1953
The marine sets up a truth table
Outside my office door
It is fleet week and
He wishes to become a lawyer
There is a disconnect
Between the need aggression
And the interpretation of dreams
Hunger is a waking state
The hologram of sexuality
The hey-baby of complacency
The machine asks the opinion
Of everyone with a child
In every case the child
Turns and pulls on a shirt
1952
DOUBLE THE GUESSING DAY
On the off-chance you wake up
By driving over the drawbridge
Down onto a Chinese restaurant
Today is a waking state
Of semi-sweet now and then
The radio snaps together and
The mechanical boxer just needs
A minute for his rosary
There is nothing wrong with prayer
A little trick photography won't
Flip the pages of a mix-and-match
The basin has gathered
The feeling the tree released
The cold rages of trees as
The cows fart the earth to death
1951
Tea, an afternoon shower
You're removing
Wet things, putting on a robe
Freedom consists of
Running shoes
There is a government
And we are subject-changers
At the highest level of complimentary sudoku
It comes time for the plane
To discuss the Bernoulli principle
With the seagulls
My news is made of tea
Red, black and green
My bologna has a first name
And Peak Freens are a very serious cookie
This is a subject I will be sticking to
To the point of utter tedium
To anyone outside the circle
Inside the circle
Is a bit of a wonderwheel
1950
Get parallel with Millicent
And radio Andy Pingpong.
Roger I copy, I copy Roger,
The weird standing aside
Of all basements,
And the damp advertisements
I am elephants
Guest starring on a cruise ship
Presentation of La Boheme,
An opera without elephants
The trumpet of the parked car
Crosses the secrets
That fall from new pines
Onto a shore crossed out
With magic marker
The haze can't finish my water
Without stealing a dog
From the epitaph of night
It's there we arrange to intubate
A many-layered bud vase
For walking down the hall
With intimidation on its breath
Now a long stretch of being loved
Looks out into the eyes
Of the polo squad, and now
Squeeze me in each of several rooms
This is how marketing
Crowds into the back of the bus
To drain the bacon over the gravel
And the white paint
Comes to work, disguised
As a character actor
1949
Wouldn't you offer carrots to
Mister Intention,
The life of a storm
Has its truth threshold included.
Now I'm taking back
My nickels. They're blue
From a knowledge that will not suffice.
Oh reason for showing,
For swaying in the garden
Of hazel and rue,
Oh tale wrought in metal
The birds carry back to the boat.
1948
The idea, the busted
Skating rink on the edge of two
Highways, a spit of road
Good only for farmer stands
And the worst case scenario of sprawl
I have love for those stands
And for the heat that goes into time
About love and friction
How much is there to say
The intensity of a narrator's kiss
Between scenes at the haircut mall
Is a reprieve from time
The produce enjoys no such stay
So fire up the range for boiling
Later we can skate on the slop
The uneven freeze of spring
1947
Why build a city, why create light
When there's already -- do you know
How a transformer works? Two coils
Of different size... photosynthesis.
Sometime I will find you a building
Take one card from the top of the deck
Hand the volleyball to man on your right
Lightning on the other side of the hill
The book tucked behind my back
Now run up the hill as fast as you can
A building filled w th singing of birds
Light coming through the walls
1946
The walks from the boom
To the notochord. As along a quay.
A city wants to be a wide area
One piece at a time. Money wants
The furrow to lime
And circulate, no one has to see.
It can just curve and unwind.
I am walking from the end of the boat
To the rigid embryonic spine
Of the dock. Harbor's not busy yet.
It's either freezing or blasted here.
Somebody wants enough of these
Little breakables
To make the enterprise. Somebody
Knows enough people to sell them to.
1945
Baa said the rotogravure
I see the Ferrari
And I raise you a calico
Mercenary prairie outpatient
A stay by your cellophane
Kenpo arranger
I'll throw in a swan desk
And paper from Asia
I'll swirl around
Your ankles
Play checkers for smartfood
And report to HQ
Mechanize the cantata
And brew up a stovepipe
Lease a namaste
For "Croupier Thursday"
Paint you a koala
On the side of your burnoose
Fake out the linebacker
On the way to your closing
And zoom in on the sign
Outside the building
1944
DOUBLE STANDARD
A giant lives in the bungalow.
He is aware of the flea problem.
The opening shot of the film
Is from a seat at the theater;
The leading lady enters through
The flimsy canvas backdrop door.
Anyone can appreciate
These attractive rattan covers.
If distance has been a problem
In your relationships, I mean
Emotional distance, that is,
You might consider trying yoga.
Fighter jets fly over the city
To commemorate the holiday.
1943
I'm looking across myspace
For my people to see if I'm
The only one this far under
The wave of the future
For my brother's seven bands
A thousand hopeful songs
Don't know I'm pressing pause
And I don't know the 80 million
Not looking across the sea
So many pages say God answers prayers
All I know is God said to help ourselves
As if he left for the weekend
So many pages say "r u a freak"
As if there were any other kind
Of person putting up their own
Missing have you seen me poster
For all the late night energy
Waiting for the electrodes
And not waiting at all
1942
LOVE POEM NOT THINKING
The dance starts abruptly
While I'm staring at the door
You don't act surprised
When I take you by the waist
"Can I ask you something"
"Do you accept this ginormous
Rock as a token of... you know"
"Two rocks, actually"
"You know I'm not pierced"
You turn and untie your hair
Am I supposed to think now?
