHAT JOKE?)
What’s the matter 94
In mind and matter?
Who will/would mind
The soul?
Every moment is enshrined 92
In the Great Grandfather clock
What are translations of poetry? With sounds and words and
sense changed? Is this long series of words I’ve written a
translation of my interpretation?
AND
POETRY NORTHWEST (94)
BUT NOT SOUTH OF THE NORTH NORTHWEST
AND BITS ARE SCATTERED TO
POETRY NOTTINGHAM (94)
WHERE HE FORGETS KNIGHTHOOD FOR
People watching 94
Is more than
Fan
Fare
Fan
Tasy
Talking to Plants 91
I love you still
Shriveling, losing rigidity
Or turgid tonnage, filled with life fluid.
I wet you down and purr to you
And say how pretty you are
But I never seem to treat you
Nicely enough
To get you to buy that new, yellow car
THE
POETRY OF THE PEOPLE (94)
I’ll bet someone there 92
Was staring at your tits and ass
AND GATHERED A BIT TOGETHER,
NO LONGER KNIGHT BUT RIGHT,
AT LEAST, OUR QUESTOR BECOMES
POETRY ONLY (93)
But the rich pay 92
For translations
Of the poetry of poverty
A REGULAR
POETRY PEDDLER, A MEDLEY OF ELECTRIC SNOWBOUND LINES (93)
Cocaine stapled 93
There’s snot
Much in
The baby face
She’s a high classed hooker 92
She gets a paycheck
Again, 93
Is
Grey
Entering
Blank
Lighter later?
Self inflicted, perfect lips 91
Hard tunnel for my choo chew
Tooth impressions, scrape marks
Balloon lips bought
Deflated
NO LONGER
POETRY PLUS (94)
Had to Give This Title of “Poem”, So You’d Know
A
Few words
In
A column
Train of Thought 94
Train, train,
On track,
Stops
At the station
A Poet Poem 93
Ponder
O
Us
About
Paradox of proportions
KNIGHT OR ANYTHING ELSE
OKAY LET’S
POETRY REVIEW PUFFIN UNDERGROUND (93)
DRAG IN, IN, IN
How much poetry fits into a box? 92
POETRY SOUTH (91)
POETRY TODAY (92)
No smut here 92
Sluts think of death angels
Mourners fear a slip of the tongue
POETRY USA POETS FOR PEACE POETRY FOR PLANETARY SURVIVAL (94)
Rock and Roll with save 94
Capitalism?
No, baby, just repeat
And repeat and repeat
With a good downbeat
I called your name. 92
It was an answer
So beautiful
It had no question
POETRY VOICE (92)
What’s a dead man a metaphor for?
FROM
POETRY WALES (94)
POETRY WAILS
POETRY WHALES
No one likes to be lonely 92
YES
POETRY (94)
Wiz ards 93
Wizz
Whiz
Waterloo overtones 94
Playing garden stones
Tragic recital
Toadie dances
POETRY WORLD (91)
POETRY (92)
The bitch asked me to blow away 92
Her husband because she didn’t
Want to leave him ( for a dyke )
AND
POETS AT WORK (94)
I almost liked it. Could you care? 94
I wish you were here or I was there
Romance them would rhyme with commitment
As I entered and left your dreams
And all old flames would warm us
If you were she who touches me
And not some poetic notion (potion)
I’m sorry your father had to die. 91
What does life mean to you now?
You almost loved me? Did I know? 94
I almost loved your poetry. Did you know?
POETS OF NOW (92)
He pictures them
Fucking in Heaven
At closing time
POETS ON (94)
PEDESTALS
Last line 94
Red herring
This is about the first line of this
Narration Shivers 92
Ambiguity
Is not automatically
Art
Memory 94
Casting a draft
Raisins swallow me
Dipping wet crackers in the Brie
I’m a jacket that’s worn wrinkled
The Lawrence Welk of half berries
Your ears bend to listen to Lee
Clinging to fistsful of rocky road ice cream
Widow’s walk tongue slides
Walk tongue!
Don’t get caught in the plosives
POETS PAINTERS COMPOSERS (94)
Wax impressions 91
Of wax (waning)
Screen 94
Door
To technocracy
2D 91
Be me
Reality
D3 (and dimension 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & etc.)
POETS PEN (94)
WITHOUT POSSESSION
POET’S REVIEW (94)
Captain’s not a lad 92
Too bad
POETS’ ROUNDTABLE (94)
POGMENT (93)
MAKE A
POINT (94)
OF THE
Between 94
Skin
Razor’s edge
Skin
Prime evil gives 93
Purple eyes the taste
For revenging
Gull 94
Makes passes at me
Screaming
Obscenities
Bad Neighborhood 93
Bad is not “bad”
When it eats itself
At the void’s 94
Edge
The campfire
Eve of Guilt 93
Eve of Guilt
Spell, mailed into candlelight
Apples mulled over the
Guilt of Eve
THE POINTED CIRCLE (94)
Liquor 94
Left no room to
Lick her
Spinning, spinning, spun
Hot Dog 92
“Lain out naked and long”
Without a good bun
I wished there were catsup,
Mustard, but most of all,
Relish
POKED WITH STICKS (93)
Boil That Baby In Water 93
The sun’s a disinfectant
For your crass crybaby wounds
Fly jokes inside
Cracked fortune
Cookie
Moon
The Moon isn’t out tonight
But if it were it wouldn’t be
A festering boil or a simple boil on the bottom
Before it bursts because
The moon has sharp edges
Even in the haze; A boil is soft
And squishy when not aroused
POLYFIDELITOUS PEP TALK (91)
POLYPHONIES (94)
SLAM AGAINST A
PORTABLE WALL (94)
CALLED
Potable Poetry 92
By Wilbur in the woods by a stream
Zapper bulldogs 94
A mucus wet sky
Won’t release the harvest moon
PORTLAND (92)
PORTLAND (94)
Never Say Never 94
“Nothing is right”
This Spring, but you don’t write (or do you?) that
“Nothing is left”
TRAITOR, CONCENTRATING ON
PORTRAITS (92)
OF POOR TRAITS,
Braless 92
Does the best poetry
Speak “best
With its body?”
POST INDUSTRIAL (94)
POTATO EYES NIGHTSHADE (94)
Almost Obscenity 91
Scythes lopping
Dancing Jersey
Udders
Milking girls
Resurrection of tuberous fibrils 94
No Freud in the closet
Not the one without clothing, dark
Enough to imagine our existence,
But here, alive again
POTES AND POETS ABACUS (93)
CUSSING
POTPOURRI (94)
The Old burned estate 94
Of “that thief”,
Blaze
Browning the edges 93
Of a light ray’s paint
Made glossy to remember
Grandma
POTTERSFIELD PORTFOLIO (92)
No Traction In Mud 92
Tractor
Tract
Detractor
POULTRY (94)
How About Sirius Poetry? 94
Nova magenta
Sweet cracker nut
Black holes
Gamma raise
Constellations of praise
Hey, shit wit, if the shoe fits, poop in it 91
Now I have to look up “arn”? 93
RATHER THAN
POWER ANIMAL (94)
POETRY
To Ron, 93
Poverty is not just a mental illness (as some say it is)
But is dirty, too
After Line 2, I Give Up 92
Rhythm making soul shaking
Phrases forming words conforming
And then there’s this dragon
Stuck in my tea cup
(Which, by the way, is porcelain
So you know I’m not merely some bohemian)
Picture pick picture 94
Mood mood mood move mood mood mood
Theme in six syllables
PRACTICAL MYSTIC (91)
PRAIRIE FIRE (94)
LIT
Almost 94
Glasnost
Mood Changer 92
Popping poetry
Like it was
Pills
PRAIRIE JOURNAL (92)
BURNING
The bullet stuck under his dick. 92
He lived flaccid
PRAIRIE (94)
BALLADS
I’m so tired of this flatness!!!!!!!! 92
And poems that make fun of fatness
PRAIRIE SCHOONER (94)
SAILING ALONG
I’m tired of people dying!!!!!!!!!!! 91
What do we have here?
Words to remember
People
Or
People
To remember words?
Say Fou! 94
For form or our four
Or four for u four
Or for our form
Or four for form (Brava, Eleanor)
Permafrost 93
Froze itself out
How Can She Come? 92
Unsheathing and masturbation
IN THE
PRAIRIE WIND (94)
PRAKALPANA ROBISENA (94)
Pointilism poetry 94
Without the ineluctable
Point
Poison pellet penned on 93
Poison producing paper
Dioxin to describe
Cancellation of chlordane
Inging 91
All
Fukka
Up…..uh…upward
A sideways rhyme (not quite absorbed)
Back and forth in time (adsorbed, maybe)
End rhyme on the last word
Not quite absurd (parenthesis for attached entities)
Don’t eat meat 93
Don’t eat anything
Eating kills you
Everything is everything 92
PRESBYTERIAN (94)
PRESCOTT STREET (92)
If I wanted to cater 92
To the highest common
Denominator of humanity
What would that be?
PRESS OF MACDONALD (94)
PRESS OF THE NIGHT OWL (94)
PRESS OF THE THIRD MIND, BILE (94)
One mind to mind my own business 92
One mind to mind reading this poetry
And then, I have a mind to throw it away
He carries his walking stick like a bow 94
A Native American in the shadows
Concrete under his feet
Over his liver
no
Over his spleen
no
Over his pancreas.
On the return trip
He balances a comfy chair
On his head.
Hey, hand me a twenty, 93
I’ll give you a wink.
For thirty, I’ll wink
At you …. in Spanish.
STYLE
PRIMAL VOICES VISIONS AND REVISIONS (93)
PRIMAVERA (94)
Right Rite Wrong Wrong 91
Left loved or loved left?
Wronged love or loved wrong?
Left right or left wrong?
Bubble 94
ubble
Bub
bub
ub
Slippery 91
Full flavored fish on the tongue
We don’t all reach adulthood
United some of us never do
Some of us stay separate.
PRIME TIMES (91)
Hard to Make You Count 91
A list of lists
Or a list of live things
Is as hard to count
As a list of dead mementos
So I add a dropped angel wing,
Ripped from her left side
For your violent poetry
Your “Mommy! Mommy!
It’s a mummy!” lines
Your obituary imagery
Your sea shore sloth
Preferring poetry penned for lazy tongues
Like aural sex without foreplay for play
Depending, so much, upon who does the reading
And for whom
PRINCETON (94)
On chalky lines 94
Of stadium imagery
And contrived crowds
He plays an away game
Of the poetic mind
Contradiction 92
Too wide to admit
Darkness
He’s an economy sized
Asshole
Life 93
Is a missed
Tree
PRISM (94)
Camel’s squished through eye 94
PRISONERS OF THE NIGHT AMARANTH (94)
Weep not for Argentina 91
Angels’ echoes 92
Angels, angels
Flock of seagulls
Descending angels
Down to the depths
Of my crazy, little, manic
Up/down ma, man, manic, maniac, maniacal,
“N” “U” “T” spells “Nuts”,
Poetic heart.
Hey, Masochist! I’ll give you a sharp kiss 93
Apocalyptic Entrails 94
Cryptic conclusions
Tryptic folded illusions
Chipped dick delusions
End trail conclusions
A lah lah lah 93
A dee dee dee
I want to be
Frust
rated
AS GOOD AS ANY,
I’M TAKING THIS EXCUSE
TO BE TOTALLY FREAKED OUT
PROEM (91)
THROW `EM INTO A BLENDER TO MEND HER LINES
PROOF ROCK (94)
BEDROCK BARNEY RUBBLE ROCK HEAD/ROCK RUBBLE
Reading can it be taught? 92
PROPER TALES MONDO HUNKAMOOGA DWARF PUPPET COPS GOING FOR DONUTS
(91)
This poem! 91
It actually sucks
But not in (all) the right places

Ante/Post 91
Were other people here too?
PROPHETIC VOICES (94)
Poetry is not an illegitimate child 92
PROSE POEM (94)
PROSETRY (94)
PROSPECT ESTO BUENO! (92)
We Two 92
We, too, went through
The blazing maze
Of our mayonnaise craze.
Butter became pass
Margarine words spread quicker
But left infinite indigestion.
Now,
We are fat free poly unsaturated
PROTEA (93)
Over grass meadow, 93
Mirrored birds,
Breathless,
She went
Barefoot to the Buffet
That smell was deodorant 91
Pheromone
And the genius of the balls
PROUT (91)
GROUT,
ROUT IT
OUT
IDEAS
Our protozoa 91
Dance together
Circuitously

Please stop this!!!!!!!!!

PSYCH IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IDEA ISN’T WORKING!!!!!
OUT! OUT!

SO FAR FROM
PROVINCETOWN (94)
With not always tongue in cheek 94
But, at least, tongue in twat poetry
Living In Plasterland 92
Barbara sees
“Twilight polka dots,”
Vases n’ Pottery
Shards of clay
Lying broken on broken shelves
Like living in an archaeological dig
An anthropological ghost town of an industrial area.
Pimp stays a respectful distance away
From his hooker.
This uniform is the only thing which distinguishes me
From the girl beyond the fence
And the fact that she’s her own boss.
Her pimp is like a therapist.
I listen to them fighting,
Late at night, after business hours.
She’s the boss in that partnership.
She’s the boss, all right;
She brings home the pork.
We avoid each others’ eyes, across the fence,
Each thinking the other criminal
Or at least negligent of some thing
The other does without, but we could never.
We hardly ever see those shadows
Throwing dead bodies into the Dempsey Dumpster;
The smells are the first signs of invasion, this Summer.
The insects conduct the funerals for those
Smells. The pimp sees my feathered ear rings
And calls me a dinosaur, winking, at a distance;
Illogical leftovers of the sixties
And the only logic for the “homeless”
Squatting on toilets with no running water,
Walking the streets at night,
Patching up knife wounds with clear plastic packing tape,
Is not to read the polka dot twilight
As deep or brooding
“`Cus that would be a bad trip, man!”
And not to lay our bodies down for too long.
I sit against the building I’m guarding, as day fades,
And wonder
“How long will it take for the fire ants to find me?”
PSYCH IT (94)
God only knows where I would be 93
If not with him, all those years, abusing me,
But there’s no time to look back there
And only bad, bad, bad, black memories
Can you smell my anger 91
At having inhaled
The raw, rotten eggs
Of your arhythmic verse?
PSYCHOPOETICA (94)
When advertisements 92
And Hallmark
And the war effort
Take the pretty and heroic poetry (for effect)
Then poetry must be
About something other than (just) flowers
And sunsets
If cut flowers and the sunset
Of life, the inevitable death
Are okay (for adverts, Hallmark and propaganda)
Then poetry must
“Rage, rage against” it.(them)
PTERODACTYL (91)
DEAD
PTOLEMY (94)
PUCKERBRUSH (94)
Ultra radical 94
Big, bad bully,
Littering
Little pay checks
Along the roadside,
Free radioactive pennies
For children to pick up
All these poets trying to be remembered in words 91
All of us, poets,
Trying to be remembered
In words
Rather than words
Remembered
………………..
………..BUT
“I did not kill no cat” 94
PUDDINGHOUSE (94)
A PUDDING PUDDLE
Blister wrist 92
Time takes care of the rest
Verbal directions 94
Like a director talking
About the scenery and lights
Blueprints in words for (/an invisible canvas in the
minds (of artists who are tired of/ painting by numbers,/
These are not all that poetry is.
Artists to paint in their minds
Are not all that poetry is.
PUEBLO (94)
PUERTO DEL SOL (94)
PERDUE (94)
PURPLE PATCH (94)
Puce Debussy 94
Cyberspace waves
Pusillanimous tones
The terror of error
New symbols to transpose into
Art/artisan/work translations
And the mother (La Mre) of all C: drives,
Pookie, pecks at her puce computer;
Pucilagenous cellulose keeps time until five
She keeps typing away, drifting in an electron ocean
Into the symphony of a cream grey day
In a fog of radioactive VGA vapor 93
Astride the information highway
She shrinks from the sun
Never sees their son
Weighs three quarters of a ton,
But she’s in there, on the bus,
Ms. missing, Ms. mini millionaire, Ms.
Autoexec
All writers are 92
Great
Graded
Grated
rated
But not all
rate
And not all
ate
at
The celebrity plate
Memories of Max? 91
Thrill me to the min
You know, that’s just a few blocks away
From farago
Where he flashed, reflected
In your polished, silver bowl
Like a ladle
PYGMY FOREST (94)
PYRAMID (93)
QUARRY (94)
I met a maladroit? 92
Do they really say that?
Really, do they?
QUARTERLY (94)
QUARTERLY (94)

