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I LOVE LEMON

just because

you are on earth

don’t believe

you have


good pants

20 tea bags

new art dreams

Moonraker

and

kitten food



which is not really silence



evaporation


sediment




this all ends in error




I am the one with the missing finial

and cooked Spanish makes my teeth feel funny


make no mistake



Danae never says anything in the story




and nail guns can always be made

into a joke



I dreamed there were cars in the parking lot

and birds watching the river



it was possible




the glove, Gary, the glove

gourami

i love cigarettes

w/ Buck Downs, Rod Smith, Kevin Thurston


the orange of trash
get offended if you call it a joke
and mark it on the cuff
laisse une chance

Sunday nights & French disco
suppose a Viking funeral
legal as we like it
was rotary recent’s new, a moo—

my book my book my booooooook—what about my book then?
(I wanna turn yer lights off & go crazy in yer bathroom)
but without Maybonne I can’t go on
about the “lace,” or “lights” like, uh…

the mediated meditated something like a paw pawing
just what the hell is going on here!?!
ricochets the sanatorium
riley, all monkey-headed, rootin!

rootin’ &a tootin’, leapin’ &a lopin’, medicated
roofies & a tale, leave an apple loop… memories
serious crunckle in the catch basin
leaves out the klue

gummi bears at night

salp

ocean you are not singular
vials filled up to the deep jets
of clear gelatin making
waste propulsion and carbon

vertical fruit flavored migration
and jewel-like remembering that
night September is coming soon

he got small bottle of frequent motif
sugar free in gummy bear fantasies
scant of clothing proceeding
back up to the surface dark night

back up to the surface dark night
scant of clothing proceeding
sugar free in gummy bear fantasies
he got a small bottle of frequent motif

night September is coming soon
and jewel-like remembering that
vertical fruit flavored migration

waste propulsion and carbon
of clear gelatin making
vials filled up to the deep jets

ocean you are not singular

vanity

“I Fucked a Dense Torte" on Your Birthday

for Cathy

in lieu of cakes the as betwixt should have
and must have would have birthday’d his your her
his your astride their their a naked had
dense torted of or vanity return

of water them and chocolate might within
when grassy decadent reflection waits
her his fuck or his her mirror begin
as Echo might of such Narcissus ache

of cakes betwixt the as should have astride
your Leiriope echo naked dare
we not could have her been echo replied
her his its where must have another where

instead its echo this is just to say
your echo echo flourless renamed

Ys

the new decay

tulip stood field demented purple low
guitars in deeper

post-Taco Bell Jesus movements that pelt
the new decay with olives

on account of a water view or city
view it’s too damn cold

tulip stood tall with flat cube painted lips
of calculator

orbit of our eyebrow mitten storm now
famous zero toward

dialup in place of television [ ] cars
or indeed [ ] people

we are more guns now [ ] softly bruised [ ] Lorne Greene
is always in charge

+

1953

it's tempting to think of

machines that orchestrate

ooze invoked a food mill

for down on the trash farm

primordial stew cartoons

nutrition facts

blue mylar

when I was you among horses

white paper bird of the formica


panicked grass of flashlights

non-animal-head armrests


dreams of the mylar forest

of the condensation ants


far from the love of naughahide

cushions wall-to-wall glorious

it's a small world after all

job

your mouth studio

my green

coming from


you do not

belong in your own

past like


grazing on

popcorn cheap

encyclopedias


when you look

in the mirror there is

blood


with incongruous

muddy boots

in deep air


pollution apple

pie wild horses

in laminate


vinyl

laminate

blue period

blue field

spend my time now
and defrosting pantyhose
for the corpulent

madder
it's also the third
moving quickly tiny bright

stimulated light Texas
another shot simulation
jets peppering

it really is a blue field!

