Sam Kaufman | uhwuhna at gmail dot com | also at cogito zero sum

Friday, January 11, 2008

Jan8-11

1.

country style
when it's cold, you're early &
no money

"wherever you are,
I know that the honda goes on"

the rain drips
in the aftermath of the neural excitation

reeking of the candle-light
I read & write    by which
  in a bar
ghost cards in the mail
    & six milky lamps
like jaundiced udders
         hang in the window,
wetting the streetcar tracks
      sip some wax
kickboxing billboards will tear us apart
   & what will tuck us in

in the time it takes to recognize me
I've put on my yellow-x vest

the lascivious vixens are out tonight
     fixing to walk & talk about it
shucks, that oyster

banshee guns
rolling bronco
cheesegrater train
drum patty
sly walkby

a thunder donor

2.


spiralling outward
the rate matters
"how many seconds before you get your gun?"
"I leaped on his back, and"
hand in hand they fire
the box he drags behind him through the hooved-up street
in the curtains he sees animals & flowers
The winner of the hammer throw:
       Thor, son of Odin
counting skulls
Tweedle-dee tweedlee-dee Stan Lee
"like, a cumshot in 3D!"
the lightning-lysed amoeba, the spitball galaxy

& Now I think of Lichtenstein
for halftone complexions
less sugar, more cruciferous greens

sacerdotal bloating
lookit frocks fly
under cap'n-trade
paid to abstain
in those sad sacky beds

the brain when strained
cries lamely at the rain

3.

and she says that she must sleep
without adornments
greases my unease with her lips
and sends me biking

*

next day

*

A bear in my bed, she says "relax"
Someone there is that knows cruelty
Now give me a tuna-fish, "C", for sandwich
Bold stucco complexion
Bestowed on your sons
Waiters & doormen & one I knew
was a particle physicist
dropped his articles
"give me tune-fish sandwich"
& said please if you asked him nicely
He deserved better

The bear assumes the defensive posture
   & snores, it's sweet
Arms over the sensitive face
to bat away the book

But this isn't abuse
it's honey, salmon, teeth
   the twitching derision of
"close to you"


4.


Work stinks! Grumpy
   and annoyed
Where are the voluptuous mothers
Where is the check

Spew uptown twice weekly

missing from the model
faith in life & how you like it

blow it out your smokegun rectitude, Dr. Brain

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