QUARTOS (94)
FOR THE
QUEEN OF ALL HEARTS (94)
Rodin was not automatic 92
Rilke was something else
AND
ELLERY QUEEN’S (94)
15 inch knife 94
Or standard 6 inch blade?
Always propaganda?
No truth, no news to use,?
Always the half back theory?
Always the O.J. monopoly (FLA, CAL TEX)?
Always some football legend
Caught up in the black myth?
QUEEN’S QUARTERLY (94)
BOUT BETWEEN
QUICK BROWN FOX AND MAD DOG (94)
Soldiers! 91
You went through Soldier Hell
Don’t tell the story
THEY want you to tell
The story you think we thing we want to hear
RACKHAM (94)
ENDS LIKE HAM
ON THE TORTURE RACK
I GET MY INSIDES SMOKED
Puerto Rico is a puppy? 94
I didn’t say that
RADCLIFFE (94)
OVER A RAD OCEAN OF STARVING PEOPLE
The 92
Blind
Can
Describe
UNDER
RADDLE MOON (94)
RADIANCE (94)
So heavy 91
So heavy, you hope
It’s all fat in there
A collector’s journal? 92
Fat collector’s propaganda?
Do they have diet bubble gum cards?
Liposuction leftovers in sealed jars?
This head is a big head 94
nuff said
RAG MAG BLACK HAT (94)
HAIR FORMAL, THAT’S ALL
Do you slaughter your brain 91
Like your cow?
Is that simplicity?
Is that my Elsie?
The fan on the IBM XT 93
Winding down after the circuit’s cut
That’s an eighties metaphor for death
During a blackout
Boy, oh boy, there’s a dead body, there, 94
And this is a poem about it
RAINBOW CITY EXPRESS (94)
YOURSELF ON EAST 105th STREET
Art 92
“Unseen” except in poetry?
How does one unsee it?
WHEN
RAMBUNCTIOUS (94)
Ooooh, I wish! 91
I’m round 92
But too fat
To bounce
RANGER LION ROAR (94)
ESCAPADES
A ranger seems 92
A noble thing
Until he creams
Over my girl, Pearl,
And has his friends
Break my left wing to keep me away
From hurting him
And though I’m lesbian, mostly now,
This is an eagle song
FOR
RANGER RICK (94)
TO WRANGLE
RARACH (94)
RARITAN (94)
RASHI (94)
RAVEN (94)
PICKS AT
Vulture 94
Hidden
In the raven’s shadow
RAW DOG (94)
Welkmance 92
Champagne bubbles
And nothing on t.v.
TITLE 94
Sometimes
The whole meaning
Is in there
READ ME
REAL (94)
I’m so glad 91
I’m so glad
That you are alive
On the Gonads of Grief 94
We are worms in a can
BUT NOT TOO CLOSE TO
REALITY STREET (94)
RECONSTRUCTIONIST (94)
FORGETFULNESS
Come share my yearning 94
For… well, not hurricanes nor watermelon
RECORDING ANTERIOR BITEWING (93)
PHILOSOPHY AS
Lens Occlusion 93
Hunter with scope
Thinks he’s bigger
I admit that I am an asshole 92
But I don’t dwell on the thought,
Just write poetry about it
“THEIR PROBLEMS” IN THERAPY, NOW
RECOVERING BLACKBERRY (94)
STAINS
We tear at the scabs 92
Weave word butterfly
Bandages
To seal the wounds
Frigid dark 91
Frigid dark
Frigid dark
OF THE
RECURSIVE ANGEL (93)
Future Poet 93
These lines
Are not enough
RED ADLER PAN EROTIC (92)
WASH OUT MY BRAIN WITH SOAP SOMA
Fish Flowers 91
Spurting Flowers?
Around the world?
A space shot?
We know so many names
For flowers
Like Eskimoes have all those names for snow
How many names do we have for love?
COLORS AND FLOWERS AND DEATH
AND GOSSAMER
VEILED SEX
EROTICA, BUT NO PORNOGRAPHY
REVERSE DISCRIMINATION
REVERSE HYPOPARISTALSIS
REGULAR OLD LIFE
HEIGHTENED TO THE HEAVENS
OF UNREALITY
BOREDOM AND GRIEF
CHEWED LIKE DELICACIES
IS THIS ALL THERE IS FOR POETRY?
NO MORE SPINE TINGLES?
NO MORE LIFE MADE FRESH?
MEMORIES, MEMORIES
OF OLD IMAGES, IN CREATIVE COMBINATIONS
BUT NOT A NEW VISION
OR A
RED BASS? (91)
They dump their waste on us 91
Saying, “you want the good life?”
Hide maps of contaminated areas
Like they hide their combination safes

