BUYER PAYS THE POSTAGE

my dried leather

is oiled soft

& 

i am not thirsty

like i was before

&

the bluebird 

got out my chest 

& 

flies there

in the middle of the air

for me & all to see

cool i think / bring it

~

the bluebird 

packed his cage

back into its box

& filled out the slip

for ease of returning

buyer pays the postage

thatll be me / happy to

NIGHT WATER POOLS

in the morning
the coffee is there
& then the garden is there

night water is pooling
on the all-weather chairs

& the cat
hes glowing godlike
on a sun drenched bench

~

& the birds all call out
from their soft cloisters
of greens & teal & red & blooms

& the shadows of the leaves 

& the spaces between

are painted in 

just right

BLUEBIRD BONES REDUX

every typo

is a

town in wales

& theres

a monster

in my chest

playing hectic percussion

on the bluebird bones

blackmailing

the

sunlit uplands

where

the

hibernating mammals

hijacked my slumber

~

well the room is there

like a flat tires

rhythmic exhaling

& death is there

its back pages

condensed & lucent

in

a

twelve minute

drive thru

crematorium

&

the thin smoke of bones

is

forgetting itself

&

dissolving in glyphs

up there

in the grey bluebird sky

pic from reddit

BLAMELESS MORNING REDUX

the morning

wakes indifferent

NOTHING is its fault

passive aggressive masterclass

amps the horror

to impress

its

gone dark twin

~

it just IS

morning is

there like an uncut lawn

& it dares you

to violate parole

& claim different

as

you

dress

to

leave

the 
warmest bed behind 

from mymodernmet.com

BLUEBIRD BONES

every typo 
is a 
town in wales

& theres 
a monster
in my chest

playing hectic percussion
on the bluebird bones

from printsvariete www.etsy.com

WAS IT YOU BUCKOWSKI ?

buckowski
buckowski
buckowski

you rotten dog

was it you i read
when you said

youre surrounded by assassinated people ?

well
theyre still here

unable to notice 
the ordinary madness
of
this
impossible paradise
as
we
throw out tomorrow
with
the bath water rain

from gtaforums.com

AFTER READING 2 - FIVE POPS ( LEGS )

( after reading bathside i wrote - )


1. MENS LEGS

buckowski
had good legs
big balls

so he said
acne wrapped on a sidewalk
brave for once
on rye

well 
i am 3.1% neanderthal
with model quality feet

and 
my
balls
will
do


2. WOMENS LEGS

theres women gone forever

pulled out
onto paper forever

khol and lippy a masked ball 
of downers 
and wine

smoking thru
their readings

done 
selling 
whitegoods

with their legs


3. WORKING LEGS

men played ball by the river

innocent summer
cold alaska cabin

never spoke of the rain
never spoke of the snow

legs ached at night 
from the woods and the work

one left the other
who is left writing by the woodchipper
of 
all the ropes 
all the ratchets
unhanded
of
the stone mountains of words unsaid


4. EZRAS WORDS GOT LEGS

ezras commitment for words for all

for all 
them mall workers 
them meth truckers
them charity muggers
them banker motherfuckers

east coast west coast
southern hemisphere outpost

was heard was heeded 
by other writingslobs

while he layered himself up and away and down
in the meadows
by the streams
with the peasants 
in the past


5. LEGS TO WALK ON

read what the typingslobs write
in their burnt rug nights
in their hungover hero bottletop dawns

sick and fatally doubtful 
like reformed hams
the real ones
walk the same work and fear
as
any
everyday streetside monster
beside 
you

Ezra Pound at the Home of William Carlos Williams, Rutherford, New Jersey, June 30, 1958

AFTER READING 1 - FOUR POPS ( WHILE ENGLANDS DREAMING )

( after reading poetry bogside i wrote - )


1. DUH

in the fear 
of a down and out doormouse
charity sponsored
by an alley cat

there is poetry

in the fog horn pink dawn
in your winter glove

there is poetry


2. LOVEMEAT

a kind of music gets in the words
its like light thru cracks
dawn thru a bullethole

and i can see beyond 
the rope and the gallows
and i can see outside 
the hammer and the anvil

a kind of foodchain gets in the words
poems are like animals
hot mammals at rest or rage

they can turn a man to stone
lovemeat in their teeth



3. PLUMBING SINGS

i read the rooming house madrigals
in the 6 am bathroom

the cat eats his treats
in the hallway

he lays his lazy arse down

the plumbing sings a song
and while englands dreaming
the plumbing will sing tomorrow
its truer song
just the same


4. CORTISOL AND CREAM

i read hitler painted roses
in my grandmothers old chair
the one dorothy used to perch on
like a tiny bird

and out there
there is lightning 
over the river
beyond the bungalow horizon

and out there
there is a storm horizon
like smudged mascara 
a stripe in the jammed tv sky

and the sails of my drydock argo
are wild with typos and cortisol 
whipped up with wind and cream

FLIP YO

live !
even if in microcosm
live !
the myth values
of
the
fable past

and
dont try - just do 

           but
           if
           youre
           really
           really
     
    not up for ANYTHING today
    
           i
           understand

           and
flipping your finger
at the fuckers
on
the
6 o clock news
while
you
eat
your whatever and chips

will
do
for
now

from pinterest

BALL OF CONFUSION

  time 
  was
i was fiery anxious
struck dumb round the neighbourhood
and
living inside fear
eating in secret
and
waiting
waiting
for something to happen

  or
drunk accelerator glory
emptying out in the wasteland
king of night
and
eternally uninvolved
everyone 
missing
from
me

  and
a ball of confusion 
in
any
small seconds inbetween

ball of confusion by leslie revels andrews 

from fineartamerica.com

RIPs

  so
Dan Fante had shit-brown-eyes
and
Buckowski had a HUGE left ball

i
have . . . envy

  i remember reading
Kissed by A Fat Waitress
on
the 
toilet
hanging
onto
the
steel mobility rail in a cold sweat

  i remember reading 
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses
and
thinking
ANYTHING
can
be 
poetry

  and
  now
Bowie and Lemmy 
are 
spoiled for drummers
in enriched Valhalla 
i
ball my poems up into the teapot

and
turn
on
the 
gas

from pinterest.com

FALSE STILTS

its hard and its far
and
theres no time 
so
tie boot laces tight
against
the
oceans
that
make
other places seem impossible

it looks short but it feels endless
this
functioning mush / this advertised median
between 
the unkillable poor
and
the
miserable lost smiles
of
the
rich

but you
can
still
smell
the
roses

or
paint
them

if you have allergies

from dw.de

MINI SUMMATION POP

buckowski bought german

gold comes from space

rulers are blind and corrupt

thats 
it