RAW LIKE BACON

i
bathed
in
the triumph
of a cat

exfoliated with sand from the sky

& raw like bacon like headlines
i took to the sleeping bed

& failed there
with
mountain tension

missing the streams of leigh 

TRIUMPH GAS TANK

the universe reaches

from inside of you
to wherever forever

& i would kick myself

if my time tickered out

before its secrets were out

& it built a bonfire of paradigms

& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned

with free razors & bulk soap

to

his

old

kids home

one red shirt collar tip

pocking out

a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 

between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket

NEWS POPS

1.

everyday
the 
world 
is
another newspaper 
          
        older ? 
        newer ?
        or 
        more tired ?
             

2.


dear news
so theres
no headlines
of artistic triumph
of heroic compassion
of breakthrus in unity
                 universal education
                 civil responsibility 

        again ?

dear news
so theres
no side bars
on mindfulness
on the futility of fear
on the triumphs of new tech
                   beyond apple 

        again ?

whats that news ?

you think i live in
an 
absurdist liberal fantasy
in
a real world of hooting chimps ?

well touche news

but 
why 
not 
print that then ?

        for 
        a 
        change

3.

maybe
if
we
didnt watch the news

   but
   counted the days instead
   by 
   our 
   growing finger nails
   and
   the sliding sun
   
   would 
   the 
dangerous theatre
still
perform 
at
all ?

wells theatre, norfolk, virginia