AGOG AT THE HIGHWAY

look the febrile universe
in its indifferent & piebald eye

like the ants we are

agog at the highways

pandemonium & alchemy 

& carry on carry on 

toiling in the cordovan soil 

we have worked

& poisoned

& paved 

smiling in the mad grace
we demanded of it

& 

weeping of it

the same

SUPERIOR TEARS

i metaphorically plant my efforts
in metaphorical window boxes

not orphaned - its tough love

i 
water 
them 
from liberals 
hand-wringing 
weeping jags

~

they 
struggle
in
the
bad clay

cook in the days sunbake

silhouetted by nights 
hunted harvest moon

pensive 
for
superior tears
to 
accelerate 
their
bloom and fruit 

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2015 CLEAR OUT POPS

1.

  it
  is
familiarity / habit 

    (both cobalt blue)

and
my
daily doses - pills / love / light

    (scarlet and gas-fire orange)

  that
  keeps
  me 
  quiet 
out on this
alien ledge
  where
  artists
  wait in rags

    (stripes and checks and black-white)


2.

poetry-

pissing in gales
monsoon weeping

    or

  an
  angry
  ape
ripping thesauruses / bibles
into
Orphans Widows Wardead

  in front of the mirror with rusty corners
  in
  a
library washroom


3.

cars at 7 pm
mumble and rumble-shout
  8
  tight
  syllables
over the train track crossing 


4.

  office buildings
  glass and steel layer cakes
shine
all night
for
the 
ghosts of the laid-off

and
  fart out the sweat-stench of the working day
  in
  hot
  steam 

     billowing

into the security eyes

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