Month: November 2022

North wind blows
Past boots in the snow
Tucking in tracks
Has a ghost flown this way
Swift in the unknown
Whips and gusts
Greycoated sentry

Whose occupants
Flit
A giant fist over it
Mini muddles
In microscopic day
A curious eye
Like le soleil
Speck of food
In blurry mouth
Squeaking that
Is a shout
Sudden swat
At tiny house
Hand is caught
Fingers fingered
As cause without

Ever since we were alone
In that parking lot
I knew something was up
By the signal you made
And the squealing tires
Is someone spying on you
Did he just get fired
I’ve got nothin’ but a chicken
Bone to pick with you
When we had our first picnic
It’s like you were playing a trick
With what I was trying to say
Well that’s ok
I’ve got nothin’ but a chicken bone
To pick with you

She don’t want you
She don’t need you
Your pickup ain’t a pick me up
But you gotta fix her van
Because it’s your carburetor
And she’ll still hate you later
She don’t love you
She don’t want your breath on her
Even if it is the death of you
In the paper, it’s just a peanut butter smudge for you
You’ve been country fried
For a long long time
But that don’t mean you ain’t country true

A Digi-plant
For the boring bits
And a Digi-plant
For the drama
A tiny bite-sized
Stick
That slides into your cranium
To separate
And codify
The antipodes
Better than drink
Or electrodes
Keep your stick
In your wallet or
Purse
When living life but
Would rather
Rehearse

We were going to make it, he promised
But I could tell he was hungry and tired
The moon rolled around, neither farther nor closer

Then I knew, finally, this was a dream, horses don’t talk
Even if they’re hungry and tired

Real life had impinged, then we were taking a car instead
To our dream destination

The Make-Believe
She wove into her
Bouncy conversation
With the mailman
Didn’t faze him
Though it was about
Her days as a cowgirl
In heaven
The total lie
She snuck into her
Words with Megan
Didn’t move her eyebrow
Though it was patently absurd
She’d flown south as a bird
When she’d gotten home
And sat down
She came to believe
She had.

It was a mixture of jazz and exercise which impressed the first alien visitors.
On the shore of Lake Inova a gathering of exercisers wrapped with bands at head and wrist, equipped with limbs of sprightly circulation, high kicked and punched, flailed and jumped to smooth jazz and raucous new jazz. The crashings and permutations of the sounds, along with the rigorous and frenetic human forms alerted the watchful many-eyes of the alien horde. The first body worker fried by alien laser was Edmond hill of port worth, whose spasmodic death at first seemed innocuous to the other equally paroxysmal aerobicists. The second, third, and fourth, a. Reilly, ella rubacker and Tom thumbs(no relation) were quickly dispatched in a tragedy described as “dematerialization”. The remaining, having caught onto the threat, if not the nature, shot off to safety successfully with the legs whose muscles had been so attentively readied.

She took the pill
And drank the swill
And the evening progressed
She melted into it
With a top twirling in her head
While swirling in the dance floor mist
She snorted and cavorted
Through swimming limbs
And languid legs
That she dragged with
Rubbery arms
She puffed stuff and disappeared
To reappear in a stall
With a twin
Interrogating
She took the fall head deflating
In the waiting room of heaven.

There’s this buddy cop movie riiight and it is set in a prison
though riiight and the prison the prison riiiight is in a jungle
so these two cops they gotta do surveillance riight in this prison riight
but it is not too familiar to them riight because they’re cops riight not only
that they’re in a fucking jungle riight and that’s another layer right there riight ya see the way I’m going to direct it riight is you’re never gonna hear what these characters, the prisoners, the cops, the warden are saying riight because it’s all from the perspective of this guy on his fiftieth year of time riight and he’s like 99 riight so it’s like slowed down silent from his perspective riight and it is like a slow motion god damn mime like ballet with these in deep cops and malcontent prisoners riight and
you’ve got the contrast of these prison riots all this fuckin violence contrasted with this old dude’s silence and it’s like a penitential silence riight and hey man this is my stop riight look out for it on the big screen riight