After three hungry visits, patties & apologies
Rebecca tips. And buys!
She glows with generous mud
I radiate bacon grease
And a cow died for these
But we get along like mormons
always a handshake, evenings, mornings
or nasty traps
under mats
jumping in, gunga-din
Borneo, blue cats
& medieval bleedings

mud love mud love
pud pud puddle
please, no angels or guns in the schools
Frank Bud and Gina watch us sleep (they drool)

*

Mute on the question of suffering
after hours stuffing the meat in manila
Frank Bud and Gina
stick toothpicks in frogs.
The Z-bomb blowing over the cross
dries tiny worms, dead on the wall
it's Fresco, it's thinner than ever
"next year you'll be made into leather"
Frank Bud and Gina pick their teeth with logs.

If you say that they're bad
or just bad at their jobs
Frank Bud and Gina sue you for defamation.

*

Palimpsest of soft mango
the brain - what it doesn't notice some days
and gets called on, it's shocking
the Burmese on my street
protest signs I thought were prayers
till broken bottles

so, now, quiet & tired
voice coach the heckler
spare arrow
some air, I read

to the Dutch we owe orange carrots
Thanks, that's my kind of apple

*

Lonely, so became a leper
offline day, I go out
no work this week, terrible
      and great!
Simple beauty an imagined thing, too bad
Two weeks without food
The telephone rings
"International Eclectics, your bathysphere is here"

On terrible carob hill
a philosophical slimjim trips on a sunbeam
into a rock-n-roll dope party! Then
strangled withdrawal
Frank Bud and Gina squirting sodium pentothal
What are you, the truth fairy? Marry!
"pentothal epithalamium"? Yo, semite me!
Daffy Duck! A Tweety & Sylvester wedding!

*

Hanging out
In the shape of a drooping cable
finite tensile differences
an itchy grandpa with a chainsaw
chopshops the wreckage
other homes passed over
palimpsest of soft mango
"sorry to wake you, but I'm hungry"
"it's alright, I'll call you in ten"
It's eleven. Dust between the strings
the telephone ah-hahs
"you're on your own, paddy-cakes"
hammered strings easternish snicker
apathy due to ubiquitous artificial estrogens
but where's the real thing? I may
ask my doctor to delay my education
another decade, till the medication
kicks in and the loved ones
stop biting

*

Born in a flatbed truck
he hawks loogies all over the sidewalk
I talk! Itchy grandpa socks, where I found it,
I look up, see blue, and count the corners. 1, 2 —
Frank Bud and Gina say WRONG
My red tongue says "I understand", it
lies, but so does everyone.
Suck cinnamon.
Butter stencil the beast with crayon.

*

I look up, see blue & count the corners
Fresh hill, feeling sentimental every day
"Life of honest toil ended by punks" punkt, period
guaranteed real wax miracle
medieval ivories cracked through
bone mass meal density supper
thugee white space city the
throne on which he sits
"head on a plate to the Sultan"
& everybody wins, until
the death crisis
a random walk in a glass
who throws (I've got a Brownian nose)
catches a cold and becomes an innocent bystander
ohm mantis bliss & jiminy francis crick
The experts can't be denied their expertise
Hey I can see my toes on the precipice
of a psychedelic zoom
the red tongue says "I understand"
it lies, but it's
alone, and bored, and in an open room.

*



Care in all things
     blowjobs and bicycles
snow in the overcast living room
sleep of leftover days
a fine shifting haze
     I wonder, I thought
what everyone is doing on a day like today
going to work, you said, and did
a turquoise van the colour of your pin
well, some walk their dogs
too, I followed paws home
     as last night a racoon
sniffed under each porch
like a love-slunk teenager
a Sunday succubus no
it's human relationships
     "food, sleep, and sex"
   the naked graces