AARDVARK (94)
I AM
I AM.
I AM
CALLED THIS
TO BE FIRST
In line for a kiss, 94
Beneath the moonlit touch
Of a hooker's hand ‑‑
Of course she's a loved one ‑‑
Loved one, loved all:
French kisses on me, in her
Favorite women's room
IN THE
ABATTOIR ‑‑ (92)
SLAUGHTERHOUSE:
PICTURE THAT, POOR POETS;
ARE YOU REALLY LIKE
MONKS AND NUNS IN AN
ABBEY (94)
OR SURE, IF OUTER SPACE
CAME TO VISIT, THAT
ABIKO (94)
EXISTS,
THAT YOU ARE
ABORIGINAL, (94)
UNTAINTED DNA?
WHERE DID IT COME FROM,
THE DOUBLE HELIX, DROPPED
INTO THE OOZE OF AMMONIA
AND PRIMORDIAL COAGULATION?
DOES CARBON EXISTENCE MAKE US
DESCENDENTS OF GRAVITY'S WONDERS,
DANGLING OUR TOES, SITTING, NOMINALLY
ABOVE THE BRIDGE? (94)
When the image, not imagination, 91‑93
When the warp of the words, not ideas
When the hidden rhyme, not the timed
Impact
Of what is being expressed
And colors, black day, orange mailbox,
Green waiting, salmon resistance,
Try to tell the formula of it,
The soul, seldom done justice, is cheapened
Is a sleazy breeze 94
Escaping the skull's horizon
AND WHAT WORD IS THIS?
ABRAXAS, A GHOST PONY WORD, (94)
NOT IN CHEAP DICTIONARIES
NOR THE YELLOWED PAGES OF HER WORLD BOOK ENCYCLOPEDIA,
DISPLAYS THE DEPTH OF MY IGNORANCE, TUMBLING
She 94
Disappeared
Like a dot on the
Page‑white, snow‑wisped
Mountain peak, scrub‑brush
Hiding her like pronouns.
IN A
WELL, WELL ‑‑
A WET
Grief is my (moon) beam, 94
Sucking breeze.
An orange smog carpet of clouds,
The sky is a walnut, 93
A prune,
A lady in waiting
For yet another
Eruption,
Another immortal moment
Inside the rock,
ABSOLUTE. INTERZONE BIZZARE, (94)
I
ABSCOND (91)
WITH SOME WORDS;
Nouner am I, verbing very little ‑‑ 91
After all, isn't it fortyish to adjectivize?
We William Carlos Williams the wrong heroes
And orange you into poverty
AN ARTIFACT
OF/FROM GREATNESS,
ANOTHER CHICAGO MAGAZINE, OUT OF LEFT FIELD (94)
Tame hurricanes, blue lightning, 94
"No boiling waters",
Stasis poetry,
ACTING UP, ACTING DOWN
ACTA VICTORIANA; (91)
AND ALL THAT
BAD LAW, LIKE
Bad poetry is a miasma of molten mulch, 91
Making more muck grow in the dawn
Of unrelenting reason and foregone promise.
ACUMEN, IS AN EMBER. (94)
Oh, Summer night! Night without war, 92
Night without the supremacy of white
Snow, don't you know we all love peace?
(Unless we're doing the left or right hand twist, 93
dancing to the unvarying beat of stuck feet ‑‑bah boom.)
It was the second time 94
We'd met, the very second time
Our eyes brushed against the aura‑
Tinted air and minute‑measured
Time became second time.
NOW
Hard‑eyed, I tell you 94
Love, never a code word,
Forbad
Words of experience
That sounded similar to
"I love you...
ADARA, NOT YOUR AVERAGE ZINE, (91)
IS ON AN OCEAN (DISASTER)
On the ocean, the waves should purify 91
With waste‑ravenous fauna,
In diamonds and froth
ADASTRA (94)
(ANOTHER NEW WORD?)
Iris seed on full lawn 94
The silos swim into solstice clouded
Tubers of dark. Bearded grackles
Heavy the metal weeds ‑‑ come, feet,
Dance the empty ‑‑
EVERY NIGHT
Every night, a little more burned out, 92
Sons of sex maniacs and whoremongers
Sons of coming and going with booze
Daughters of the milking breast
Daughters of the hammered hemorrhoid
Fathers of future disease
Fathers of freedom
Mothers of need and greed
Mothers of the wash room
Grandfathers of progress
Grandfathers of mass production
Grandmothers of silent watchfulness
Your fame and glory
Are candles without wax, (wicks floating in oil)
On the night‑club scene
ADRIFT (94)
HE IS A FAT FOOL
Fat fuck ‑‑ 92
Got fat,
Doesn't fuck.
HE HIDES BEHIND
THE ADROIT EXPRESSION (92)
I HEAR HIS FAT SOUNDS.
