Poem #113 certain miserable days

I once promised myself

That is not now likely to happen

I can see only the window

Capital, some people will tell you

It would be divided equally

Generation after generation

Let us take up obscure cases.

I can feel certain miserable days

Going over to sit inhabited good shots

Traditions for irregulars

Black leather walked with the old days

Entered their mess, possession of the

White heart races

Never told the burdensome of necessity

Dull his hearts passion with jealously

Clearly gallant captain hate

On the verge of wishing ways

Shocked silence –

A blackguarded to self-respect

It is the kind of screw

introduced by

turning

Into the world

Poem #109 January 21, 2017 Woman’s March

Punching great grandmas’ womb

Still tied to Liberty’s by a navel cord

Sold us all

From the door of her guard

A sedated look

Snowed in in the midst of winter

Courageous of angels

With a very scurvy word

Poem #76 Bar at Impressive Intrigue

Bar at impressive intrigue

hand-hinting muscle a smile

sweet song only rhapsody remembered

making small talk

donating compliments

bathroom passes

better be an eyeful

hinting home,

or running false cheer

Poem #51 As Diet Eden

a world of signs

information

in abstract categories

flight like heavy hesitant evolution

elaboration of swallowed garden

as diet Eden

extracting indecencies became

kindship in their banquet

indeed runners upright

took to naming anatomy

metaphor of salvation death

liberating fundamental corpses

of vegetation in passive scrutiny

Poem #50 Addressed to Cheap Minded Man

Rail of steel imaginations

Saturday to Monday

Peasant traditions of character

Emotions in promiscuous old names

Ribbon between north and south

Isolate marriage fifteen pence two shillings

Some doctors expression a grain of urgent truth

Addressed to cheap minded man

Rich with passion and short of excitement

Going after heat of something that destroys us

To witness some love borrowed from time

Beside useless spirit to play uniformed games

Escape error of genius save beauty the crowns

The eternal ward against in prescriptions

Venomously grimly cut from flash female

Deadly inquisition revolution beauty itself

Day idle power their faces lathing seriously

A passing lust sun of misspells

Sadness silent birds broken of word

Paid for watching no detail

Imperfect foam of no hope

slowly forming habitable ideals blanketed

by young stripped light of love for money

brittle second look shaking

that answer yes the tune drops white of dark gloom

upon the shore of vivid trembling truth

sick little flesh my river of tears flowing from mouth

glided down half troubled eyes of practical voice

too late strange head you cannot see snails rising.

All bearded in life’s sea monster

It came swimming you said thought it was behind wires

Body held playfully the surface boiling

The spring empty of water. 

Poem #44 Overripe

Breath need

Some smile wake

Like warm working will

Belly dancing campaign

Eyes windows

Skin marble shrine

Eat drunk delirious

Devour self-slow decay

Smile through wax matter

Athletic operator of loves call

Sordid peach 

overripe. 

Poem #42 Single men sometimes fall behind . . .

single men sometimes fall behind

trouble walking in front

guns begin anything you sees

take my fun rouge pickin’

a woman the wife of an ill omen

white with a ,lot of aggie sin

Older than me like a mother

ordered in a tidy life

buying yellow teacup

they play can’t wait to be lied about

give way to natural good hating

impostors to knaves the things you stood and built

one heap turn of your begging’s

a word your heat long hold

exile will virtue wake with common hurt

none too much distance everything more

flatten words with false promises

so to make mornings bright

and broken nights

fools broken worn out tool

dealt in lies

you can dream

every once in a while

pitch and toss off all your wings

hold on

if all men count. 

Poem #26 Soul: A Popped Balloon

soul: a popped balloon

fleeting as it loses air

hospitalized in promises,

heart separated from pleasure,

office crucifying the lord

extreme images of strenuous

leers lies a distinguished diet,

fed on one’s own gluttony

he calls for better view

risked losing eternity

a glimmering dream

a contract of a reward

eternal praise diminished

Poem #16 Shagging Distant Misery

Belief whispered shook her head

“You mustn’t

A million years you can change it

Can’t

Down again

What about us

I don’t know

Go on

This way

Destiny drunk by eight o’ clock

Bought a ticket

Couldn’t miss a go through her heart

Time come back telling me reason

She did that

Yes

You where there

I was there

 . . . telling me . . .

White gowned instant clamor

Pffft

It takes all kinds doesn’t it

Joking you were joking

Got a clever picture out of that

She’s never seen a thing like that

Only little boys

Good for her

Cause he don’t like people

Only little boys

Maybe in the light

She looked like one

This isn’t just something

You can tell stories about

Takes trips every afternoon

You have to be polite and introduce people

Why so hung up on a held out gun 

Poem 13# Blackwell Monograph

Chairman on to the bed

The marry misgiving action

Bagged problem,

At any time that suits him

Back screaming

Looks up at the ceiling

Everything comes out in the wash

Sooner or later. 

Poem #8 An exertion

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

Never feels the life leave: a smoked out ambition,

Never building a domestic project an urban fantasia

Never kicking out the busy cry of life’s conflict

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

Someone else’s project a masque epitaph beyond unpurged squiggling

today leaves still full of yesterday’s shades and shapes proud novelties

We are where we began- staring at opposing windows of the winking will

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

clear bawdiness indulged in haunted heaven of the moral law

Hankering clear smoking jovial well stuffed conscience

Hanging on nothingness of a little less

Poem #5 On centipedes crushed on the sidewalk

Tuffled mound, of vagrant plants of morality.

And the neglected ranky gray imagination

of misused misunderstood leisure;

on centipedes crushed on the sidewalk.

Coping stone of childlike misery,

overgrown ideas to haunt one.

In the tide of adult life,

like cobwebs purposefully hung,

to catch the consumer.

Flies caught on the glass door.

The procession of the mazy tangle ideas,

with no solution in the ghastly halls of the begot race.

Keyholes to the new century,

marked by hieroglyphic scenes of modern fantasy.

The rat like social channels of ideals-

Cookie cutter shapes to hide the nameless bastards

 meaningless rebellion of bees, that will not make honey.

And at the end cambers of awful speculation,

The antlike hope for end of the world phenomenon.

Embroidered at the gloomy entrance of stores

are meagerly paid people, already celebrating valentine’s day

 on the first day of the new year. 

Poem #3 Wasting Revenge

The awfully daily knowledge squeezed into plastic bottles

Put onto the sea.

Most people know an inspiration once

Fifty stars, bright white.

The little revolutionary built ships from leaves

But can’t remember to say hello.