United Christmas of America
I've opened up this part of winter,
fact-checked the Currier and Ives
but this is a country of uniforms
and equipment, warehoused
and waiting in the con-temporary
beast-wizened through handbooks
and workshops that produce.
Not a shred of evidence
indicates otherwise.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Homunculus Of Oaks
At dawn where
hangs, the way we slip away
while monitoring the way
a pulpit stands or a voice
interupts the politics of sleep,
in every direction
an aversion to certain words:
ambidextrous, skin bag
"anent" (usage by Follett)
black, slang of thieves
on mash and bead,
quick aged on oak chips
bulldogged encyclopedias
where some take the waters,
others, palms and bitters
its - elf dependent
immediately on invention
beyond that
several baptisms
mean nothing.
The true and puritan
executioner got paid
yesterday in camp gear -
her knuckles promised
more gas chamber
monkey business-
arbitrary analogy of the unfit
borrowed time but who knows it!
mothers at the library
look for rides home
a pleading in their eyes
tells everyone, help me
there is no end to capability
-canonical cancer sweeps
the awards shows
no surprises in the excess
of hair cuts: misery, activism
and the look of several
off-campus apartments
to set up for a memoir
and rescue stray puppies
in army surplus dungarees.
FACT: war equals money
and 'other things'.
Why not just say it?
This Sunday belongs to no one,
the leaves it scatters testify
to vagrancy, lack of effort.
At dawn where
hangs, the way we slip away
while monitoring the way
a pulpit stands or a voice
interupts the politics of sleep,
in every direction
an aversion to certain words:
ambidextrous, skin bag
"anent" (usage by Follett)
black, slang of thieves
on mash and bead,
quick aged on oak chips
bulldogged encyclopedias
where some take the waters,
others, palms and bitters
its - elf dependent
immediately on invention
beyond that
several baptisms
mean nothing.
The true and puritan
executioner got paid
yesterday in camp gear -
her knuckles promised
more gas chamber
monkey business-
arbitrary analogy of the unfit
borrowed time but who knows it!
mothers at the library
look for rides home
a pleading in their eyes
tells everyone, help me
there is no end to capability
-canonical cancer sweeps
the awards shows
no surprises in the excess
of hair cuts: misery, activism
and the look of several
off-campus apartments
to set up for a memoir
and rescue stray puppies
in army surplus dungarees.
FACT: war equals money
and 'other things'.
Why not just say it?
This Sunday belongs to no one,
the leaves it scatters testify
to vagrancy, lack of effort.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Homonculus Of Oaks
At dawn where the pecan
hangs, the way we slip away
while monitoring the way
a pulpit stands or a voice
interupts the politics of sleep,
in every direction
an aversion to certain words:
ambidextrous, skin bag
"anent" (usage by Follett)
black, slang of thieves
on mash and bead,
quick aged on oak chips
bulldogged encyclopedias
where some take the waters,
others, palms and bitters
its - elf dependent
immediately on invention
beyond that
several baptisms
mean nothing.
The true and puritan
executioner got paid
yesterday in camp gear -
her knuckles promised
more gas chamber
monkey business-
arbitrary analogy of the unfit
borrowed time but who knows it!
mothers at the library
look for rides home
a pleading in their eyes
tells everyone, help me
there is no end to capability
-canonical cancer sweeps
the awards shows
no surprises in the excess
of hair cuts: misery, activism
and the look of several
off-campus apartments
to set up for a memoir
and rescue stray puppies
in army surplus dungarees.
FACT: war equals money
and 'other things'.
Why not just say it?
This Sunday belongs to no one,
the leaves it scatters testify
to vagrancy, lack of effort.
At dawn where the pecan
hangs, the way we slip away
while monitoring the way
a pulpit stands or a voice
interupts the politics of sleep,
in every direction
an aversion to certain words:
ambidextrous, skin bag
"anent" (usage by Follett)
black, slang of thieves
on mash and bead,
quick aged on oak chips
bulldogged encyclopedias
where some take the waters,
others, palms and bitters
its - elf dependent
immediately on invention
beyond that
several baptisms
mean nothing.
The true and puritan
executioner got paid
yesterday in camp gear -
her knuckles promised
more gas chamber
monkey business-
arbitrary analogy of the unfit
borrowed time but who knows it!
mothers at the library
look for rides home
a pleading in their eyes
tells everyone, help me
there is no end to capability
-canonical cancer sweeps
the awards shows
no surprises in the excess
of hair cuts: misery, activism
and the look of several
off-campus apartments
to set up for a memoir
and rescue stray puppies
in army surplus dungarees.
FACT: war equals money
and 'other things'.
Why not just say it?
This Sunday belongs to no one,
the leaves it scatters testify
to vagrancy, lack of effort.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Deep Politics and Borderlands
Deep Politics
There are no more uses
for the Sumerian isotopes
such wicked Barbarians
that restrict themselves
to themselves, the study of
bloodthirst and blacklist
in a collection of signals,
the lighthouse of men
and ammendments made
as the earth is showered
with the heavenly gloss,
the enchantment of the hearings
to export the shine
as a handshake.
If this has a name
it wants to know what you
are doing not where
you are heading -
that it knows already,
the call is definitely yours.
Then when the skirt
is pushed aside,
the pope identified
as the faces emerge
from the loins of a woman -
-her breath stalls on the page,
a moment of clarity
pressed into paper, swells
with life or death,
a serious bloating of wills
slammed together.