Mourning eyes 91
Make my memory
Her tear‑stained dress
Distresses my skipping
Slows me like a silk kite
Anchor
TIED TO THE VIVID
EXPLOSION
The sky is not a velvet cock 92
Nor the earth a womb
Of only warmth
ONLY
ADVOCACY (94)
SUSTAINS
Sister Q.Z. (THAT'S ME!) 92
Had a man who couldn't please me,
Didn't even try to tease me,
Needing, as I do, a spank and a whack
When I scratch his brother's back
AND ALL THE WHILE
THE ADVOCATE'S (94)
"Lighthouse"
Uses all the vowel sounds 91
Using all the vowel sounds
Night plucks it strings 92
For a phantom musician
Whose chords invade
The 3 A.M.
Siren‑sound, shot‑rhythm air.
I was a fat tub 94
Standing on squat legs
Young and begging
To be entered
But you gave me a diamond scrub
Descended upon me from above
And, in bubble‑bath crystals,
You brought me lilacs.
LIGHT PURPLE ANGINA
LIGHTS UP MY HEART
AEGINA (94)
IS DARK
IS LIGHT
IS DARK
IS LIGHT
What is light 93
When loosed from the
Prison of Nature?
TUGGING
PULLING AGAINST ME
Cancerous crocuses 93
Cry captured breath.
Buying bedpan beauty
Admiration,
Angina anticipates anxiety
A PRETTY BALLOON ABOUT TO POP ‑‑
You were a balloon 91
Jerking
My anchor
WHILE
Ever‑set Everest 92
Is so much higher
Than a boy on a bike
Can be,
Especially one who
Stays on the streets
Hand above eyes, 94
Squinting, I search the ecliptic
For words in precession, wobbling
Along the Van Allan Belts
Like a toboggan ride down the dark dandruff
Of a permanent wave (the kind you go back to get redone)
SWATTING ASTEROIDS,
AERIAL (94)
FLIES FLY
IN THE FACE OF REALITY.
OKAY, JUST
Statisticate to be unlike meaninglessness 92
Subtracted Again 94
....... Pale .........
Mice .... knock ....
..... Propellor .....
.......... Sand ...
... Brink .......
Ash ........
GO AHEAD ‑‑ GO AHEAD AND LIVE!!!!
AESTHETIC RAPTURE ‑‑ THE FIVE SENSES (91)
SAY LITTLE ABOUT
AETHLON SPORT LITERATURE (94)
WHEN
In Emphysema Emphasis
Smoking is all there
Is as your lungs grow old,
A beat or two at a time
This heartbeat is the proof
As sucked air gets thicker
AFRICA WORLD (94)
AFRICAN AMERICAN (94)
AFRO‑HISPANIC (94)
PANIC
AFTER THE END (92)
AGADA (91)
GADFLY PAPER
FRIGHTENS MILD HER
Glastonbury 91
What keeps me away
An obese woman
Once a prisoner of fad
Now retired to a feast
Tiny bits of the best
In the flatlands under the mountains
WITH HER
AGASSIZ (94)
AGENDA (92)
SITTING STONED
How will you complete the soaring flight of thought 92
Your bird sense, like songs on high, over skyscape
skyscrapers,
Resting on concrete cracks where beautiful seeds hide
In dormancy, unable to reach fertile ground
AGNI (94)
ALONE, ALONE
Grandfather left us 94
Grandmother
She left
The wind
YOU
DO CONTINUE 94
Peter's pop
Lost a leg and, limping
On hurting heart,
Left with generous abandon,
Left the business to "Mom".
I cried when Peter,
Pretending again,
The way it was his habit
To pretend ‑‑ on paper ‑‑
Placed a short story
In its envelope in his father's
Cool hands, saying
"You loved my stories.
So, here's a tale of a Spaniard
Whose remains nourish the soil of Spain.
These pages were the only journey
I could afford for your last wish,
After the cost of the head stone and coffin."
The sky is icy and crystalline and open. 92
I never fly. I'm grounded.
It was war you wanted then
And you shall be blown to bits, astounded,
As I push bomb‑trigger buttons in the glen.
AGOG (91)
Fat‑faced editors consume your time 91
With rejects, unmetered rhyme
Your sage advice and printed slime
My poetry, here, sits safe, sublime
AGOG (92)
You think it's fun 92
To remind me of pigeons
Pecking at the celluloid eyes
Of market‑version, imitated audiences,
Pictures of pictures.
Chewing cannibal ribs,
You avoid the true horror
Of the human heart
THE FLIGHTY HEART
AG‑PILOT, CROP DUSTER (94)
THAT IT IS,
THE AGUILAR EXPRESSION (94)
(AGUILAR?)
AGILE
PUMPS
The young complexity 93
That never was me
Jams my strawberry
Memories
I ride the jam‑biguity 94
Down the gullets of Ganymede
Dressed in icy froth
Along horse‑brown paths
Of panting
Ice‑cream saliva,
Miracle‑whipped
To speed the dappled Sugar
Homeward
AHSAHTA, COLD‑DRILL (94)
PUMMELED
VORTICE?
WHORE TENSE
SHEBOYGAN ‑‑
MAN, OH, MAN
I DON'T WANT TO BURN OUT
Machines rust 93
Entropy, entropy
Time is electrons
If geometry is corralled.
My horse loves me
All the time.