dots along the thick
stubble bunch block
for the multiple squiggly lines

simple to somewhat
branched basal and stem
leaves navy mountain

O erect annual!
phenomenon indicating
study group

a boy walks through
like walking
buoyed by sky and

the earth of the stones

made in u.s.a

other people’s other peoples’ dreams

keep horses in shag carpet
by putting words on top
of only ghost white panties
with predicted & fleetingly

there are many kinds of bears
on the balcony in a flower pot
on the shelf mourning doves
nesting narrow twigs and

you can see up Gardenia's
dress & she is wearing white
monsters and every sentence
has a number nearby and

it is red and I can see how
you must hate sealed roads
like gaining the mystical
painters always adding

you will know mister blue
that I am a not penguin by
my glitter and you can make
a light soup out of them

a broken wing a mourning
dove will pretend he sent her
away and then she had to
have a golden apple from

that beaming island shrine
created street has the light
of broken windshield glass
punched and circus-shaped

air

red aura

caution girls on the hills oh
what a list not silent monsters
but it is red I can see last week’s
shiny flattened Arizona Tea was
on the other side of the street
putting words on movement of
litter in the city that departure
presented stars in lavish shadow
unscrambled unlike her other scars
how clear it was that point of you
can see the same pale cobalt always
without veins oxygen air doesn't fit
everything else is beginning and regal
outside sun bring my arm to my face
most of us don’t know much without
light like the elusive smell of violets
one can change the unreal sky

glacier

the next ice age

fuzzy buzzards don’t put meat in your gas tank

or put on miniature shower caps or because

they do it do they shiver when it showers

stiff mud-rock and drying lakes tear my

rumbling thunder lips apart the sea

level is 6 inches higher now there were

fewer twist ties then no sharp tooth 100

years ago bunkering moving in an ark folding

like a mobile phone like plastic in the end look

to the lioness warmer like sea water and she snapped

her panties and accelerated its slide sliding

into the polar ocean a string bikini band theory falls

to the unstiffening polar ground WARNING

WARNING A WEIRD PARODY AHEAD

you're so proud of you liking for ethnic food

space travel

limen

we touched down
in Oakland and within

feasting hour on
sweet surprise limerance

now mp3 and twice
red she's a robber quick

as a shutter haunting
like blackbirds

from the 9th century
she’s knocking on the door

wanting a small birdfeeder
for the urban heap

& chemicals
albeit disastrous windy

as in withdrawal
citrus-colored

snakebite rubble
lemon-lime in a

tang
quaking

sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea

everything is cool in the rust belt

were they too white for you

stretch your hand toward the sky

so that darkness will spread

did small brushes give you birth

will you not shed a drop of my ink

fork red chatter to the spilling floor

more red and counts now that I know

little black ants invading there's

a leaf or some dirt on your ass

sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet

a bird moves us along by pooping

on me as we sat looking at maps

tangerine quartz tiger lily

Betwixt

Here are some things to keep in mind as you get to know your small dog. Your reddish-orange dog.

Dare you go? Need you say this? Ought we go through with this?
How do you know that God didn’t make us evolve?
Nanotubes are created rapidly by squirting a carbon source.

I have a huge collection of frogs, right down to a frog toilet seat in my garden.


a metallic whisper please visit the mirror tortured in the potential space and one heck of a wondertickled verbena smoky sea wrack of excellence and tiger's eye

capri sun

the oldest meteorites

holding thin slices of fruit up to the light

like jewels

a slice of the sea

when beauty grows flowery

melanoma

makes the bitterness

of the Nine Planets

ease the ache of

a dried orange

close aroma

on a sweet

plate

bored

by plain old salads

I'd rather be killed

by the flowery flower disease than

another stock photo

sloped off into the distance

of the milkweed early brightly

stretchy hotels with street

with coloured floppy hat I feel

like a comB I am a bar of syruP

no. 5

going down

throwing stars to the forehead in your garden

green granny folding pink chair pink displayed

pastel in front of your rum glass [ ] as in

the lawn’s intense [ ] some things are thrown away


fire is a beautiful thing [ ] thank you


fast stars to the forehead in your garden

circle framed [ ] going down [ ] robots will use

the entire body as a weapon


it’s hard to kill something already dead

the black widow who lives next door

likes a gin & tonic everyday at 5:00 PM

going down [ ] the bright roses adorn

the killing bricks [ ] the lucky tasting trees

some things are lost [ ] it is 54 degrees

the heart in knots

chthonic kissing

my trees darkening

I graze my fingers

against the stamen even

with the stifling temperature

I imagine his hand in

attics black is the new

black and salty as in

little black dress

with sweaty armpits

I am a mythology

I will take it all

dark in the planets

dark in the blood

dark in the pussy

swimming cummy

feeling near the

chlorine summer blue

wet panties in sunlight



save me from the

scary clown heads

driver eight

SUVs are the new minivans

the oceans

and our breathing

distorted in their essence

a theoretical minivan

saying that Ruth cannot ride today

paneling under through sharp turns without

losing the contrast between my dearest

spandau ballet

things to do with your dremel

cut an opening in the front of the Atari

I know this much is

the red car that ran over my pet squirrel

in the endless expensive suburbs

with interior red ballet

smushed hearts or antibodies

allowing the tool to wonder

are there big orange

condemned symbols

a dwarf bunny they told me

canoe all across

respectful insolence

and power tools

that mince the endless

overpriced suburbs

and still yet extension

cords your thought footsteps

claustrophobic and irritating

mayhem of dolls' heads

staining dark exercise

of very tired of sitting by

her sister rabbit breast

vasculature having nothing to do

pulling the circle of black

sewn inside the cell lines

dirty

Our Fate in This Afterlife

I always knew that I was being filmed—

Breakdancing; Description;
Eschatological Prayer; Evening Prayer;
Expulsion; Headlights
Annunciation;

My whole life was staged.

Mostly, though, it all went on
As normal though because schools are getting used
To "Gameshows."

Some of us are Alcoholic White Trash
Some of us are looking at the stars

As they prepare their systems for the next
Grim Prospects of zombie inferno, the
Blunt here comes Santa’s Sexy Little Helper

Reminds me of my good cigar and kitten form
Anyone can take a punch but
Make it to the playoffs, breathing in the ring

I always knew you were good with your hands, but this

goldfish

wild and foamy jaws

I always knew you were good with your hands but this
clock marking seconds in the stormy waters
her back pressed tight to the rider's chest

Fig Newtons appear everywhere with self inflated balloons
before the whole sea freezes over we’re going to be baptized by
a second set of travel documents

she is more working boat than opulent cruiser inside
one false slip within this two-hour time span that always
and without exception the large breast pockets of the coat

go away early and keep not late thunder through bones
So. it is hard. to. know what. you. can. do. But. suppose. that.
ovulation will deal with the false reality of it on Earth.

mover of the earth and barren sea, god of the deep

for she travels on false time and neptune horses

return to Earth in time to scrape my teeth

by sea and take him to my Neptune Pool

therefore your breasts are firm and sharks help keep

our oceans clean your breasts electric blue

she is discrete--she takes on mental tasks

the wide shield caught their cleaning instruments

the horse had kicked the dentist over and

the staff was seriously rude--and dishonest--

his fishing partners threw them overboard

he'll have to stick his toothbrush up his arse

the same dark dead false ceiling broken for

we know she travels on nocturnal hours

in the earth and barren sea--god of the deep--

Posiden--cleaner and protector of the teeth

flat beauty

bombard the retina with photons of 650 nm light beer aftertaste

teach your robot well
like the way that you move your lips
this town is protected by one police officer
in my bathroom & the bluish hue

light-emitting diodes
muddy flat light
flat even
the way she's venturing

in a landfill
material I would love
to stimulate
only the red cones
by "light-green" policies
brushed on some water

but I'm afraid of ending up with
the weather in standard fixtures

after three years
she has to be refracting something
poised to take down a lot more
so tanned she has surpassed orange
and just looks dirty

I tend not to notice things like this
but every so often I paint always losing
that light into the bottom
of fluorescent

look around your home
slide your finger along the edge one way
and the light glows golden
old stained glass door
with leaded glass
so we added a blinking red

looking for edges where light and dark patches
brightly lit scenes look like any industrial street in Houston
with a white and a full color flowerball
scanning the room and comparing even at n+1

no more guessing or checking up on progress
flat even
the way she's venturing
the way light looks on trash

the mercury doesn't disappear

flat beauty

thank you for the cultural detritus

This site is in beta.

Why is this?

