HAPPY HOUR

the broken neon
sentence by its
power of suggestion
makes those bald
tires screech before
the heart does for
every son of Hank
when there is all that
waitress ass inside
where this bulbous
nosed Indian is
endlessly talking
about how it was
before you quit
buying him drinks
in a storied world
of the guitar strings
strung tight within
his broken radio
that he still carries
around like the name
of a woman that has
long since lost any
correlating face

When we first became a people,
before... before cockpit voice
recordings, famous suicide notes...

before a mythic present...




desert. night.

off out in. the distance.

the flashing bright.

violet light. like a Jumbo Tron.

crackling off.

from the shots. a 30.06.


An illusion of recession or
the third dimension.





Bud landed a good-sized
speckled trout.





Do you want to watch?



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the worry part will
be over No es secreto.
lubricate it with saliva
muy dentro de me culo
palpitado I was starting
to get crazy now.
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TIME SENSE


,the mechanics of applying colors




ggggggggggggggggg
CALL ME NOW

DO YOU WANT YOUR
FRIENDS TO WATCH

FEAR IS FOREVER

gggggggggggggggg




"trust me"




Pubic hair on the picture frame.

(before a mythic present)

___________________________________________________
to go to sleep watching the stars spin

on sheets of poetry falling
like calendar leaves.

Rules Of Engorgement

a clear and present
danger in climbing
those sugar walls
is what made me
the woman before
I became your man

Inauguration

in the distance
beneath the
jumbotrons
close vicinity
is fleeting when
history as an
only witness
anticipates the
dictatorship
of the screen

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY

these people with no hangovers
getting ready to go to work
living for the weekend but
not the rest of their lives
I'll drink to you today

The rare book dealer smiles.

Old No.7 Dream

nothing to do with a
life but live it until
apprehension comes
and then it's not so
passerine with the
mad-dogged animation
of an ossuary constantly
tripping across short
circuit sparks of
your uncontrolled
disintegration

THE CAPTION OR THE PHOTOGRAPH

for Jim Vallely

abandoned rest area

=

clutter of
discarded
electronics

=

all bets are off

=

crumpled

newspaper

stained by a

demon face

=

when to not forget
the origin myth

=

real sound in the
dream is Hollywood
singing into metal
garbage cans

=

as if time was collapsed
into the present

=

look at this shithole

=

the demon strained even
further forward

THE FACE AND HEAD OF THIS PERSON WAS MELTED AWAY BY THE NEW AMERICAN WEAPONS WHICH ISRAEL IS USING