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fat expensive
07.Sep.08, 05:20 EDT
fat expensive
let this be a lesson to me
closing the book of love
society's highlighting yellow smears
plays tricky with the ever white pages
boys and haircuts
girls and briefcases
a girl's life is a brief case
or izit
can anybody talk 'bout nother
how 'bout soup
let's have sum soup
sorry doesn't cover it
toes tinkle like bells
dumb ones
freezing in the blue air
there's always that side
the same side
as the other side
bare to the shiver
of the slippery flat hug
no thank you
no soup for me
a hot drink
a hot drink tho
a hot drink by any other name
maybe the earth's not round
o.k. but who should say sorry
freedom is freedom from something
something is not a blot
the area code for Suffolk is 516
it does mean something
something is mean
something is not a block
tired of this suffolking
goto sleep
standing up
taking it
leaving it
whatever
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Neon Tattoo
20.Jul.08, 00:28 EDT
Neon Tattoo
An old attack dog
put its teeth in backwards
chewed jagged cutup tongue
spitting out meaty shards
of own ability to speak
snarls became acidic dynamite
on a stoop in the Lower East Side
Truth drank a beer
sang without voice the blues of caring
an individual
can be
a neon tattoo
on a decayed
like the 1980s
with a rich junkshop arm
sometimes clumsiness
is such a blessing
you fall just when you're about to walk into a hole
when I die
I want it to be a
surprise
So many
want to know the ways they can die
when it happens ...
they can say
see
I told you so
see
I told you so
I want to know all the ways I can be alive
the old attack dog
choked on its own blood
carcass smelled
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Equilibrium Lomain
20.Jul.08, 00:26 EDT
Equilibrium Lomain
I ordered it
left of grease spot, #22
equilibrium lomain
I wanted it
sweet spaghetti
gooey thick absolute
cardboard takeout confession box
remorse zanged by MSG
my balance, had, um, rhythm
well, kinda, of you know off, sorta
I was a teeter totter
in a children's park
with a feather boa swank on one end
and a building on the other
I got seasick on sidewalks
my mind was throwing up
I ate it
hunger the only emotion that could slick back my hair
and make me seem to swagger
if you could call
"o.k., I will still live tomorrow"
"o.k., I will still live tomorrow"
swagger
most of it down my inner tubes fast
my stomach was a rat's wheel
twittering metal star
ferry boat gear
slopping up against
the digesting meaty sauce
peace
I went to Times Square in my head
shouted with the 40's hair cuts and do's
and the shooting corks
were the thunder before the champaign rain
I was even logical sane
I was digital
I had the knowledge
that only a full stomach brings
but I did not have the words
I snapped open the little hard orange pastry
"justice is always a surprise"
the cookie said
"do not forget it
but do not expect it"
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On The Ferry
22.Jun.08, 00:46 EDT
On The Ferry
On the ferry
from far away
you could see
three outlined shapes
tripping and falling
to the front of
the boat
leaning their weight
against the railings
looking over the
water and the dark.
There were three
shapes, a boy and
two girls, and they
stood very close
breathing heavily
and laughing — it was
nice on the ferry —
they were drunk
and they couldn’t
really close their eyes
or open them
the boat rocked
there was a
strong wind
a clean, sharp
water-air smell
they breathed more and
more deeply and
grabbed the railings
harder
the world wasn’t really
there, then
the tight, constricted
exact thinking
had stopped
everything was funny
and queasy
they couldn’t concentrate
or cause things to happen
they just held on
noticing their
feet slide back
and forth under them
and every so often getting
prickly and tense
at how close
their bodies were
and thinking about that
and falling a little bit
and moving up into each other
even closer.
Alone
the ferry
the open deck
the dark
the city away
the wind
the water
the movement of the boat
the clunking of the
ferry’s gears
cold, cold, cold, cold
the wind, the water, the fast
of the boat
warm, warm, warm, warm
sleepy
excited
simultaneously.
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Logic Broke My Arm
07.Jun.08, 22:55 EDT
Logic Broke My Arm
The
Beautiful American Sidewalk
            did not break my arm
The
skinny metal fence with the barbed wire toupee
            did not break my arm
The
cat impersonation without the right equip (parachute body)
            did not break my arm
LOGIC BROKE MY ARM
The
logic that says:
            willpower is badpower
the logic that makes the world go frown
            action is a vacuum
in reverse
   presence /something
the blowing out of air
that's just it the people that do things are always full of
    hot air
the old man in the white home
   a liar
but never full of
   hot airto get to the gulag
you have to ask directions
GOOD is a signpost that
can never twirl
hot air
hot heart
hot art
neutral
the hatred of activity is the hatred of a particular activity
            you don't like  Â
there is a ewe
hornless, laughing at the illusion
      of the ram         splanging headwood
            at the wall
not female, pretending to a delicacy
women want to throw out
ugly, charming, jailkeeper for the prison of the status quo
I
have sacrificed my arm
            to your logic
My
wing in a sling hurts
            and I'm proud
            of its dangle
Broken
it is so much looser than your
            stick up ass
            pucker face
                     watching it hang
                     from a sore tired
                     shoulder
                     wow it's funny
                     what comic timing
                     and
               yeah
      it can dance
I
can dance
the more you shoot at the ground
            the faster my fast feet fling
entertainment
the one activity
you haven't been able
            to drown
so   smooth   in   my   ear
  Â
take the plunge
I
high on the fence
I understand your logic
            so I don't look down
to look down
is to try
            to try is to act
to act
            is to hurt
I don't wanna hurt
            'cept those that deserve hurt
l
 i
 k
  e
       m
          y
           s
            e
              l
                f
            to fall without thinking
your logic
was so full of joy
I would fall into the bosom
of friendship and love
and goodguyness
and become, finally
            a human being
the introduction of armbone
to cementwalk
at a wierd angle
and a high speed
made the point
kinda loudly
that you don't become
a humane bean
you are one
            eminently logical
.
