art isn't war...

my poetry/experimental writing blog some place for others and me to read and correct my reading writing and arithmatic art isn't war

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

+ love

bug+love

the dog barks and tells the family what the giant pet cockroach did while they were out the family then proceeds to beat the roach until he is left senseless and flat on its' back then they the family feeling sorry for him revive him with a rag soaked in gasoline after he awakes they give him a bowl of warm milk but after several minutes the family decides that the sound of the roach's tongue lapping up the warm milk reminds them of something distasteful and so they beat the giant pet cockroach again until he is left senseless and flat on his back again this scenario repeats itself for the rest of the cockroach's adult life...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Winners of Discontent or Mr. Breeze the pusher man...

Arrest the money changers. The head blown economists. Mr. Breeze. Dump em down the slide blue and grey pin striped halter tops bursting at the seams. Let the vultures eat their red pockets. The postman delivered my bills today and I have a green backyard for my kids to play in and a big kitchen with an island floating in the middle. I like to close the blinds and stay in the house cooking potatoes and eggs. That way, I hear no one. See no one. Not coming out for nothing. Especially the money man. I ponder my neighborhood. Our collective alienation. Can't flush a toilet. Can't cook a meal. Can't even clean the home. Like sponges stuck.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

narratives

(for shawn)

I

ON THE HORIZON yonder vunder AMONG rojo FIELDS avoid BLUE GREEN OR YELLOW like WHEN X protests for ICE CREAM cake SUN and more RUM in the morning REMemBER it's not CHICAGO and don't forget TWO BRUSH yr TEETH this could be a test MASSIVE TEETH TONGUE and pink HEARTs who are all these DAMM doctors in a DISH in the DESERT in the COUNTRY with the WHITE MOON and the COYOTES barking.

II

LOOK AT the SEA the RED ice cream KING TRIUMPHANT mr. POTATOE HEAD and the BEATTLE QUEEN make iRRitating company FLOATing ON ICE THEIR BELLIES a whale shoot BELOW on dry LAND a thousand WHITE whiffle balls or BUSY SHEEP combat animation CIRCLing IN DISTRESS thinking about extinction and exploding market needs iNSEPaRABLE LIKE SIAMESE TWINS.

III

What is THIS BLOWFISH some kind of CANDY CANE CODE she remembered her left EAR like an OSTRICH upside down in the air JUST REMeMBER whatever happens dON't let them take my ear like PIERRE the crying CLOWN INSTEAD take this box of hats and ribbons leave your job and flee westward BUT don't let BUCKWHEAT DIE or BLOOD FLOW BACKWARDS.


IV

In rural OREGON there is nothing you can do about lovers in threes FALLING CHERRIES and elementary school teachers in rural OREGON a two eyed baby died and sometimes the men have three or four bunnies with pink ears who smell like GOATs what good is silk is POETRY amid the shifting urbanization FUNISIA DORTHEAS live peaceful lives hitting you mid-calf in dense clusters at buddhist parks in rural OREGON.

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