untitled 0722720101108, avon

what pulls the tall thin girl's white towel
closer to her teak tent-pole legs, three
delicately bent, lean firecrackers and
a curious quarter-stick of dynamite

fixed toward the ocean, so many
seem over-prepared, hesitant like
gulls idling on an island of wet rock
white wind a steady beating, just starved

kept from instinct's kiss, though the peddlers
the combers, the oogler's eyes, the uninitiated
family men, the habitual nappers, each shovels
a new hole where no new holes could imagine

their digging;
three lean firecrackers and
a quarter-stick of dynamite.

George Plimpton Headache (Revision 071820101722)

I am sure I will die young
...hammerbang
......hammerbash
.........hammCrack
What cruel carpenter fucks near the reclined
And I know, George Plimpton finger-taps a cotton knee
In the packed back seat of a Silver Cloud
Though, having read through the obituaries I prefer
Philip's pounding contrast, its striation

My dreams puncture film
Insecurities of proof regarding
Petty, pretty well-dressed bourgeois

Busy bosses promptly impress, remain soigné
And sew with their feet. But the ending's neat: motion
Flickers a painted on Ka-Poe!, colors Bang!
Fall off the screen, the Rolls' door Bang! sheds snow
The black matte inverts, awake
.........hammercrack
......hammerbash
...hammBang!
I am content to die so young.

short dance for cinnamon

pop song > painting

improperly framed
the transparent glass pane
brushes against its own infertility
the director's proclivity for
carnassial misdirection

into the soft sand

beneath Pfeiffer Beach

with a waterworn wand
the director writes the word

"SOUNDTRACK"

black shot
fingers sever
black shot

whispers, twice from her
once from her consort, leading
her hands cross.
she is not guarded.
she hides nothing.
you must listen

the director is pleased
tells her, "There is nothing
that needs to change."

the real wet pussy

I saw you last night
past the panning red light.

Technology has advanced
beyond the declining limits
of one woman's humble, earnest
potential.

Relax.

I did not set a trap
in which a lady
gets caught, merely
a fireworks extravaganza
to draw your attention
to the steady panning red light.

Did you see it?

062520102049; List #1; for thoughts on the diction of Oates & Hemingway

Second-story vision
Blacktop, parking lot
One hand wipes east
Fingers wing-wide
Black ink, sure borders
Obscured vehicles
A clear, steady language
His smile
Not her frown, but her collected composure
Folk shield their mouths when speaking.

from 'new haircut, tits and a cheese danish'

"Poppy orange, pollen yellow bounce about
Beside my table, bending, bent, scoop up the babes
Browned, begging-to-be-unbound breasts all but roll out

Here golden baubles rule toward, terminate in a balmy bin
Just south the eyes that stare at the tangled painter's pelt
The King of Brute's bruised & gilded champion's belt"

...

060220101043, Illogical Composure, or War Metaphors are Useful

if everything is nothing then nothing is everything if every nothing is a something then every something is a nothing or if some nothing is an everything then something is an every nothing if is something is a nothing then is nothing is something (, at least) if something is not then nothing is if nothing is then something is if nothing is not and something is not then nothing is and something is, then you shouldn't suggest that black dress is sort of blueish.

wet pussy

i'm 

i'm 

i'm

i'm
i'm

i'm

sure you're trying
or have tried
so much depends on tense

(you were or are)

But,

i'm 

i'm 

i'm

i'm
i'm

i'm

simply sifting sand

for salt, a shakerful of 

scope sweetens the pie

(you were or are)

But,

i'm 

i'm 

i'm

i'm
i'm

i'm

too full to floss

s ... e ... s.e.

too fat for floating

eee? seee!

(you were or are)

so much depends on tense.

why do women paint beaches on their nails?

You arrive like a brittle breeze at the dongan hills train station
Weighing 225, working scratch-off ticket No. 1
Head bowed in your chest, producing
A spare pack of chins, greasy gables of silver mesh
A taupe dress shirt, with a taupe collar. Where did you come
From? On the floor beside you, a wheel to aid & assist
In the hasty uncoiling of a 25-foot red garden
Hose. A tan so deep, does seep, so deep
Its occurrence is unlikely & inconceivable
In the disastrously creative mind you
Toil, boil, roll and roil in an air conditioned office building.

Your white running shoes, spotless
Your head perched like a gallon of brown milk.