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Love
18.May.08, 00:24 EDT
Love
Love conquers allincluding its participants
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Publish This, Suckers
20.Apr.08, 04:47 EDT
Publish This, Suckers
In the city
   of cats
      and bars
         and hair salons
I am a walking
      stunted
   possibility
and that's why I make you scratch
and the tune of voice is a stinging hand noose
            all the way
            to nowheresville
            stamp the breaks
            before we get THERE
a buzzer, a beeper, a digital alarm
annoying
but I'm worse
I constantly flash a tree stump
and
a wavery outline of a full-grown tree
TIMBER
sure I've got it
resolve
talent
            and the scratch gets worse
possibility
what is possibility
            a target
           Â
a neon megaphone in the trenches
squawking
I'm over here
kill
            over here
not THERE
where
            we stamped the breaks
            before we got
butt
I can shake mine better than
well
better than
            and the scratch gets worse
            entertaining motion
                  is a soothing lotion
and the scratch gets better
only
               so when it really gets worse
         it can really get worse
pain is held
with electronic humor
to a minimum
a balled up little orbiting red light of rage
trapped in a tiny plastic box on the phone
on hold
            and beautiful paintings are made
            next   door
but why I should I be my own blinking reminder that it's time for my appointment with the firing squad
at least let somebody else tell me
and I'm sorry you're not the one
   I am an exclamation point
not a question mark
and maybe I am wrong
maybe         A. is not warmed up Stevens
            without the sex appeal
maybe         G. is not zeroxed Whitman
            without the brains
maybe         C. is not regurgitated Williams
            without the complexity
maybe         all the schools and creeds which I've
            tried to keep in abeyance are not
            gangs and bully bureaucrats
                  but decent wise folk
                  with the bright future
                  of American poetry
                  upmost in their
                  brilliant minds
and
maybe               I don't shake it
                  better than
but you know what            I think I can
In the city
   of cats
      and bars
         and hair salons
            and stunted possibilities
there is also
on the other side of the river rules
            "I hate those sons of bitches"
            my mom says
            "but those sons of bitches win"
            I say
            "what do they win"
            my dad says
            "looks at us. we win."
possibility is an honest thing
only honesty can really get stunted
and I play by
on the other side of the river rules
I am a full-grown tree
majestic even with a few broken branches
and maybe I am wrong
but who's gonna tell me
            a.
            g.
            c.
maybe they're right
            but they're not impartial
               the only body that can tell me I'm wrong
               is me
               and I can do it
               day after day after day
               but that would be
boring.
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Another Another Short Poem
06.Apr.08, 02:45 EDT
Old people
are just
young people
beaten up
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I Always Win
30.Mar.08, 06:47 EDT
Like a weird lament
my garbageman muse
banged his can
farted across a hard wind
this cute phrase:
"I always win."
"I always win."
They come, they go
so lost completely
don't know lost
completely
gone
beaten up
tagging their wail behind 'em
why, why, I say
this senseless slaughter
must it, can't it crease
knee, knee
I am the gunfighter
but the movie will never finish
no lesson I learn do I
no youngster takes a poke
and wings me as I foolishly let him
to proof my humanity
I am a killing machine
Personnel Managers are afraid of me
Fast Food Franchise owners quake at my name
wasps get red in the face and buzz through
their deodorant and suit
they sweat
yes, it is on my record
I make wasps perspire
but but they keep coming
lining up I'LL TAKE HIM ON
tough, eh, ha, I ah, I ah
never knew I was a fly
the swatter in my hand drips their remains of green carcass
I AM AMAZING
Thomas Mann was amazing
in his death
the sad guilty tuberculoses of his character
I always win
James Joyce poeted out
I always win
John Steinbeck said it right
I always win
William Carlos Williams
knew it quaint
I always win
Walt Whitman said it clearest
"look at me scoundrels of structure
without sex you are empty bags
hatred as weak as land is strong
remember the words looping in the wind
I ALWAYS WIN.
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N.D.E.
16.Mar.08, 01:22 EDT
N.D.E.
(on the edge of the forest)
I’m near death
I am a near death experience
death is so near
I can taste it
and what does it taste like?
CHICKEN
the guy on the plane, “Râ€
there is always (fill in:
the blank on the plane)
said the original US
usta live
on the edge of the forest
so
when we’re there
now
on the edge of the forest
we feel somethinc
kinda creepy
I
feel
somethinc
kinda
creepy
talkin’ to the guy on the plane
he has a long long beard
and an engineer’s slow low talk
he’s a good guy
I like him
I forget
why
he told me
we usta live
on the edge of the forest
and how he knew
and why
it mattered
‘cept so
when we’re there
now
on the edge of the forest
we feel somethinc
kinda creepy
like I
feel
somethinc
kinda
creepy
talkin’ to the guy on the plane
he has
small bits of food
in his long long beard
and works in
quality
assurance
I could’ve told him:
girls lie to themselves
boys lie to other people
and the astronauts invented the sexual revolution
and how I knew
and why it mattered
(they couldn’t fuck each other
the army’s against homosexuality
and all that media attention
so they devised an idealized earth land
of sex freely happening
plus of course, Tang)
but I didn’t
one foot in
one foot out
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