Monthly Archives: September 2017

Never the same never different
A little colored tile in the right place
It all works like an apple
Stem to core
Annoying little sticker
I actually found a worm once
It was the best fruit I ever tasted

All hail Defender’s Day
Release the stars
From your spangled banner
Unnoticing the trash
Refined art theough choking
Unpainted drywall
A single red bra
Dangling from a wire hanger

Pigging out in bed
After a well lit easing with friends
All hail human beings
Inventors of the puff
The sound of hungar
Leaving the bidy

Buses and trains
Learning to attach
“the particular auditory effect
produced by a given cause”
I don’t need to live this life again
I’m taking is all in this time
and the second

With beautiful beautiful memories
Like beatiful little birds flying
In and out of my window

I always forget your birthday
Because I never want to think
About good things having
A beginning or ending
How’s that for a flakey excuse?

In the distance I hear metal
Ladders being extended
And contracted,
Like shot guns cocking

The sky is so blue
From this side of the building.

Laundry drying on the line
I want to squeeze this day with both hands

Two headed Jesus on the wall
Covering all the bases

The lizard king is taking a day off
Work on his chip shot at the range

We return to Mamoun’s Falafel
Like a beacon in the night
I always us a little too much hot sauce
I try to cool my burning lips
With sweet mint lemonade

We step into a sea of
red clothing and young adult drinking
Behold the great petrea dish
Testing the legs of the birthing table
Mixing the batter
Equations that lead to formulas
Social lives live and die here
But tonight we live

Another driving poem
Touched by an angel
Betrayed by Michael Landon

Grain elevators by the side of the road
Giant meal phalus squirting
Cow sized dolops of pizza dough
Into space

Metal signs that show me the way
Flattener of bugs, potential
Killer of fast flying, unsuspecting birds

Considering your audience
Dead tree trunks jutting out
Of yellow top tall grass fields

Zombies at the wheel
It’s been a tense two days
Feels like we’re always driving into the wind