Inland revenue (for the children)
Pay tax
To play clean

They dump their waste on us
Saying, “The reason it smells funny, like that,
Is because it’s art”
RED CANDLE CANDELABRUM, (94)
A GOLDEN THOUGHT
The nurses talk about snakes 91
Remembering the giant ones
And the little ones
And those that were very different
Maybe the brightly colored ones
Or those that were some sort of first
But don’t remember the last
One they see before they’re bitten?
Tomorrow, dreams begin 94
No
Today, dreams begin
No
Yesterday, dreams began
No
Yesterday, dreams had been beginning
No
Day before yesterday, dreams had begun
IN THE CLOSET OF
RED CEDAR (94)
SMELLS
Dr. Spock’s Little Monsters 91
Some, twisted, turn
On the memorized road
Of “for a nickle I will
Blow up the toll gate.”
Christmas Memory 94
Didn’t need to go to Times Square
To see that
I REMEMBER THE
RED DANCEFLOOR (94)
Confetti silk 92
Incipient stone
Cat fight clammor
We’re both in love
With the same woman,
Inside us
Pinched nose 94
Between his crack
Two birds with one
Asshole
RED HERRING MATRIX (94)
OF
RED RAMPIN’ (94)
REDNECK (94)
NOTIONS THAT WE MUST SMILE, BUT
When women go mad 94
In Texas
They stack the men
Behind the dryer
REFLECT (94)
EUPHONIES IN ACOUSTICAL MIRRORS
REFLECT, YOU PHONEYS
REFLECT ON THIS
Why ulcerous oysters? 92
Why the false consonance of psychotic passion?
Why the vowel play ploy of sterile rigid?
Okay, Faulkner’s been a bit neglected
Vermillion vermis worm
Mocking the jock? A white orchid oyster gypsy
With tan feet? Oooooooooh she and she.
Winter is a Korg sound module, 94
Empty until you put some tones in
REFLECTIONS (92)
CAPTURED IN PRIVATE MIRRORS
Editing of 14 year old’s 91
Words
Makes she (her?) look like
She wants her too
Dissappointed tears 92
Should have talked to the receptionist
To make an appointment
REFLECTIONS (91)
WHICH ARE CAUGHT MOMENTS
OF PHOTOGRAPHIC REALITY
The angry poets 91
Who feel and know great injustice
Only to be silenced
Are they included in that
“All who love?”
Then, who is not a poet?
ARE
RENDITIONS (94)
OF UNREAL EXPRESSIONS
The rocks, pressed by waves, 92
Are not silent
Only, sometimes, unheard
EVEN
RENEGADE (94)
FIGUREHEADS
Witchcraft 92
Is the way
Of the ultimate follower,
The gladly taken away,
Not the renegade
THE GUIDING LIGHT OF THE
RENOVATED LIGHTHOUSE (91)
Images in the flashing light 91
To avoid what things mean to me.
Is it enough? Is it enough
To let the heart know it means… something?
Isn’t that something like a moon without a sun?
Like an asteroid in a black hole?
REPOSITORY (94)
RESIN (94)
THEIR FACE
Knee Legacy 93
Spiked shoes on astroturf
RESIGN IN
RESPONSE (94)
So, Rilke lives? 92
Like Elvis?
RESURGENS (92)
More Babel babble 92
REVIEW (94)
REVIEW LA BOOCHE (92)
THE BOOTY, THE BEAUTY
Love is a poet unidentified 92
In the right setting
Odds 7:5 (demographically)
REVIEW LATIN (94)
I’m beginning to feel like a Youth Vampire 94
Blow your breath cold
Rebreathing
Life into me
REVISTA (94)
RFD (94)
I am a light among lights 92
A spark screaming, inside brilliance,
Not “and nothing I remember
But the forgotten” see how it works?
IN
RHINO (94)
“My yyy Grandma was 94
Stupider than
Youuuuur Grandma!”
I would like to say 93
This poetry
“Shimmers like a July rainbow”
But this is not true
VERSIONS OF
RHODODENDRON (92)
REMEMBERANCES
Body fluid poetry 92
Spurts
Into empty space
BUT NO SMILES
RIALTO (94)
Zen 91
Suicide?
Rowing into Summer darkness 94
In only briefs,
He calls himself, “Poet”
THE
RIDGE (94)
OF MY FACE
I put a flower on the bottom 92
Of these lines so that someone
Will think they might be poetry
Iris
RIENDA SUELTA, GIVEN FREE REIN (93)
RIO GRANDE SE LA VIE (94)
SLAV VEE
SLAVERY
TO THE RAIN
Rushing River 92
It’s not fair to the delta
To be so close to the ocean
With you,
Seedless, tired, running away.
RIVELIN GRAPHEME (93)
NO! COMPUTER GRAPHICS DO NOT MAKE UP FOR THE SMILES LOST TO
RIVER CITY (93)
RIVER RAT (94)
Perhaps, it’s a ball game 94
The sun is out
He scratches balls, rolls bat in fingers
Sheet Metal Husband 93
Sheet metal machine
Sets the rhythm
For our sex
RIVER STYX (94)
A sound! 92
A sound from the faucet
Flowing into the sewer, the bayou
Then the ship channel
Then the bay and ocean
A sound, a pattering of rain.
Zindi jahh janily rindow 94
Iddle ahroock tanzilly love
Rashandunah guberick dewerdin
Eddmindoon finnelle galuzin dranook
RIVERRUN (94)
LIVING
Oh, Artist In vide ous 92
in
video
us
Is easy poetry better?
Light beer, light beef
Light poetry, or is it
Invideous?
Deer Poet 94
Runs forest paths
Scavenging for death
ON THE
RIVERSIDE (94)
Skull skull skull skull skull 94
I think I’ll call this
River Rhythm Poetry
(With analogous oars)
OF MEMORY’S
RIVERWIND (94)
Sometimes I stand on my bed 92
And try to piss into the lake
Does that make sleepy sense
To you, watching me,
My belly protruding,
Hips tilted like a man
THERE IS A
ROAD/HOUSE (91)
Up your ass, 91
You flaccid pig!
They should call you
Todd Lesse
FOR NEURON
ROADS (92)
Before making love 92
Lying minds
TO
ROANOKE (94)
I’m sorry but the words 92
Aren’t inspiring me
So, I will use less of them
OR
ROCK FALLS (94)
DOWN DOWN
Butte first 94
Echoes
INTO
ROCKFORD TRIBUTARY (94)
ECHOES
Does grammar matter? 91
Does Grandma?
Does new poetry disconnect us,
Looking for obscure connectives?
Writing 92
Lines in car
Auto accident
Tonight, I will not talk 93
About death at all
Oops! Already did it.
Diamonds and death 94
Flowers and death
Cold wind and death
Dancing and death
Cars and death
Poetry and death
Death and death
BUT NO SMILES FOR
ROCKY MOUNTAIN POET MONTANA (91)
Don’t juxtapose your words 91
If you don’t want your Cowboy
Doing it the way he did howl
“Up giddy! Up giddy!”
ROCKY MOUNTAIN (94)
TETON/TITS
Was Cezanne a peeping tom, 92
Highlighting bather’s breasts?
Was he not a man?
ROHWEDDER (94)
IN THE SWEAT OF CO EDUCATIONAL COMPETITION SKULLING
Dream shredder 94
Talking Tolstoy to justify
Common Bovary’s
Stretching Zola stocking stalkings
Sometimes, I pass 92
Words
In thick chunks
CIA, dropping 91
Palm tree microphones
On the Ho Chi Min Trail
ROLLING (94)
IN THE DOUGH
Every martyr is sacred 94
Every suicide is sacred
Every life is sacred
But some tongue less people
Work on computers
From the “girth of expulsion” 91
I go “pop”
Bone dirt 93
Gas 92
From dead body
Yellow cardboard
That plastic smell
Of old photos
ROMANCING THE PAST (92)
Tarnished with newness 92
ROMANTICIST ATLANTEAN (92)
SNUBS
THE ROMANTIST (94)
Mass graves to hide swollen 92
Reasons
Sand turned to help blood seep
Away
We go on with a certain
Justice
But justice
Is
Just
Ice
In this desert
BECAUSE THERE’S NO
ROOM (91)
NO
ROOM OF ONE’S OWN (94)
ONLY
ROPE BURNS (94)
OF CONFINEMENT
Christmas cowboy 94
Stuck by his spurs
In the chimney
ROSE SHELL (94)
CONVENTIONS
Automotive Mother Goose 94
Fairy tales for women
And a few sensitive men
(The rest of the sensitive men
Can run home to mama
Like the cry babies they are)
THAT DATE BACK TO
ROUND TABLE (94)
DAYS
Dream weavers 92
Should be
Dream plasterers
Plastering the cracks
ROWANTREE (91)
RUBBER PUPPY (92)
BUBBLE PUPPY
FLOATING ABOVE IT ALL
Bagel Dog 92
Has tire marks
Where the car ran over
His back legs.
He’ll never but crawl
Maybe we can build him a dolly
To skate over the hyperbole
Of “days that tread on” your “face”.
THE
RUGGING ROOM (94)
ROLLING OVER
RUNAWAY SPOON (94)
S T I C A L I C T H S S T O O P I D 91
The barn 93
Swallows
Wind
Singing the greens 94
Because 8 percent of males
Are color impaired
RURAL HERITAGE (94)
I’m almost used to not knowing where I’m going 92
Since they bought that trailer and sawed off my tail
I get the eerie feeling they’re going to make a show
Of me. (At least give me a luxury ride to the glue
factory)
THAT
SACHEM (94)
You offend the way 92
Vomit offends the willow
These bubbles glistening down 94
My bosom are my toys, my treasure,
My perimeter. These baubles glittering
On my bosom are …..
Men want them
Removed before they see me
CALLED
SACKBUT (92)
Lick my coins? 92
SACRED RIVER BAY AREA WOMANS’ (94)
SACRIFICE THE COMMON SENSE (94)
Turtle crossed the road 93
And I know why
Pain, pain 94
What are you telling me?
Now’s the time
To write poetry?
SA DE (92)
SADISM OF SACRIFICIAL ALTRUISM FOR SHOW IN
Seasons of Contempt 92
These new laws like
“The Freedom of Access
To Bathroom Entrances Act”
These new laws are deadly
Are killing my business
Retort!
Re
Tort
Retort, but all there is
Is retarded reaction,
Reticence to move the legal
Mountain for this molecular
Tart who screams out into
Blank lust, “I would fuck
The whole world for freedom!”
This tart tastes the tramp
Trickle on my tongue
I can’t blow the jobs back
In this foul, flatulent wind
Of world order wishfulness
I bow my head, beaten
But will bounce back……
Now, I’m on the attack!
ST. ANDREW (94)
At this point, 92
History has a right to say
Of me and my sisters
That everything bad
Said about us was true
That we have been stupid
And whining, trite with
Hacked knees
SAINT ANDREWS (91)
ST. ANTHONY MESSENGER (94)
Charity begins 93
….Who cares where?
Saffron 91
In rice
Clumps
To clamor over
Hubby bubby 94
You’re a froggie!
Happy anniversary
ST. JOSEPH MESSENGER AND ADVOCATE OF THE BLIND (94)
Snow blind, 92
I need shadows
To see
ST. LUKE’S IRIS (91)
PETAL WORDS AND
Those snakes from 91
Hoop snake cartoons
And Indiana Jones
Inspired this poem
ST. MARTIN’S (94)
SALMAGUNDI (94)
The Skidmore girls 92
Sneak dates with
Poor poets who have
Earthy, real rhythm
But publish Seamus
In wedding invitations
`Cus he’s …. o kay
SALMON (92)
AMBIGUITY
What there was of daybreak 92
Dribbled
Over skyscrapers
SALMON RUN (94)
LIKE STALKING MEN
Catching running vines 94
Of dewberries for breakfast
Took until afternoon
SALT LICK SAMPLERS LUCKY HEART (94)
BELIEVERS
Babba loo ey 92
Baloney
In a full length
Mirror
IN
SALTHOUSE (91)
What there was of daybreak 91
Shouted,
Muffled in the thorns
Of our wedding bed
SAMISDAT (92)
Empty frame 91
Where our first dollar
Should have been
Death is not the poet’s 92
Only job.
My favorite poets use it
Like a garnish
SAN DIEGO (94)
Prego, prego 94
Too much salt in the waffles
And I thought the best
Ingredient, the big name chef
Ingredient, was supposed to be love
Orchard Memories 91
Trees growing back
But what does not?
What is this sense of loss
I feel?
What have I forgotten, here?
We were never not lost 92
On this backslide of a booming
Generation,
We were never not lost
SAN FERNANDO CERULEAN MINI (94)
MIRACLES
Okay, if I agree 94
That there’s no use
That all is lost,
Will you still strive
To be a cunning linguist?
Will you test your talent on me?
Can’t get ahead 91
Can’t get head
Can’t get my head
On crooked enough
To make some real money
Like they say, 92
Bullshit walks,
But they don’t mean
The kind that just sits there,
Steaming
SAN JOSE (94)
Mountain woman, will you stay there 94
Stuck
Where you belong
If I write a poem or sing you a song?
Sissy pus 91
Depending upon your friends
To “hold me back!”
SAN MIGUEL (94)
Charles should write as 94
Charles more slowly
Squeeze his effusions
Into a tight stream
SANDBERRY (94)
Waking up with “blue sight” 93
Your blue flowers
And blue sky
Would look
Either black or white
Hey, poet, hey hey 94
Help me make it through
The day
DINGLEBERRY FOR A
SANDPIPER (94)
SCRIBING
SANDSCRIPT CAPE COD PROXADE (91)
PRELIMINARIES
Honey, let’s get rid of the python, okay? 91
SANGR SANGR (94)
SANGRIA WHEN I SEE YA
IN LUCKENBACH WITH JERRY JEFF WALKER,
BUT DON’T LOOK BACK YOU “DESPERADO, WAITING FOR A TRAIN”
My lines are only good 92
When people watch me dance
SANSKRIT (94)
SCRATCHES
Hey, Cristy, I’ll put my tongue around you 94
You don’t mind fresh fish, do you?
I’ll call you flounder face
And you can keep the name as your own
Poet reads the obituaries 93
To think up new ways
To write about death
IN THE SAND OF
SANTA MONICA (94)
AND DOWN THE BRONZED BACK OF
SANTA SUZANA (94)
The memory 92
A million mouths
Salivating over me
And now I call myself woman,
Know how few men there are
SARGASSO (92)
I need a gas mask for so gassy a poem 92
UNNOTICED BY THE
SATURDAY EVENING POST (94)
To control your man, 92
Fake frustration
SKIPPING
SATURDAY INVITED POETS (94)
Legacy of poetry 94
Written now
To describe yesterday’s
Promise for the future
Looking at a painting 92
That you can’t see
But I don’t give a fuck
Because I can poetry
To dam or not to dam 93
That is the fishy question
ALTOGETHER SCREAMING “IT’S FLOUNDER , IT’S STRIPER!”
SCARP (94)
As a poetess 94
And a poet
I have double indemnity
Barney’s, New York 92
That’s where daddy
Got his suits.
So, what?
So, they were good suits
OLD POETS KNOW ENOUGH TO PRETEND TO PAY ATTENTION TO HER
OPINIONS UNTIL THE SAND FLEA SAYS
SCAT! (94)
The Altar 94
I found the title
And expect you
To do the rest
Of the work of
Knowing what
This poem is
WHEN THERE’S NOTHING THAT BINDS LIKE PIPE STRAP
SCAVENGERS (94)
SCATTER
Garp on, dude! 94
Armstrong’s 91
Poetic footprint
Left
(Or was it right?)
Poet lost 92
In cyberspace
Can’t make a game
Of words
With only one winner
Loaded pistol 93
That’s all
It just sits there
(EXCEPT A KILLER FROG
FROM
SCIENCE FICTION STAR (94)
My poetry has 94
A footprint fetish
“Hey, Stewy, this is Fred 92
Just thought I’d call to make sure
You knew there’s a crumpled body
Of dead poetry on your front lawn
And it’s starting to stink up the neighborhood”
Silver million brain drip 93
Moons so wave spatter sanity
Melting good bye down lunar sky
Madness becomes a voyaging eye
High and up in the Earth bound moon ship
A your, your, YOUR
IN SCI FI HANDCUFFS) CUS THE MANTA RAY
SCOP (94)
BITTER, READY TO SETTLE SOME
SCORE (94)
AFRAID OF AIDS BECAUSE OF THAT
SCRATCH (94)
FROM A JUNKIE’S NEEDLE
Poet, But Not For Long 94
I came to the conclusion
That anything human
Is too tainted to touch
When 3: PM dies 93
Ian cries
AFRAID CUS THE SEALS HAVE IT,
`CUS DOLPHINS HAVE SOMETHING,
AFRAID OF THE
SCREAM, ALTERNATING CRIMES (92)
IN PERPETUAL SURPRISE CONFIGURATIONS IGNORE THE
Redundant ambiguity 92
SCREAM OF THE BUDDHA AFTER THE BUDDHA ROSE IN CRYPTIC WHITE (93)
Casual, anonymous suicide 93
AMONGST
SCREAMING TREES (92)
SCRIPSI (92)
He may be a poetry reviewer 92
But is he a reviewer reviewer
Reviewer reviewer reviewer?
NO RETORT HERE
SCRIPTOR (92)
Poetry For No Cause 92
From an immortal Autumn
And select songs of scarlet
Procession, in perfumed evangel passion
Of tumbling crystal and windflight,
Swift moon, slipping into ardent freefall
Become elements and, with their velvet vessels,
Press to swiftly multiply
SCRIVENER (92)
Slap that bat’s ass 92
If it eats your wristwatch
Leave it alone,
If it only wants insects
Such landscape 91
Such sun
Such an open door
But, where’s the
“Girl in the white wetsuit?”
SEA FOG HARMONY VOICES INJUSTICE FOR A JUST FUTURE (91)
But do you love those old men in the park? 91
Or does it take a real
God to do that?
SEA TAILS (91)
The sharks ate the mermaids 91
Now, you can fear the sharks
FOR A
SEANCE (93)
IN
SEATTLE (94)
She ladys her headlights into me like 94
Bumper car cushions, her electrical switch expertise,
The way she fingers it should convince me
She’s got a man
Wants the switch deep inside
Guided only by Chilton’s
Her book of turn ons and turn offs
UNANNOUNCED UNTIL THE
SECOND AEON (94)
BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT KEEPS EVERYTHING
SILENT, NOW, EVEN
SECORD (BIG TWO HEARTED) (91)
There IS immediate danger 91
Retort, retort, retort
EVEN
SECRET GOLDFISH (92)
Icarus Hiccups 92
Dad’s hot air
And sporatic spasms
Are killing me
SECRETS FROM THE ORANGE COUCH (94)
Movement between tension and release 94
Music, like that, encounters Xeno’s paradox
Cramped smile 92
Is like a
Cramped simile
OR SO IT
SEEMS (93)
Black dreams 91
Talent eyes
Taloned eyes
“Got no sight” poetry
SEGUE ROOF SEGUE (94)
ROOF LEAK OVER
SENECA (94)
Let the poem do something! 91
PATCH A HOLE IN THE
SENIOR EDITION COLORADO OLD TIMES (93)
OF DROWSY
SENSATIONS (93)
I want my angel, yesterday? 93
Cirrhosis P.C. 91
Sexist, Papa Basher!
Mama sucked `em down
As good as any Daddy did
AFTER ALL THE
SEQUOIA (94)
ARE CUT
Is it sexist to say most rapists are guys? 92
Would it be sexist if I were a celebrity?
THE SERPENT AND EAGLE (94)
EXTINGUISHED AND EXTINCT,
SEVEN BUFFALOES PLAY BLACKJACK WITH THE GRAPEVINE AND HOLLER (94)
Paint pretty pictures in my brain 94
And then snap small bones
In the “snowy field of foxtracks”
Dripping blood fluids, all about
THAT THERE SHOULD BE
SEVENTEEN (94)
OF THEM
NORTHWEST OF THE
SEWANEE (94)
Words For A Poet’s Funeral 92
“That elegy really sucked”
AND NO FORCED
SHAKESPEARE (91)
Corporate power 91
Is the perfect tyranny
With no succession
To kinder kin
And no queen, there,
To let love sink in
BUT, BUT, AT LEAST……..
THE BEAUTY OF SHAKESPEARE
OVERCAME BODY SMELLS, STILL DOES.
TODAY’S POETRY IS SO FRAGILE THAT
IT CAN NOT STAND TO BE PISSED ON.
TODAY’S DELICATE POETRY
DOESN’T DARE EVEN TWEAK
THE NOSES OF UNDERGROUND MONARCHY
I REBEL MORE WHEN I STRIP OFF MY CLOTHES
THAN DO THE IMAGES OF PASSIVE PAINT POETRY.
USUALLY A WAITRESS, I HAVE TAKEN OFF MY TOP
FOR MONEY AND FAME AND IT MAKES ME MAD THAT
IF YOU ARE AN OBNOXIOUS,ANTISOCIAL,
UNCOMPROMISINGLY SELFISH,
IMPOSSIBLE TO LIVE WITH BITCH
WHO GETS PREGNANT,
YOU AUTOMATICALLY MAKE
THE 8 DOLLARS AN HOUR THAT PAYS
FOR THE BABY SITTER
SO YOU CAN DANCE TABLE DANCES ON
AND UNDER THE TABLE, AND EVEN
HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE, ANYTIME,
NOT TO SHOW UP, TAX FREE, TO WORK
BUT MOST STUPID OF ALL,
WE DON’T HAVE OR NEED JOBS
TO SUPPORT OUR CHILDREN.
THEY’RE FLOATING IN THE INTERNATIONAL
WATERS OF THE WORLD BANK
AND THE MONETARY FUND, RAISED BY EXPERTS,
THE SAME BREED WHO SAY WE NEED,
BUT WON’T FIND, ANOTHER SHAKESPEARE.
SHAMAL (94)
Tis the truth 92
Of these places that are make believe
SMALL WORLDS THAT WANT TO BE BIGGER
SHARING THE VICTORY (94)
I am sure 94
You are sure
CONKING HIM THROUGH HIS
SHATTERED WIG (94)
You claim the crack dealers 94
As your army
I want mine hooked
On poetry
SHAW (94)
IN
SHAWNEE SILHOUETTE (92)
Death, Disease, Destruction: 91
One would think
Poets could get published
Before them
The black dog of my guilt 92
Eats your white cat
Nah, just kidding
AND
SHEILA NA GIG (94)
Good poets need not say “fuck” 93
But what the fuck?
I always had problems with authority
If I do not wear a pink triangle 94
Does that mean I am not queer?
Am not hated?
Am not lied to?
Am not sent for and then sent away?
Am not asked to contribute my life?
HUM
“SHENANDOAH” (94)
Geraldine 94
Is a welcome
Re leaf
AND
“SHIP OF FOOLS” (94)
If you had any idea of it, 94
You would not invoke
…….. Poetry, so lightly
FOR A
SHOE TREE (91)
Toe pick 91
Tooth pick
Ice pick
Pick your pick
SHOFAR (94)
FAR FROM HOME
SHOOTING STAR (94)
Sweating and spitting 91
Pages out of you
We, welfare mothers 94
Can not live on minimum wage
Turn the page, turn the page
SIDESHOW IN CRUEL GARTERS (93)
Your poetry is soggy 93
With the sot weed factor
MADE IN THE
SIERRA NEVADA (94)
Did I hear you correctly? 94
Did you say
“Sing a song
And suck my cock?”
CLICHES, UNDERSTANDING THEM TO BE A
SIGNAL (93)
LIKE SMOKE
When the poem ends, 92
The world begins
Blood rains and tears rain 91
And coffee rains down drains
And love juice rains
And we dance in the rain
NEAR A
SIGNPOST (49th PARALLEL). (94)
Dead kisses 92
the
Head misses
Dread pisses
on
Shed promises
Milking poetry’s shriveled breasts 91
The poem does not know
It’s sucking on a wet nurse
While its mother is full,
Ripe, exploding,
But too busy
Wildlife Loving 94
Scamper Camper
I fire the woods
To make sure
The animals
Are not dead
Ram stall 93
Butt out
HERE ARE THE
SILVER APPLES (94)
WITH SILVER WINGS
Bitter scrabble 94
Letters that
Won’t co operate
Sky, sky, sky 91
GOSSAMER
SILVER WINGS (94)
What is time 94
Called in
Heaven?
Where is 92
God
Not manifest?
Are here and now 91
Only a dead end intersection
To the hereafter?
Then kiss 93
His feet
EATEN BY
SILVERFISH (94)
Uncle memories 94
What did you make of them?
Occupational poetry? 92
Butcher and barber poetry?
What, of the above, are not metaphors
THAT
SING TO THE HEAVENLY MUSE (94)
All boundaries are lies 91
And the bullet is a lie
And its whistling is a lie
And the pain is a lie
And falling down
Inside some boundary is a lie
The spirit of her tits 94
Took
A rest
YOU
SINGING HORSE (94)
OF THE
SINGLE SCENE (93)
“No more, a fool”, at least 93
SINGLE TODAY (92)
I Love You Closdly 92
“Love openly mostly means
Get screwed.
Just loving is always enough
To assuage any guilt at its loss
SINGLELIFE (91)
You gave your life to 91
The dream you dreamt of me
I did too
So sorry
IN
SINGULAR SPEECH (94)
I’m going to do it again. 92
Hope you get fooled this time:
Irises
Moon like an opening jar, 94
Flowers (let’s cut to the quick)
And death
Grave robbers! 91
I am a bit trite 93
As though my worms rain pockets of pages
As though the sun is rising in the feast of potatoes,
like butter
As though the flowers are brooming up bumble trees
PATTERNS OF
SINISTER WISDOM (93)
I whisper, 93
“I don’t care what you call yourself
If you’re not my own little twat licker
And if you are, the victory
Is not in saying you’ve been there, done that”
ABOUT
SISTER VISION (94)
AND
No, it’s not true; 94
Women of color do not have longer tongues
SISTERS TODAY (94)
HUSH CORPORATE
A sound! 91
A cellophane sound,
But, yet, a sound.
Father’s Lesson 94
All love is precious
SISYPHUS (93)
SISSY PUS
Bitter about the bitterness? 94
But you don’t feed your man on the right diet
Of love and exercise and tenderness
Ah, well, who needs sugar? You can always buy it.
BUT WATCH OUT FOR
SKAZ (93)
SCAGS AND GERMS
SKOOB (94)
SCUBA DIVING FOR MUFFS
This paper is what I love least: 94
Stealing poems from my imagination
WITH
SKYLARK (94)
TONGUES
Damn Yankees! 93
Desperation Crocuses 92
Planting early
To remind us of life,
Hidden under Winter
(`Cus we can’t seem to remember
There’s life if we don’t see flowers)
There is no “other side” to my biography. 94
I’m open to all
Dawn 91
Arrived
Like a smile
(But not like a simile)
SKYLARK (92)
WING BRUSHES
Put down pudding 92
Because you don’t like
Sugar
THE
SKYLINE (91)
ON A
SLANT (92)
Sheltering the Anemone 92
Go on, eat me
When there’s nothing left,
You’ll move on
NOT WORRYING ABOUT
SLATE AND STYLE (94)
If I could paint 94
I wouldn’t waste all my fuckin’ time with poetry
They Steal the Oil From the Land 93
So I drive to the post office
Twenty times a week,
Mailing out letters of protest
In the fever of Summer 91
I found a pool of water
Jumped in with my friends
Shouted delight
Then Carl Rowan came out and shot me
THAT IS
SLIPPERY WHEN WET (94)
IN THE
SLIPSTREAM AUDIO (94)
All my poems suck 93
I was told I could get 92
My old teacher’s job
If I reported him
For child abuse
In toilet tissue details 91
The big black boot
Of injustice is spared
A forest review
To That Lazy Librarian 94
If you’d been doing your job
She wouldn’t need picture books
About pregnancy
She would have read from lines like mine
About what a GRAND time
It is to be on your knees, pumping out sperm,
On your back, ingesting injustice
And how we’re made to pay and pay and pay
For the pleasure
OF A
SLOUGH (91)
SLOW DANCER (92)
At my poetry readings 91
I do a table dance to pronounce
The beauty of the line
Of my legs and hips
To accentuate the body of my work,
Because men (and most women) will listen to nipples
Stuck out in the middle of a tee shirt line
SMALL POND (94)
Grandma wore a live fox as a scarf 92
SMALL PRESS (94)
And little lines of poetiferousness, too 91
SMALL TIMES (92)
Living in Reality and Dreams 92
Broken
Fantasy
Breaker,
Broke
THE
SMITH GENERALIST (94)
Forever frozen in mid sentence 94
Kick boxing karate angels
I will tell you that I really …..
LOST THE
SMITH PEREGRINE (94)
BARTH’S “POETIC PARAGRAPH” EXTENDED INTO A BOOK, BY GOSH!
LEAVING
SMITH’S KNOLL (94)
Little boys 93
Skinny dipping
In your pool
In secret
Moonlight
Gotta prepare 94
For pederasts
Like you
BEHIND
SMOKE: WINDOWS (92)
WITHOUT
SMOKE SIGNALS (93)
I crawl into the horn of her trumpet 93
To reach the stars
Gotta care 91
To crack
That earth
One more time
AT A
SNAIL’S PACE (94)
Consider the options, 94
What you could be doing, right now:
Curing cancer
Creating a world
Resting your brain
Licking my bosom
LIKE A SLOW
SNAKE (94)
Love 92
Does not always take on
A particular tone,
Gives in peculiar,
Unexpected ways
IN A
SNAKE RIVER (94)
MISSING THE
SNOWY EGRET (94)
EFFECT
Let me blow my hot air 94
Over your
Conifers
Candles crack 91
Perfect darkness
Gasses shine
In the surround
OF THE COMPANION CATTLE OF
SOCIAL ANARCHISM (94)
AND ANACHRONISM
What people do you remember? 92
The ones who slurped and burped?
Or the weird ones that they wanted to be?
SOCIAL JUSTICE JOURNAL OF CRIME, CONFLICT, WORLD ORDER (92)
And prison was all about brain scrambling 92
Before they gave up and called a trash strike
And threw rotten eggs and sticks and bombs
IN THE
SOCIETY (94)
Battered 92
War and pancakes
Withered 94
Before mankind was so terrible
So hopeless and hollow
You heard the tones of “in whose image”
OF
SOJOURNERS (94)
Earth 94
Earth
Earth
Poet slips in
A spirit
UNDER FRENCH TOAST
I don’t even see 92
Yesterday
Though these tears
SOLEIL (94)
EACH TRYING TO BE A
SOLO FLYER ON SPARE CHANGE (94)
Mutant tornado 92
With double vision
The poem without words 94
Said
Everything I was going to say
DREAMS THAT
SOME BEES (93)
CALL FOR THE HONEY OR
THE (SOMETHING) (91)
(Homunculus said that) 91
SONOMA MANDALA (94)
MANDELA MANIA (GREAT OR NOT)
Necklaces 94
There are people who are combustible
We know this because our solid waste policy
Allows the burning of tires
EAST OF
SONORA (94)
Amazing 94
How the architect of your house
Assumes
That you are not butter
Sucking bronze statues, 92
I lose the flesh features
Of the man that he is,
Deny him his humanity
By denying the truth
Of beauty
Objectifying metal
Like men aren’t able to
They’re the romantic ones.
I don’t care about flowers,
Just like to watch them pose
And crawl
PLUMBING THE DEPTHS WITH
SOUNDINGS FOR SURVIVORS OF CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ABUSE ECHOES NETWORK (93)
No one was ever nice to me 93
Not the way I wanted them to be
SOUNDINGS EAST (94)
Muscatine omniscient voice 92
And such limited knowledge of she, they, you, it
Anyone, anything
SOUNDINGS ON THE EDGE CITY, LIVING ARTS (93)
Inbreeding keeps kids from having mad eyes? 93
SOUNDS OF POETRY (91)
The magic snowflake of art 91
Melts when the drummer
Stops sweeping his jazz brushes
Across the roof
MAN!
SOUTH ASH (94)
Poetry Calm 94
Moon willow words lain out over the shadowy swan,
Perfect pitches of serenity
To avoid ANY
Fuckin asshole coming in and upsetting the fuckin balance
Allright?!
…….Okay,
Swan fluffs its wings into midnight silence
EAST OF
SOUTH CAROLINA (94)
LINGUS
Living on the faultline 92
Of a fart
LANGUISHING ON THE
SOUTH COAST (94)
Seeds sown in our slippers 93
We throw out old laundry
Check the pockets of our jeans
For loose grandmothers
Hava Nagila? 91
Go ahead,
Have one on me
Unsulky Sue 94
Licking all the sweetness
Off of
Your sugar daddy’s lust
Like The Last Defender 92
He waited in my fox hole
All day
Knew of nothing else to do
WHEN NOT IN
SOUTH DAKOTA (94)
OR KISSING THE GROUND OF THAT
SOUTH END (94)
OF
SOUTH FLORIDA (92)
Wow, man! 92
Look! See how skillful
The birds are at flying, man?
Wow!
OR GETTING
SOUTH HEAD (93)
Hey, duck, 93
Duck!
(I think I need the other stanzas,
The north side of something, to the left of east)
MIXED UP WITH THE
SOUTHEASTERN FRONT (94)
OF
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA (94)
Boulevard, boulevard 94
All my lines are boulevards
Or have a boulevard
Roses, Rues, and Ruses 92
Bouquet in arms in crinkly paper
We wind our way down French boulevards
With names like Sacre CWWWWWWHIC!
………… Cwwwwwwwwwwwhic! ….
CWWWWWWWHHHIC!!!! (Sorry hairballs)
FOR
SOUTHERN HUMANITIES (94)
AS OPPOSED TO NORTHERN HUMANITIES
SOUTHERN POETRY (94)
A good mount 92
Does not hang, after being hunted down,
Dead, against the wall,
Sometimes, isn’t even horny
SOUTHERN (93)
I ask men for their secrets 93
To expose them
Before they expose themselves
Tee shirt Poetry 92
“Up mine!”
SOUTHERN (94)
When is poetry ever like this 94
As dull and as commonplace
As zaz?
SOMETHING OR OTHER
Oh me, oh my 94
Oh, why isn’t life
As dreary and dull
And awful as it is in books
Of poetry?
You have to admit 93
Everyone is crazy,
Completely insane,
Hopelessly lost in the ozone,
So, let’s fuck, huh?
SOUTHERN ROSE TAPESTRY NETHER WORLD SHAMROCK (91)
Ill, 91
I’ll
Will
Will
To Willy
Who will
Love me for it.
Or will he?
WHICH IS NOT CLOSELY ENOUGH DEFINED FOR THE
SOUTHWEST (94)
Weighing the morning 92
On the subjective scale
Of yesterday
OR, IDIOMATICALLY, THE
SOU’WESTER (94)
If morning is the matrix 91
Dusk is the determinant
Picture this one; 94
I envied the bitch in heat:
To be a bitch so openly
And, yet, be surrounded