My tiller tills
Petroleum‑leased land.
Southern Fall 92
It's where the serpentine
Constriction of Summer
Squeezes the hot iron lung
Of the still, humid air,
Until Winter Pops In For a Visit 94
He Reads
A Postcard From Iraq for Christmas
The people snub us
But to surrender. Send toothpaste.
Met many terrible, smelly men ‑‑ barracks crowded.
Great to be on shore patrol, off the ship.
It was a long four months at sea.
I may be home after a second wave
Of blood soaks the sand. Baby's due
In July. No contraceptives or abortions
Available. It won't have your eyes.
Your loving wife,
Chastity
WHILE
AILERON TAKES A VOWEL MOVEMENT, (94)
Small blue thesaurus 94
Sits dioxidizing
Dinosaur creations,
Penned plumage
Of toothless tripe‑scented
Feline, pharaoh‑following,
Ankhishly holding sparrows
Like Teflon pterodactyls
LIKE BAD
AIM. (94)
Grande‑Mere Despair 92
What history will tell her story
"Nanny" to so many; no child was kept guessing
About love and life as life's real glory
And death‑mourning makes
Her lessons less; His whorey
Heart took the cash blessing
And he didn't help his sister, Laurie.
AIREINGS (94)
OF AIRELINGS,
Houseflies humming in incandescence 91
While the war raged on television,
Hovering over the maggot‑ridden beer‑bellies
Of the boys we sent to prime (rib) time.
I go to war 93
For my mother's pasty
Fingers, her orchard,
And glory
Held up 94
By the builder's cement
Stuck
Together
Up to our groins
In love
GROUND‑DOWN
APHRODISIAC,
AJAX (91)
COMMERCIAL AND STILL 91
I was awake as never before, black rain on oily breeze
A sneeze at the pepper on the potato soup
My Vichyssoise with floating chives distract me from
The smoke outside.
ALABAMA (94)
SITS BESIDE
ANOTHER STATE OF MIND
ANOTHER STATE
OF UNION BUSTERS
Mr. Potatohead in the drawer 92
Growing eyes in the dark
Waits for the dust to settle
So he can see some place
To root, suspended and stabbed
Okay, 94
I remember a thunderous funnel
Of birds before they
Were beaten down
Migration Miracles
Bird cloud
Tree megaphone
Laughing leaves
Temporary truce between
Man and melody
ANOTHER STATE
ALASKA (94)
UNBAKED
IS TOO COLD FOR MOST
ALBATROSS (94)
TO SKINNY DIP WITHOUT FEATHERS,
HUNG AROUND A POLAR BEAR'S NECK
Birds like 94
Worms
In birds
Fallen flightless
In Iraq 91
The brick and concrete are shattered
"Brilliant" bombs are flying in; chickens
Rebels, eagles and fraternizers
Crawl amongst the wreckage
I AM THE
ALCHEMIST (94)
The faggots would not leave me alone 92
They went without coming after they pawed
Pubescent me, sharing their loneliness
Like long‑licked, swelling penii
And lonely now, youth gone, I search
For company I don't have to hug
SWOLLEN
ALCHEMY (92)
He has no bouquets, in pretty positions 92
To sweeten the smell of putrefying thoughts
Poverty has taken his indignation,
He savages himself into submission
Keeps fertilizing his dreams with manure
To, maybe, grow a flower
To place on her grave.
ALDEBARON (94)
ALGILMORE (93)
MORE!! MORE!
MAYBE WHY MORE
MAYBE NO MORE
MAYBE NO WAY
MAYBE WAY MORE
Re‑incarnation 91
Gilds us
With the guilt
Of our flighty ignorance.
Do you know your writing on the surface of anything? 93
IF DEPTH MEANS GLORIFICATION OF FICTIONALIZED
ALICE JAMES COLLECTIVES (94)
OR JAMESIANS
WHOSE TONGUELESSNESS
IS A COUNTRY EMBARRASSED, EMBITTERED
UNNOTICED ‑‑ WHO WINS?
Inside the camera, 92
We watch the shutter,
Safe for emotion,
Film touched by light,
Briefly,
But destroyed if drenched
By the subject's tears
ALIVE NOW ‑‑ POCKETS WEAVINGS (94)
ALLARDYCE (94)
ALLEGHENY (91)
GONE
WOODLANDS
Your tree has more circles, 91
Knots from broken branches, leaves that left,
So I use my chain‑saw, cut you down to my level,
Sculpt a galloping stallion for friends to fawn over
And leave a giant clearing, too empty for does in
Winter.
ALLEGHENY (94)
AGAIN
GROWING AGAIN
In the mud‑puddle of metaphors 92
I dig for the wettest bottom dirt
Remove it and squeeze it dry
Sculpt an image of a snow queen
Who gets her gossamer dress wet
Passing by me, dirty, wishing for snow
IN AN
ALLY (94)
ALMS HOUSE (94)
By Twit Nevershare 91
I am modeling myself in porcelain
Half‑baked highlights, re‑rounded
And re‑routed in the runny clay,
The glint of light does not enter me
As I shape the outside of my poetry