UNDAY

another unday arrives

battered amazon style

on the porch of the pale door



they couldnt deliver this

into a bin

three streets away ?

ACTION SCENE FRAG

 

& anyway

blink & youll miss it

but there is an explosion

& the actor

is seen briefly 

flying thru the air

upright & arms out

in the shape of jesus

AN ENDING FRAG

& afterwards

we

slog

hollow boned
up
the 

hill
to the witches condo

where we had hung up our coats

& our gone pets 

are 

darting & glitching

in 

the  

periphery fuzz & snow

of 

the 

early gloom of valley dusk

IMAGINE POETRY

imagine this

on a page

in a book

on your shelf

& save me the emails

& the knockbacks

& all the admin of perdition

DRAMA IN THE RAGING MUNDANE

 

now the marsh fog of indecision
wastes
my
time
again

with 

its 

this or pointless that

morning wardrobe chaos

& i dress in soft whatever

itching

in a sartorial fug

knowing

i will be back

FROM A PHOTOGRAPH OF CAMUS

all
the
philosophers

hitched up their high rises 

& drained their vermouth

& lighting fresh cigarettes
were dancing

~

such relief

from the drudge
they plumbed
is photographed

in the catholic nights

& RISE

think-rolling 

the dog days

over & over

in

the

fitful fermenting fidget

of

another

rotisserie 

night

makes gas in me
i eject now

& rise

getting into it with yoshimi

& the electric rad

PLASTIC TOTEM

we hear the crump & dock

& mournful animal hoot

of the glum giants 

rocking in the brine

~

high cube container ships

race the following sea

running 

offerings 

to stash

& stakeout

under the plastic totem

REBAR

& love
is the rebar

in the meat & jelly gumbo

pressure cooked

in the gone gods
ghost written wake

THE NAVY WAY

 

the eye level fire
of the winter dawn

will make relief art

of the ripped tarmac 

on the deteriorating road

i walk down thinking

of 

earth & light

sun & wings

& all the different versions

of the navy way

PILLS

a new lozenge

in stonewash blue

what is it

i wonder

that you do ?

         anon

to the

dull OSDs

& ivory blimps

of maintenance

i say

friend or foe 

in you go

in  you  go

FROM A HATCHBACKS COPILOT CHAIR

those heavy cloud banks
shouldering low 

over the hill i know

i wish they were
the distant mountains
they pretend to be

& we could climb them
past the ash tree line

packs on our backs

& camp there
free of grit & kipple

in the shape of strings

MAYBE SOMEONE CAN EXPLAIN TIME

 

'we all need a fix 

at times like this

but doesnt it feel good

to stay alive ?'

gene clark

plays his songs

in my mind

like its the only gig that pays he wants

~


gene clark died

just as i found him

in the sam goody cassette tape days

auto reverse !

remember that ?