I’ll describe a scene 93
To trigger visions
So that you’ll listen,
Like the puppy licking my chocolate breasts,
To the last line, which I will
Throw in as a statement.
Live free or die.
SOUNDING LIKE A SOW INVESTOR WHO FALLS FOR A
SOW’S EAR (94)
Perfection 92
Alberto the Cuban rebel/guitarist
Taught me how to split a log for the fire
(9 millimeter bullets are expensive and fun but
also efficient)
She raised her son 94
To be pussy whipped
Heavy
Cream curdling in its container
PECKED, LIKE A HEN, THROUGH
SPACE AND TIME (92)
BY A
Beach in Soggy Sand at Low Tide 92
When I want you to focus on that solitary footprint
I have to compromise and stain it with mint
SPARE TIME (92)
SPARROW WITH POLITICALLY INCORRECT VERSE POVERTY PAMPHLETS (94)
Animal Secrets 91
Swallow, Tern, Robin,
Bitch, Ass, Maggot
That man with blond hair 92
Bought a sport’s car
With my money and ran,
Was riding in the rain
With his new girl, Jane,
Cruising along, under
A railroad crossing.
In the glare of night
He didn’t see quite right
Didn’t notice the underpass
Was overfilled
With three feet of water
I guess that taught him,
Maybe even taught her.
The car came bubbling
To its eternal rest.
She hit her head.
(I liked that best)
Now, you see?
That was poetry.
You’re no gardener, not “being there” 91
Finding a familiar, commonplace 94
Thing
Hefty bags to cart away all the
Rejections
Carrot peelings that were
Poetry
Blue bathroom tissue that was used
To wipe
Puddles of tears
After learning about
Death
Just a little
SPECTACLES (92)
I love to see lens enhanced eyes 92
Looking up at me, lovingly,
While licking my thighs
FROM THE ENTIRE
RANGE OF
SPECTACULAR DISEASES (94)
THE ENTIRE
SPECTRUM (94)
OF THE
SPECTRUM IN OLD TIMES (94)
OF
SPIDER EYES TABOO TALES (91)
SPINDRIFT (94)
SPINSTER’S INK (92)
STAINS
Now sheets( ironed) are “blank” 92
Not crisp
And old ladies that bore
Generations/ (Bore readers,) get
Only “an hour’s rest”?
(I picture them, lost at their typewriters
Spitting on their grandmother’s legacies
And my grandmother’s too.
You spit on your grandmother’s
Legacy!
That’s why you’re lost;
You don’t know the synthesis of rebellion
The smushing together of pursed lips
The iron is still too cool
To make a good sizzle
THE
SPIRIT THAT MOVES (94)
“What have I done for me lately?” 94
That’s what a true woman of color would say

In my cataract world 92
All highlights
Are fresh fallen snow
IN A
SPIRITUAL QUEST (91)
Spiritual quest 91
For punctuation to
Untie unintended
Ambiguity
FOR
SPIT (94)
You read these lines, nothing. 94
When the horizon is bigger than the moon 92
Can you see the crack
In the atmosphere?
Can you see
The brown asshole of fluorocarbons?
TO MAKE A
SPITBALL (94)
Hey, honey, 92
Your eyes are deviled eggs
You ought to see a doctor
CROWD WHO ARE
CAUGHT BETWEEN THEIR
SPLIT PERSONALITY (92)
Schizophrenic Poets and Religious Lovers 92
Hating progress
Loving the fruits of it
Sucking the juice out of their word processors
SPOKES (94)
TURNING TABLES SET WITH A
SPOON RIVER (94)
No man 94
Has had his hands up my dress
And down into the elastic of my pantyhose
For years and years,
Since one, (that one, that time),
Who was folding my clean laundry for me
Asked, stretching those plastic containers of leg air,
“Why do you wear these stupid things?”
No good answer came and until one does,
I won’t.
Treesap gold 92
Outside darkness
Memory exercises
For potatoes without couches
SQUEAKY WHEELS (92)
Squeak, squeak 92
Squeak,
Squeak
STAND (94)
Man, 92
This ain’t right, man.
I don’t want no fuckin’
Hang gliders
Scaring my fuckin’ birds
BEFORE THE
STANDING STONE (92)
STAPLE (94)
Staple this to your brain: 93
You can call the cat with poetry
We stole a cadaver’s arm 94
From Yale,
Passed more than a quarter
To the poor man working the toll booth,
That night
Scat John! 92
I’ve had men like you, John.
I usually stick your faces
In it
Then say, “Bad boy!”
And make you clean up your mess
Before I kick you out the door
STAR (94)
CHARTS
How can I tell the loss of a child 94
From the loss of a lover
When, imagining the child,
I see him as a man grown tall?
I guess maybe I wasn’t supposed
To be a mother.
Hey, Norma, dear, 91
I see you there,
Sitting on your ample
Peripheries
ON
STAR ROUTE (92)
When I see the pear, 91
Passed over the counter,
I see…..
Ah, shit, I can’t lie
I see a pear passed over the counter
STARLIGHT (92)
TWINKLES

“There’s a woman, Ira!” 92
I say. He says
“Ah, shit, why bother?”
I agree, leaves more women
For me. Let Ira have coitus
In the open womb
Of his opulent room,
In the cold pit, the dry
Wit of his poetry
IN
STARMIST (94)
Treasures? 92
Don’t natural wonders display their own price tags?
In Another Mist, and Not a Missed Mist 94
I’m sitting
Disturbed
Pressure against
My buttocks
And I’d be happy
To pinch a loaf
But don’t
I need an image, a new image 93
I need imagery, NOW,
Or I’ll go all prosey
Uh, uh
Petunia in a pancake
Uh, uh
Six galloping julien fries
Uh, uh
The moon, sandwiched between lettuce and bacon
Uh, uh
Ice cream dripping onto my sweating cleavage,
Strawberry bosom, scooped by tender tendrils of butterfly
Shrimp
Oh! ….
Uh, nevermind.
Maybe all I needed was lunch
STARSONG (92)
Moron of many big words 91
He looks like a zoot suiter 92
Spinning keys on a chain,
That precocious little baby of mine,
Playing jump rope with our umbilical cord
STATE STREET (94)
Once there was no imagery worth naming, 92
We had to resort to video
STEELHEAD SPECIAL (94)
The game warden And poacher 93
Entertain each other
Sea Sick Fishing Chum 94
Fishing for poetry,
He vomits imagery,
Bait
STEREOPTICON (92)
Crawfish crayon 92
Rolls over
The desk’s edge
STEVAN (94)
STEVENS (94)
Chalk crumbles to bits 92
In the excited teacher’s hands
We, the experienced, know the value of chalk
Occurred to me that poetry is not 94
In the tone of the voice, song it may be
But just the fact that lines are measured
Without conveyance of feeling, thought,
Philosophy even, as long as it’s strong
In what it conveys and meticulous
About word choice. I think it must
Have a certain mystery about it,
How simple words can shine so
STICK LONGHAND (92)
LINE
No embers, here 92
STICKS (94)
Puke, puke, puke 92
You don’t have to puke
Up poetry
That’s what all the guys say, 93
“Tastes good! Try it.”
I say, “You try it.”
Worship his penis 94
The ultimate lie
Both heads will explode
And then he’ll die
STILL WATERS (94)
Hey, ice hole 93
That’s some bitchin’ lichen
Ooooops! I must end up
Liking lichen
Hey, don’t sing bird songs to a cat like me 94
Men tell me that, too 92
“My fingers will set you on fire”
But I’m water. I flow through the cracks
Of your luke warm deceit
STOHLMBERG (94)
You 94
Really mean nothing to me
I’d rather have a revolver
Than your face down, flat poetry
TO THE
STONE (91)
MARKINGS OF
Greenpeace Speedboat 91
Ocean waves become lines of poetry
Splashing, jumping
Toward the truth of the sea
THE
STONE CIRCLE (94)
Iguana on a pile of planks 94
Oops!
No,
It’s just a shadow
STONE DRUM (91)
BEATING
The poverty paradox 91
Third world soup song
Everyone should eat soybeans
I don’t need steak
Anyway, I’m on a starvation diet
OF PEELED
STONE (94)
INTO
STONE SOUP (94)
THEY HAVE US COMPETING
IN DEAD FIELDS
LIKE POETRY
(THOUGH TEACHING AND LECTURING MAKE MONEY)
THEY HAVE US COMPETING
COMPETING AGAINST THE BODY
THAT USED TO BE “OURSELVES”
THEY HAVE US COMPETING
NOT THE GOOD KIND, EITHER,
FOR TOO FEW PRIZES
FOR ALL SISTERS TO SHARE IN
JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP US,
SISTERS AND BROTHERS
FROM COMPETING AGAINST THEM
AND WHO IS “THEM”
IF ANY ONE OF “US” KNEW THAT
WE WOULD BE OUTCAST FROM “OURSELVES”
AND WHAT IF ALL THIS IS PARANOIA?
IF THERE IS NO “THEY”, NO CONTROLLING
ENTITY THAT WE ARE NOT,
THAT WOULD BE THE BEGINNING OF PARANOIA
It is easier to pen silver lines 92
When you’re born with a spoon in your mouth
When the blackberry moon rises 94
When the grapefruit moon rises
When the aspirin moon rises
When the crescent moon rises
When the dixie cup moon rises
When the donut moon rises
When the pastry moon rises
The pepsi moon
The blood shot moon
The bean dip moon
The umlaut moon
The incandescent moon
The silk stockinged moon
The sugar cane moon
When the mayonnaise moon rises
When the star kissed moon
The bumble bee moon
The tunafish moon
The albacore moon
The dolphin moon
The blowfish moon
The whaler’s moon
When the worn out moon
When the pizza moon
When the pock marked moon
The chocolate moon
The cold coffee moon
The constant moon
When the dental floss moon
When the breakdown moon
The morning moon
When the toilet paper moon rises
When the moon rises
I’ll be there
Waiting for your reflection
Still pulled, like the water
By a tide of memory.
FOR
STONEVALE (94)
I fell asleep in the car 94
Woke up with two men
mauling me
They were NOT embarrassed
STOP LIGHT (92)
ENERGY
She’s a poor girl, but rich inspiration 92
For my, sometimes, slumming poetry
ALONG THE
STORMLINE (94)
OF
STORY POEMS (91)
STRAIGHT AHEAD (91)
“Hello, my friend, so good to see you again 91
I been down so long, all by myself
I just couldn’t make it. Keep on straight ahead”
DEAD DIAGONALS OF
STRAIGHT STANDARD (94)
Radical Lonna 94
19 year old poet
Who says she is lonely
Protests nothing
We ought to take a trip together, 92
Maybe to the beach.
THE STRAIN (94)
IS THAT
STREET NEWS (94)
“Kill My Landlord” 94
`Cus Cambi says we got mushroom clowns
Growing up our asses
(or was it blowing up our asses?)
And tyrant whales about to overthrow us
And just enough air to breathe
To pay off this month’s thrills
FROM THE
STREET (94)
STRIDE TAXUS APPARITIONS OF TROMBONE (94)
SLIDE THE CONSONANTS
INTO A POND OF FLOATING CODAS
FOR THE
STRUGGLE, THE PROLETARIAN REVOLUTIONARY (94)
Does socialism mean that all those young 91
Spikes get an equal share of my pussy?
To each according to need?
From each according to ability?
Would my pussy be under state control?
“Oh, it’s like that everywhere,” I’m told.
Peace 92
Is the Pong
Of the diplomatic
We arrest you for having “no I.D.” 93
That sounds like fascism to me.
I defend the public 94
With my degree, my wits
And 27 years of T.V.
ASPIRING TO
STUDENT LEADERSHIP (94)
IT IS ALL ABOUT POWER AND ACCESS
Peace but no fried ship 91
Shards ripped the thing unborn
A can of balls? 92
Are they orange or yellow?
Are they still fuzzy?
Can I play with them?
There’s vision’s glare 94
And there’re sunglasses
Charting shards 91
In proportional integrals
ARE YOU REALLY AN ARTIST WHEN YOU GET A
STUDIO (94)
OR
Copper grows from our mother’s ass 92
TWO STUPID PLACES
WHERE YOU CAN PLOW YOUR MIND’S
SUB TERRAIN AND ANVIL (94)
SWORDS
I really don’t need to read the poem 94
Fuck, I saw the movie
FROM
SUCARNOCHEE (94)
I write these lines to tell 94
You I had a bad year,
Feel like a paint by number
Cardboard clown
With the colors mixed up
INTO
SULPHUR (94)
Brimstone dream invasions 94
Is it the city or some asshole?
Nan’s Last Sneeze 92
Blew her brains out
Busted a blood vessel
The ears go first….
….eh?
EVEN TEMPERED IN A
SULPHUR RIVER (94)
He farts in perfect pitch 94
Arthritic fingers tap the table
Music comes from the strangest depths
Prune juice adjusts timbre
Chair cushion controls amplitude and duration
In old age, he has developed
A new music of all the senses
THAT GREW FROM A
SUMMER STREAM (94)
Made me simile 92
Made me smile
Made me like simile

