shitsong #1

big money men slip off their coats

can't risk it: tails all dangling, pressure too severe

perfumed water — or worse — poking up along the pinstripes

professionalism jeopardized, this objective brown wad of cash.

"a big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan / he cooled himself off with a japanese handfan / motioned for silence and then he began / he said:"

Learning English - Lesson Eleven (Irony and Coincidence)

"When the Time Comes to Loosen Up Yr Grip, You Will Know" — 03122011

Purely a failure
the binary scraping sound
steel splinters bite the palm
veins purpling, flush with
pushing against what?
what failure?

Plane across which this object
this pushed thing travels, with
no levity over time
imperceptibly lifted
dropped. against the earth
the not perceiving
the failure; not the pain, the hunger
for pain, what failure?

It doesn't end well, though it ends
precisely as scripted — being separate
from failure — death not its ghost.

So convincingly forced forward, the act opposes itself.

03032011

Publish Post

From March 2005 Journal

 

decomposed haiku for the wind & my love, my one true ring

licks of light, fading
flicker & so a familiar strum
echo voices itself, unsure academy, can
i write this song)   ?   (was my point —
the only light flickering in the sound
wind rattling window panes
the whole of what i've learned fits
into a night, might, so easily delight.

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improv for a certain etymology

improv for one last can of sigh

teeth fall from a seasick mouth
blood soaks the Pittman's Rule
spreading like a drought
abandons every hollow i
reminds the abandoned why he tries
last flickering hope within him dies

the words, all lost from island view
on the eternal wave he thought was you.