Inundate
Buddy Holly specs bathed in a
golden light
shines on naturalism with disdain
like two worn hats at once with reaction
time
enough to stun an ox with prime
numbers
counted backwards that no one
unknown
resembles unknowing but knowing
not
loads into spaces things not
unknown
success sustains attainable
longevity
longitude and fortitude with an
attitude
so close so far so long as rain
is falling
mentally outmuscling an unheard overture
Wrap Around
I had the kernel
of a thought
of an iota
of a wild hare
of a white rabbit hole
of a smokescreen
of no possible idea
of mystic nothing
but couldn’t unhaze
in time to think
everywhere
conmen lined benches indifferent to
pleasure and pain
all afternoon saying do-what-you-got-to-do
sipping coolers, counting money,
plotting revenge
long blue blooms strained up toward
the forbidden sky
we heard the initial wail of Junior
Walker’s Shotgun
and went for the dancefloor wanting
to boogaloo
like a yard of poultry scratching at
chicken feed
infinite oceans beyond us teemed
with life and doubt
a pushback youth posse leant and
posed laconic
on the corner of maximized streetlit
intention
before our cosmic wisdom swerved them
gas-cloudlike
trees cast shade on magnificent green
meadows
at the end of the world Ise cautiously
optimistic
where boulders and ice collided
with bullet reason
and swamps séanced into gulches and
empty rivers
horses ran and lingered backlit by fading
sunlight
and ballerinas practiced in tights and
tie-back hair
across the dulled wooden floors before
mirrors
in long and graceful motion outside
their selves
complex firelight frisked laughing
at half-shut gates
you sang first everythings to start
my psychiatry
told me first your last loose
idioms you don’t know
around and round the blue fescued
picketfence lawn
Study of the Sun
astronomers
in
sky kivas
window
afterworlds
a
moon silver and bright
in
the night heaven
is
expected
but
unlike the sun
unfolds
an eccentric cycle
-errant
sky sister
GLOW LIKE A BEACON OF WRETCHED EXCESS
FIND YOUR INNER BOOR AND LET THEM ROAR
ENACT SCENES FROM BAD MANNERS
TEXTBOOKS
AND HOW-TO VIDEOS ON GRIEVOUS OVERREACH
REACH DEEP! LOCATE THE LOUDMOUTH
WITHIN
YOU CAN EXPLORE IGNORANCE AND STUPIDITY
SINK LIKE A STONE, FORGET LIKE A
SIEVE
BURN LIKE A TOASTER, JABBER AND
DROOL
YOUR UNPLUMBED INNER DEPTHS ARE
INFINITE
GLOW LIKE A BEACON OF WRETCHED
EXCESS
BLARE LIKE A CLARION OF HIGH MINDLESSNESS
INEXPERTLY INTERTWINE PATCHWORKS OF
CHAOS
YELL AND GONG TRASHCAN LIDS WITH
HAMMERS
YOU ARE THE SUPERSTAR OF YOUR OWN
LIFE
RIDE AND REAP THE WILD WHIRLWIND OF
YOU
unlikeable sonnet
like a plumber’s drain snake
whose descent to the nadir
makes a right of the arrears
or a cheesy eighties pop star
whose synthesizer production
wrongs ears with screeching
like a cowboy in a surf band
sings about walking the nose
with rockabilly hiccough echo
or a patriotic godzilla man
shambles hypnotized through time
wagging his tail, breathing fire
our phrenic songs spin like cars
on greased bricks at Indianapolis
Product Placement in Poetry
In the middle of sidespraddled apoplectic things
I have a new item: Elemlemonelm XI [P1]
Its synthesis is easily plied anywhere on Earth
rich and poor will have the pleasure of using water
rich and poor according to their wills
God from a machine creates a glorious opportunity
that will eat, and you will burn down the house
thanks to the good taste, your donuts will turn into fuel
when unpolluted happiness is not poisonous
when the non-polluting joy is non-toxic
and I have a nother new item: Elemlemonelm XII [P2]
The smoldering pistol explosively discharges
Wait! I have a new article: Elemlemonelm XIII [P3]
An other one, wealth and destitution in the world
can easily synthesize stuff for easy use
It’s a pleasure to use with water
to eat and burn in the house furnace
When the large lady croons I begin to expostulate
When happiness is not without toxic pollution
Then thanks to good taste, your sandwich becomes fuel
At Sleep Ranch
All the sleep I ever wanted I
could never get
is out near Nowhere on this empty-ass plain
I moved onto Sleep Ranch to fetch
some siesta
Peaceful, restful; sleepy, sleepier,
sleepiest
It’s quiet and comfortable and sleep-dim
enough
for extended experiments in snoozing
I practice-sleep for weekly
sleep-offs
slumber contests with myself where
everyone wins
as selfless snooze fest piles on snooze
fest
Occasionally waking and bumbling
around
I fall asleep in an overstuffed
chair
in a somnolent chamber before
more bed-sleep
I stretch, perform ablutions, eat
some cereal
then yawn, stretch and listen to
lullabies
slumping unwakeful into fantasias
of slumber
Sleeping at the Sleep Ranch is
all I dreamed of
Uninterrupted, steadfast, prolongable
napping
Periods of persistent dozing and
sheep-counting
Interspersed with long afternoon unconsciousness
I saw the see-saw
See the sea, you who sees the saw?
He sees seas; She says she sees sea-saws
We see-saw the seas we say they saw
They have seen seas, sea scenes
They saw seas see see-saw seas
I, the voice of the lookout tide, saw
seas
But you see seas and she had seen in
a 2 volt sea
Therefore, she says, she is a volta
of that sea
Where the see-saws see the see-sawn
sea scenes