Forget it
It all good
1941
The question the work of art poses itself
Isn't just how much to do
Destroyed physicist seeks nativist yahtzee champ
Destiny conveys itself from politics to tones
It is someone's job to care about the paper
Someone else's to know how the piano keys feel
I rather love the conditions
Under which starlight finds the land
Hey, what accompaniment do you like for
The echoes of your chaotic movie career
Reset button where my heart should be
And where the dictionary gets undressed
The love that we summon into being
Floods from the room and down the stairs
1940
The play disintegrates
Like a bucket of chicken
In a quiver you will find
A line-drawing
Of a grotesque crimp
Now the story opens
On the rabbits in love
Anchors crash down
Through tumblers of booze
All you have to do is show up
And speak the words
In this archive of failure
And dreaming, this feather
Duster an exam proctor
Chuckles over at halftime
Watch out for the aphids
And their telephone scams
Watch out for your feelings
Coming from underground
Dance with the fantasy
Of what winning will do
And run to the store
For olives and aluminum
1939
The pictures I want to take
Are portraits, here I am
In the forest again
Green paystub of shock discos
A wallowing floozy
Of firm dissent
Liability curves along the edge
Of a radio dial
A foot from the shattered device
Picayune orbitals
Bee deep bee deep beedeep
I am a fish I have to keep
Moving my eyes are gills
No wait, I'm Dobie Gillis
1938
I go out the door
On the way to the meat warehouse
Where the brakes squeak
And the fences rust
Where the heat and the butane
Get all up in my shirt
I don't speak any languages
The people here share
Huddling along the fringe shade
The sparkle of the purple hula
No less than the tan tank top
Past one-two-three-four baseball games
Aluminum connecting over mango pits
And into the highway culvert
The gray brown and black squares
Themselves the tags of the state
The sunlight drips down the stone
From an inaccessible spring
The only sound is the combustion engine
And the birds heaving themselves
Over the path, high jumpers
Seem surprised to see other birds
I know there's a reason I'm telling you
How hot and bright the dark wood was
1937
The first person escapes
And multiplies
It leaks from the walls of the poem
Into circulation, it shoots first
It grabs a hostage
And starts issuing statements
We watch the first person
Come down from the hills
We share the indignation
Of the newspaper columnists
How can we stop this senseless rampage
Are we really at the mercy
Of this lone gunman
This box truck, this white van
We can't even buy gas anymore
Without running into the kwik-e-mart
For slim jims and bazzini nuts
How's that for emasculation
Suddenly it occurs to one of us
To start a speedcore band
We call ourselves Polis Ex Machina
The showtrial docudrama soundtrack
Is one hundred percent us
1936
Subjectivity got to feeling like a horror movie
I wanted to be out in the out of doors
I wanted mothlight and pharmacopeia
Anapests anaphora and animal life to reassure me
That whatever we'd done this time to end the world
Would really come down from the sky to break trees
O Siberia o animal heart
The cradle of this fellow feeling rocks
Like an eccentric wheel
There is no television mercury brain
Bobbing on the mm hmm of the waves
Only this getting to know how we will be
1935
The stimulation scherzo beg dynamic
Goats out a retiree for motocross ur-glo
It's time for a tag
On the side of the monument
It's time for a quiet walk
Along the edge of the island
In advance of the thunderstorm
In which memory curls its brow
When I knew you were staring
When I lived in heartbroken syntax
As if cause and effect and control
Were tarpaper movie theater days
The dark and the smoke and argument
All that waiting around to find out
If we're alive, who can be a shadow
All morning only to crack grain
On the stone floor in the aftermath
Memory and cinnamon
Baseball cards and giddyup customers
They threatened me with drinking water
They said they'd make me play piano again
I couldn't see the trees
For the stacks of paper
I started up the music box
And disappeared into the tub
Now a long hallway now a wishbone
1934
Where are you when I wake up
And the light and the birds
Are jumping on my head?
I want to stay in the middle
Of this holiday a long time,
The encroaching question
Gets called for offsides
I just want to
No that's not right
There's no just I want
You everything
I want everything you
I know all about
The American negative
To say "I want you"
In that language you say
"My back hurts"
And "come live with me
And be my love
And we shall all
The pleasures prove"
Translates to
"Can you believe
What they're charging
For basic cable"
I want everything with you
I am speaking in this
Rash unamerican way
Because I know you can hear it
1933
The poem says go away
Stop reading me
I've had it with you
Looking for a moment
Of architecture
Paleontology dream
Boob empanadas
There is no grace machine
To polish your urges
And what you believe
Tints your experience
Parasol entanglement
Everybody roofed
By the roaming cars
You want me to be
A straw into the soul
I'm a strip of cloth
Still warm where
I was torn
1932
Get through the shared space
And a matzoh awaits, a buttercup
Demented by the cold spring
Up into the leafwrack hill
Too suddenly sheer
For pathmaking, clayey mud gush
I'm not communing I'm hunting
And gathering new physical
Experiences to give you
When we get done here there's
A tub of cold water and gravel
Drawing and Painting III
Oh and a lot of
Nothing to speak of
1931
REGULAR UPGRADES TO CLASSIC
The states of matter
Are like y'all can go
Testify to granddad
Ions flood the coupe
As we arrange a raindate
Topeka on my list
Compassion on my list
A stain from coffee
Narrows down the odds
I quit wearing cleats
To the moon walk tent
Keep my free time leashed
Past the remainder table
When the bullpen call
Starts pacing its cell
I am knitting a doll
Conjugate that in time
For our conjugal visit
1930
The rushing claim, I was a film snob
Truism of watch-them-neologism or
Except we vamp all Tuesday for fishsticks
Basically heartthrobbing on a sweet dime
Of next, next, next please -- oh won't you
Just nesting doll by M.C. Escher with me
For a few milliseconds aka forever
It's still this wonderful month inside me
In which I am petulant as a pomeranian
And about as useful against Bolsheviks
1929
So cross with life and myself
For pushing what feeling electrifies me
Into dark corners (you know
The Fold could be by Stephen King
As easily as Deleuze) to protect always
For what? as the French say meaning
Why meaning exe meaning double-you
Teach a baby the witch alphabet
And run, that's what life and myself
Do around the corner of a girder
In any given subway and I am
Pained and relieved not to know
Sign language, it's the same glance
That hands over the treelight
On the one hand, to get the grades
Without even looking (of course)