Made me like simile
Made me smile like simile
Made me like smiling like simile
Made simile like a smile
Empathy 91
Burnout and not a peep from the
Pope
OVERHUNG BY
SUN (94)
COULD NOT MAKE ART OF THE
SUN DOG SOUTHEAST (94)
WHO LIES IN THE NORTHERN
SUNSHINE READING GOOD READING (93)
God’s gone 93
On vacation
During dreary days?
Bud trees the oh! 92
ABOUT THE
SUPERINTENDENT’S PROFILE AND POCKET EQUIPMENT DIRECTORY. (94)
SWALLOW! WHAT A MAGAZINE NAME! AT LEAST IT’S
TRUTHFUL ABOUT WHAT MANY MEN MEAN “SWALLOW, BITCH”
WHAT A SWALLOWING
SWAMP ROOT (93)
Kleenex bubbled a bit green 92
Three large specks, grey brown
Two little ones
Four specs had nose hairs sticking out
SWORD OF SHAHRAZAD (92)
I’m menstruating 92
You want to have sex?
HE REALLY IS PRETENDING TO BE, A
SYCAMORE (94)
I grew a dang pickeral style 91
pickle this big!
Nothing happened 92
Didn’t cut my finger
There’s no way around it,
Three bottles
left
Little mushroom 94
Cloud
Where minnow
Used to be
SYZYGY IN THE IMPOSSIBLE UTTERANCE OF A PLASTER CRAMP(92)
Like a like a 92
IT’S FINALLY TEA TIME
T TIME
NOW IT’S T TIME
SHOCK SILLY
SCATOLOGY
NOT QUITE DONE WITH
TABULA RASA (91)
Tragicly pretty 91
Cyan starburst
Burning out before
It reaches 7 billion
GET OFF IT!!
TAILS OF WONDER (94)
WAGGING
TAK TAK TAK (94)
IT’S TACKY TO ATTACK
TAKAHE (94)
Classical drips 94
Jazz splatters
Blues drenches
Pop flows
R and R bubbles
Rock floods
A pink gesture 92
A purple gallop
An orange indigestion
A green rope
A magenta avalanche
A puce torrent
A sepia sorrow
Fucia forensics
A violet wrong
TAL TORAH ART (94)
TALES OF THE OLD WEST WESTERNER (91)
STERNER THAN A HOUSTONER OR A YOU STERNER
FOR WHAT ONE
TALISMAN (94)
ADMINISTRATOR,
TRYING TO BE
Alphabetical order 92
On poetry
Is asinine
Sloppy Joe 94
In my fingers
Makes me hungry
For the past
A
TALISMAN (94)
Seeing Self in Everything 94
Image of
A personified
Concept
Twisted
By saying the idiom
Is not axiomatic
To the fishing pole
TALKIN’ UNION (91)
We’re talking mob rule 91
Double entendre intended
Better organized crime
Than the other kind;
Then, at least, you know
What kind of asshole
You have to be.
When we begin to believe
We’re talking survival
It’s easier to get us
To agree, “Fuck Freedom!”
FROM
TAMPA BAY (93)
Steal this book of mine 92
So I can’t read
“Steal this poem”
TAMPA (94)
The Mountains See It Before We Do 92
But we keep the day
And feed it celery.
TANGRAM (94)
IS DOING
TAPJOE ANAPROCRUSTEAN OF ENUMCLAW (94)
Donna, making crooked tracks, 94
Trudging through the deep snow
And wilderness of her mind’s exile
And the twisted path it takes,
Steal heat from the heart.
Then she wakes, startled,
Dumping half gallons of ice cream
In buckets, to the freezer floor
Of the grocery store
Semantic confusion.
Having left it to cool off
In the walk in refrigerator,
It was not an exile but an ex aisle
Colors, 91
Fruit
And what they do
(mostly during the week end
and on vacation)
Dust in the Wind Variations 93
Ashes in the wind
Dust in the ocean
Ashes in the ocean
Asses in the river
Quick, someone get a camera!
Moliere’s Favorite Software 92
Moliere (short list)
TAPROOT IS BURNING HIS LAST TAPE (94)
Trying to expose the unique 94
And the __(fill_in_your_choice_here)__
In the ordinary
We make the __(repeat_choice)____
More mundane than it ever was on its own
Almost Nothing Is Not Necessarily More 92
Than Nothing
I say I take
Less than I give
And I type faster
Than I write poetry
Interlocking Illusions of Imagery 93
Elephant, Flowers, grass, night, needle,
Trumpets, pebble, Raging, serious,
Breaststroke (They always just have to
Bring sex into it, don’t they?
Now I’m supposed to remember the touch
Of the first man on my nipples,
The RUSH of my first woman
And how it was a homecoming
And how we both were the homecoming
Queen and the texture of various fingers,
The indecent roughness, the calloused
Strength, the tender prodding before lips
And tongue and teeth and the anticipation of …
Well, suffice it to say, there’s just too much
Sex in the body of our poetry today
And way too much of it is just attached,
superfluously,
Like a penis.
BECOMES A
TAR RIVER (94)
Zuni tunes 93
In The Louvre, I Remember “The Orange Show”, 94
Houston, Texas
Or
Duck Pucky Synecdoche
(Not
Get married so they’ll think better of you
But
Akin to seem good)
As the smiling duck for duck pucky
As we looked for fifty duck pucky landmines
for we looked for fifty ducks
As bird pucky for duck pucky
As duck house droppings for aviary ambiance
As food (ex food) for duck pucky
As duck pucky for duck feed
But not as duck joy for duck pucky
That would be sarcastic synecdoche
And something completely different.
OF FIRE THAT EVEN A
TASTE OF LATEX (92)
Sex Poetry 92
Anger me
Use me and abuse me
Make me crawl on my knees
Slap me
Bite me
But don’t make me
Shake my head
In shame,
Embarrassed for you
When you try to stick it,
Soft,
Into my brain.
TATTOO ADVOCATE (91)
TEAM (94)
EXCRETORS ALL CRYING
TEARS IN THE FENCE (94)
Insurance 94
Seat belt laws that 52% of the people ignore
Laws that fence in pools from the public
Laws that make life both “safe” and stupid!
For whose insurance?
My dogs turns 92
Into
A monkey
Before me
But it still can’t
Climb up a tree
AND
All this concern about 94
The lost children
The invisible children
When the cut comes
When the cute ones
Are in such demand
That it’s called kidnapping
To adopt them incorrectly
And even the ugly ones
Are attractive, cute
To some extent (by comparison), to someone
Bubbling over potential, but
People, like me, pass by
The old lady who sits
With her shopping cart
As a barricade, outside
Of Dot’s coffeehouse every night
They’ll let her feel safe
But not safe enough to sleep;
She sits hidden in shadow, round,
To the side, too proud or discouraged or scared
To beg
SPITTINGS FROM
TEITAN THELEMA (91)
THE LEMA
COULD NOT EXTINGUISH
TEJAS (91)
TELSTAR CAMELOT (91)
The minute of the cat 91
The hour of the cat
The year of the cat
One has more publicity
TEMPEST (92)
When The Work Is Done 92
Spotlessly clean kitchen
Shining, prim,
Is eerie at midnight,
Smells of death
TAKES
TEN LIONS AND THE END OF THE WORLD (92)
Floating into twilight 92
On a raft of lashed
Corpses, bloated,
Rotting, I hope the sharks
Aren’t hungry tonight
IN THE
TENTH DECADE (91)
You know how to waste lines of verse 91
And the trash can colludes
10th MUSE (94)
Star 94
Car
Bar
Car
Far
Tar
Car
Mar
Char
Car
Char
Star
TESSERA BILINGUAL WOMEN FROM ONTARIO IN TRANSLATION (94)
FORGING
TESSERACT BARDIC TALES (94)
Love is 94
Turning a Daughter’s
Bedroom into
A guest room
Or a den
Or something useful,
Not doll house memories
And stuffed animals,
Collecting dust
FROM
TEXAS (91)
“When Insanity Comes Knocking, 91
Throw Away the Door” by D.C. Berry
Was Such a Good Title, I Decided
To Use It In My Title Too
Doesn’t much matter
What comes after
A title like that
TEXAS (94)
INTO A
TEXTILE BRIDGE WHERE MOODY STREET IRREGULARS (94)
Let’s talk unemployment 92
And the Monetary Fund,
The 8 to 28 percent
Psychological sacrifices
To world “order”
Chaos is not a butterfly
Order is not butter
IN
THALIA (94)
THEMA (94)
SONGS

Shut (those damn noisy 94
Birds) Up!
My eyes are fruit 91
My eyes are eggs
My eyes are white wall tires
My eyes are two toilet rolls on the floor
My eyes are portholes into my eyes
(in the mirror)
Fat guy 93
Depressed
Franticly searching
For his lost……
Youth
Preferring to Admire Her Tanned 92
Youth
Blinding, golden
Sun slips
Under her bikini,
Dries the sand,
Digs UV into
Disrupted skin
(Should we tell her
The trouble she’s
Going to be in?
These Tears 94
I won’t be happy
Until the whole world,
Maggot to magistrate,
Plant, vegetable, fish, animal,
All hear me crying these tears
THEMATIC (94)
DURING THE
THIRD HALF (94)
We publish bad poets from 92
All around the world
ON A
THIRD LUNG (91)
Oblivious 91
Complacent, comfortable
In a cage,
Squeezing in on you
WITH THE
THIRD WOMAN (92)
Begging for romance, 91
Deprived of your beauty,
I press my lips against your window,
Melt the coating of ice
So what, if I get stuck here
For the Winter?
13th MOON (94)
THISTLEDOWN (94)
DOWNED
THORN TREE TROIKA (94)
SHUDDERED
Thorny Subjects 94
Guns, trapping, bullets
Potatoes, potato velocity, etc.
Teaching me to “lick the underside” 91
You bring down the hatchet 92
To chop the time line,
Cut me off from the past
Rasp 93
Crusty wood
Filing away
At your unshaped
Life
To expose
The whittling
Death
Underneath
Creating the monsters of a bad trip, 94
Goofing, they used to call it,
Scaring up images of animals
To inject into our dreams
Scarey scarey animal kingdom
Scary dark Africa
You make me wonder
If you aren’t a hunter
Or a land developer
Or a concrete contractor
Or a politician
THOUGHTS FOR ALL SEASONS (94)
Beware the epigram 94
It makes everything average
While life is both boiled and cold slawed cabbage
(And farts, and potato salad
and baked beans and burps)
Maybe not the pithecanthropus epigram 92
Pithecanthropus is too pithy for me
THREE CONTINENTS (94)
OF DYSENTERY AND INCONTINENCE
My old father 92
Is my conscience
My new father
Is my ego
But I’m still
Looking for my
Birth father,
My id
CROSSING THE
THREE PENNY (94)
THRESHOLD (94)
WITH
Poetry Deadlines 91
I have this way of talking
When I’m behind schedule.
I talk about poetry
Because the lines are too prosey
Then I throw in a description
To try to fool the reader
We’ve given up writing poetry 94
It’s all these bills and debts everywhere
All the romance of knights and princesses
Is squashed under a rotting roof, falling
From termites and tradition
THUMBPRINTS (94)
Sometimes my pen is full of shit 94
Sometimes words leak out
And dysentery becomes brown scribbles
For/Of smelly expression for me to tout??????
Don’t hold your breath 92
Sometimes my pen is full of ink 94
Sometimes it spurts forth words
Sometimes it gets stuck and won’t roll around
And even licking its tip won’t get it going
Cents 91
Sense
One doesn’t make the other
In the poetry biz
TIA CHUCHA (94)
I shoved a dildo into your throat 94
To show you what it’s like
To have to mouth your bad poetry
Wrap my lips around
Your twisted psyche
Lick your tortured syllables
Gag on your thrusts and parries of the truth
Kneel before your delicate(ly barren) sensibilities
Smile when you claim
That what it really means is
“I love you, only you.”
TICKLED BY THUNDER (94)
She put an elephant in his coffee 94
Donuts on the side
Called it “mad lib” poetry
And left by the window
IN A
TIDEPOOL (94)
Now, the creek 92
Where I first
Fucked him
Is polluted
BESIDE
TIDEWATER (91)
Always got to besomethinglickingsomething?91
TIFFANY (91)
Lucky Visions of a Lady 91
First edition
Parole replacement
UNDER
TIGER MOON STAR TRIAD (94)
Magical Music 92
Melody
Whispers
Promises
In The Underground Passage of the Ruins of Rome 94
There,
We met and stripped off
Our clothing
To drip fevered perspiration
On the stone steps
Where Romans soaked up
The blood of tourists
For the imagery
Of great moments
Great big hotel bills
And Global rhythm
World beat
Night club booze that was often uncooled
TIGHT (94)
EPESIOTOMY MIRROR OF
Brace yourself! 92
Here’s an image
My cousin’s braces.
Hee hee
Nothing delicate 93
About the
Spring
In my couch
Joy 94
Is a time release capsule
And grief is a bad cold
No! Wait!
Grief is a time release capsule
And joy is a bad cold
TIGHTROPE SWAYING OVER THE SWAMP (94)
WHILE POETRY CUTS BACK ON FAT
I seem to mix up 92
The shadows and the highlights
On the surfaces
Of my poetic imagery
TIMBERLINE (94)
TIMBERLINES (94)
CARVED IN TREES
Sweet tree lines 94
(Awash) In fall colors
So to hear the sound of “timber”
ABOVE
Imagery scrambled eyes 94
Blanched by clouds
In the shadow of mountains
Gravity is skewed
But is not so much mystery
As is the meaning of “crickets”
TIMBUKTU (91)
BUCK TOOTH IMPRESSIONS THAT IT’S A
Lick this “T” 91
TIME OF SINGING (91)
Patmos glaucoma 91
WHEN
TIMES CHANGE (94)
ONLY IN THE
TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT (94)
TAKE DAILY WITH MILK
TIN WREATH (94)
AROUND THE WRAITH
What’s In a Name? 94
Michelle
Not a bad couple of
sounds if one ignores
the “pattern” patter
and the “patrons”
All those rich women 92
Carrying around celestial bodies
(The sun, the moon, the stars)
In their purses
While, we, less fortunate ones
Must cherish them
With pursed lips
HUNG NEXT TO THE
TOAD HIGHWAY OF STONE TALK (94)
Not Finding the Proper Form at the Back, 91
She Exploded Into Her Favorite Escape
Her fit didn’t fit the format,
So she stormed out and found shoes
That would fit
You love these lines of poetry, 93
No matter what you know
Shaken, 94
Not that the world
Is changing,
But that there’s nothing
Familiar;
The hype’s so good
NEAR CHATTER
TOLEDO INMATE ARTS GLASS WILL (93)
IMPOSED,
TOOK (92)
TORNADO ALLEY (94)
EXCAVATIONS
Zoos and “Zoot alors” 94
Exist, essentially,
As treasures.
Zoo keepers
Tend to the animals
With love
And poets
Build
A natural habitat
For astonishment
THAT NO ONE CAN EVEN
TOUCH (94)
Shall I put a moral 92
Into a verse with rhyme?
Or should I, rather, get a job
And make some profit from my time?
I wish I talked 93
Ching, thump, whir
Clank, phizzzzz.
Then I could talk
To my car
Shall I Compare Myself With Me? 94
Better not. Competition’s bad
And mnemonic schizophrenia’s
Still a possibility
BECAUSE PRISONERS ARE HUMAN, NOT
TOUCHSTONE (94)
Coin in a fountain 92
Coin in a cornfield
Coin in an empty street
Oh, where have you been, little coin,
little coin?
Oh, where have you been, darling money?
Appreciation for poetry 91
Starts when you realize
That these lines suck
Beware of 1st and Main! 94
That’s where I saw a vision
Which inspired another poem (not this one)
TOUCHSTONE (94)
HEARTED LUMPS
After Occupying Hollywood 92
Washerwomen
Mothers
Wives
And whores
Populated poetry
EVEN IN THE
TOWER (94)
Nah, 94
He ripped open the “I”
That never again was shut
And turned his lover,
Poetry,
Into an aging slut
FOR THE PEACE OF MIND FOR
TOWNSHIPS UNDER SUN (94)
WHO GAIN BY CONCENTRATING ON
Village maples 92
Burn for tourists
TRADESWOMEN (94)
TRADITION (91)
TRAMP (92)
TRUDGING
Tramp tree 92
Out of mythology
Pulls up its roots
And leaves
AND THEIR
TRANSLUCENT TENDENCY (94)
Homeric Heroine addict 94
Stuffs Moliere’s methodone
Into Alice Walker’s arm
(Even though it’s only legal orally)
TO SPEND MONEY ON
TRANSNATIONAL PERSPECTIVES (94)
Gray coloured, 92
British
Beauty fades
(While some of us, here,
Keep replacing parts
Until the car rusts away
From inside)
Poetry Titles 94
“1989, A Pivot Year”
“1990, A Pivot Year”
“1991, A Pivot Year”
“1992, A Pivot Year”
“1993, A Pivot Year”
“1994, A Pivot Year”
THAT
TRESTLE CREEK (94)
Fond of the frond, 92
The limb chandelier
Of her maple syrup
Is sappy and sweet
To my tongue
Interplanetary Geophysicist Poetry 94
Plural/ singular
Agreement
Mars the reading
Of lines about mines
And yourses
CALLS PROPAGANDA ON A
TRIQUARTERLY (BASIS) (94)
A Simple Statement 91
ANY person
Who fights authority
With fists against guns
Anyone who needs to get in
A few blows of her own
When the police come
When the guns are drawn
When the handcuffs are tightened
Any fool who wastes
Revolutionary ardor on being
Beaten, without even martyred
Possibilities, without a video,
Without waiting for a lawyer,
Without finding out first
What is really REALLY going on
Is more a part of the system
Is more fraternizer, more of a cog
Is more of a traitor to any revolutionary
Cause, than is the apathetic or the fearful
And any fool who thinks murder helps
ANYONE but the superstructure
Which exists, right now,
Is lying when she calls
Herself informed or revolutionary
Because death has always been society’s
Most useful tool.
TRONA RAG OF NO ALLEGIANCE, ASKING
“ARE WE GOING TO A FUNERAL?”
THE IDIOT’S FRIGHTFUL LAUGHTER(92)
12 Step Addiction Addiction 92
Poetry is not a drug
If anything is not a
Drug like the little pills
In the brain of prayer
INVADING
TROPOS (91)
In toto, illiterate, I 91
Envision
Myself endowed
With romance
Languages
but
uh
Well,
That’s no excuse
To “clabousse”
The “pamplemousse”
Is it?
TROUT CREEK DOG RIVER BACK POCKET (94)
We don’t bake bread 92
For simplicity or smell,
Forget about Grandma
Nuzzling soft,
Wonder fluff flour
And Chips Ahoy!
Disability? 94
Are the “disabled”
Still
“Disabled” when
Dead?
TSUNAMI (94)
SO SUE ME!
ON SCHEDULE
“She” should have been 93
A good girl
And buttered your potatoes
Too
It all depends upon 91
The rigidity of thought
WHY SHOULD I BE FRETFUL ABOUT THE FOIBLES OF MEN?
I WANT FEMALES THAT I CAN RESPECT AND LOVE,
DON’T CARE UNLESS WOMEN MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES
CLAWING FOR THE TOP
FEELING UGLY
SAYING STUPID THINGS ABOUT LOVE
Sickness shows up 92
In those Dr. Kildare, Ben Casey poets’ lines
Because they can’t face death and censor sex
And lost their “Birds of North America Guidebook”
And lent flower catalogues to a real gardener
And gave Bullfinch’s Mythology to Grandma
And all they have left for reference
(Since they mostly avoid boisterous life)
Is that yellowed Gray’s Anatomy from when
They thought they might study “Pre Med”,
Until they realized that physician’s assistants
Were going to be having all the fun and profit
Was going to be reserved.
SO THAT
TUCUMCARI (94)
WON’T CARRY THE LOAD ALONE
DO COME, KERRY! DUKE HIM, HARRY!
DO KIM CARRY?
SHE BE STRAPPED?
SHE BE BALLISTIC, BABY!
Plant Trees, Not Three Plants 91
Go lots, go!
Go lots(in kulots)
Go lots go!
Golots and Helots and Shelots and Welots
And bigots and whatnots in factory car lots;
Now, that’s what I call a lot of diversity.
War In the Abbey 93
She raised her face,
Felt a kiss, said, “It was holy,”
But the sisters Did not concur,
Did not think the Holy Ghost
Would ever wear red lipstick
And, anyway, all but one of them
Never really liked her.
Then came the abyss.
Flight Path: A Villanelle 92
Ah, Well, What the Hell?
Flight Path: Free Verse
Dark light
Images images
Moon vector
Cloud blur
Rim jets
(With little rust trails
In suggested spirals)
Dark light
I still can’t seem to get it
Right
Come Cat Come 94
Jerk off juxtaposed,
Nah, just angler tangled,
Caught in fishing lines
LIKE THE
TURBULENCE (94)
OF BUBBLING GREASE,
TURKEY (94)
ON A THANKSGIVING
TURNSTILE (92)
TURNSTONE (94)
On the road to neither
a prairie nor a prayery poem 92
TWISTED (94)
I’m twisted from a color spot game 92
Of trying to touch tits with the reverence
Of the word “breasts” and Twister that I am,
I smell mostly plastic
You think the spilling of blood 94
Will make you remembered
When anyone anywhere
Can spill more than your match
See what I mean?
Blood, blood, blood
Blood and it’s the fourth
Blood you’ll always remember?
Blood , blood
Horror is a hiding place
From
Mortality
BY
2 AM (94)
FOR EVERY
TWO PENNY PORRINGER (94)
TYRO (94)
Tompoet 91
Sentient A nice word
Most of the time, my lover is a “guy”
And still is sentient
Maybe I’m the one who sounds male,
In comparison, but
I had a poet big brother
I used to play poetry
With the boys in the schoolyard
Sex and Death 92
Rope burns
From
Suffocation sex,
I prefer to keep the two
Separate, as far as possible,
TYRANTS SQUASH PUMPKINS, SAY
“WE GAVE YOU ALL THAT
LESS TAX STUFF
NOW YOU OWE US MORE”
WHILE POETS PEN POEMS THAT
REACTIVATE
ONLY CHILDHOOD CARTOON MEMORIES
WHILE TWISTED BUT TRUE TALES
FADE
FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE
U.C. (92)
YOU SEE?
Frag Pixle Monster Stretched Skulls 92
In The Highlights
I see,
Through the painted eye,
I see
ULTRAMARINE (94)
UNCLE READS THE MAGAZINE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE GIVEN UP,(92)
Graffiti Plague 92
Thy thou
Shall
Drop trou( sers)
Bend over
And take
Four lashings
Of the tongue
HIDING IN THE
UNDERPASS (94)
Europeanization 92
For a colonial nation
“Versailles” says something 91
Hall of history’s mirrors
Labyrinth 93
Entrances
So you think it could be
Labyrinth entrances?
So B.Z.’s been to Paris, huh? 94
Bedazzled piano keys
To a stripper’s rhythm
Lock
Out changes
For one famous
Name’s sake
To recognize
Another’s talents
In the broomed sunlight
Of infidelity
UNDERWHICH (94)
Feeling His Eye 94
Then lumpy
Oatmeal warmed
His insides
There was fire
In the furnace
Astigmatism
Of cross eyed
References
Poking fun at
A sty and stigma
Attached
To infection
Inflection
Flecks of dust
Shake the 91
An idea

