the mismeasure
of man in
weak-kneed
sentences
and to be
called poems
10/29/08
10/27/08
Forgetting Incandescence
it's as black as the white
side of midnight if you
believe her story of the blood
seconds inside the no reply
broke down and trembling
in the Valley of Fire with
no services for the next well
I mean who counts the miles
when you're out of luck waking
up with lips pressed against
the disrupted upholstery that's
crumbling like Coleman lantern
mantles to the touch of
your one last match
side of midnight if you
believe her story of the blood
seconds inside the no reply
broke down and trembling
in the Valley of Fire with
no services for the next well
I mean who counts the miles
when you're out of luck waking
up with lips pressed against
the disrupted upholstery that's
crumbling like Coleman lantern
mantles to the touch of
your one last match
10/24/08
The Light They Waste
this week I got the
phone call from two
old brothers one
calling from a Tijuana
hospital where he just
had triple bypass
surgery to save a
hundred thousand
dollars because the
weed business is not
covered by Medicare
and my other soul
partner in Spokane
who got five stents and
was feeling fine except for
the fact that his fucked
up liver will kill him
before his heart does so
he's still drinking the
wine and writing the shit
but what more could
you expect when you're
the last of your kind
living amongst the
incompetent others
in the light they waste
phone call from two
old brothers one
calling from a Tijuana
hospital where he just
had triple bypass
surgery to save a
hundred thousand
dollars because the
weed business is not
covered by Medicare
and my other soul
partner in Spokane
who got five stents and
was feeling fine except for
the fact that his fucked
up liver will kill him
before his heart does so
he's still drinking the
wine and writing the shit
but what more could
you expect when you're
the last of your kind
living amongst the
incompetent others
in the light they waste
10/20/08
Out Of The Dish
a week ago in Portland
I performed with
the Be Blank Consort
these sound poems that
everyone read off of
scripts and Bennett had
me do this one where
I barked like a dog for
about 5 minutes which
was indicated by all these
drawings of little bones
but as the rest of them
read the text it put it all
into perspective these
last 40 years of fucking
with the poems ended in
this one quick yap
I performed with
the Be Blank Consort
these sound poems that
everyone read off of
scripts and Bennett had
me do this one where
I barked like a dog for
about 5 minutes which
was indicated by all these
drawings of little bones
but as the rest of them
read the text it put it all
into perspective these
last 40 years of fucking
with the poems ended in
this one quick yap
10/19/08
10/18/08
Untitled
this colored guy walks into
a bar and tells the bartender
give me a drink you poet dink
now this really pisses the poet
off so he tells the dude look man
you trade places with me and
I'll show you how it feels
so the colored guy gets behind
the bar and the poet sits down
on the stool then shouts out
give me a jigger nigger
the brother slowly looks him
up and down and then says
we don't serve poets here
a bar and tells the bartender
give me a drink you poet dink
now this really pisses the poet
off so he tells the dude look man
you trade places with me and
I'll show you how it feels
so the colored guy gets behind
the bar and the poet sits down
on the stool then shouts out
give me a jigger nigger
the brother slowly looks him
up and down and then says
we don't serve poets here
10/16/08
The Hard Letters
It's
how a
woman
must feel,
spread wide
and relaxed,
not having to
be in charge of
that best guess.
how a
woman
must feel,
spread wide
and relaxed,
not having to
be in charge of
that best guess.
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