to housewives
anywhere (it doesn't have to be The Midwest)
on
webcam
who'd pull down
the shoulders
of a dress
and squeeze
and pinch
their nipples
their tits
not
for
unappreciative
asleep
spouses
on
a shitty
couch in the background
mole
above
mustache
and
the dust
particles
floating
around
in the light
as they
are sucked
into
the
nostrils
and what's risen (the chest)
falls
but I can't see
what's expelled
warm
display
brought to you
courtesy
of the open blinds
where outside
a swing-set
plays
part
in
an imagined
bondage
scene (with the woman & the man)
You
happen to have
this
cassette
tape
of
songs dedicated
to whores
&
patriotic
country
hits
And
out the window
behind
both of them
past the
swing-set
past the
fantasy
these
grain silos,
plains,
& highway
sit
blue
world
cumulus
jarringly
unsystematic
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
possum maker
Red sclera
cough sick
fleam
phlegm
On his kitchen chair
by the cabinet drawer
storing
dead batteries
bent nickels
and
twine
The Radio
Dirige, Domine, Deus meus,
in conspectu tuo viam meam
Cold Old Milwaukee
spirits, spirit
goes limp in hand
during the following
sober years
Remembering how
as a boy
he had once
almost drowned
when a car he was in
went off a bridge
into the river
Trampy Cornelius
he learned to fear water
he took to drinking
Each New Year afraid
of the change
crying under the table
Gave up his teen years
to tend to his elderly
grandmother
He escaped through
DRINK
He'd become
RAVENOUS
In the manhunt
AM Streets
of the Mill Village
Fleeing
lockup
behind
Furniture
Stores
&
Grocers
that don't operate
any longer
the shadow
of his
father
loomed
over his heart
like almond eyes
and
a trembling lip
the nest
and
then
the lair
digging shallow graves
for his
yard dogs
in the rising water table
of a saturated earth
cough sick
fleam
phlegm
On his kitchen chair
by the cabinet drawer
storing
dead batteries
bent nickels
and
twine
The Radio
Dirige, Domine, Deus meus,
in conspectu tuo viam meam
Cold Old Milwaukee
spirits, spirit
goes limp in hand
during the following
sober years
Remembering how
as a boy
he had once
almost drowned
when a car he was in
went off a bridge
into the river
Trampy Cornelius
he learned to fear water
he took to drinking
Each New Year afraid
of the change
crying under the table
Gave up his teen years
to tend to his elderly
grandmother
He escaped through
DRINK
He'd become
RAVENOUS
In the manhunt
AM Streets
of the Mill Village
Fleeing
lockup
behind
Furniture
Stores
&
Grocers
that don't operate
any longer
the shadow
of his
father
loomed
over his heart
like almond eyes
and
a trembling lip
the nest
and
then
the lair
digging shallow graves
for his
yard dogs
in the rising water table
of a saturated earth
Saturday, January 30, 2010
lucky teeth
I
of
rabble
with
a
matchbook
to
furnace
flowers
new times
&
old times
betwixt and between
scalded
in
a
mire
duck
the
flurry
withstand
the
tirade
of
rabble
with
a
matchbook
to
furnace
flowers
new times
&
old times
betwixt and between
scalded
in
a
mire
duck
the
flurry
withstand
the
tirade
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Birdy Peppers
Birdy Peppers
raided the Summer gardens
in the fields behind
oak street
She was over 90 years old
when I met her
overdressed in the sweltering heat
I strangely wanted her
to remove the toboggans
she eternally wore
So I could touch the sanctity
of her cold damp hands
when she wiped the sweat
from the remaining swirl of hair
around her soaked head
Her chuckles were sweetness
sweetness that I now recall
when we kids would
pop cap guns and murder
each other
falling deafly musical
at her feet
She lived in a hoarder's paradise
of big stones
and baby dolls
and a whole chicken with
beak, feet, and feathers
stuffed in a clear mason jar
She was our
captivating eccentric
street rebel queen
until our parents
had enough
and convinced her
children to have her put away
the last straw coming
when she crawled into
the back of this flatbed giant truck
to go through assorted junk
from the gray concrete abandoned building
that we blinded it's glass dark eyes
with rocks
because we couldn't climb up high enough
to see what was behind them
raided the Summer gardens
in the fields behind
oak street
She was over 90 years old
when I met her
overdressed in the sweltering heat
I strangely wanted her
to remove the toboggans
she eternally wore
So I could touch the sanctity
of her cold damp hands
when she wiped the sweat
from the remaining swirl of hair
around her soaked head
Her chuckles were sweetness
sweetness that I now recall
when we kids would
pop cap guns and murder
each other
falling deafly musical
at her feet
She lived in a hoarder's paradise
of big stones
and baby dolls
and a whole chicken with
beak, feet, and feathers
stuffed in a clear mason jar
She was our
captivating eccentric
street rebel queen
until our parents
had enough
and convinced her
children to have her put away
the last straw coming
when she crawled into
the back of this flatbed giant truck
to go through assorted junk
from the gray concrete abandoned building
that we blinded it's glass dark eyes
with rocks
because we couldn't climb up high enough
to see what was behind them
Saturday, January 23, 2010
last night
I came to
frustrated
I couldn't use
my powers of
telekinesis
Looked drearily up
at the maritime maps
on my ceiling
as a thunder cloud
belched down at the tin roof
I stumbled with
monkey foot fingers
reaching for my boot laces
underneath the bed
as the oscillating fan
revealed hieroglyphics
the color of red
Diamond heroes
grew all tingly
no longer motionless
they had already
nailed a perfect performance
in dress rehearsal
and were ready
for the somnambulist
to delicately
shave the stubble
from the golden
legs of the maiden
always just out of reach
A lion yawned
while a robin
looked curiously
out of
the lion's mouth
at me
Rustling satin
domicile city dalmatian
spotted of a consistency
transparently thin
frustrated
I couldn't use
my powers of
telekinesis
Looked drearily up
at the maritime maps
on my ceiling
as a thunder cloud
belched down at the tin roof
I stumbled with
monkey foot fingers
reaching for my boot laces
underneath the bed
as the oscillating fan
revealed hieroglyphics
the color of red
Diamond heroes
grew all tingly
no longer motionless
they had already
nailed a perfect performance
in dress rehearsal
and were ready
for the somnambulist
to delicately
shave the stubble
from the golden
legs of the maiden
always just out of reach
A lion yawned
while a robin
looked curiously
out of
the lion's mouth
at me
Rustling satin
domicile city dalmatian
spotted of a consistency
transparently thin
Emblematic
Timothy had broken into the fancy hotel
to take the junior mints
off the guests' pillows
they tracked him down
with a searchlight
shining off the brim
of his hat
he was a common woodlouse
mistaken for debonair
overturned in the grass
of the fast asleep
bored with each other
young couple's backyard
a victim of a
flying body tackle
he'll never make it to
the Jerusalem Cricket concert now
to take the junior mints
off the guests' pillows
they tracked him down
with a searchlight
shining off the brim
of his hat
he was a common woodlouse
mistaken for debonair
overturned in the grass
of the fast asleep
bored with each other
young couple's backyard
a victim of a
flying body tackle
he'll never make it to
the Jerusalem Cricket concert now
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