An Inconvenient Tooth

These wide open doors at seventeen with windchill
Up on a platform
Crisp sounds of horns and gas engines below
Praises to Frozen Allah!
Three cheers for Iced Jesus Man!
Hear, Hear! for Chilly Buddah!

A diagnosis comes in for more stretching, more heat and more ice.
Save yourself! Bury yourself in snow and drink hot chocolate and stay away from akimbo.

Here, a thermos of coffee...
And, just over there --
a limoncello

Your solid brick chutney
can't stop the vibration
of a full hot charge
five hundred thousand volts of explosive godlengths
Your puny dark-meat bones no match
for a zap from Osiris
You have no words for that
You have no right
to have words
for that

Before little league
Perhaps Karate
and Ballet
and stop using the word CIGARETTE
cylinder of tobacco
is so much more appropriate
and stop making muscles like a fucking goon
You have no facility
No facilities
You have no authority
You've jury rigged an existence
and my life is complicated
My lid is closed
My forest burned
All charred cinders to the beach
washed up
along shore
not even logged
or watery or
able to become dry today
this week
this year
Barren
like so many squirrels
having eaten plastic garbage bags
that have internally become squirrel contraceptive devices
like IUD's or squirrel diaphragms

I don't even care enough
to go back and edit
Better words
exist out there
outside of here
beyond this bubbled skin
skinstacy skintasm skinalism

Not even caring enough
to go back for you
drowned on the beach
not really drowned or logged or watery
but still
there
on the beach
alone
and needing some assistance
with Words
and their placement
I'm paraphrasing but
you said
"GADZOONTITE"
and also "Muskles"
and also "Meat"
as in 'things that are good for you'
as in
things you know
and all that other stuff
like massacre
rain dance
and Babaloo
--
3.6.12

Dude, I Loathe My Scarf

More than the heat, I think
That Rockefeller ice skating rink...
Bored with this season's cold
A mild winter, or so I'm told
I cannot remember
Year to year, the wash of December
By February one
I am far removed and mostly done
Ready to move away
Where something different can rule my day
Besides paying the bills
What else is there when fraught with the chills?
Another day to think
Summer breezes, lazy love and drink
--
3.5.12

Too Big To Keep Inside

Not in a long while
Freshly painted courts
A few new cracks in that which divides
Branches without leaves

Using terms like Hills, Gardens, Manor
None of which are all that true
An homage is what they are
Which leaves today kind of flat

Passing over highway
Is aways fun
Passing people coming from back doors
On their way to somewhere
In assumed privacy

Laborers in orange vests
Slowly hacking away
Trimming back shrubs
Uprooting dead vine stumps
Just outside the darkness of tunnel
A lot of one-by's stacked like sticks
Rails tied in hold for replacement
Cables rated for tonnage
Shackles too big for hands
Rail wheels lined up for inspection

Not to be missed
Usually unseen
Upkeep
Work not underground
Or a box in the sky
A windowless world
That also prefers to be
Without walls
--
3.2.12

Trending

Silken sand trap
Deep rosacea sunset
Leaping with arms in a "T" and legs bent at knee
Milky camera diffuser
Portly extroverts supermanning
Progressive interlacing shot sequence tequila handstand easement
Planetarium concert tribute
Stroll catalog entirety
Balance beam face crease sidewinder hand flash peace
Costume party parody
Pumpkin speck anchovy
Public service double tall fix gear luxury cloud catch all
Kitty viddie bully weather
Baby table diaper dance
Click through page refresh open tab disaster sesh
--
3.1.12

Big Boy Jacket

matches razor bumps
and spiky crop

shiny shoes
and big boy socks

some hair product
escaped onto your shoulder
but that's ok
you're doing big boy work

folded newspaper
and thin metal frames

pinstripes
and shiny silk bits

you left your coffee
on the floor of the train
but do not fear
another big boy will come by to clean it up for you

button flap
and single stitch seam

hand warming pockets
and a once white hanky

all ready for a big day
filled with big ideas
and big moving gears
big things for a big boy
--
2.29.12

Today

Today
I want to write poetry
like I want to chew my own arm off

There is nothing making me
write
poetry

You might even argue
Poetry
is nowhere to be found
and certainly not what I am writing

But in the spaces between words

and sentences

you can feel
the

weight
and tension

At least I can

and whom am I writing this for anyway?

If not the you in my head and whom I want you to be for my poem

Today
you are cynical and postured over a desk
With your arms at your chin
Glasses on the edge of your nose
Beaty brown eyes and an inquisitive expression on your face
As if to say
"how much do you need me to believe this poetry?"
Because it isn't
Or so you've said
with other expressions
that clearly say

Get back to work!
You are slowing the gears of production!
Even poetry says so, you fool!
Stand down!

And so
I get off a train
And meander up a flight of stairs
In hopes of finding
Something worth writing
But will probably just head to work
--
2.28.12

Spindle Twigs

Spindle twigs
Had shmear knife plastic
Dreamt Chinese bacon cartoons
Grew Calypso forest
Suggests eyes to go sweet
Leapt from pages digest dungeon
To convince wheel barrow Nancy
Closed casket
Is couch for arms
Gorilla for mirrors
Doesn't like dirty underground cross
Dirty water Jesus
Spends deep moments at Bed, Bath & Beyond
It's miraculous they have just what needs
Polio nylon breath
Astute lemon socks
Don't draw evolutionary attention
Peel back centipede tooth hole
Remind DVR to be having your shizzle
Maybe high school Molly
Daughter to Spindle twigs
Reverses lemon foot
Syncopates breathing to include:
Ham hocks
Collards
Lasagna
Pivots crayon plot
On Temple Emanuel
Until Reb caught smoking cocaine
Journeys to fluffy jello dorm
Respects private insomnia pathos
Flies home on Tuesday
Packs dog in crate
Figures on dusting
Mud floor flip cup
Beer pong jersey burns
Learns lakes have fires
Feels Anchorage ginger blossom
Leases a hybrid
Apposing Volvo snatch
Barking at two ton matchstick balance
(lives inside maribou trimmed keepsake)
Settles for small speak
Eyes-go-sweet loses everything
But can watch TV from there
Can watch TV from anywhere
Power balls and scratchy ticket
Don't hesitate to call a spade a shovel
It's a fucking shovel
Be good
Call when you can
Everything changes minutely
Dirty water Allah
Underground Buddah
--
2.27.12