Borderlands
I'm not so sure about these
new templates, the mountain
I climb from four to six each
day is still there at night, it is
warming up to me, showing
new secrets each time. Today
a rabbit, last week an immigrant's
pack and razor, tomorrow who knows.
I'm hopeful that stars keep
just as busy as planets.
There are no more uses
for the Sumerian isotopes
such wicked Barbarians
that restrict themselves
to themselves, the study of
bloodthirst and blacklist
in a collection of signals,
the lighthouse of men
and ammendments made
as the earth is showered
with the heavenly gloss,
the enchantment of the hearings
to export the shine
as a handshake.
If this has a name
it wants to know what you
are doing not where
you are heading -
that it knows already,
the call is definitely yours.
Then when the skirt
is pushed aside,
the pope identified
as the faces emerge
from the loins of a woman -
-her breath stalls on the page,
a moment of clarity
pressed into paper, swells
with life or death,
a serious bloating of wills
slammed together.
Borderlands
I'm not so sure about these
new templates, the mountain
I climb from four to six each
day is still there at night, it is
warming up to me, showing
new secrets each time. Today
a rabbit, last week an immigrant's
pack and razor, tomorrow who knows.
I'm hopeful that stars keep
just as busy as planets.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Call to Duty
Do we have to come
to your wheelchair?
Am I to support your blind?
Carry a torch
for your addiction?
Which IED are you?
Image
We forget and keep
forgetting
to take the film in -
to wait for it, examine it,
glory or mourn for it -
just the mere miracle
that it is still there
defeats our small efforts,
the transportation
and storage of it
require our time and some
of this most precious space,
an amount of planning
but less than the investment
we make in expecting of it,
remembering it and finding it
in the first place, our own.
Lady Stanhope's Resurrection
As I wait for Stanhope
to arrive from the shores
of her immense madness
and congregate destinies,
that soft position of observation
known as a safe distance
the anti athiest hard core of me
I remember my old teeth
with a dream-like reverence
and hoping, a sin-cere hoping.
My theory is what you think
it is if you know me,
if you've watched me move
through a bookstore
tearing out the pages
of certain defamatory books,
sampling the Brach's.
Yes, I have a sincere hoping
for all my future teeth
then the children who
take drugs in order to be kind,
the kids with dimples
and notebooks.
The mind is a monopoly,
a theocracy and a bulb,
it turns on and off
and it flickers at night.
So the body twitches
until it finally goes out
forever, arms and legs follow
suit. No emporer left
to muster for - kowtow to.
Do we have to come
to your wheelchair?
Am I to support your blind?
Carry a torch
for your addiction?
Which IED are you?
Image
We forget and keep
forgetting
to take the film in -
to wait for it, examine it,
glory or mourn for it -
just the mere miracle
that it is still there
defeats our small efforts,
the transportation
and storage of it
require our time and some
of this most precious space,
an amount of planning
but less than the investment
we make in expecting of it,
remembering it and finding it
in the first place, our own.
Lady Stanhope's Resurrection
As I wait for Stanhope
to arrive from the shores
of her immense madness
and congregate destinies,
that soft position of observation
known as a safe distance
the anti athiest hard core of me
I remember my old teeth
with a dream-like reverence
and hoping, a sin-cere hoping.
My theory is what you think
it is if you know me,
if you've watched me move
through a bookstore
tearing out the pages
of certain defamatory books,
sampling the Brach's.
Yes, I have a sincere hoping
for all my future teeth
then the children who
take drugs in order to be kind,
the kids with dimples
and notebooks.
The mind is a monopoly,
a theocracy and a bulb,
it turns on and off
and it flickers at night.
So the body twitches
until it finally goes out
forever, arms and legs follow
suit. No emporer left
to muster for - kowtow to.
United Christmas of AmericaI've opened up this part of winter,fact-checked the Currier and Ivesbut this is a country of uniformsand equipment, warehousedand waiting in the con-temporarybeast-wizened through handbooks.Not a shred of evidenceindicates otherwise.
United Christmas of America
I've opened up this part of winter,
fact-checked the Currier and Ives
but this is a country of uniforms
and equipment, warehoused
and waiting in the con-temporary
beast-wizened through handbooks.
Not a shred of evidence
indicates otherwise.
United Christmas of America
I've opened up this part of winter,
fact-checked the Currier and Ives
but this is a country of uniforms
and equipment, warehoused
and waiting in the con-temporary
beast-wizened through handbooks.
Not a shred of evidence
indicates otherwise.
A Design
Who created despair as if
from salt and iron, fixed
and hardened the true tension
and so-called weight
of the eyes, although such eyes
resemble eyes and turned
down they
are only blood to gel
attached to cables
above
the puppet
people
call
the heart.
Iron to Iron
Even rocks know
of alchemy, the habits
of copper must accept
the force of foolishness
as the sun and moon do,
as they flirt with time
and sleep without warning
in a large scale
porous conglomerate,
the same iron
moves all the mechanisms
from subtle to tremendous.
Who created despair as if
from salt and iron, fixed
and hardened the true tension
and so-called weight
of the eyes, although such eyes
resemble eyes and turned
down they
are only blood to gel
attached to cables
above
the puppet
people
call
the heart.
Iron to Iron
Even rocks know
of alchemy, the habits
of copper must accept
the force of foolishness
as the sun and moon do,
as they flirt with time
and sleep without warning
in a large scale
porous conglomerate,
the same iron
moves all the mechanisms
from subtle to tremendous.
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