And the other, to effuse suave baby
Charm diagnostics, this famous
Alleged anglo reserve evaporating
And a comedy troupe come carry
My cashmere bouquets to your door
Then once there this more of the same
Deliciously vanquishing
Whatever else there is to talk
See do believe oppose or marinade
Besides show both tribute to your
Gorgeous lissome spirit and this life
You love for me to make as I will
1928
Darkness pours me a rum and dandelion
I rifle the pantry for fritos and cashews
Turn off the radio and let down your hair
And let me let you down over and over
Down from the side of the burning building
Off the side of the hood of the mustang
From the Marshall stacks from the dying oak
From the loft bed at the end of the world
Stop me before I find another corner
Before I make a map of the whole earth catalog
Stop me at the door of the Chamber of Commerce
And groom me for a job in your front office
1927
Ten pounds of pie
Come out of the machine
And four little men
Get back in their car
The west wind blows
Down the river
The harbor swallows
Into the sea
A woman has to do
What a woman wants to do
Or a woman will get sad
And not do much at all
And that is a blight
On the chromey whip
Of Entertainment Tonight
The state's sinking ship
1926
It takes a full day of detox
To remember to embrace the end of the bar
The fluff blowing into the courtyard
Likes the rubble more than the fields
A stupidity embraced sincerely
Is worth all the change on the floor
Nerds have taken all that was useless
And refined it into a black hole
The music won't start until you stop singing
The lights won't come up until you stop shining
The demons won't belch flames until you grow wings
1924
Get the party stir-fried
And open up your ventilator
Never mind the ponchos
Just aggregate your mental states
Climb into the mezzanine
And redirect your lablemaker
For a pinch of semaphore
Everybody get a caber
Nothing on the whistle stop
Let's compile maybe now
Into a firmer retrogression
For the sinking apple stage
To depose what looms in green
On the left of the counter
Where the marbles are stacked
And the lady who loves you
Has left something sacred
I camped on that payload
For many a fortnight
But nepotism robbed me
Of my little birthright
And that's how it happened
To trouble the compound,
The whist left unfinished
The perms still in foil
1922
The essays compare me to a dogcatcher
Invulnerable to science
But I'm really a gascap
A vulture of steam-rows
A cape on the sea of tranquility
The critics all say
I'm born at the right time
But in my heart's back seat
I'm playing kickball with quicklime
The fans in the front row
And the haters in back
All get together
To test for a reason
To think up a new name
For what we call lettuce
And others call cheese
They bite off the heads
Of the flowers that sneeze
1920
IT'S ONLY SUNLIGHT
The first time I saw you
It was at the end
Of a hallway at a piano
You were making
The second time I saw you
You and a mutual friend
Had taken over a hassock
En route to the bats
The fourth time I saw you
I put your luggage
Next to all my shirts
Mistook you for the shift
One day
You have to tell me
How you stay so
Radiant
1919
DAY FOR NIGHT
The stones in the walk
Are waiting for summer.
Got my laser scope
And a yen for elk,
The night won't emerge
Until it knows anxiety
Has knocked down
All these seven-tens
And when it does
Seven gets you twenty-one
It will wear bright white,
Loiter till the a.m.,
Sitting on the stones
Staring behind its shades.
1918
Top of the storm door.
I am enjoying the cove breezes
The potage of the race's crush
A sore plot to distract me
From the trim. The wide wild
Artery night reads me
Some bop prosody, too. Guys,
I am a loner. I can't vet
The wint-o-green pacecar
Hooky y'all wanna dress up
As the new work. Ask me why
And I'll crinkle a bag. I'm just
Going to keep this house right.
1917
TICK PARAMETERS
The storm windows ping a notch or two
From kerosene blazes under the show dome
As hours of the house painters elapse
In consideration of the relative gloop.
Here, in the swirling cess the flood
Purled through the separate gates,
The convenients keep on disbelieving.
A girl could think "I am a melody,"
But could she imitate a rabbit's sneeze?
We, the auditors, listen in.
Testament compadres further the queue.
A mango lassi for the permissible bot,
And crudescence galore on Kamikaze Night.
1916
ON THE CORNERS
Do I pay the boss to dust my stereo,
No. Do I inspect a go-to crabapple
For rides to the commissary, a laptop's
Worth of umbilicus truth motivating
The codex to give now its word
That what we unpin from the rotor
Will educate us not only in the bump
Of ions in wires but will also feed
Some other power into the sockets,
You know, the good kind, the get on
While they're burning down the world kind.
1915
CAN WE JUST TALK
Can we just talk about how unerotic sex clubs are?
While I don't harbor the stereotypical fear/dread/ire
For dentists that we seem to have in the cultural imagination
The first American soldier to die in this war
Was a green beret. Let's just talk a little bit more
About material breach, even though it's painful
Abortion spaghetti. Freedom: it's for hot button
Social issues like gay rights or jobs at Web-only companies,
Places where illogically grouping Barry Bonds with a lobster
Gets you promoted and smoking a dick in the back
Shouting "this is seriously the greatest thing EVER?!"
It is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence,
As if I didn't already have a thing for bad boys
With shaved heads, what is up with Prison Break?!?!??
He nodded, and then we were off. We spent the next hour
Handing my "journal" back and forth. But can we just talk
About the band please Brandon? Nightmare of You
Undoubtedly have "it." What about Barry Bonds, though.
"For the last time, my name is not Harry
And if you stop peeing in my yard, I'll give you a brownie."
1914
I don't care what anybody says
About the President. I don't care
What people say about me and you.
I don't care how many taco stands
You have to knock over, get me
That idol. I don't care, vanilla,
Vinyl, Tempe Arizona, whatever.
I don't care when you come over,
I'm leaving. I don't care what
You're wearing, just get here now.
I don't care either way about
Depleting cod stocks. I don't care
Whether you use your hands
Or your feet. I don't care about
Poetry. I don't care, they can
Have their little coffee wars,
I'll be kicking back with a soda
Somewhere shady. I don't care,
Whatever you think looks best.
Apathy? could not care less.
1911
THE DIFFICULT CENTURY
Where I lived the poverty
Was not severe. Food, water,
TV, and the smell of flowers
Year round. The papers
Were generally free
Of grammatical errors,
If given to rote, Homeric
Almost, formulae. "Bombs
Fall Again on Capital,"
Etc. In the morning,
A bootless excitement.
At night, profound sleep.
1910
HOPE
Generations come to blows
Over hope; the old call it
Impermissible, kids lighting
Firecrackers in their shoes.
Now we excavate the quatrains,
Check for radiation and dream
Residue, hop on a ferry
Across the Baltic, flirting
With the sea birds in their funny
Black and green wingtips.
Very strange, the light here --
The clouds share my family name.
1909
THANK YOU
In the middle of an index card
Or rather centered on each of five
I write a feeling: lonely, warm,
Cynical, serious, in love.
As if cramming for a pop quiz
I stare a hole into every word,
Break my sentences to be breathy.
Each word stares back. For a moment,
I don't know what to say. Then,
Recalling Lorenzo Lamas in Grease,
I mouth the word hello.
Back at you says I love you.
1908
THE LIGHT SHIP
Tea, at sea,
Is force -- the cannister
Respects it as fuel,
Or photographic medium,
The months
Are having their day,
Boats crushing
The difference waves
Make on the surface,
Bearing set
For that slip or this?
On the light ship,
More prison than a ferry,
Even -- be a bird,
Say, and see how long
You feel like hovering --
More jail than prison,
A mild stimulant
Such as mint, or
French postcards...
The city lights
A brown hum dome,
And yet in a fog --
Sugar, somehow cream.
1907
LIGHT
It is possible to have friendly feelings
Under fluorescent lights, but can you blame
Anyone for building a world of nags,
Blaming and "just following up" --
The spectrum has no vitamins,
And such little heat. If you were
An oscilloscope, would you sing
"Somewhere over the rainbow" in a tutu?
I would love to marry you, white light,
Carry you in a satchel over the hills
And far away. You fall into my coffee.
I am suddenly too big for the shoebox.
Light. Come, change everything about me.
1904
LIGHT
What is the point of addiction
Is a question that misses the point
Or rather makes a house of air
And light a house of cards, or bars
Of ice and rain. The point is
Some feelings are below sea level.
Light gets through the viscid skin
Of the ocean, the difference
Between blood and newsprint
Is that one is the medium the other
The burning wire of our mornings.
Years go by, we don't speak of them.
I know several thousand glittering
Bits of what-it-is about you, food,
And what else keeps me going. Grit
Tumbles these bits, the grinding
Gears of idle joy, turns them into
Necklaces I sell on the street.
On a sunny day my table looks good,
Even someone late for work might stop
To see all the purple facts lined up.
1901
LIGHT
The clouds hunch over my shoulder
And it is morning,
A feeling works its way
Across the chest
Lightning over the lipstick building
I want to hear all your dreams
Especially the ones that end with light
Flooding from me as I turn to face you,
Those dreams sound cooler than movies
At the camera store they sell a wooden box
For sixty dollars, they sell pink tape
For gaffers, and a "hot bulb slave"
A honeycomb grid will focus the light
In a gradient along the subject's face
You put an object bound for eBay
In a little canvas tent
Tota Lites around the outside
The book of sample gels and filters
Goes into the system at $0.01
I like poems that end with light
Or trees, these are subjects
It is slightly tricky to complicate
(No poem whiplash there)
I hate poems that talk about poems
Gossip is for poor politicians,
Use that knowledge and pipe down, Senator
The senator is on the pipe
And for this we call him "loveable"
He is not
He is a laser beam of idiocy
Elevated to the lino deck
Where he shoots off to starboard
And bounces off a mirror
Back to the surveyor
All in an instant!
1899
FAST ACTING PINTO RUBBER DYNAMICS
This is a goat
Playing a steam duct
For muck. It goes "whatcha"
At the rainbow.
Star my notebook,
I carved out your gulch.
We could paste
A lambada sticker
On the rec room
Paneling, but dad
Would non plus out
At the adhesive.
I want to, though.
I want to go
Faster than a beep.
(Faster than a beep
Is listerine.)
1898
WHAT WE HAVE LEARNED SO FAR
There are far more exceptionally gifted crack babies
in the population than anyone realizes.
Many have SARS.
Don't get confident with a 25 year old crack baby.
Why do so many people in the Middle East dislike
numbers? Numbers are our friends. Animal migrations
was not fun. We have fisherman who
learned that fierce, global crack babies
teaches us about our own universe's vulvular folds.
"Mmhmm sauce!" -- Joshua has some other interesting observations.
People love photos of crack babies. Online quizzes
are different from actual avian viruses.
It's like playing stratego whacked out on
coca cola in linday lohan's hamper --
you realize afterwards nobody
has made eye contact with you in two years
The dedication of people of Norway who have repressed trauma
in investigating ghosts with prenatal cocaine exposure
with a classification of "Fuck You"
is 'truly useful.'
Biodiesel should not be made from crack,
or the crack babies will climb into your urethra.
Spiders should not use telepathy on minstrel singers,
unless someone wants to make fun of "hipsters"
to repel a fear of aging. Making bake-bake
with Gary Kasparov is thermodynamically
Photoshop for beginners. To avoid this disaster with
Keanu anthrax missteps, the whole shooting incident
could mean you finally get into Harvard
wearing your "crack baby" t-shirt. Way to go, dickslap.
That's where Bill Luoma comes in.
The soldiers quote old shaker sayings
in a "Philip K. Dick-kick-ick" cock block
clergy fluctuation. They are so hot they are
"beyond capitalism." Martin Luther King didn't die
so you could write poems about "crack babies"
Nuclear luster weapons are some of the most
racist frozen snowballs of mud and ice
to carry out studies of what people think
'black' 'white' 'brown' 'high yellow' 'pink'
'grey' 'ofay' and 'blue' mean.
Jesus Christ is the truth, though,
and that enables sophisticated urban types
with pogo sticks up their asses
to party at the Hog's Head! Bring your crack baby,
we're extra hongry for dung hemispheres
In "New York" -- hey New York, Jesus loves me!
Hope you think on that when Dick Cheney
melts you down for edible sars-dick!
1897
ESSAY CONCERNING HUMAN UNDERSTANDING
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
And the red courtesy phone massages its blinking light
When the improv becomes a bus stop
And the painters debate what image
Could shut down capitalism
When I was younger, so much younger than today
And the pudding, advertised as "proof-free"
Colored in the wrecking ball
For the last time, Solomon Grundy
When a case of deals makes the tent card
Display its nerve sac to the prototype ur-burger
For minus a stadium linebreak
Next to the drawn glade a fizz messenger percolates
Into necessary sedative turnabout
When the nest-impulse
Breaks free of its hormones
And the rare book dealers
Wash their hands of time
And the Irish folk bands
Come back from their smoke break
To tabulate Fermatian nodules of loam
When the capsule reviews give you a better idea
Of the vacations the stars took after production
Than what you actually see for your twelve dollars
And the chimp you signed your living will to on a lark
Has learned the sign language for DNR
When so many exclamation points have been deployed
The commas stop working
And nobody knows where the periods are
And the paystubs are marked Please Recycle
And the floodwaters come by with the new Watchtower
And all your pesto recipes
Require hydroponic greenhouses
When tomorrow comes forty-five minutes late
Smelling like cheap perfume
And smiling at you with a crank call
To transcribe for a grand jury
With a wicked backhand
1894
ZIZEK BRAND LIGHT BEER
Slovenians would have you believe there is an ongoing debate about whether
Slavoj Zizek or Tomas Salamun is the country's greatest export
(Ales Debeljak and Vinko Globokar don't even make the list
Not to speak of Drago Jancar) but the hops used by the Lasko brewery
(Does Slovenia need cybercafes? The Festival of Beer and Flowers
Sends girls to open beers in train compartments across Europe,
And only in Iceland and Greenland to the girls come closer
To outdrinking boys in the beer department. Here's where the internet
Shit pisses me off until I got home with a sandwich and a beer
Wishing I was eating one of the girls out, when it comes to beer
I like mine dark as night, I think beer is like girl the sex
Is good and the food is better, wine, beer, dizzy, drink, fluid, mouth,
When Gregor was 67 he married a girl 22 and she died before him,
That's some cheap beer! Then the car stopped and these five guys
and three bears came tumbling out towards the hood of our car,
The guys were carousing probably insanely high and they started
Attacking the bears with their cocks on the hood of our car,
It was very confusing, the car wouldn't start, the bears didn't fight
Maybe they were sedated or drunk on the beer everybody always has here.)
Are prized across Europe and America for their rich bouquet.
1893
YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES
It's all over and he knows it.
That is if you can see them through the glare on his fauxtanned forehead.
Less smiles. More serious looks.
I think he's telling the truth,
the slow realization that he’s looking at someone
who’s very different from the man he remembers.
Even his T-shirt -- a fitted Pink Floyd tee -- is symbolic. P
at's been to the dark side of the moon, and now he's ready to see
the picture of Jesus melting as it hit the ground,
he'd love to kick back with a printout and just figure it out on his own.
He resents the day they took his black cap away.
And he's all for hanging men, flogging men with tails.
He's going to eat your headphones.
He’s on a cat walk He’s got a cat walk He’s on a cat walk He’s got a cat walk
Jess and Rory all the way!!!
word on the street is he picks his nose
Sure, he's in love, but there's something else, too.
He was going through a messy breakup with his wife, Mayo,
That's how I play, the last game of my life,
that pitiful, hopeless attempt to process information,
but failing miserably because it is simply beyond the capacity,
there is nothing but dirty thoughts running
He may not be a top-notch play caller, but he has the fire inside
the corners of his mouth--always a little askance and amused--
and in his low, measured voice, which seems perpetually to
act a bit uninterested in this movie, his fourth feature
Then he crawls slowly across the carpet to the coffee --
Start saving the bail money now
You can see it in his eyes,
He thinks he's going to get rich as fuck,
can tell when he sighs a little and walks to the window like a little man.
I'd give it maybe another six minutes
before the squid strangles his cerebral cortex
And we can all get back to our lives
giving petroleum and its by-products a bad name.
1892
THE INFLUENCE OF ANXIETY
I read some new "language poetry" today
and I was surprised how boring it is by comparison
with today's wegle-flomp and flarf movements
thank you very much!! for you big help in my pag,
and you know than you band is very good, Brutal!!!! HEIL SATAN!!!!!!
The Questions involve remembering everything you’ve done.
Yes it is a wolf eel,
Holdfasts clutching the bottom of
The mifepristone enthusiast
"Sylvia, could you big help me with this?" Maria asked.
Startled, Sylvia turned to force some free adult beverage
a big mistake since it kept kinking
(Say, can u project whenever you want ?
how is that background in real estate law going for you?
Can you Big help Big Boobs pictures?)
"Thank you. You big help for Hop Sing," Hop Sing said
as he looked down at the big bright green eyed child, who was
For Him (4) For You (7) For Tasting (10) For Fun (15) Incredible
Yeah, it's boring as shit
Who doesn't wish they were a robot-squid monster?
Boring typically means "to lack interest in"
And isn't the dictionary definition approach a cue to die?
We were listening to "Satan is boring"
Boring But Short, ok for a show maybe but not good to say about a guy
He's so boring since he stopped drinking
But bring in the hookers and WHO'S BORING NOW, BAYBAY
I have compiled a list of the seven things women find boring in bed
John Cage said if it's boring, give it another hour
He meant it's like economics, you get it the first few minutes
Then figure out who to suck up to
Can a blow job even *be* boring? I guess so
Lava fields, insect attacks, a pervy teacher is behind
This year's high school massacre ah nuts it's boring
Hug my nuts, already
What's with your well-written blog, anyway
I suppose you think all people are nice
The internet, chat rooms, nora jones' voice, my life
Boring is in Clackamas County, in the Portland metro area
Is free boring? what about hugs,
In fact, the big blogs are probably the most boring ones out there
And I want to quit my boring soul-destroying job
But I'm a middle-aged neglected child unable to imagine a world
where my graphic novels will get me rubbed on the scrotum
*except* as a scene in said novels, so I think you see the issue
Hey, I'm totally boring you, I'll let you go
No? it's ok?
When's the last time you attended training
and said "give me more of that!"
1891
CATCHING UP WITH UNCLE FLARF III
Aunt Nada is still not doing real well. The doctors say
She's only starting to heal the way she's supposed to,
But we're all just thrilled how the second single is doing.
Hurry up and get back on that stage, Nada! Our men in uniform
Need you. Speaking of, Uncle Gary sent another one of his
Heavily blacked-out notes from the base. We're all so proud
Of him, and worried of course, but Gary is not one to take chances
When we're all counting on him to come back and teach
Little Mel to rollerblade. (She's got all her grown-up teeth,
Though, so maybe they can plan to put in some zinnias instead.)
Uncle Rod reports that his degree in Behavioral Psychology
Is coming through on schedule later this month, and that
The Capoeira has changed his life. We're flying down
For the big exhibition fight in July, I hope they have a/c
(Uncle Stan's giardia makes him just about quit in the summer).
1890
CATCHING UP WITH UNCLE FLARF II
Uncle Tim wanted me to let you know he's back from rehab
And the tiny little sweat beads are gone for good! Uncle Jordan
Won't be coaching the Pop Warner team this year
But they're letting him go to the games and
Aunt E even dipped into the rainy day fund to get a big tv for him
To watch while he's on the treadmill. Uncle Ducks reports that
We're all going to be great aunts and uncles again;
Uncle Ducks, when you find out what's in the water
Down in nephew Rodney's development, *then* we'll accept
Your offer to send us a case of bottles of it. What is that now,
Seven, eight, or twelve? Congratulations to Rodney and Christina.
1889
CATCHING UP WITH UNCLE FLARF
The Tommerdahl girl said they could all go in her uncle's RV
But I couldn't figure out how to persuade the adopted kids
To hang around and take care of Uncle Ezra while he got started in aa,
And Uncle Dick was back in Cumberland dealing with the Blue Light.
I also managed to puke up on Uncle Kasey. Not just a little, but ALOT!
Leslie's aunt and uncle have a place down there they let us stay in,
It's technically a church but six days of the week that's not a problem,
Oh, and the rumors of Uncle Mitch being involved in group-marriage
(With Uncle Ben! no chuckling, he's part of the family now)
Are not true, but the one about cloning research is absolutely real --
We're all proud of him and Uncle Drew, especially now that Drew
Has gotten out of the chat rooms "for good this time." The Nobel prize
Comes with a million dollars cash, Drew! Uncle Mike and Aunt Sharon
Haven't sent word since they went to work on CHUD but they said
Not to worry, and Aunt Katie is recuperating in Nova Scotia
From the malaria she got on the stint in Ghana translating the bible.
Get well, Katie, we're all looking forward to your stories!
1888
STUPIDITY IS ETERNAL
I really don't care about the cool kids,
I'm pursuing the elusive "Jewish" gene
By rustling chocolates in a bag
Nearsighted reptiles, mostly
And yet nobody bitch-slapped
The Kafka zigzag motif,
I was worried as fuck
The poem would use words like
Ubiquitous and hominid
my 2nd degree burns
Called out to me, "Super Mario Bros,
"Get a soft porn vampire movie,
"And find someone to take your seed
"into some coiuntry with free health care"
(Hence the reason why I love poetry)
I tend to see my whole life through metaphors and symbols
When things stop, they stop,
and they don't start up again.
I live in a world of boulders and a nuclear submarine.
The clouds before the rainbow.
A black and white checkered shirt, maybe, with minor rainbows
around where the contrasting colors meet.
1887
PICKING THE PUMPKIN
I just couldn't pretend to be interested in anything you were saying
Until you started talking about what you wanted to do with me
And then it was like, too far over the top
Not to take the Noah's flood story as the literal truth
Remember how much information is coded into the weakest hip hop
The first time you see dad in the hospital bed and make a vow
To leak multiple times on the bird
Would you stop saying "om" already
1886
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, DO I
I really don't know why I continue to watch
The computer cartoons, am I waiting to find out
If I have standards? You know it's gonna be a good Christmas
When surfers remake zombie movies but I'm not capable
Of writing about current events and making paintings at the same time
So "someone steel your gas" and I don't care
Because I have Alzheimers and I really don't know clouds at all,
Millions of members, thousands joining daily
For sleazy "touch and go" hookups, and all the trauma of being rejected
Provides a hint to how I want to praise God like I should
But how am I supposed to maintain a 3.6 GPA
I haven't popped my head out from my ass in months
I don't draw boobs because it makes me feel funny
And I-don't-know-her-name came over and sat in my chair
Tell me again whose funeral I met you at?
1885
NERD BUNNY
It turns out
the big-eared bunny was
one of Walt Disney's first creations
a fertility symbol
brave enough to dream
of moving to Williamsburg
and having a great little sweat bath
just sitting around, thinking stuff up
like bunny blogging
and bellydance gadget porn
Do you like manga?
Would you like to send Natsuki
a voice instant message?
The arrest report
also notes that he has a petition
to save Christ metal whatever that is
and that after whipping it out
he pissed on the nerd,
hacked into the Redondo Beach office
and passed out copies
of his historical fiction.
1884
HIP REPLACEMENT
Young adults who are obese
Would actually have a higher IQ
If the liberals didn't take some of it away
For gun nuts to pimp
Take one girl
Add several billion purple ducks
Iron Health Balls
Make Lucky Charms halal/kosher
Not Buddhist but useful
said Speese, who has four fused vertabrae
and a metal plate in her neck
Riding dirtbikes helps
Your friends, always asking you to smoke
That nerd bunny slut
When all you like is super poop
And the exact same thing can be said
About selecting "keyboard shortcuts"
if it gets too white and you're too young,
Jack and Jill cotillions
Get the Red S treatment
These negative spreadsheet numbers
Are really chapping my ass
"Have you considered having
Dick replacement surgery?"
The tyranny of leeches
In the long run
Teaches us the shape of the spoon
Is the best tail of all
1883
I JUST WANT TO TOUCH HIM
A lot of people misunderstand me
I just want to fuck you
When we do ... Ouch!
Then our parents say,
"I told you no, don't touch that!
Now do you see why?"
Over and over and over and over again
you are pretty sure you are mostly done with the masks
It feels like we're condemning fear,
but in truth, fear is just one of her lips
quivering not from disgust, but in awe
And there are hoards of people outside
Give me time to open up,
Bury my knee in a cloud
Not just to reach out to alienated bored schoolkids
But to coax all the discordant notes to the surface
To hear from you sweet smog children:
"If I wasn't having sex with my husband,
It would be Gary Busey."
1882
DARK BARF
Friends don't let Smurfs barf
On my bloated dog,
The text "Hello welcome on board" reveals
Dark wood paneling and one of those drop ceilings
That round up the militia
My passengers frequently barf their souls out
When night and sleep are deep and dark
Rays can push their stomachs outside their mouths
We don't "agree" with backwards ass Taliban goat fucks
Kneeling on the seat with my head over the side I said,
"You know, my stomach has been bothering me all night,"
I guess Sue Ellen will be an illegal alien
About 30 minutes later the guy comes out of the bathroom
Gets home, gets on the internet,
Starts squirting blood everywhere
Types 'was there squid in the stew?' and passes out,
The puke shorting out the keyboard
1881
I CAN TELL YOU RIGHT NOW
Rule rule rule rule
Smile, you're on security camera
In Mario Lanza's fourth movie
You're sixteen, you're beautiful
And you're the best lawyer in town
I wanna put my lips to your ear
And my ear to your lips
And if I could touch your hand
For eternity, like the blind man
Who gave God back his tennis ball,
I'd sit on the roof of the palace
Of the sons of Atreus
And take off my red dress
Stop the car close to your sorority house
And make out until my other girlfriend walks by
Drive down to Princeton, do the game,
Spend the night with the Princeton band
(They invited us)
And beat up some Vegans
Do you see your hand in the ploughed fields
Below you?
Peace is growing again and grapes are stiff, are ripe
Only the snail, not happy, remembers your power
The powerless bushes crave for your existence
It is still ruled by the wind
It still smells of ancient smell
I know that all of these are the preparations of the scream:
What does the black metal in the garage have for us?
Look how fear turned into a spider
Looking for the answer at his computer.
*
(last two stanzas borrowed from Radovan Karadzic)
1880
GRANDFATHER DUDE
And my grandfather is like, 'So dude,
what's the deal with the feathered friend?'
"And my grandfather says, 'No way.'
"And the dude with the vulture
will tell you. The summer after my grandfather died,
I found myself listening to this Steely Dan song over and over,
She was raised by her grandfather
after her parents were killed in an automobile accident
I read all the classics at my grandfather's dude ranch
when I was 7 years old. I loved to read, and I was good.
But we never stayed in any place long
What I'm trying to say is it doesn't sound too "old-World-y,"
I used to think my grandfather just this mild mannered old Italian guy,
(My grandfather never owned a TV )
I never shall forget (that's how my grandfather always began his stories) the
time I heard somebody holler "Dude"—that's what they called me back then,
While paramedics were working on the grandfather,
a security officer took the boy to live
with the moderately psychotic grandfather..."
"Dude, that's a lot of bones."
Dude couldn't keep it on the road so we took his license away.
He's a retired Federal Judge
“You know that special bottle of mescal my grandfather gave me?”
When that old dude at the door of Walmart greets me, I always think
"Stop Wearing Skirts, Dude."
1878
AFTER KENT KESEY
The trouble is that once we have acquiesced to the notion that
Our moral standing in the region was low enough before Abu Ghraib and
These new photos of violently-inflicted, open wounds, obliterate any
Freedom Rock, man? Well, turn it up!
For years this boulder was known as Son of Nixon
Bob Dylan has proved that his prose can be as elegant as his poetry.
However, one group I'm sorry to see hasn't been mentioned yet is "The Ramones"
(Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF) is the "military response to September 11")
K. Suryanarayana, 41, was working as a contractor for Afghan mobile telephones,
I'm standing in a club called Lovelite when I hear the Infernal Noise Brigade,
Tinny and building, through radio speakers above the bar,
People who looked at Enduring Freedom (25-pack) also looked at:
A large supplier to US military bases makes these Caps.
This Ball Cap is fully adjustable; one size fits all.
They make a terrific gift and will be worn
In Afghanistan alone, our coalition partners (Theater level entomology)
Status of Norwegian Contributions:
84 Wing Detachment, Ganci Air Base, Manas, Kyrgyzstan.
Trong cu?n Ngh? thu?t ti?u thuy?t,
Milan Kundera có nh?c t?i truy?n Bay trên t? chim cúc cu c?a Kent Kesey.
Pero yo me quedo con "Alguien voló sobre el nido del cuco",
titulo de la célebre película y de la novela en que se basa,
de un tal Kent Kesey o algo internetowa Ksi?garnia dla ciebie,
ksi??ki popularnonaukowe, Ksi?garnia, ksi??ki techniczne,
ksi??ki techniczne, Poradniki techniczne ...
1877
GREAT SEX IS IN THE DETAILS
The Forfeiture Example of American 'Justice':
the difficult part is in the many small details
Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood:
From cosmic coincidence to conservative cosmopolitics
Discover what can happen if you become a red-faced Oregon man,
Cops: Rowdy rabbit, wife struck woman in Florida mall
Weary, intoxicated burglar gets into bed with his victims.
Iraqi Maj. Gen. Abed Hamed Mowhoush was being stubborn
and a series of intense beatings and creative interrogation tactics...
If beauty is in the details, this
is one of the most beautiful pictures ever made.
The architect Mies van der Rohe famously restated this
in more optimistic terms; It's the fifth week of the Enron trial,
and life inside the Houston courtroom has taken on a familiar rhythm.
World War II ended with the dropping of “the bomb”
On Hiroshima and Nagasaki. someone take a picture
of that literal devil as it lurks in the details
in this French Country kitchen renovation,
The role of evil in the short fiction of Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol
and Nathaniel Hawthorne --
The details will always be in me, and I will always be in the details.
Working together on everyday challenges and household projects
can bring the two of you closer in your marriage.
The truth therapists don't tell you: how to find a
soaring, beautiful mix of space-rock and modern shoegaze
with a rich emotional quotient
OK, I just don't get it. ... But what's more curious is
why previous gems in the series like "Gay or Jesus"
built a dorm room operation into one of the world's largest corporations.
Redefine the word sex:
It doesn't matter whether you're cooking a meal,
or playing a game of basketball, or writing a chapter.
Sometimes you get this rush of holistic energy,
and you'd swear that you just got laid.
1876
HIGH-FIVE THE LANDMINE
Friday Best Puppy High Five Picture Ever Blogging.
I'd love to pretend I had mad photog skillz, but my
High-tech barrier around Gaza Israel is beefing up
The morale of the eight men injured on Thursday
Would I rather be chased with a machete or chance
On forgotten ordnance in a trash strewn meadow?
Five teenage boys accused of plotting a shooting rampage
Maybe the logo gets wrapped around a land mine,
Lesson plan: Pass around the photos* of landmines
Hidden in undergrowth. Five groups try to find them.
Then pass out the blown up photos so they can see them.
This is a five-year global photo documentary project
Veterans groups and former high-ranking military officers
Have noted the limited military value of anti-personnel landmines
In wars between armies. For instance, if a woman ever asks
The classic land-mine question: "Honey, does this dress make
Besides Bosnia and Croatia, countries at the top of the list are
Rushed to home plate to high-five and chest bump Adrian Beltre.
This morning, I see this dude totally step in a Prague landmine
(Dog shit). And then we both start laughing -- high five!
1875
CARPAL BUNNY
Winter birds are not like everready human bunny rabbits,
They court only in the spring. My bunny vibrates
Plate tectonics but I'm worried about repetitive stress,
No way am I getting a semilunate administrative session
I'm all bunny-cannibalism anyone? and she's
German Shepherd jumping the fence, the bunny rising
Two million lego blocks later, she's turning over
And I'm the light at the end. Luckily the aggression
Is a baby bunny pissing in both our laps,
The dogs wearing carpal wraps to reduce impact
Even at a crowded Hollywood carrot patch (yes they have those).
Look up too many words, and I'll leave you with this rabbit
Who enjoys getting her nose rubbed for so long
You'll get carpal tunnel before she tells Bernie Bunny
About unfiltered empathy. We saved her from a car park last week.
We and the grandkids are on the edge of nausea all the time.
1874
DO YOU HATE THE ANTIDOVE
The Skatin' Utes were dispatching the Klez virus
When Beslan children went for greater symptoms
For example, ricin will take this up the ladder
Of an increasingly homogenous mass culture
You know the day will come to say goodbye to basketball
But you still take cocaine to block out pleasure
Wash your hands, draw a cartoon of "What Would Jesus
Dink?" starved for genuine love and gold plating systems
To get a more mature, soulful idiot instruction
To the am-I-awake-or-not question
To answer your question, the antidove has never
Played by the semi-official rules of courtesy
OK, I'm fat and no sadistic calisthenics guru
Is hitting the sweet spot of my jesus machine like
Ms California Trampoline Campari Soda
If she wants me to hit the bird with a rock
If that gets me an extra hundred and five minutes
I'm going to find me a bushel of rocks and get hucking
1873
THE CUTE BUNNY EXPERIENCES RAGE
All I wanted to do was get a picture of Faith wearing bunny ears,
And Alino blasted every facet of the Bunny Burgers operation.
Crowds of middle-aged ladies squealing about the "cute guys."
Elaborate bunny deaths. Little known factoid:
You may only pay $20 at a pet store on a young, cute bunny,
But in a few weeks, those hormones will start to rage!
It's amazing how an animal that's normally regarded as cute
Can spank your monkey with such vigour as to appear to have
Whole cell patch clamp in thin brain stem slices.
Its called sham rage because the response is often
Unrelated to the provocation and is short lived.
The motor components of offensive display
Regender a Morrissey song, which is a cute enough act
To lead to a boring book about vegetarians who
"Really love chickens" because they're cute.
Either go vegan or shut up, or just shut up anyway.
1872
RIPCORD INTESTINE
I obtained my first parachute 34 years ago in a trade
For my over/under .22/20 gauge
Can I get a video or photograph of my jump?
Does my first jump count towards becoming certified?
What happens if I forget to pull my ripcord?
What were his first words as he crawled from his cockpit?
You may have only one chance to pull it
And you want to make sure you get it the first time.
I was conscious, because I put my ripcord down my suit
To save it and I sat up in the dock.
I stowed the ripcord in my teeth.
I reached up and grabbed my rear
And let go of my ripcord, which is a real no-no
1871
TRENDY CROW AVATAR
I've got style, miles and miles...
I'm known for purchasing anything gadgety that crosses my
Classic rock valkyries with potentially cool outfits
That mock Sheryl Crow's chest
But she began writing children's books before all the celebrities
Took DIY kegel enlargement seminars
Don't hate her because of her poncy, gay fans,
She isn't a racist skimming Kalidasa for evidence that
Screamo is for left-wing dickheads
I don't blister easily
"Hello my name is corpse"
That's when I found out her outfit will ONLY fit
On Teen Skipper, legless and posable Loch Ness Jesus
The key thing about the unicorn sex toys is that
The muppet can't veto the dance ordinance
And we get to laugh at Sir Fugliness imagining he's
With Tom Cruise and not trolling the chat rooms
With the I-used-to-be-on-the-wb mistletoe
No, get this, he's got a Brandon Lee fixation
And the smallest dick you've ever seen
1870
TASER SPERM
The AIR TASER easily, and accurately detects and identifies
Suspected semen and or “sperm” stains in dallas underwear stains.
The real threat of bioweapons is that they will cut back
On impromptu blowjobs, and God Shall Make Them Pay For Each Sperm
That Can't Be Found as I speak with an obnoxious telemarketer on my cell
Salem police used Taser on a pregnant woman
"don't even get me started on my son's birth"
"Medieval sword, mallet, armor no match for ye olde Taser"
An alarm will sound if the wrong eggs and sperm are brought close
Jose removed his cock with a "pop" and trickles of his sperm
Leaked from the mace and the taser guns.
How to be a Christian vampire:
The buddy makes a bunch of phones calls, finagles the Taser
Imbuing the sperm with a little extra urgency.
The only job I see women as incapable of performing is sperm donation.