Wednesday, December 31, 2014




                    ..the hound is cold, the wind is hard, the train wanting in the wood

Thursday, December 18, 2014

moon-viewing

  

                            &
                              with
                                 elevators
                            &
                               pants
                            &
                               more
                                 pants
                            &
                               a
                                 lot
                                   more
                                      howling

Sunday, December 7, 2014

lovely suit


                                                                                                       
                                                                                                          
                                   
                                                                                                           



Zenith gives him a plate with the sandwich
 and crosses her arms four inches above her waist.
As he tells her a story* the thumb and
 forefinger** of her left hand rise and
  clasp*** the right lapel of her suit.****    
Azulejo begs for sex  ,,,


a tissue of lies!!
      ** just the thumb and forefinger
   *** clasp and squeeze
**** space; type: leisure


Tuesday, November 25, 2014


          the falling away   wakes the posse       brian zimmer

Friday, November 7, 2014


          I am a compartment swelled

    open                                          opened more 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014



                                                                     
                                  red
                                                                     rain for
                                                                                                                 no reason
                                                               I am 
                                                                            Just,
                                                                    pronounced
                                                                          y-o-o-s-t

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

vibracionista

  

we listen for
 women
  in the nets

Saturday, October 18, 2014



    in summer grass is
     a small child is
       a small tube of
         soft snow

Friday, October 17, 2014



        plowman and scarecrow,  what separates our lips?

Wednesday, October 15, 2014



                                                                                 an orange pool, a glove,
                                                                                         So and So-go,
                                                                                      girls and apricots
  

     some violets by the sea over panicking

Sunday, October 12, 2014




     the softer green of it,   marsh grass in the mirror

Saturday, October 11, 2014

 


                           peeling from the phenomenal world
                                _____-----_____-----_____
                                 _____       _____      _____
                                   _____       _____      _____
                                     _____       _____      _____
                                       _____       _____      _____
                                         _____       _____      _____
                                          _____----- _____-----_____
                                          _____        _____      _____
                                          _____        _____      _____
                                         _____        _____      _____
                                        _____        _____      _____
                                       _____        _____      _____
                                      _____-----  _____-----_____
                                     _____        _____      _____
                                    _____        _____      _____
                                   _____        _____      _____
                                  _____        _____      _____
                                 _____        _____      _____
                                _____-----  _____----- _____
                               _____         _____      _____
                              _____         _____      _____
                             _____         _____      _____
                            _____         _____      _____
                           _____         _____      _____
                          _____-----   _____-----_____
                         _____         _____       _____
                        _____         _____       _____
                       _____         _____       _____
                      _____         _____       _____
                     _____         _____       _____
                    _____-----   _____----- _____
                   _____         _____        _____
                  ____           ____          ____
                 ____           ____          ____
                ____           ____          ____
               ___             ___            ___
              ___             ___            ___
             ___             ___            ___
            __               __              __
           __               __              __
          __               __              __
         __               __              __
        _                 _                _
       _                 _                _
      _                 _                _
     _                 _                _
    _                 _                _
   _                 _                _
  _                 _                _
 _                 _                _
   the hand of the last bit
                         

Tuesday, October 7, 2014



  dust is a long time  //
    I submit to every
      growl and coarse lick  //

Friday, October 3, 2014

BLOWER MOTOR #4



                       mad with rust  //  camellias in bloom!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


                                               
                                 my shape falling
                                                                         
 into a
                                                                            termite-mound

Saturday, September 27, 2014


                                                             da da da da
                                                             
                                                                  dark dark

                                                               and the fireflies

Friday, September 12, 2014



blue limbs your
 birds a
  scarecrow flapping

Saturday, September 6, 2014


wind and snow
  late travellers
    white as love

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

soss



s t r u g g l e s                   s t r u c t u r e s                 . . . _ _ _ . . .
 t__________t                   t                  t                   . . . _ _ _ . . .
  r__________r                   r               r                    . . . _ _ _ . . .
   u__________u                   u           u                     . . . _ _ _ . . .
     g__________g                   c        c                      . . . _ _ _ . . .           
        g_________ g                   t      t                       
          l__________l                   u   u                           
            e_________e                  r   r                            
               s________ s                e   e                     
                                                  s  s                

Friday, August 29, 2014


a good drying day  \\ \\      for fish in the wind

Thursday, August 28, 2014


  my zen 
 the bird 
  that bird 
   another
cat food

Saturday, August 23, 2014


about the windiness    screws loosen
               
                                  

Thursday, July 31, 2014



                                                           one wing
                                 then that
other wing

Thursday, July 24, 2014



wer werums] there is no talking
 wer werums werums]

Saturday, July 19, 2014



shape a place for gardens,
 extend the long road,

for blind, graceful persons

            are approaching
  

Friday, July 18, 2014

     that a buddha  //  grass-green light on her  //
   is pushed by winds       pushed into an ocean

Saturday, July 12, 2014

step 2


4)  steep its softest parts in a thick soured fog

?)  strain

5)  sigh*

1)  memorize

&  repeat 


*  expect birds

Friday, July 11, 2014



blue of eye    not
the blue of     life

  

