apr 25-30

The tradition    I'm working in
as subtle as a ham sandwich
in the ivy    half dead half living
can't remember all the things
    you said
it is 1998 what was her name
Amanda     serving at the gala
hugged & kissed her     who brought her?
The vegetal identity
root mash with something special
just for you
froze his bones for the far future
big-eyed and green, he feared death -
ours, from the fix he was dangling
us in.    haul 'er up
the rope may go, or not
why am I cold
when the protesters are love
and May feels like November?
For reasons unknown the site was untouched
until the backward script bubbled up in a flood
I was your mover, I was not your lover
shove over
gang way gun whale
out of the business for better
lining up at the noodle bar someone familiar
oracular basket
woven glow     pine needles
& black birds perched on gutta-percha
gotta go some time & wing

tired old day says the tree
& the buzz saw indexical
"oh eidetic me" says the pointy finger
it scratches a knee
& the phone falls into the tea
ho hum
stumble bum
He may be your bandit, but he
   didn't call, see?

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grass shadows
crackly speakers
legal matters
copious ice cream

"Opening Day"
post cards in the post
see what'll warsh up?
paint in the pot
out of which spring
flowers
the fans, you think
more sentimental than the pros
who pick their noses &
cough up their balls?

*

The conditions of success were cold & runny
and always hurried, one face to the next
we share a house, it's a mutual benefits society
the thing we don't talk much about
was passed off for fake, it died
on the porch, dried up in the light of
his savage mind

The next day I went up to the monkeys on the mountain

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there is the tower
there are two lights
there is a door, opening

"drips in the bathroom & the vulgar tongue
under the blue treads my wandering one"

soaked in antifreeze
                    will not immolate or embarrass

"I like eating a bunch of hairy livers"
   or groping the angels

fat purple petal bombs
each step to the door to the outside

offerings to the lion     spelled

SHIT    so big you didn't see it

sad & foolish is truly how I feel

clearly deranged & kissing the tree
he shakes his arms for a bit
& goes back to it