Live in
Infinite unities

(Unless it’s a uni
Tie that you have to buy.
Then just a few will usually do
[are usually enough])
Tainted by proposals, I 94
Don’t dare approach beauty
With psychology.
Overly impressed
By a good body
I can’t find a model
For my poetry.
UNITED (94)
Witnessing 92
Takes no certain tone
And it’s your religion’s
Failure to leave that unknown
UNITY FOREGOES WEE WISDOM (94)
2 92
I’m not allowed to be sick
So I pop pills, wishing I could
Fly
Away
1
The editor didn’t
“Understand”
The street names I knew
IS AN
UNMUZZLED OX (94)
UNSILENCED VOICE (94)
Ha ha Single raindrop 94
Maybe it was bird shit
SPEWING
UNSPEAKABLE VISIONS OF THE INDIVIDUAL (91)
I confess! 91
I confess!
My poetry is neither
Visual nor beat oriented!
UNTITLED (93)
A cliche is like a bad simile 93
Not a rotting smile
Nigh visi t on
….. He said
Past crying, men and boys, left naked before
Heaven, scream before she has taken all eyes.
Hell ghosts in floats left a window
Times a thousand. Veiled dreaming of the thousand
Naked mid nights, more lady to princess,
She’s my my and and through.
URBANUS (94)
Can’t 94
“Revoke”
Life fuck ups
On the laws
That created them
Less Motionless 92
More Todd Moore
I skid or I skidded?
That kid should be kidded
His eye lids are shut, lidded
By picture bids bidded
On what he did when he did it
Because paper and ink
Are cheaper than paint
In adrenaline animation
Of some slip silly mistake
That was not even half witted
URBAN URBANE
US1 WORKSHEETS (94)
INVADE
UTAH (94)
I saw a heron 92
Spread its wings
Over the entire horizon

But now loons are in vogue
Spreading wings across the cover
In the very latest fashions
WITH
VAGABOND (92)
Unions and Subsidy 92
Prevalent now,
Big brother vice presses
A 2 X 4 against it
To make sure he confesses
With an unfurrowed brow
VALLEY WOMEN’S VOICE (91)
VALET WOMEN’S VICE
BALLET WOMEN’S VERY NICE
CHOICES
Cry For Me, Argent Tina 91
The seance sucked, tonight
And I missed a mystical flight.
Now all I can do is write
About how my life is so trite
VANDELOECHT (94)
VANITAS (94)
UP YOUR ASS
I eat meat 94
That’s meant to hang
Have a taste for humans
But am no cannibal
A muck raking ox 91
In an Oz of ours
Ran amuck, broke his chain
And trampled the flowers
(And took a big chunk
Out
Of the freedom of the press)
Charmed Garters of Ox 94
Not quite my cup of tea;
When bloodied, the children have to be
Given a reason for a decree
(If not da crow on my backyard settee)
Which makes “meat” merely
Flesh eaten
Not sucked, nor kissed, nor beaten
Into riding submission. He puts on my
panties and fishnet hose
And makes a moist hole to hang the ring in his nose.
EXCLAMATIONS OF
VEGETARIAN (94)
WHO
OBJECTS
TO
OBJECTS THAT MOVE ON LEGS
Anyway, Eating is Pass 94
If we didn’t butcher cows
For the store
Who would keep them
From going extinct?
But 91
I love 92
Butt 93
The big problem with diapers 92
Is not that they pile up
Love traitor 91
Race traitor
Species traitor
I can’t tell the haters
From the lovers
But, then again, vegetarians scribbled on paper93
That was made from cut down trees
Sat at chairs and desks made of tropical wood
Drove smokey cars all those extra miles to the
Whole Foods Market
And made a mess in their own bio degradable
clear tunneled ways.
VEHICULE SIGNALS (94)
Pulling violence out 94
With limbic insertions
Implanting the peace
Of a mere machine
That only requires gas and oil
Blink blink 92
I’m so glad to have gotten a guy
Who gets up
In a good mood
New Car Lot Pictures, Posted: Ads Up 94
Vehicle vestibule
Granual ridicule
In annual intervals
Pecuniary tentacles
CAR
CRASHING
INTO A
VER (94)
ROOM
VARROOM!
VAH VAH VOOM
NO LONGER
VERY VERTICAL
PORCH
ACROSS A YARD
Fuck You, May 92
When you personify
Me out of the picture
Don’t expect me
Not to cry foul
Or take it personally,
But of course, you can’t tell
And don’t really care,
So, I say, “Oh, well”
At least sun and earth are there
For you
To pay attention to
Don’t sit on my pew end 93
or goo end or spew end
I really want you back 91
But before you come
You have to promise
Not to go through
My trash anymore
Because, now,
I’ve shaped up
And am prettier
Transmuted 93
Here, shining, she,
A glinting and slippery mermaid,
Creature of and on the green end,
Waves and leaves again
But
There, the stone trees are solid
And the man, reduced, subdued,
Not wooden, sits through the wood pew
To “they”, transmuted.
VERANDAH (94)
Soft, Bi Sexual Pelicans on Salty Haiku 94
Fucking pelicans
Beaks flapping
In sperm feather wind
Sticking to the sand
Along the cream beach
OF
VERSE (94)
Cutting Wind 92
Razor, razor
Raise her ardor
Razor, razor
Raise the wind
Razor, razor
Got to get
A razor in
VERS QUEBEC (91)
WITH
VERVE (94)
IN
Imaging 94
Thinging
Plusing
Inging
SPORADIC BURSTS
Old Porno Picture Lover 93
He’ll see stormy tongues licking gutter dogs
See bitch leavings
Loving the money
He hopes to see a spider net stocking crawl
Along the floor on long legs
When the sac gets drained, maybe
He will see water, plunging through pipes and see
Man seeping in, some gamete,
But he speaks for himself

A year before he died,
My grandfather didn’t say anything
To me and I didn’t call him.
I was far off and working on a
Call girl’s career
Sexual Harassment At Home 91
Dinner is burning
Shoe lace undone
Catapult the garbage
Black, flying fish
Hidden in aerial shadows
From vicious cats
That wish us dead
Because the dogs get the scraps
And the cats
Don’t frighten the bad guys
Who hoot and howl
From hungry shadows
And only subside
To commit more murders
And all this mess
Because you wouldn’t listen
When I said, “No.”
Mortified But Not Fried 92
…. And “she” will be
Ever mortalized
In the dying lines
Of my “she” poetry
VESTAL (92)

No Gore Allowed 92
Virgin in a vest?
Virgin vessel?
Romance?
Sword dance?
Vestal virgin
Eggs, over easy
With catsup
VICTIMOLOGY (92)
OF THE
VIETNAM GENERATION (94)
Dishonorable discharge 94
Because my brother didn’t keep
A good
Black book of names and situations
A list of embarrassments
A list of bare ass minutes
With the lieutenant who lied,
Took the brunt of the frag,
“For the guys”, and my brother’s
Dishonorable discharge.
FOR A
VIGIL (93)
VIGILANTE
He lived with 92
A purple tie
In the closet,
That the moths
Fell in love with
Immediately
SO THAT THE
VIKING PENGUIN (94)
IMITATES
VILLAGE IDIOT, MOTHER OF ASHES (94)
fall down 92
walnut
pudding maker
VILLAGER (94)
NOT MANIFESTING
VINCENT (94)
Daisy chain 94
Of Herpes/syphilis
(spirochete)
Genital sandwich
Of HIV crystals
Norepinepherine
Minus one
Oh please
minus one!
Dad explained 93
How hard it is
To understand.
Electromagnetic 92
Speed of light
Shit burgers
Golden parsley 91
Hide from Momma
She’s been shopping,
Got a bag full
Of vitamins.
VIOLETTA (91)
Crawling back into 91
Mother Earth’s
Ocean,
Face smushed
TASTING
VIRGIN MEAT (94)
DESTROYED
VIRGINIA Q (94)
VIRTUE (94)
How To Mop Mud With Grace 94
Let Grace
Scoop
While you
Swirl
So, I’ll just sit in my skinny office, 91
Remembering Moses and Donald and all
Insert my stubby fingers into children’s brains
And sniff the juices while I watch their pain
Then I’ll take the whole thing
Back to Moses again.
VISIBILITIES (92)
IN
VISION TEAM (91)
TO BECOME
Cicada cicada 91
What ‘s your favorite flavor?
VISION SEEKERS (92)
Psychic turn down 92
Psychic turns down
(Psychic turn downs )
Psychic turns down
A two way street
A westward highway
With lost hyphens

Under a highway
With lots of hyphens.
VIVO (94)
Durable river on dramamine 94
Luminous air polluted by pollination of words
Where “Death is Granite
With an underwater iris
I can’t bring myself to comment Vivo!
VOICES INTERNATIONAL (94)
Squishy earth 91
Eats my wheels
In self defense
The hot house of my Winter 93
Was a guard shack
And fantasy
Was the delicacy of my womb
Oh well 94
When I sat the shrunken
Onions
With green shoots
In the hanging basket,
The kitchen
Smelled
Of the sauteed liver
You used to prepare
So well
Oh well
VOICES ISREAL (94)
Guilty 92
Virus like
Little whinnies
From a hoarse
Pederast
How can I sit shiva 93
On yon kipper
Without getting Shiva’s
Bottom oily?
This is for the poet 94
That steals ideas
But has understood them well enough
To give them their own credit
WOMEN IN THE MOON (94)
WOMEN IN THE MOOD
“No sexual abuse themes this year” 94
just lessons on how to lie
and like it and to be proud
of your deceit and devices
while i am still sexually abused
I sketch my women and men with words 91
Because most of them look like misshapen nerds
Tickling my thighs with their four eyes
Face dancing like polyps
Blowing smoke out my eyes
Subtlety about AIDS 94
Is not uncalled for
Deceit
But it is in a higher sense
Uncalled for
IN WANING
WAINWRIGHT (91)
Sister Mary Motions 91
Crosses in Greek and Roman
WAKE FOREST
(94)
WALKING AND SINNING ACCELERATOR (92)
WARTHOG (94)
REMARKS
WITH 27 CYLINDER
WASCANA (91)
ENGINE, FORBIDDEN IN
WASHINGTON (94)
The lime reason dentist oath had thrush tank92
Redundance
Face in hand………….. 91
I’m an old fart
Publish me!
WASHINGTON (94)
“Spout” wrecked it 91
Made me think
Away
An itsy bitsy bit
And drink a sip
From the water spout
Death 92
Lies
Life

