sooey sooey
oh baby
I’m sooey-cidal
yeah, yeah, yeah
--bigga chicken & cornbread interpret
P's are first for larceny around here.
Separated from its sign, no doubt
dropped due to negligence
by one a them
Parnells.
dumbest pack of
snot-faced aimlessness
you ever seen in your life.
uncouth,
marauders.
And them serpent skin pants?
on the road home
carcassed heavily with doe which
I roll into the canyon,
without hesitation,
The routine impulse was to wipe my bloody hands
on my pants. But
I wasn’t wearing pants.
Just the fur. Two firsts!
and what a story.
she sympathized.
her head
a musty storage shed
of mosquito size
ideas.
he acted.
a chameleon who liked mosquitoes.
they both read well at the auditions for Hoarders.
I love you
I can't stand to see you like this
it's embarrassing
and we’re back.
are we back?
this thing on?
tap tap tap
Prepare
to get your face torn off
by this blistering rendition of Little Stevie Wonder’s
Living in the City:
Ladies and Gentlemen--
The Dirtbombs,
Right here at the only place for Rock N Roll
on your telescreen dial
Q-FM 96.7 WCMJ
Oceania, Eurasia, East Asia
and (there is no beyond)
outside after,
my mind’s rings
in waves
as wind
conveys
water
drop's
poly-rhythm
plink on October tin
remaining anxiety
jacked thru in newsfeed-ese, dissipating
in the sunlight,
fractured Arabic glyphs splash
through trees
abstract to me.
licks of autumn barely
hint the relentless precipitation
to come.
first
winter
drifts halfway up the door.
After TV, tunnel to the Winnebago
while the old man snores off
a hot shot to St. Louis
the songs of the Kingsmen
no, like i can visualize my goal,
just in the dream she was called Eduardo.
pearl snap buttons sound different
than zippers in dryers of all
stripes. the dog
licks her leg every night
at 10:32
no, like i can visualize my goal,
just in the dream she was called Eduardo.
pearl snap buttons sound different
than zippers in dryers of all
stripes. the dog
licks her leg every night
at 10:32
neuro-chemical
flames kindled Tuesdays at Toni Price.
seas.
atoms,
vital to
women, whales, and elephants
primary proteins infused.
harboring a criminal in her
placenta
sluggish flies in July
easy catch
but the Even-Flo
winged at my head
due to some combination of me
and you and it
scab on her kneecap,
diamond studded nipples,
spider leg streaks on her thighs
harp strings flourish:
Introducing!
(it’s alive)
a feeble minded
skeletal
product of attraction/contraction
pork chops
sweet potato
greens
maybe bake something
huffing up Wilson River Road
renaming anxiety in Cantonese,
I find a plastic C missing its marquee
Chicken-Christ-Coca-Cola?
absent a sign
I’m off topic off point off message
I find the letter P on the train tracks.
Vanna gone turn me out, I sing cuz
I’m special
(special)
so special
(special)
I gotta have
some of your
attention
give it to me
seas.
atoms,
vital to
women, whales, and elephants
primary proteins infused.
harboring a criminal in her
placenta
sluggish flies in July
easy catch
but the Even-Flo
winged at my head
due to some combination of me
and you and it
scab on her kneecap,
diamond studded nipples,
spider leg streaks on her thighs
harp strings flourish:
Introducing!
(it’s alive)
a feeble minded
skeletal
product of attraction/contraction
pork chops
sweet potato
greens
maybe bake something
huffing up Wilson River Road
renaming anxiety in Cantonese,
I find a plastic C missing its marquee
Chicken-Christ-Coca-Cola?
absent a sign
I’m off topic off point off message
I find the letter P on the train tracks.
Vanna gone turn me out, I sing cuz
I’m special
(special)
so special
(special)
I gotta have
some of your
attention
give it to me
P's are first for larceny around here.
Separated from its sign, no doubt
dropped due to negligence
by one a them
Parnells.
dumbest pack of
snot-faced aimlessness
you ever seen in your life.
uncouth,
marauders.
And them serpent skin pants?
on the road home
carcassed heavily with doe which
I roll into the canyon,
without hesitation,
The routine impulse was to wipe my bloody hands
on my pants. But
I wasn’t wearing pants.
Just the fur. Two firsts!
and what a story.
she sympathized.
her head
a musty storage shed
of mosquito size
ideas.
he acted.
a chameleon who liked mosquitoes.
they both read well at the auditions for Hoarders.
I love you
I can't stand to see you like this
it's embarrassing
and we’re back.
are we back?
this thing on?
tap tap tap
Prepare
to get your face torn off
by this blistering rendition of Little Stevie Wonder’s
Living in the City:
Ladies and Gentlemen--
The Dirtbombs,
Right here at the only place for Rock N Roll
on your telescreen dial
Q-FM 96.7 WCMJ
Oceania, Eurasia, East Asia
and (there is no beyond)
outside after,
my mind’s rings
in waves
as wind
conveys
water
drop's
poly-rhythm
plink on October tin
remaining anxiety
jacked thru in newsfeed-ese, dissipating
in the sunlight,
fractured Arabic glyphs splash
through trees
abstract to me.
licks of autumn barely
hint the relentless precipitation
to come.
first
winter
drifts halfway up the door.
After TV, tunnel to the Winnebago
while the old man snores off
a hot shot to St. Louis
