Monday, July 13, 2009

Donut Duty


Pineapple shell
of rum in coconut
the realizer
pocked with visage
by looking term
and fed through
the drunk.
.
Out in the outer spy
city, the camels hitched
outside the donut
emporium
mellowed in the
cold night air.
.
The herd were
on at sun's cruel rise
spy city does
well for its climate and
fluctuations of
populations.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sal

.
Paradise gave up
the road and speed
was the infernal obvious
.
the wood was quiet
and his pup knew
the real gift of
mindfulness
.
Bird and Dizz
tossed out bullets of the
new jargon.
.
it's in the blood, an energy
untamed wild out of the
night of jazz and highs
freeloading the road's
infernal beat hero
to lash to the woesome eye
and banging freight cars,
the year to Dean's smoke
like spirit trails in the moon of
Han Shan's Cold Mountain blues

Saturday, July 11, 2009

"Johnny's"


Influence puller
drag the reed across
the causal flame.
.
Flim flam
artist scratch lines
on the harvester
bridge.
.
The tuck necessary
to function
stayed hidden.
.
It was cheating
when the bar was crowded
.
And the "Three Notes"
were the last band.
.
One guy was
even called Ringo

Friday, July 10, 2009

Warm Bench


Well it's been a long time
I must humbly apologise.
how are you?

Cone to the spheres of the dunce nebula
is there a stitch on the Raven bones
con of throes, fly by recognizance

hum of woooden pieces
the truck lands in its pile

outside the bangles plummet like comets
the jury west was pulling frost July 9

heat of the shine could you ever dull
riotous thrush, calm before dawn
she is the apple past your eye.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

not much ado

Half stunned with all cheers and threat
you wrap the continent contently.
old forests corrode LSD remains.
and the walls to your voice subtley
crack in hairs and fissures.

a cold visit to a wine shop full
but all the bottles are empty.
.I see you again in the flowers
and foam, freelancing acrobatics
and your universe is gold and clean

the tether balloons in macro evidences

;

business affairs creep into the nights
and fold origamies of failing heart
trying to kiss from a rose as swift
lines fall from the graphics drugged

the psych change of mental rindes
juicy colesterol wickets drip oils and
grease into politics of boredom
while treating the hour as a fried small
fish, not much ado, "who was that?!"

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Secrets


Fury night
Sirens louder through
the wind.
.
Whispers of
the grand secret,
just a mistrust.
The falconer
and his dangerous
servant.
.
The clove chokes
the plucked
announcement,
the wide sort is here
to take over.
.
Deluxe

Monday, July 6, 2009

Moondust


civilization moon?
how the interpreter's eyes shine,
exclipital space craft?