Get moving (July 2016)

Don’t trash carnality
the tractor treads the rows
where the bus picks up
is the occasion
no night
if you don’t mind tripping
the dead are in over their heads
my warm moss collar
o mother o matter
yet she read my frustration
the blurred stars
milky mind
wax in the car
melting like tar
on the slow road

hyper vigilant carbon escrow
you won’t get cancer, but statistics
demur in her bathrobe, cocks
a proton gun, her HMD
all wildflowers and gravel
a nest of ants collecting pigments
unknown to nature
it’s a business and a job
looks like a fart salad
parched cartwheels down
skihills prickly in summer
I’d rather drive
someone has to, has done it before

o decorative rock, o traffic barrier
o complex of entertainment & crystal buffet
it doesn’t really get any better, really
how far you have to walk
to the sluices
attitude adjustment
gull’s alchemy

calling wood … hello wood
bush trimming because
elephant thoughts what koko gets
new shows or companionship
2 hours to the mall
no time for shopping
the lying bone, cracked stiff

prison transportation
revision piling on
cream on top
the key to knowing it all
at mayday coordinates
I then came … coughing coughin coffin etc
the field rows glimpsed & light fantastick
& everyone respectable shepherds
& sheep mowing mowing

giant cats in hydro corridors
meowing

Aaron Lillie
is shockingly pretty
he does the leg work
in Barrie
How’d you like an angel for an agent
said the pope

but beauty
is all
around

& thusly other criteria
imperial / catalepsy
fantastical / demonstrably
witholding
of truth
kidnapped & dumpstered
behind the library
NO SAFE SPACE
NO TOPIC UNTAINT

we have many problems

get happy
in a forgetaboutit sort of way
that’s my name too

servile hunchbacks sever haunches
serve lunch
a bunch of bananas crushed under the beer
limping past fruition
one clear hetero back me up
into a wall of punch
it’s the gun that will come
if you reach for it
the one gun
in millions of uniformed
& casual pockets
poking thru venetians & sticking up
for the undersized
underserved & undeserving
who always lose
in a fair fight
if you’re right you don’t need fair
& black is the colour of my true love’s hair
but if you’re right you may be dead
tatoo my skull & shave my head
tell em all
what the video shows
burning but not
reduced

or pretty well ashes
on a ham
poured powder ants
never bother or embitter them
infamy gets along famously
in a suave delicatessen
mold on the impression
forensic dentition
sugar in the ignition
pop pop at bastille day
sweltered & sheltered & shot
& beach sand soaking it up