Life
Lies
Death
Let’s see…. 94
Patient as bacteria
Patient as pock marks
Patient as plaster
Patient as a rubberband lobster
Patient as a bullet
Patient as a hungry goldfish
Patient as a lump in the throat
EXCEPT THE LEGAL
WASHINGTONIAN (91)
WITH A LEGISLATIVE
WATER MARK (94)
HIGH
Wildflowers 94
Blossom
Toward the sun

Wildflowers
Blossom that way
Toward the sun
AT THE
WATERFRONT (91)
WATERWAYS MAINSTREAMS (94)
SELF REALIZATION
Here I am in a seashore scene 94
Riding the waves of words
Seeking the shadowy shoreline
Never forget…… 92
Shit!
….. I forgot what.
ALWAYS LEAVE THEM BEGGING
FOR YOU TO STOP
GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO TAKE HOME
TO DIGEST
SOME STICK TO THE BONES
POETRY
Stopped! 94
Color blinded
What does cobalt blue look like?
FOR
WAYNE (94)
WHILE
WE (92)
OR, RATHER,
I saw the bald guy’s head 92
Reflected in the sky no lie!
WEBBER’S (93)
I once called the state of Texas 93
“Zick wick nik nik”
IN
WEBSTER (94)
WONDER
Eyes open 92
Black
(Venetian)
Blind

Fast food buffet reminds me 94
Of the day I was born and wasn’t
Scooped like a C section
Into shallow plates
At a good food cost percentage,
Delivered,
All prepped,
By the truckload
AND
WELTER (94)
BESIDE
WESLEYAN (94)
WESLEYAN (94)
Everything 92
Becomes you
Except the white dress
(I want it)
FREAK OUT!
DON’T MAKE A SCENE
FREAK OUT!
HOW MUCH DO I FREAK OUT?
LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.
I FREAK OUT WHEN I HAVE TROUBLE
BELIEVING IN THE RHYMES AND REASON
FUCK IT!
I FREAK OUT WHEN I FEEL SICK
I FREAK OUT WHEN IT DOESN’T SEEM
WORTH IT ANYMORE TO TRY TO CHANGE
MYSELF AND OTHERS
WHEN MOVEMENT IS JUST
TOO MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE
FUCK IT AND FREAK OUT!
FUCK THE PUNCTUATION,
FUCK THE COMMAS,
I GOT A POETIC LICENCE
ELITIST, I KNOW, BECAUSE
THERE ARE SO FEW OF THEM ISSUED
EVERYONE HAS POETRY TO SHOW MOMMY
FUCK THIS SHIT
I WANT TO CRY
I DON’T WANT TO DIE
I THINK I’M CALMING DOWN
I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK
DON’T WANT TO BE
FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE
WEST BLUESTONE (93)
Watching the words 93
I am aware
That the line
Between
Wisdom
And
Folly
Is also the line between
Folly
And
Wisdom

But not just those
It is also the line between
Love
And
Hate

Good
And
Evil

Time
And
Circumstance

Guilt
And
Innocence

Winning
And
Losing
WEST ANGLIA (94)
R,_W,_&_B 91
My words
Are blue
Varicose veins
Of patriotic
Coloration
Caucasian
With high high
Blood pressure
A beautiful day 94
With Daddy
And all I think of
Is death
FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE?
Core 92
Melt down
Ore
Felt down
Re
Dealt down
Bummer!
WEST BRANCH (94)
WEST COAST (92)
The algebra 92
Of a soggy
Greening brassiere
WEST END (92)
Then I had to put my face 92
Into the couch
THOUGHTS SOMEWHERE
WEST OF BOSTON (94)
Dropping children like 92
Simile
Like smiles
IN THE NOXIOUS
WEST WIND (94)
OF
Fire 94
Breathes
Words
Sharing wind
1992 92 and 94
1994
Inevitable
Ethereality
Fire
Fire
Solid
Solidifying
Returning
Home
WESTENRA UNDEAD (93)
WESTERLY (94)
WESTERN (94)
It’s synodic in the western bay 94
And the stars
Are so close
I can imagine the
World is flat
Mom’s getting older 92
BUT WHORES AND SOME POETS DON’T KNOW
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN “WHAT THE FUCK?”
AND “FUCK THE WHAT?”
It’s August in Atlanta 94
It’s Spring in Siam
It’s May in Madrid
It’s Easter in Rome
It’s October in Malasia
It’s Christmas in Somalia
It’s January in Jamaica
It’s March in Moracco
It’s April in Formosa
It’s September in Boca Raton
It’s Winter in Brazil
It’s Autumn in Bosnia
It’s November in Vietnam
It’s February in the Big Apple
It’s June in that jazz bar on Bleeker
It’s Summer at Fenway
It’s December in Anchorage
It’s Chanuka in the Ukraine
It’s July in Greece
(It’s always the season for love)
It’s October( the) 18th at 2:03 AM (2:30)
On the lot where Nissan
Sales are killing
Oldsmobile ( I’m alone, sometimes frightened,
The watchperson here. I work for Bulldyke Security
And I’m underpaid
And alone
And underworked
And alone
And my baby never came
And there’s no toilet.
WHERE
WESTVIEW (94)
Working Outlaw Words 94
Like you or I would write poetry
if we only knew how
Disgust 93
Courses through me
Building pressure
And the only escape
I have is the written turd
A Night With Absolutely Nothing Special About It91
I sit down to write “special” poetry
WEYFARERS (94)
We buried her dad 91
In chemical waste
WAIT FOR
Foxy 94
Caught in a trap
She forgot
All about the chickens
Stinging Expansion 92
Don’t try to insert your dry
Wit
Into the arrid desert
Of my vestal verse
Your words are 93
“Merely bulk”
For your style
WHEAT (92)
Flaccid time 92
Is a delicacy
When savored
ON A
WHETSTONE (94)
Short Title 92
Shit poem (shorter)
WHETSTONE (94)
SHARPENED WITS AND CONSCIENCES
Skeleton Bank 92
RTC horror show
Some people 94
Need to crack
Their knuckles
Some people
Need to knuckle
Their cracks
WHISPER (94)
TO
Dear Walt, 94
So happy you’ve been learning
Getting educated
So glad you now know
That night follows where ever you go
A
WHISPERING PALM (93)
A Fear of Displacement 93
I misplaced it
IN THE
WHITE CLOUDS WIND VEIN (92)
AND A
WHITE EAGLE COFFEE STORE (94)
SMELLS
What a revelation! 94
That lumberjacking
Is a real profession
In the sense that it
Is money for something
That is really needed,
The cleaning , pruning,
Nurturing of the land
IN
WHITE LIGHT (91)
The night lives 91
Silver glistening hell
And sharp again with
Desert sandstorm winds
Hound howl, bite
Fangs rip apart
The serpent of Isis
ON
WHITE PINE (94)
Poems are acts of acts 92
So fax me
Axe simile
So I can cut down
Your poet
Tree
WHITE (94)
WITH
WHITE ROSE (91)
IN
WHITE SANDS (94)
Yeah, “A world 94
Only we can build”
AGAINST
WHITE WALL, TIRED, OFF THE WALL (94)
Listening to the pitter patter 92
Of tiny
Eggs going to ground
My pen is not a speedboat 94
Trim leg with blond highlights 93
Long thigh, just out of the covers
Leg draped over the side of a bed
Disembodied
Attached to a “she”
That I will never see
BLACK
AND
WHITE, CROW ABOUT A CIRCLE OF REFLECTIONS (94)
Zygots multiply 94
But unleashed
Science searches
For purity
With its own definitions
For now
We all have mixed blood
Imagine no possession 91
Elders
As dying comes
WHOLE NOTES (94)
WITH
Unwilled Passions? 91
Hormones in harnesses
Limbic lollypops
What’s a MASTIFF? 93
A mast if the wind is blowing?
A mass tiff when we all are angry?
A Dead mother? (Sick Mom with arthritis?)
The poem neighed in the saddle of lines 94
Ellipsis was the horse’s name
Cantering over a field
Of barley in the wind….
No,
Maybe it was a field of rye
WORDS THAT SURVIVE WITHOUT PICTURES
IMAGES THAT CAN BE VERBAL CONSTRUCTS
WICAZO (94)
I am an ant 94
Crawling over the rotten stump
Of history
Looking for flesh to sting
And for food
WICKED MYSTIC (94)
Horror is conservative 94
Gothic churches
Dripped blood for the party
Line
WIDE OPEN (91)
No Need for Love Until the Visions Start 91
Until the Hunger
Open wide
To eat this warm apple
Then you’ll know love
WIDENER (94)
IN
WILD EAST (94)
As a woman, I prefer men 94
Does that make me sexist?
Many black men have treated
Women like me like chattel
Smooth outside, seeing white
Skin under the sheets,
Slapping me with their genitals
Does that make me racist?
I’m scared that the women I lick
Will try to frighten off my men
Does that make me homophobic?
I love the moist skin of youth
Does that make me ageist?
I’d rather be upper middle class
Does that make me classist?
I sometimes am defined
By the smell of sex
Does that ban me as erotic
I love a good limerick
Sometimes I
Write certain line lengths
In controlled form
What is all that compared
To your prejudice
Which keeps you from reading me?
WILDERNESS (94)
WILDFLOWER (92)
Cheap nature pictures 91
Without film
October juniper, fleshed civil, 92
Fused to the present
In shrill fidelities,
Deciduous divisions
Wreathe the woodbine.
Cool chatter remembers
Merciless intervals
Separate growth,
Into itself.
Citizens of the Arroyos 91
Compete for fame with yo yo’s
yoyo ma never comes by to visit
Toyota buys up prejudice
With tight green money buds
WILDWOOD (93)
WILLAMETTE (94)
WONDERMENT
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU DON’T CARE
ABOUT ME, ABOUT LIFE, ABOUT LOVE,
THAT YOU HAVE
Described as poetry 94
In black veils before dancing
Lesbians in a banana
(bandana?)
Dusty, Gated,
Donkey,
shuttered wave,
Dog and children
Land
on the runway
of foreign inflections ?
MISGIVINGS
The used car lot 94
Is dirty.( kept that way.)
In
The new car lot,
People want to make love
TO GIVE TO
WILLIAM AND MARY (94)
BY
WILLOW (94)
3 lines forsaken 94
For the “good idea”
Of the following 6 lines
(Which I won’t include here)
IN
WILLOW SPRINGS (94)
WIND (94)
TALK ABOUT
A snifter of Summer 92
(But only one
At a time)
WINDFALL PROPHETS (91)
Snout snakes 91
Sniff out
A good deal
TAKING STOCK, WHILE
WINDHORSE SAMURAI (94)
Stinking verandah 92
Vowel song breeze
In French farts
FIGHTING
FUCK FUCK FUCK WORDS
SCREAMING
“WHO GIVES A SHIT?”
“WHO WANTS ONE?”
The river runs, 94
Dirty, clean
The river runs
Recognizable

Grey sky floats by
Some days are blankets

The only things
That are even a little different
Are the poetry pieces
Under these seasons of change
Written
In this old house
And the barn
That needs rebuilding
And the windows
That crack in the Winter
HOVER IN THE WIND OVER
WINDHOVER (94)
Don’t tell me you’re gifted! 94
So,
Don’t tell me that the bloodstain
covered your heart yuck,
The bile made you smile,
The urine puckered your pussy,
The mucus made you remember,
The sperm made you cut yourself.
Don’t you tell me that, if you’re gifted.
BESIDE
No Doggerel 94
No Dog Growls
Leo, the mutt, plays
Elbows on the grass
Butt up, nipping
At Wooly booger
The Big black chow dog
Who reigns now
“Come on! Play!”
But there’s too much
To do as top dog
That’s what Leo envies
A sense of purpose
WINDLESS ORCHARD (94)
I remember 92
Wolfgang the waiter
Bulging
WINDSOR (94)
Talking to the animals 94
First animation
Of the automaton

Talking to the Warthogs 94
Asking for advice
WINEBERRY (94)
A Sighting, A Gift 93
Gulls lifting land crabs to sky
All at once
Dropping them
We dive out of democracy 94
Into a pool of dictatorship
By the majority
Who say collectively,
Unconscious, “Hold
Your neighbor’s Hand
And float because
It’s a sin to swim”
WINSTON (91)
You gave your nine year old “princess” 91
A breast imprint?
WIRE (94)
Kerosene sucks 92
Madonna’s air?
Sucks wire?
Wire sucks?
CONNECTED
TO
WIRE EYE OF THE COMET (92)
Lucky 92
Anyway
Lucky
Any
Way
WISCONSIN (94)
Frying Fish 94
Flying fish
(flipped)
Which “element”
Is theirs?
WISCONSIN (94)
WISCONSIN RESTAURANTEUR (94)
LIKE
A TERRIER?
WISCONSIN (94)
Lapin Love 94
After rabbit stew
The worms come out
Attach to the stomach
And wall like calamari
In the dark acid ocean
Of a full belly
That ‘s where starvation
Begins its paradox
The more you eat
The more hollow you become
Bloated, tight, like a drum
Ready to explode release
What was I thinking
When I moved to the country
With you, hoping I’d be
Kept comfortable
In the (sainted) sated (sainted)
Warmth of your lapin love?
THE
WISE WOMAN (94)
WASHES
Why wisdom for women? 92
Why is wisdom not world wisdom,
Universal wisdom?
Why menstrual wisdom?
Why answer?
Oh, clap your pustual trap ya whining twit 94
Trying to teach your sisters
Lessons you still need to learn
“We’re the same”
“We’re different”
“We’re the same”
“We’re different”
“Tastes great”
“Looks good”
IN THE
WISHING WELL (92)
My passion is warm like the color 92
WITHOUT HALOS (94)
Don’t give us any more time 91
To excuse our self imposed blindness
That’s why images are poetry
We don’t see for ourselves
Discolored Discovery Discourse 93
My gosh!
There’s life outside of our fireplace!
Finding it almost extinct 91
We get worried and begin mating procedures
To save leprosy in our microscope zoo
Clearer Than 94
The moon roamed even these landscapes
Of flying haystacks
And the pond’s hot buttresses, thunder colors,
Mysterious wind of scummed peonies,
And magenta poplars.
Bleeding blossoms bloomed
Like there were clouds
And won’t stop
It is October 93
Everything is
Cool, smells of wholes,
Concrete blisters,
Ice to fill them
Soon.
(And then, of course, it’s going to twist
and turn them,
make them swell out of shape and break
through their
boundaries and have holey babies
so that soon there’ll be
more holes to fill and then
leaves will leave, it will
leave and be a different season)
Even the toilet’s scrubbed and foreign.
Someone made the water blue
Domino effect with falling towels
In Lightning colors of hauberked nakedness
Like stiff cotten
And there were flying mistresses of fur balls
Against the wall by the spiget
Rainier Marie 92
Still wrong, Marie Carol Becker
The songs, the sonnets, the elegies,
The prose don’t translate, it’s true,
But, more still, the mood can’t be left to you,
Sitting in the Swiss Alps, breathing old air,
Breaking in hiking boots, deaf to cowbells.
Do you have Rodin, chipping away every day,
At the granite of your head, removing every part
That is not art; In circular motions with his hands
Smoothing your bust, the bust of inspiration?
Do you have a wealthy mistress, who takes you in
Like the storm cat? Do you sit with The Panther,
Shaking your head, stuffing another line in the dresser?
Well, even if you do, I can’t leave the mood to you,
Outside of The Castle’s grandeur,
In the fair weather of the now,
Because it was storming cats and dogs of unrememberance
Then Yes, back then, it was rainier, Marie.
TO
WITNESS (91)
But then she writes a poem about what she didn’t do? 91
Like telling them that “safety”, for her,
Meant that they, one of them,
Would stay?
WITWATERSRAND (94)
WOLSAK (94)
Stereotyping the Stereotypers Typing 92
They touch their genitals
Because they think of Western women,
All of us, as whores.
AND
Putting on these panties is like stepping backwards 94
The bulges
From both sides of you
The place where your pons expanded
Against silk lace filigree
Your pubes are darned into the peek a boo
Openings where moisture would once seep through
But now
My clit doesn’t fit my labia
Feel slighted in the tent
Of your protuberances
And I put you into the pile
Of delicates to be tumbled
And shrunken back into shape
But have no heat to unstretch my insides
Since you became a full time transvestite
And told me I cramped
Your style
BE A
WOMAN OF POWER (92)
Rhomboid 92
“Just like the one who ran
What do you do when you’re” RHOMBOID
“`Cus you know you’re” no man?
FOR
WOMEN’S EDUCATION DES FEMMES (94)
A rose is not a rose 94
If not the perfect rose
Depending on how you
Lick at it
WHO GIVES A SHIT
IF THE LINES CONNECT TO THE TITLES?
NO ONE’S LISTENING, ARE THEY?
HAS ANYONE MADE IT THIS FAR?
I MIGHT AS WELL LET THE WORDS SPEAK
FOR THEMSELVES. LET THEM THE WORK
Why Women Piss Me Off (More than Men) 92
We were supposed to be better
Make it better
Compete to change
Beyond the surface
But we didn’t
We were not better
Could not be, by those rules
Everyone knows
Men have always been better
Always been better
At being total assholes
WOMEN’S (94)
This is you, you weak little bimbette octopussy, 94
This poem you didn’t write
“Touch me and I’ll be bad
I’ll be bad and touch me
But don’t send me any
Fuckin’ haiku!”
WOMEN’S (94)
WOMEN WISE (94)
WOODLEY (94)
Somehow the word heron 91
Poets the sentence
is it heron
Sounds or awkward beauty
They see as the symbol of the image (mage)?
Yeah, but…. 94
Could Caruso break
An ear drum
With his tin tongue?
“Could only be Caruso on the Victrola” spinning like a
upright suckling pig
WORCESTER (94)
Scrubbing the dirty bottom 92
Of the two headed baby
You bore and called Poetry
Already stinging it sightless with soap
Putting screams in its burbling mouths
Considering murder vicariously
You say they say “Stop, you’re killing me!”
KNOWING THE
WORD WORKS (93)
My father lit my hair on fire! 93
Fuck him
Fuck him
Fuck him! He even had the nerve
To try to tell me it was an accident!
Hah!
In and out 92
Of an
Iron curtain mood
Prop
Propaganda
Translations
Of bad translations
Where the setting
And the character names are all
That are left to play
Winter heart contracts 91
Unborn
Ungathered
Unpotato
Unto
Una
Unroaming
Unfarm
Undog
Unleave me together
Unstars
Undigestion
WORDS OF WISDOM (94)
FALLOUT
WORDSMITH (94)
Violence is easy 94
So you use it
Because you’re lazy
Fuck me with
Metal head steel tips
Tear the throat of
The entire fucking
WORLD
You call yourself
“Amused”
WORDSMITH, FORMERLY POETS OF NOW (93)
Pink is the color 93
Of my true love’s twat …..
WORDSONG (94)
Snake swallows Billy 94
Now I love snakes
I always liked the little girls the best 93
(My Man, Big and Little)
There once was a man who said nothing
And he was not there
As a shadow
But painted dots
Where his shadow should have been