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


the swinging gate  //    a young red wind             in the wings  

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


a man ex          od    
                  pl            ed
 on the stairs
              t___t
               a___a
                 i___ i
                  r___ r
                   s___ s
want to watch the video
  [hullo?]
    don't forget remote control
      dig a foxhole
         do the arithmetic
    see the black hole

           up
run it         a fucking flagpole

Friday, June 27, 2014

mm



on the face a mask in the head a mouth a moth mollusk marlene mountain


Thursday, June 19, 2014


how willowy the advice
"   "  docile i
"   "  unsettling the wind     

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

it's a feedback looptheblindowl gliding through your heart

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

what are fingers  //  mine have flown

Monday, June 16, 2014

you're annoying


is life as good as a story?
if tinged with the sardonic
powers of a comedian,
whose force of heredity
caused success in burlesque.

now the whole of the second act
is foaming at the mouth;
"leave something over for taxes!
receive a five-by-eight inch negative!"
a contortionist and a trapeze performer,
a bitter enough fate,
but with the methods and means 
they have just left New York for Paradise.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014


    ((cou(gh)ed birds)while awakening
      
        

Saturday, May 31, 2014

_d_a_d_a_

                             

                                       S.P.A.C.E.S.H.I.P.  18XPPIE divided by 3 

                                                    dadas on board
                                               serving cocoa and buns 


Friday, May 16, 2014

__________


_________* be beautiful be
wanted be part of a part of an
orange integer up those blink-
ing sucking things you ___-
_____** call your Easy-Every-
day Machine***


* earthlings
**assholes
*** not to be confused with the Easy-Bake Oven

Monday, May 12, 2014



  the young green in new
     white shoots

Friday, May 9, 2014

au jus


an asterisk *
apostrophe '
and dot .
au jus

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

2commas

t
h
e
m,
l  o  s  t
o          h
s           e
t  h  e  m,
t
h
e
m

Wednesday, April 30, 2014


    it's a very very average prison  //
  horrible looking things machines //
lit yellow-greens obeying  the
                        'code of bees'  //
                             
  

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


only this chilled fog
                             for a room]
 only the knocking
                              of tin boats]
 

Saturday, April 26, 2014

I'll fall between your legs and love
 and love you........you
  create the snow-blindness
 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I am a machine.
 I smell your purple brush.
  I am bereaved.

Friday, April 18, 2014


it smells evening's oils,
  the dots and dashes of
        a soft
                 blue horse...
 





                                  

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


I know what waves are for
 these are waves at war.
I am a blinking yellow coil
 in the ship's machinery.
I know about machines
 they memorize and spit
                                         out themes.

Monday, April 14, 2014


       in such a way
   ten thousand sand eels
turn about

Friday, April 11, 2014


\\  someone left the gate open  //
           a little horse flew
       wildest urgent creature
\\ between the vault of my ribs //
 

Thursday, April 10, 2014


conspikuous phingering

  the root symptom
                                     I am not free!
  of fragmentalism
                                      I am not free!
  the opposition of
   wide green leaves
     and white-washed walls

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Give me a tool,
Tell me about the land,
What will happen...
And, please, comfort me.

Carolina Wren
waking up
the tea kettle

Saturday, April 5, 2014

SnarZ


       but art is in jail

yes, but a man is tripping on
  his wife's can of peaches

      it's a thicket, Marilyn

Friday, April 4, 2014



the purse is a wild orange.
there are spinal taps and
battles in the mountains.
an organism approaches the
drying of stone cranes. 

Saturday, March 29, 2014






I am shaking and
from a homeless wave
and from dissolving
                                in my orange suit


[  a mountain's overcast nature cannot be your face  ]

Thursday, March 27, 2014


the way is still 7/8 my shadow in a peach basket

Tuesday, March 25, 2014



        haijin cripple yourselves
   flatter pretend not the real thing

[_______this is artificial_______]
    [_____________________]
  [_______________________]
  
                    







Monday, March 24, 2014


wave upon wave  //  crow after crow

Friday, March 21, 2014

.[enough].



.[enough] of this,
and with one good eye
on the baby [enough].

Thursday, March 20, 2014



in one cricket
the sound is weary

Wednesday, March 19, 2014



(your neck a game for tongues
[as props in a play] your mouth
becoming filled with melons).

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

the wheat-cutters




of light preceding comprehension
  these crows and wheat-cutters
    are alike

Saturday, March 15, 2014



now //  sodden night rain  //  the men

Thursday, March 13, 2014

New And Exciting Rules On The Bus!

These are the smells of this and the next revolution.
   Control diet and sex.
Virtual hounds run down homicidal tendencies.
  
   For right and justice!
Our thanks to the membership [required].
   Every day the same! Act the part!

Embrace the aggravation!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014



and so approached
 two eyes
       at the cake-shop window
always orange
           always hungry

Tuesday, March 11, 2014



that you're in black
flower and scaly
while I'm paleness
blinking in the dark
enough enough for us

Friday, March 7, 2014

   


the boy who ran
away plums in his pockets
wanted a girl beneath the waves

Thursday, March 6, 2014

in an alter-world

these are your hands
     threading fireflies
at a silent pace
     in an alter-world
where blind replaces
     light thank you
for your hands
     in times like this


(for Ronald Baatz)
 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Adaptation.



P.P.P.S.  Smaller. Stronger. Smarter.  Likely to take to the trees.

Saturday, March 1, 2014


until a tree pruned is  //  bent against this //  green ocean resembles you

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


(ask the girl
whose river
narrows to a waist
what the pear has done,
a wet, flushed face).








Wednesday, February 5, 2014





ah
the butterfly
not an actor









so afraid of obsoleteness
the wild ass and, oh, the honeybee