Sunday, January 14, 2018

Wherever You Go

closing form on you
caking austral sunshine
meaning winter
elsewhere where
we put the care founded
jacked up sky resolve
in sentences formed of
not sentences

writing slop on
commercial porches NO
fine print ongoing 

that presidential smell
operates on
who on planet
earth effects cause
that one in
Idaho is dying in the time of
people as people being
people

no poems fit this room

a poem is just

margin of restraint

Sunday, January 7, 2018

please sunder sand

I have changed
my friends
my phone is gone
I am applying for
a phone again


please unchain my fence

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Angry Over New Book

Goodbye to flow thought of
uttered transupposed
delicious tomorrow

here the lariat
conquers loose

the tame dire
old box reflects
vantage
Of nothing

It seems like
Sneaking

Transcribed

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Pa Ra Pa Pa Pum

because the big voice
silences, the truck of ritual
declares

the wrong sacrifice
is a form of
syllable, a 
breech Between
yes and no

a syllable of time
works with best
television

flames eat wood,
wood consumes last
word in
fire, words
stick to
the last
spark

many
of his young
fans are

heartbroken

The Human History of Anything

It is true that people drink lead, melted foothill. A fast bomb secures reason. 

Friendship collides with typewriter, stomach acid recreates realization.

Averting a Sentence means closer. Delicate sensation startles screen.

Turn to Squanto, who followed Samoset. Winds of human interference and patched delivery rode on winter. This today with these.

It is true that a sum of music fills even winter web.
It is true the deer considers Time.
It is true that the languages stays for going.
It is true in the path of Squanto.

Regular tide fills the day like plethora. Nouns don’t count beyond singular.


It is true that the men stayed home, far away in the name of home.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Yeah

Angel
We have heard on
high
Could be
Berrigan
Ted

Good luck
With your
Photographs Sam
They’re really
Great

T
His way pl
Ease

Now would Be
A good time my

Parents aren’t here

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Rogue One for President

Shooting flying things, amidst turmoil of not wanting turmoil. Get away! Excellent weapon Chewbacca people, homegrown Listen, the narrative is explained with narrative. Dad dies, message. It is how narrative explains narrative. Shooting things insist on purpose, making Imperial yelling when shot. And so you are okay to yell when shot explaining your narrative to the narrative of how lately you have been expecting.  The rest is just important.