Elephant Hide

There were large words painted on cinder block walls,
Punishing our kinder inclinations, treating poetry to a kick of heroin.

Your monthly slip into depression cured me of hope.
Melted chocolate left in shirt pocket, dawn of purple, hard and pressing.

If an elephant puked on your shoes it would be denied.
There is no reason to believe Modigliani could place his hand on railing.

Pilate flew into a rage and tipped Christ over with his Cain.
How we draw ourselves in the mirror can defend nothing, beets for dinner.

How to hide from our neighbors became our only game.
Jungle or desert it makes no difference, all is lost when nature takes a bow.

Old Pell Mell

Did you warn this battle man, this cattle man, about Saturn returning in rings of gold to hail down around him?

Hold crawling guts of rage against a fence, parboil your standard bearing enemy in oil industry financials.

Whole pineapple swimming to America, doused with bitters, pasted on each spiny finger, Dole in neon colors.

What once was mistaken for fiction gone wrong is news, Fox has rabbit by his tender ears and will not let go.

It was now or never Ivanhoe.

Gratitude mystery

you turn this moment into the driveway and carefully park it - toot the horn for your companion to join you - full of space and time. there is room in the car for one more. who will it be?

heavy head

the horse has been resting - heavy head
tossing aside doubt anger fear betrayal of self
known quantities ticking out through sun ray
victim heel super pressed dung over
now coming to life for round 2 or 3
daily double marshmallow anthropology
stand and stable it round and out

Original skin

Your ruling class apothecary varnish

tampers with solitude, washes down

starch fandango, arithmetic jangles.

Or - is corn too well bred all over this

great nation of ours, beheaded knight

cresting waves, holding candles in a

winter storm until bees take over my

good golly. Best not to fiddle little of

arson-budding because Spring is yet

to melt his icy heart, commoner tin-

star destiny keeps marching spurs in

spit and polish for next year's crop.

Darn tangle hippy girl pushing walk

side to side got me going again, its a

habit constrained within geometric

vestiges stain driven, martial shield

tuning fork gone to heaven as long

as death keeps whipping up a song.

Warn his majesty about coming on

too strong with us small fry batty

coke-drinking hybolores. You new

kids crank up engineering dipsticks

faster than Johnny says go - and I

form opinions differently based on

rational gold standard mistakes it

takes or bakes, you silly snakes. My

vole commander, back in town re-

milking kiss and tell persnickety do

done dilly, how furry can one oblong

port commissioner get? Tongue or a

snag list dapper snapper in creepy-

time sauce, if you pay they will play.

Honorary workers became wrathful

yesterday afternoon when a lapize

lapel law passed quietly through our

hallways of injustice, taking more of

their insignificant wages away. Mom

said there would be days like these.

TV is killing us

directly through the brain comes a bullet sound and spin counter-attack vitriolic burning hell woven across village idiot reconnoiter go palin go beck go limbaugh go tell it on the mountain how holy and christian you are how brilliant and clever you are you wordsmiths with drivel cresting like tidal damage bleating sheep in tow doing gods dirty work are you making light of dark grief are you pulling out pieces of tooth from your victims your 9 year old victims your passionate dedicated reasonable play by the rules victims putting themselves out on the street to listen listen make some effort to help their neighbors while out along the airwaves we pay for this we provide these airwaves these radio and tv dance hall mercenary groping overpaid thug wingers pushing pablum sound bite choking brain choking discourse clogging sewer mouth corporate suits ballerina vacation dill weed our taxes laying the grid propping up motionless holding head wound saying no more but there will be more and more we die each day a little with many many commercial interruptions and who will stand up when quiet suffocation of intelligence gowned gloved surgically scrubbed i often wandered as a child through rough and rocky regions when did my falling weeping go unnoticed when did my hollow point handgun ratchet up to vilify assassinate populate this media church of scum pointed roses mashing logs and megawatts in temporal disarray gleaning hard times ahead hard times a wasting wasting country being dragged across arizona motivation hyenas dung and laughter dung and laughter

Parsnip darling

in some mayo calendar referential wheel dragging design, your arms get wrapped in salamander twine, doses taken explicitly for half of wheat duration make one thirsty for a derby and vacation.

long ago how driven devils pasted up on telephone poles notices of their rock and roll shows, had you not my travels drummed in some other compendium voice my world-long effervescence could have dusted off my joyce.

how simply then peach chin drip guzzle flattens little pug with parsnip muzzle, his digging done and brothers sisters tucking in to blankets woven tightly round economy of skin.

new eyes to see this daytime drama looking somehow sunnier than destitute while emptying pockets in his 25 cent suit, your organs ground and wound around the solitude no health could whisper horses forming call it dude.