Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Levying rough bills on the sneaks:

perturbations, strobe-lit swelter,
we shill those appurtenances, sleight
and the rub, no, say tackiness

of indiscreetly disclosed flesh-
bolstering trusses; here’s hand-painted
ceramic buttons on a dress

shirt---real special. What interpellated
trills of poorly-knit presentiments, what
gaudiness in copulate spangles,

flashing at fever pitch, what fever,

you have no idea!


Monday, August 24, 2009

Shove-Out

given over to some grand
send-off slavish hurrahs

still-mute vocable singes
priming the engine-

room upon most we'd
slathered much silvery

pitch sealant tested the
under-ribs with our much-

most weight sun's mouth
droning cured exploits

most words coeval with
what trash attends them

bits of mauled cracker egg
white spittle-flecks these

words declaimed belated
to corrugate deeds dis-

owned given to dessicate
founder along banks edges

Friday, August 21, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Midsummertime

Bid gingerly,
and bide rightly

*
Metal doors swollen shut,
binding,
have to be throttled then
kicked open

*
Had the adequate
points of
identification so now
the state
approves me---tho I
still owe it a list
of which body
parts I'm willing to
forfeit once
the whole's
defunct

*
Bury me in a stone
fruit compote---

Amended cameos,
qualified pleasures of
merely circulating

*
Can't tell anymore if
cell phone's
ringing or not since
its buzzing's become
a frequent feature
of my thigh's
pocket-spot

*
Full-tilt, no frills brokerage

*
Think I'll just
ride atop the
errancies & inefficiencies
of my movements
SPUTTERING

*
Empire waist, empire waste,
say it how you
want, fashioner, paper-
doll deputy---

*
That likeness
a sketch in oils
on a square board
possesses its features
as I never will mine

My own face
over there

Livid ear,
muddy brow

Resolute skewed gaze I
strain toward but
can't meet

*
The patter patter
of outtakes from the deposition

(It speaks for itself, that
rusted-out charm)

Cast eyes on
connoisseurship, scudding cant,
you name it

Scour the outtakes, whatever,
you break it you buy it,
delicate flanges on the meanest words

*
I think I would work hard to please
a tarnished metal surface if it asked
me nicely enough. 'Redo, Undrln,
Italic, Open, Print, All, Save, Find,
Undo, Cut, Copy, Paste, Bold, New,
Ctrl, Ctrl.' Are those macros? They
're actions, anyway. Falling all over
myself for approval and gets called
goodness. What sad sweet stricken
keys.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Took form from
wafting airs of

A musk-musik,
a pliant plaint

Took my cues from
sturm-and-drang

A ship-
ment of bearings

Took heart-form
Took haven from

A ship-
ment of rivets

Savor-heft of amer,
a mur, amo, ammo

Musk-musik in
plaited zero-airs

Splinted oars, keen
for shallows, swept