The monster den 92
With monster men
We keep putting them down
They get up again
WORDWRIGHTS (91)
Life is a long Lear ning 91
Lesson listing names
On Gravestones
For recognition
And memory exercise
WORKING CLASSICS RED WHEELBARROW (92)
TO
CART AWAY
Shin splints 92
Warmup shoes
Trojan lubricated
WORKS (94)
WORLDWIDE (93)
IN
WoRM fEASt TAPE WoRM KNIGHTMAYOR KNIGHTMARE EROTIC OCCULT (94)
Porno spells 94
Erotic occlusion
Wacko 93
Wack off
WORMWOOD (94)
Wordlife 94
De
Fined
Con
Notated
Culturally
Accented
Numbered
Hierarchy
Changed by
Usage
Copy
Righted
The 93
Invalid
Is not
Invalid
I HOPE YOU HAVE A HOUSE TO GO HOME TO
I HOPE YOU HAVE A REASON TO BE SO PASSIVE
I HOPE YOU’RE PROTECTING SOMETHING
DON’T ROCK THE BOAT, JUST FEED US
I’LL SUCK ON WHATEVER YOU WISH
(OTHER THAN A WITCH’S TIT OR THE DEVIL’S COCK)
IF YOU INCLUDE DENTAL INSURANCE
I’M HOMESICK FOR HOMILY
HOMESICK FOR HOMONYMS
WHAT THE FUCK
AM I GOING TO TO NOW?
FORGOTTEN, UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE?
mixed metaphors can be excused 91
in the jumble of picture painting
Clarity turns to water color mud
And that’s the purpose
To hide the fact that
The poet really wants to expose
His beastiality
How he likes to be licked
By the family doberman
Likes the tooth danger
Mistakes avid attention
For salt lick love
All dogs are bi sexual
You saw bearded Blake 92
In airborne paradise pedantry
I saw a vision of Dryden
No, He wasn’t hibernating
He just didn’t want to be forced
To smell the unwaxed fur
Of soggy bears
Sick old 91
Simbiotic
Sucker lines
To soothe
Some
“So & so”
WRIT (94)
The freedom system 94
Is the open prison
Chaos is not a butterfly
Becoming a cocoon
Factor contractor 91
F/contr actor
F or contr act
Fourteen and a third (14 1/3) Half Poems 94
Wart physiognomy
Viral cystosis on the probascus
Mapping of mavens
To maul the mentality
To make plain topography
For the map of the mind
WRITE (93)
(FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE?)

Hey, girl hey I can’t “handle your load” girl 93
or
“Erotic” extascy “on the verge of porno” suicide
Euthanasia
is
Murder/suicide
“Stop the world , let me get off” mentality
Come on, girl, let me get on
And finger out some way to give you life.
WRITE NOW (92)
LATER
If you write a book a week 92
Isn’t it a book about
A week’s life?
Should I spend a week reading it?
THE WRITE WAY (94)
Lamentation: Limerick Lamentation 94
A writer who courts lamentation
With grief as the seed of gestation
If pumping the pud
Of a world full of crud
And fucking all cause for elation
Let your tongue 92
Swim through the sunken portholes
Of my clichs, my hack knees,
My dog growls,
My dog ma is the bitch
That torpedoed the best of my days
WRITER POET TO POET (94)
Worshipping ducks 94
The goose
Making decoy art
The Comparison
To quackery and life
Aquarius is on my parents’ walls 91
Greasy unwashed without a nail to hold it up
What a bigoted name for pastry! 92
WRITER (94)
Mallard makes green you bow? 94
What would a loon make brown you do?
WRITER’S CENTER FLYING ISLAND (94)
IS NOT A QUESTION OF BALANCE
Placid stings 94
Famous mothers
Like mine like
I wanted to be
in photos
but not in poetry
WRITER’S DIGEST (94)
Trying hard to make even famous connections 91
Are they real when so Contrived?
When, more than like truth, everything is connected?
Cynic 92
Cy borg picnic
Boring pick
Ring or pie
Go cynic go
Snicker to your candy
Bar none you’re undone
Belt one down
And die in pieces
Replaced easily
I reject such lines 94
octopus ink writer reach arms 91
snail slime lines teach feet
WRITER’S EXCHANGE (94)
You watch “God” watching us dancing at Satan’s feet? 94
You tore down trees
To write THAT!!!!!!!?????? THIS?????!!!???
WRITER’S FORUM (94)
30 million toothpicks 92
WRITER’S FORUM (LONDON)
Imagery 94
Rose Blood
Wilting Yellow crud
Green Bile
Part strong Some sperm
Some roots In fresh feces
Survive In plastic
Gay Green Piece
Zippidy 91
Do zip up
Your fly, guy
Surprise amputations 92
Surprise, surprise!
I lose 93
Letters
Along
Th
Way
B t
m
Ok .
WRITER’S GUIDELINES (94)
LIKE A WRITER NEEDS GUIDELINES
EDITORS TELL YOU WHAT THE LINE IS
YOUR CONSCIENCE TO GUIDE
WRITER’S HAVEN (91)
writer’s heaven 91
a pyromaniac’s justice
Pyromaniac Poetry
I
Never realized
How brightly
Your lines would shine
Until
I heard them crackle
And saw them
Ablaze
In my midnight
Campfire
MINOSOTA INK
Secrets don’t swim shallow?
They like the bouyant (but not boy ent) deep water?
They come from a certain shallowness
And therefor detest it
WRITER’S JOURNAL (94)
Putting scientific fad and new 94
But old new discovery
Into words they call poetry

Why could God want a ranch
When his sheep roam without boundary?

God’s ranch with spurs and barbed wire
Tribal Words 91
Dancing together
On the outskirts
Of costumed frills
Hemming and hawing
About the proximity
Of petticoats
WRITER’S LIFELINE (94)
Bigotry 94
Got big
Try
I go
Bigotry
The Greatest Piece 91
Is me
See?
(tempered with
humility)
Of course
Bigotry 94
Don’t talk
About
Big
Ot
Ry
Unless you
Know
What
An
Ot
Is.
Don’t talk to me about racism or the racist experience
You can’t possibly know what it’s like to be a racist,
Not having lived as a racist
Don’t talk to me about sexism, etc.
Don’t talk to me about homophobia
Species: Pig of Closed Mindedness
noooo, you can talk about that.
You do know about that.
WRITER’S ACORN (91)
WRITER’S OWN (92)
Beauty heaped upon beauty 91
Pinkly profligate
Mulch pile with carrot peels, broccoli and beets
Hooves Speed Tail 92
In streaming thunder
Turf of scuffed hair
Chestnut thudding black
Girl’s brushed like
A young race horse
WRITER’S RENDEVOUS (93)
Here I Sit, All Broken Hearted 93
The editor
Wants
Only
“Garde”
or
“Apres Garde”
Poetry
In a sort
Of
Right
Guard
Anti
Perspirent
Mode
REND DESI’S LUCY
DEZ VIEW BABBA LOO
Theme 93
he
t(tee) he
hem
He me
Them
The me
Theme
WRITER’S RESCUE FAME CONTACTS (91)
One lazy what? 91
Humid thunder hazy
What twat
That doesn’t wait
For cyclones
Sits on TV dinners
WRITING (93)
Today 93
Is a blank day
Blank blank blank
Blank blank
Blank blank
WRITING (93)
WRITING FOR RUNNING DEER (94)
DEAR
OBEY! 94
Nibbles that tremble
OBEY!
Friends and loved ones
OBEY!
Toast me
Tea me
Cup me in your calloused heart strings
In C# Minor
DO THE HOKEY POKEY BUT NOT THE HOOKER POKE HER
DO THE HOKEY POKEY BUT NOT THE HOOK HER POKE HER
ETC.
WYOMING HUB UNIVERSAL WILLOW BEE ELF/LEPRECHAN SAINTS SAINT ELF
DEER SAINTS SAINT SLOW DRIVER(92)
Public servants are power mongers 92
Mostly
Prisoners
Are freedom fighters mostly
Firemen are smoke stoppers mostly
Saints are mostly
Famous?
WYRD (91)
Brazen temple 91
Garden twin
Flame flesh sky chalice
Golden, silver, emerald
Turquoise, indigo
Violet ruby blood umbar
(Of the moon, of the sea
Of the Earth sun)
X CALIBER (92)
Unified 91
Field theory
And no Baseballs hit
For a home run
Clammy 92
Clamidia clamidia
Must lamia
“Why are wires long?”
Hot probe with eye socket loop (sewing term?)
Up his philandering
Urea Urethra
You’re a sick puppy DOG!
XANADU (94)
Sex, Followed By Commas and A List 94
Sex, falling and darning
Sex, direction and understanding
Sex, meditation and jogging
Sex, pets and the naming of things
Sex, slouches and shrivels
Sex, bone touching and X, Y without a “Z”
To see the sea
XAVIER (94)
XENOPHILIA OMEGA CAT (94)
Green World! 94
Floral revolution
Under the floral leadership
Of ruling vegetables

Stamen (sta y men?) and pistol stuff
Gun toting poets
Who don’t leave their wives
Make humans stupid and weak enough 93
And they’ll not fight for love,
Nor land, nor freedom, nor food,
Nor comfort, nor ideals, nor self,
Nor soul
XIB (94)
Jumbled Invocations 94
Describe the trace her body
Advancing recognition
The mirror of her breath
Inscribed upon woods smoke
Will to begin
With the face by her
XI QUAN (94)
Non non Poem 94
Light light
Carry it Carrie
Talent to lend
But buy the Butt(steak) by
The dinner din. Her
Eyes glint with “I” flint
Lights the Coleman in spite of a cold man
Because there may be someone lost in a dim son(g) jungle
Looking for a dim twinkle of hope through the trees
X CALIBRE (91)
IN A DIFFERENT ALPHABETICAL SCHEMA SCHEMATA SCREAM “MAMA!”
Caught in the tryst 91
Between .32 caliber
And 10 millimeters
X PRESS (93)
Hibibbying 93
Ing ing
Like crazy
Kwatch ing
Lymon ing
Pomme de terre ing
Incroyable ing
Crouton ing
Provenal ing
Frio ing
Grosse ing
X TRA! PINK DUODECAHEDRON (93)
YALE (94)
YAMMERING TWITS (94)
Set at Random 94
Random set of words
8 Tracking with hi fidelity
In a digital world
Living analog memories
Random condoms conning randy
handy dandy random tracking
Falling in love with fish
Humping the hitachi
Because you were so
Lonely for a good soundtrack
YANKEE (94)
Thrall pulleys 94
Plucking ultimatum
Reenter (poetic words)
River bed remembers
Discovery
After Any Particular Thing 92
Future family tree
Fucking without aim
Or aiming
Toward a future with
Oh, my Gosh! Imagine that!
A future with things I never
Thought about imagining!
On other worlds, to boot!
Constructivist constructivitis 94
Waking blood
Bound clocks and crocks
Pulley ups , bed clothes on sun
Line, birds , mocking house cage
River of blood
In an old bed
Remembering your midnight body
Under glasses that
Shade our talents
Shed your didacticism
If you have to hide it
(FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE?)
But but but but 94
But but
Volkswagon bugs re issued
Don’t sound the same
YARROW (94)
YELLOW MOON (91)
Hushed angles? 91
Heavy hieroglyphics?
Haughty hammers?
Hefty waist?
Surly sundown?
Hefty waste?
Calm Autumn
Without apples dropping
On Chicken Little’s head?
YELLOW SILK (94)
erotica pornography metaphors 94
YESTERDAY’S MAGAZETTE (94)
Propagate 94
Late
Realization
Of helplessness
When I remind
Water pump pumpers
That it was always
Water you kept
To prime the dry walls
Creating a vacuum
Water you kept inside
That made water flow
Dry tunnels?
What’s next?
Images “in your face”
To be licked and sucked
By a universal mouth?
Prime the pump
YOUNG AMERICAN (91)
Why is children’s poetry 91
Often the type that rhymes
And why are they grown up
Into free form perspective,
Leaving simple meter and verse behind?
I guess,
Simplicity that’s not too trite
Is tooo hard for us to come by,
We busy adults
YOUNG AUTHOR’S (91)
YOUNG CRUSADER (94)
Why do the wee old men hide? 92
Is it something inside
They don’t want the children to see?
what sword brandished against what human??? 94
Crusader Youth Corps?
YOUNG SOLDIER (91)
The watchful personal God 91
Who only takes care
Of children is a lie
Contrived for adolescence
YOUNG VOICES (94)
YUKON (92)
Mr. Pops Barrett, the big George T. 92
Had an adolescent thing for an infamous Bonnie
Hid her and her man when they passed through town
They passed like the legend, though keep her he tried,
But passing leads to passing death brought them down
That pretty young Bonnie and her infamous Clyde
Z MISCELLANEOUS (91)
Oh! Injury! 91
What could mollusks
Mean to me?
Oh! Injury!
Insects are swatted
By the sea
Oh! Injury!
Fish taken breathless
Uneaten, rotting
Oh! Injury!
How terribly trite
Compared to the way you treated me
Oh! Injury!
ZIETGEIST (94)
What’s a Warrior in Peacetime? 92
Simple
Pascal
Zeno, Neno, Neon
All friends could be enemy
All enemies could be friend
Or they could be neon lit
Nunsense 94
You want a pearl necklace?
You want his poetry in your face
Labia get ready
Slack’s sticking out his tongue
Ready to mouth a habit
But he will get nun
ZEPHYR (94)
Heroin poets on the roof 91
Describing what’s around them
Because they can not move.
ZERO HOUR (93)
ZERO ONE DANCING PATCH (93)
Veined arms or heroin? 92
Fucking her veins???
It’s a big world of art, now 93
Commemorate your ass off!
ZOLAND (94)
ZONE 3 RAINMAKER (92)
Will 92
Science
Save us ?
Will will?
Chaos is not a butterfly
ZUZU’S PETALS (94)
Good for you, T. Dunn 94
All over again building
But of what are you speaking
Did your child get braces?
ZYMERGY (91)
Unconfirmed 91
Theories
Not fact
Chaos is not a butterfly
Butterflies live in slipstream reality
Synonymous patterns in phase
To prove our primitive notions are true
And the modern ones too
Fly chaos fly
Beat the wings of order
So everyone will know
that
Chaos is not a butterfly
REMEMBER THE DIFFERENCE ART SCIENCE REALITY LIFE
CHAOS IS NOT A BUTTERFLY
BUT YOU, WITH YOUR LEGS PARTED,
ARE MY FANTASY,
NOT ANYTHING THAT MOVES
FORGOTTEN UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE?