Sometimes,
when people say—
All Of The Time;
they really
just mean—all
the time they have available.
And almost
always, when people say—
Every Day;
they're really
referring—to Monday
through Friday.
Monday, August 31, 2015
STANDARD OPERATING PROCEDURE
In the new morning,
when last
night's chilly fog—which
had closed around us, so thick-
and snug-
ly, and emboldened
by that very full moon,
huge
and cold and low—
finally dissipated;
chased out
of sight now, by faint and unusually
ordinary gray light,
stretching,
and testing, and snapping it's new tendrils,
and caressing the concrete-
colored planks of
colored planks of
bad wood outside the upstairs window;
then—
and only then, and only with a very bitter-
sweetly
faint kind
of certainly—did I truly feel
that I knew
for sure what it could mean to me—and how
beautiful! and important it could be
that you
hadn't seen any of this with me. That you
simply must still be there—
downstairs
somewhere, very
separate from me—probably underneath
our soft brown blanket, still sleeping.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
POKER FACE
Here—on this green and flat field
of time and of space,
nothing ever really stays
and sticks
exactly where you seem to put it.
For certainly—
to properly
hold a thing close—you must be willing
to believe
in it first. Only—it's weird, but there's
no sense in going
around believing in anything—
unless you feel
able—to carry it with you.
Let's see now—given the formula,
I think
that for any
hand you're dealt in on—
that basically—just
leaves you
with you.
Friday, August 28, 2015
INTERIOR MONOLOGUE OF THE OUROBOROS
Fuck—I'm just
so starving
that even
eating
so starving
that even
eating
away at my-
self isn't working.
self isn't working.
GEODUCK SOUP
The truth?
The truth!—all that raw bone
and bloody
stringy sticky
cartilage of the stuff!—
is so frightful-
to look at,
that it's
oftentimes—completely overlooked.
Because—it's usually just
so detestably simple
as to seem
ugly,
revolting—
and vulgar.
It's the way—out of two
repulsive
The truth!—all that raw bone
and bloody
stringy sticky
cartilage of the stuff!—
is so frightful-
to look at,
that it's
oftentimes—completely overlooked.
Because—it's usually just
so detestably simple
as to seem
ugly,
revolting—
and vulgar.
It's the way—out of two
repulsive
and utterly opposite things,
that Third Thing
emerges
that we then
can use
for our own purposes. But—no, not exactly
like putrid water
emerges
that we then
can use
for our own purposes. But—no, not exactly
like putrid water
and rotten time—
making vinegar;
making vinegar;
it's more like—
how an anonymous
innocent
honeywet vagina
and some huge
hulking hell of a
dumb bulbous cock
how an anonymous
innocent
honeywet vagina
and some huge
hulking hell of a
dumb bulbous cock
once clashed!
and sundered!
and ultimately
combined
to create—
the stomach
you're now sick to.
and ultimately
combined
to create—
the stomach
you're now sick to.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
ADMINISTRATION
Don't be confused!
Brothers it's
shame-
Brothers it's
shame-
fully
simple—Who's
simple—Who's
with me?
First—
we ad-
monish 'em
monish 'em
for not
wearing shoes;
wearing shoes;
then!—we can
sell 'em
the polish!—
with clean
consciences.
sell 'em
the polish!—
with clean
consciences.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
EXCHANGE
Come early
evening, the numbing
relief of cool
streetfaces passing,
wreathed in
hoods, and with dark
relief of cool
streetfaces passing,
wreathed in
hoods, and with dark
secret cigarette
plumes dribbling out
from mouths,
all frozen
agape
plumes dribbling out
from mouths,
all frozen
agape
in their hunger
for nothing
from you, anymore.
for nothing
from you, anymore.
D'ARTAGNAN
Hey—
you! Squealed
the
first
two—be a good
little
imbecilic
third wheel, if you
please—and
at least!
go see
if you can't—
squeak
us up
another one!
you! Squealed
the
first
two—be a good
little
imbecilic
third wheel, if you
please—and
at least!
go see
if you can't—
squeak
us up
another one!
MISSED CONNECTION
There—at the razor-raw
thin and meager corner
of Milwaukee
and Ashland Avenue, incensed
with leadheavy invisible odors—
with pillars
of rust, and limestone
dust, and exhaust;
somehow—a perfect treasure trove
(of lion's-soul yellow
yolks and their ever-
so-tenderly
sun-infused milk—of fresh-
ly purchased
and aggressively
dashed eggs!) congeals to its small and
inevitable rest—and is,
at best, fairly uncuriously avoided
by hungry droves of mayonnaise-
faced bus passengers.
thin and meager corner
of Milwaukee
and Ashland Avenue, incensed
with leadheavy invisible odors—
with pillars
of rust, and limestone
dust, and exhaust;
somehow—a perfect treasure trove
(of lion's-soul yellow
yolks and their ever-
so-tenderly
sun-infused milk—of fresh-
ly purchased
and aggressively
dashed eggs!) congeals to its small and
inevitable rest—and is,
at best, fairly uncuriously avoided
by hungry droves of mayonnaise-
faced bus passengers.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
HOUSE HUNTERS IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION
He likes
a craftsman-style;
She
Each
a craftsman-style;
She
wants a Tudor.
Each
of them—relentlessly
uncompromising, not to mention
utterly unique,
in the way
that it takes
a few colossal
uncompromising, not to mention
utterly unique,
in the way
that it takes
a few colossal
beams
and
frames
and
frames
them up—
so synchronically!
around roughly the same—incredibly
devastating
eternities
of empty space.
so synchronically!
around roughly the same—incredibly
devastating
eternities
of empty space.
SMARTPHONE MARKET UPDATES FOR BUSY METAPHYSICIANS
As of this
hour—
the
Dow
is still
down
there—exactly!
where
we set it
last.
hour—
the
Dow
is still
down
there—exactly!
where
we set it
last.
Monday, August 24, 2015
PATIENT REPLY
Love—
is
kind
of
an old-
fashioned
term—to be mashing me
up with, actually;—casually
remarked the Almighty, although pretty
offhandedly;
and admittedly only
in words readily understood by the ears
of a certain—very
elite and very! cloak-and-
dagger faction of the world's most cutting-
edge and indefatigably goal-oriented Genetic Engineers.
is
kind
of
an old-
fashioned
term—to be mashing me
up with, actually;—casually
remarked the Almighty, although pretty
offhandedly;
and admittedly only
in words readily understood by the ears
of a certain—very
elite and very! cloak-and-
dagger faction of the world's most cutting-
edge and indefatigably goal-oriented Genetic Engineers.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
YOU MIGHT BE A POET IF—
Do you ever blush
simply
wondering?
in the morning—about the specific effects of gravity
on her mass?
as it continues accelerating;
faintly
wet and mauve-
gently—slipping past
yet another net
of gem-
colored August vapor?
simply
wondering?
in the morning—about the specific effects of gravity
on her mass?
as it continues accelerating;
faintly
wet and mauve-
gently—slipping past
yet another net
of gem-
colored August vapor?
Saturday, August 22, 2015
SUMMER VACATION A.D. 2489
"Instantaneous intergalactic
travel! to and among the far-
flung lattices
of heretofore
imaginary—liquid
diamond stars
having now—and forever,
and at long last!
become completely feasible;
all scheduled
explorations—of the little
old honeydew moon
now just sound—
more or less
a bit trivial,"
quipped every
former poet—practically
all at once; each
while hoisting up
a thumb
with a dim
but abrupt chuckle—to every
single poor
tour group
who'd patronize—
his rickety
Martian fishing vessel.
Friday, August 21, 2015
MUSK ATTACKS!!!
Each August—descending fat
and high from such
insidious and
cabalistic stacks—
there at the
back—of this or that
formidably-
cold planetary outpost;
the orbs!—
mute with dark odd
perfume,
faint
with pale spiderflesh,
and very very
strangely
heavy for their sizes—
dive
and aggressively
crashland!—into all the unsuspecting
grocery baskets—
as they pass.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
BLUE BLAZES
Always philandering here—scuzzy,
poor among people
and creatures,
and the seasonal trees,
and ever the gray sidewalks—I endeavor
to enumerate the way;
graceless,
incognito,
moving to conjure—wizardlike,
if only because—wielding in secret
the fat and
abundant wand of my art,
poor among people
and creatures,
and the seasonal trees,
and ever the gray sidewalks—I endeavor
to enumerate the way;
graceless,
incognito,
moving to conjure—wizardlike,
if only because—wielding in secret
the fat and
abundant wand of my art,
I yearn not merely
to explain generosity—tallying all!
to explain generosity—tallying all!
but stockpiling none of of it
and certainly
stemming no flow—
and certainly
stemming no flow—
but to remain
downright compelling! And
downright compelling! And
Impressive to you, no? Maybe
even enviably so?—As I point and shoot to get
yet another flame going—
not intending
to burn away,
but rather
to illuminate
something—everyday.
yet another flame going—
not intending
to burn away,
but rather
to illuminate
something—everyday.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
HOW TO TOUCH YOUR TOES
We hereby
decree—in no
uncertain
or purple
prose—these!
decree—in no
uncertain
or purple
prose—these!
are the new
those; chiefly
those; chiefly
because we
feel we can
reach them
reach them
a little
more easily.
more easily.
INTERVENTION AT MONTELL JORDAN'S AFTERPARTY
Admit
it,
now—this:
is much
more—How
We
Actually
Do It—
re-
gret
fully,
fitful,
and
to answer—
let alone
even beginning
to wonder—
How
Come?
it,
now—this:
is much
more—How
We
Actually
Do It—
re-
gret
fully,
fitful,
and
without
ever stopping!
ever stopping!
to answer—
let alone
even beginning
to wonder—
How
Come?
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
CAPTAIN'S LOG, STARDATE—
Turns out—
It was!
all of it!—only
a dream;
a dream;
it just—wasn't
really
all that
really
all that
much of one.
His civ-
i-
li-
zation—simply
got
punch-
drunk
and lazy
after the salad days; and
Art—
became too much
His civ-
i-
li-
zation—simply
got
punch-
drunk
and lazy
after the salad days; and
Art—
became too much
like Religion
always
was:
was:
pinch
doses!
of it—and mainly
on Sundays.
Monday, August 17, 2015
ROCKET SUMMER
Three
two
one—blast-off! And just
like that,
everyone—who ever
felt stuck here
by gravity's
laws
no matter what—
suddenly went flying
and scrambling
up—with a warm rush!
north by north-
westward—
in search of a perfect
ly honest
and a meager
couple of bucks. But—
after just
a bit of that modest
but sweet kind of work—
coupled—almost certainly,
with way
way too much eager
over-
thinking and sweaty
excitement over the trajectory;
two
one—blast-off! And just
like that,
everyone—who ever
felt stuck here
by gravity's
laws
no matter what—
suddenly went flying
and scrambling
up—with a warm rush!
north by north-
westward—
in search of a perfect
ly honest
and a meager
couple of bucks. But—
after just
a bit of that modest
but sweet kind of work—
coupled—almost certainly,
with way
way too much eager
over-
thinking and sweaty
excitement over the trajectory;
there was,
rather
lamentably—the son
of his daddy's third
(and most green-
thumbed)
stab at a habitable
place couldn't help
but notice—
absolutely
nobody left!
back at home
in their slanted
slums of porous row
homes any longer
who looked—nearly
meek enough!
to inherit
the beautiful—if a little
bit scorched
by now, and
stifling—planet earth
whenever
he felt he was done with it.
rather
lamentably—the son
of his daddy's third
(and most green-
thumbed)
stab at a habitable
place couldn't help
but notice—
absolutely
nobody left!
back at home
in their slanted
slums of porous row
homes any longer
who looked—nearly
meek enough!
to inherit
the beautiful—if a little
bit scorched
by now, and
stifling—planet earth
whenever
he felt he was done with it.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
YIELDING
It seems dozens
of highly
specific tongues—of
stiffish lemon
meringue
have come—
somehow both
slow and
suddenly—at once
to coolly
trick
some reddish faces—
into finally
no longer—
sweating a few crumbs.
of highly
specific tongues—of
stiffish lemon
meringue
have come—
somehow both
slow and
suddenly—at once
to coolly
trick
some reddish faces—
into finally
no longer—
sweating a few crumbs.
Friday, August 14, 2015
COMFORTING THOUGHT
Because I once
chanced—here
to stop
and muse quickly,
all futures
must now
and forever—
contain this probability:
in Utopia—
chanced—here
to stop
and muse quickly,
all futures
must now
and forever—
contain this probability:
in Utopia—
their newspapers
will—necessarily!
have to be
so fretfully—
boring.
have to be
so fretfully—
boring.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
NO. 2 PENCIL
Generations
and comfortless
generations hence—
the children
of tomorrow
will never know!
such cursive
fluency
as their proud parents
once drew—
from only ever
manually imagining—where on earth!
Dixon Ticonderoga was.
and comfortless
generations hence—
the children
of tomorrow
will never know!
such cursive
fluency
as their proud parents
once drew—
from only ever
manually imagining—where on earth!
Dixon Ticonderoga was.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
REST DAYS WHEN YOU'RE SUPERMAN
No way—but surely
the absolute best! days
are those
when you wake
up—shaking! without
wondering
why—because you
already
know it's just
that your
body's
a little
terrified!
but your
head—isn't really feeling
only! through
the ninth
the absolute best! days
are those
when you wake
up—shaking! without
wondering
why—because you
already
know it's just
that your
body's
a little
terrified!
but your
head—isn't really feeling
the least bit
worried about it.
worried about it.
Which is great—it's like
back when
back when
you were
eight—
and became entirely
eight—
and became entirely
obsessed (to the extent
that there
was just no room
for common sense left)
for common sense left)
with convincing
yourself—
that it was
only! through
the ninth
or tenth
or eleventh
attempt,
or eleventh
attempt,
that the twelfth
leap—off the seven-
foot-
high white
and red backyard shed—
could
appreciably—
leap—off the seven-
foot-
high white
and red backyard shed—
could
appreciably—
make any difference.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
BUY AN EXTRA LOTTO TICKET JUST TO WIPE YOUR MOUTH WITH
Somebody up there
really likes you—
when you realize
you're fumbling!
yellow mustard—
all down
the front of a
freshly laundered
turmeric-colored t-shirt.
really likes you—
when you realize
you're fumbling!
yellow mustard—
all down
the front of a
freshly laundered
turmeric-colored t-shirt.
WRITING ROUTINES
Sun and simmering
west wind—lightly cooking off
any remaining
damp tang of last night's
only faintly recollect-
able rain—
presently licking the gimcrack
gaudy backs
of greedgobbled
hordes
of
greasedappled flies,
which crowd dizzy hunks
of plumpish sidewalk dogshit.
And to think!
he'd only noticed this—
exact same
shining anomaly
probably
sixty—no seventy!
times this August
alone already—easily.
west wind—lightly cooking off
any remaining
damp tang of last night's
only faintly recollect-
able rain—
presently licking the gimcrack
gaudy backs
of greedgobbled
hordes
of
greasedappled flies,
which crowd dizzy hunks
of plumpish sidewalk dogshit.
And to think!
he'd only noticed this—
exact same
shining anomaly
probably
sixty—no seventy!
times this August
alone already—easily.
Monday, August 10, 2015
SGT. PEPPER'S MUCH LONELIER HEART ATTACKS CLUB BAND
One by one,
by uneasy
one—all he needed,
each was
quite sure?
was love; which was
by uneasy
one—all he needed,
each was
quite sure?
was love; which was
inconvenient.
Because—
Because—
in that moment,
there was—plenty
of silly
love songs around
but—absolutely
fucking none.
of silly
love songs around
but—absolutely
fucking none.
of the actual—
dumb nonsense handy.
dumb nonsense handy.
Friday, August 7, 2015
PIERCING
White snow falling
that I must die—but I think
that now
I must—
softly on an August afternoon—
and still—everywhere men
and women walk
and do not seem
to see it. Some day—I knew,
and women walk
and do not seem
to see it. Some day—I knew,
that I must die—but I think
that now
I must—
finally mean it;
For how
is this possible!—why?
won't they notice—
is this possible!—why?
won't they notice—
how absolute-
ly
starving—the beautiful,
lapis-
blue sky looks?
ly
starving—the beautiful,
lapis-
blue sky looks?
Thursday, August 6, 2015
AUSPICES
Hulking-
tall
rooted,
proud
tough,
old-
but-
neverborn—those trees!
which—touching their sage
hands high above
to hush,
and thus—
safeguard
your illustrious street;
seem to murmur
wisely in these repeatable
kinds of summer breezes—on and on,
something
about how—there's simply
no other way!—how
you've really
got to move slow
or better yet—keep
perfect-
ly still—
if you hope
to hold
and keep-
safe
and remember it all
just—exactly
the lovely
way that it was.
But then—how come?
whenever you stop
and look deep,
shutting your eyes a while to think—
you can't
tall
rooted,
proud
tough,
old-
but-
neverborn—those trees!
which—touching their sage
hands high above
to hush,
and thus—
safeguard
your illustrious street;
seem to murmur
wisely in these repeatable
kinds of summer breezes—on and on,
something
about how—there's simply
no other way!—how
you've really
got to move slow
or better yet—keep
perfect-
ly still—
if you hope
to hold
and keep-
safe
and remember it all
just—exactly
the lovely
way that it was.
But then—how come?
whenever you stop
and look deep,
shutting your eyes a while to think—
you can't
help but realize,
that you
can't really (not—
really)
actually picture
really)
actually picture
anybody's face—not one
single depression
or light shade
or shape—
that you truly love?—or ever
even have once?
in your whole entire
life this way.
And further—how come?
Come to stop
and think of it
some more—
nope—You've absolutely
never been willing to.
single depression
or light shade
or shape—
that you truly love?—or ever
even have once?
in your whole entire
life this way.
And further—how come?
Come to stop
and think of it
some more—
nope—You've absolutely
never been willing to.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
AUTHORIAL INTENT
Eating overripe cherries—
She
felt free
and fine
in the shining
black-
brightsmile of quiet morning;
or—
probably.
felt free
and fine
in the shining
black-
brightsmile of quiet morning;
or—
probably.
VALIDATION
In the bedroom
every
morning—Jesus
every
morning—Jesus
rose
and—scarcely
believing
the unconscionably
sublime
art of his own
body's
reflection—would invariably
hasten
to throw
some period appropriate-
ly stupid-
looking
clothes over it.
and—scarcely
believing
the unconscionably
sublime
art of his own
body's
reflection—would invariably
hasten
to throw
some period appropriate-
ly stupid-
looking
clothes over it.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
L'ART POUR L'ART
Don't bother distracting—old
Mr. Sisyphus Jones
by questioning
his incentives—because
the fact
that you
want to—means you
probably aren't properly
motivated to know yet—that
there really
is no compensation!
for any
amount—of hard
labor he performs.
But—
strangely enough,
that's exactly
his reward!—it's
learning to work
Mr. Sisyphus Jones
by questioning
his incentives—because
the fact
that you
want to—means you
probably aren't properly
motivated to know yet—that
there really
is no compensation!
for any
amount—of hard
labor he performs.
But—
strangely enough,
that's exactly
his reward!—it's
learning to work
without hope—that's his goal.
It's
still getting-
still getting-
up and leaving
for work every morning
for work every morning
knowing—
that your gig
is pushing
is pushing
the car
right back
home again, and still
doing it willingly—
to get a little
better handle
on the beauty
of that futility.
home again, and still
doing it willingly—
to get a little
better handle
on the beauty
of that futility.
Monday, August 3, 2015
GIFT ECONOMY
Cheers!—to that alluring mister
portrait of a swirling
Vincent Van Gogh over there—with his curiously
well-pared
finger-
nails and ginger-
ly mannered
sunset-
red
beard
and purled hair—For he!
always seems
to take
better care
than you
or I do
to remember—Art
that is simply
too pure!
doesn't sell;
better by far—to take
a preexisting
piece of weird work
and just—
cool
and off-
handedly—stick
a clock-
radio
in there—somewhere.
portrait of a swirling
Vincent Van Gogh over there—with his curiously
well-pared
finger-
nails and ginger-
ly mannered
sunset-
red
beard
and purled hair—For he!
always seems
to take
better care
than you
or I do
to remember—Art
that is simply
too pure!
doesn't sell;
better by far—to take
a preexisting
piece of weird work
and just—
cool
and off-
handedly—stick
a clock-
radio
in there—somewhere.
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