Phrased another way
(thank you Mr. Whitman),
this is me hurling your
surprising parody of
otherwise corporate
sacrifice when Lucas foists
alternately rawking
and whispering
sea cucumber culture
on a credulous public
if society were cleansed of
even those upc scanner games
by surveilling everyone
and searching through
that floating chunk of
fluffy pop as far
as the eye can see

kill the body and the head will die

boy are my arms tired

"Well fook me, how did you like that fookin'
plane ride fookin' going up and down?” Then
came running a hog. & Did you Jog, In
the fog? asked the dog? & Said the hog, When

they aren’t too busy with their maree-wanna,
it seems that all the cool kids in the blog
burrow into sediment viscera.
Did you mean: asked the dog? Said the hog, fog smog?

One Evil Stevie at a time. Cosmic
rays enter our body, counterclockwise,
through our rote heads each hour Red Sputnik
has two oft-quoted axioms. And spies.

I found that this applies If you also
accept his offer to removing snow.

spirit

easy living with the sectional

and in the dark realm of varying
degrees

the cloud

was all busy pouring over the earth

and emptiness

that girl peeping from the windows

replaces a standard tub

Nature says



But she was extremely embarrassed
about her Earth and contacted me for
help



Wouldn't you like to help with the
near-death experience?

Biscuit chocolate denim pink or sage

(Microfiber) I woke to ants crawling
on my face

I walked along the forest's floor, Blue
Bells were all around me.




BEEP! BEEP! IT'S ME.

An atheist.



Unquiet thing.




I hoisted myself up into vivid red,
orange and yellow.

I got my friend Carolyn to help me.



the ordinariness of the houses

press the vast and minute half-dozen
young chickens

the nodding leaves

the blood in my veins

the horn blasted

invention

relates into

living tissue

I bent down

behind a small gate

completely exhausted

naked at first

awakening

from her long nap

a dusty used book

dropped

brutal current-tides around me

old earth seemed to have soaked up

love seat pairs

even so

folding desk chair

frames futon chair quite well



dolphins were swarming all around
me

one zipped by
me




Were I a table! but she has taken it
from celebrating,

a glass, plate, bowl, why shedding
tears?


Darker, darker, fell

all around Jules Verne,

ignorant on the nature of these
curves

that the sheep carry around,

very earnestly, at the rose-bushes,

which were growing,

all around,

fire-swathed,

like a Tarot,

she blooms at will,

'tween earth and sky,

loudly,

loud,

ambitious guests, the frogs,

trackless like a Sauvignon.

I Only Said

love for accordion lovers

If you really
want to hear
me speak on
behalf

of my
employer, take
a look at

the Hellraiser
movies


What I
remember very
distinctly

is that the first
night of my
accordion


you grabbed
my arm and
we fell to

the notes
swirling before
me,



My car Is
renamed:



This is not his
poem: It is
about lovers:

hooking up in
a hooked up
world

with its
sweeping and
weeping strings and
accordion



They use the
mind-control
device
(disguised as a
camera)

to compel
mild-mannered
lovers
(literally)

to post frothy
tributes to
each other on
their blogs



if you live in a
hockey town

if you live in
the bay

if you would
get on my



lyrics have a
barb which,
Once my
chariot,

It was the
voice

I unlocked my
accordion case


I lost my
footing

And out of the
accordion’s
arching
bellows sprung
more birds

flat beauty

stretching like thumbless design

for
[ ] devices

I met Rothko at Le Tour Eiffel red

against all the worn antiseptic Great

Books in Haiku very
curvy and smooth

with random Eiffel-orange giraffe effect

language

sets headless
heads and insects sticking

out against the sky pouring elegant

black lines whenever the tissue is

being sucked and grasped by the anxious clam

backward attaching belt into Tower

of Blue Horses Flying Over It never

fails for measuring Love in the fascist

brothel you can't
fight what you can't

see a mechanical dragonfly

half-listening anus personae

gravitas

for spime

distemper woman clothed by sun

look it up in the bookmobile

men in the parking

lot

exude a fine

dust

big dull building followed by

big dull building I don't know

when it chalky whitewash cracked

for the dog heard round the world