Nothings

rodentia

Our basket of tangelos, megalomania, eventually.
The little plastic cover on the tip of your shoelace is called an aglet.
It is a delicate word.
I see you are standing on ants.

You walk away. And
the you turn around. You
were not expecting me
to look. Gladly,
you turn your back.

It's difficult to know when we should signal fissure.
I know you are there, you know. I am thinking
about admonishing pinochle and transient chloride deposits.
I am trying my best to be a conservationist.

Maybe, you are thinking about the post-it notes shaped like the first letter of your
name, about concertina victims and confetti.
You told me there was a scar near your Achilles tendon shaped like a racetrack.


The hardened lips on Libyan tankers when we were in Tripoli: here
we are at the bus stop. Here we are in Istanbul, in solid state electrics.
You kept the hotline open. You always wanted to start breeding rats.
We went to Odessa and skipped around pianos, which made you very sleepy,
though,
you thought it was funny, how
you always carried a spare stencil.

Now, the season in its dénouement.
Now it is a crochet grassland. Standing here, the ants have followed
your scent and are climbing up the little plastic cover
on the tip of your shoelace. It is cold. You start to turn

I'm an actuary.

A word is just
your mouth unfolding,

but all I want is lead.
You tell me you want to undo your
shoes and we take off your socks and shoes
and we tie your hair to a tributary and let
and let and let and let.
We cleave your water cup
and sieve.

We are a transliteration, or maybe a navy base. A
navy base. Or maybe the soft smut of needles
in the pine fray.

The FM signal has gravitied, you make gravy with flour.
We'll never get out of here. We've got syndromes.

Cross dialtone with kerosene and you've got serotonin.
Cross your t in dictionary.
Styrofoam and gasoline make napalm. We've
got a radio route. I am made of bells.

Decimate the thorn in the thorn. In
the thorn is a slowing heat, caused by a
black pustule. Any such pustule.

The subtly greying statuary. In insectary.
The legs betray the garbage can, betray the light beam,
betray the dust, coalesce. I am calculating
the hiss and swish of bones. An oxbow
or a trike. A kilo
is 1000 grams.

Let's be happy!

america


i

my new machine arrived today
i was getting ready for a rehearsal of japanese music or
was blind as is the custom therefore
did not read the directions
but got into it
with all the rows of pipes
around my tractorlike seat
it worked very well

now it was past use
in the dry clay fields
where a poet girl came to write

now it was chain mail
in the transfused light

it had the same proportions approximately
as my blood

how i was happy me and my machine
and now like a wounded soldier without significance

ii

while my head defined surprise
my old child man fingers were touched with new a resinous grease
an alloyed sound issued otherwise

i have spent a life time in the desert

gathering up antlers to make me a breast plate
against what
like a foot soldier who has lost his horse

light anoints me full of girls

iii

i was like a juvenile delinquent separated from his scene
on the one hand ill at ease on the other hand wanting to continue his
search for black shoe polish for his sea turtle leather jacket
or thinking of giving up juvenile delinquency

the voice told me
sudden nike gesture
the way the light folds fall
between that girls thighs
i would measure it with cambers
were i diatomaceous enough

iv

if i were to go back again to that country
how could i face the prayers in my body
when most of the time i would be alone

--Piero Heliczer

Firing Range

GET GUNS, MAKE WAR

A poem I done, "Surf city here we come.," is posted at Proyekto Collective.

If you can't stand with our troops stand in front of them

The more you realize that war criminals might be ordinary people, the more afraid you become.

--Slavenka Drakulić


But you had taken on a greater, and more harmful, illusion. The illusion of control. That A could do B. But that was false. Completely. No one can do. Things only happen, A and B are unreal, are names for parts that ought to be inseparable...

--Gravity's Rainbow


Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge.

--Charles Darwin






Lists are what you write when you think you've got everything in your head but you've started becoming suspicious of what that could possibly mean.

--Mónica de la Torre, "Public Domain"

I like your socks. They remind me of me a year ago.

Everything has been thought of before; the task is to think of it again.

--George Balanchine


If there is something comforting - religious, if you want - about paranoia, there is also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.

--Gravity's Rainbow, 506


Can they get me?

Blurb exorable tan the Cypriot
disengage, gee gosh, a tooth got
let's call it, up a night,
wait it out. Cypriot's saying
maybe the trash came late, not
filling up but out, like highway,
where was he? Cooked out,
on a lookout spot, gee, that's.
Make out and kill it, bite
the crates off, nine nine
nein, isn't there a better
implied generative lent. A
bleak adverb, tell the great quote,
the ghost town, then he'll chow
down hell, shit, where's that
give stick, mailing tape a call nose.
Want and tense the ten spot. Get
it? Repair man, save grace for
euthanasia, power time here for
the game day, evaluate elevate
slippery, hi-beam dice game
never the same in a brown box
sex, get guns, make war,go
broncos, tell tell and tell.


DANK NUGGETZZ

Bathrooms & such

WAD OF SHIT / 2 MUCH SMOKE

(the only picture I took in Madera Canyon)

(Ed Hardy)

(walkin' 2 work)

(DEAD KENNEDYS)

(Loaf, straight up bl8zin')

(this was in my doctor's office)

(Go Suns!)

(Fuck Satan!)

(got this at the White Elephant in Green Valley)

(can't wait)

(can't scan a mirror)