Rambo it lose on China hat road
where yesterday 3 caves were found


and Randy four wheeled himself to death
and I ran off out of gas

the skeletons up for sale

shoot orange shit sky high

near or almost on top of horse butte
for the sake of
target practice

on vile jackal-ope carcus

with the burst of discarded shells
brightening the noxious weed night
Chet grass on survivalist boot
scum bag
tossed
tow truck drivers cigarette
starts fire
100% tree mortality
disrupting a teenage beer bust

Saturday, April 17, 2010



Rambo it lose on China hat road
where yesterday 3 caves were found


and Randy four wheeled himself to death
and I ran off out of gas

the skeletons up for sale

shoot orange shit
sky high

near or almost on top horse butte
for the sake of
target practice
with the burst of discarded shells
brightening the noxious weeds
chet grass on survivalist boot
scum bag
tow truck drivers cigarette
starting fire
with 100% tree mortality
disrupting a teenage beer bust

for you
Ive nothing left but
shit Stories of Youth

map viewed from map
Shrinkingly distant,
brilliantly,
audaciously,
good map
so that
all know how
ive been possessed
by form so soft
and so fragrant
that my cloths were stolen right off the line
by movement brandished
from the bushes

hopefully
with a view

interesting enough
to stop the neighbors from gawking

this stormy youth and
rag tag
beginning
growing more cadaverous
the crime watching itself
manifest

trespassing
inches in front
of my silly nose

for you
Ive nothing but my
Story of Youth

viewed from a map Shrinkingly distant,
brilliantly,
audaciously,
good
so that
all know
ive been possessed
by form so soft
so fragrant
that my cloths were stolen
by movement
interesting enough
to stop anyone from speaking of
or grow cadaverous
watching the crime itself
manifest
inches away
from my silly
snotty nose

Just

The sharp task of identifying things

terrifys me

hard nosed mausoleum rejected

a month ago

this doesn't register in me

but annoying sleep in sharp sharp river

deepens now with the weight of spring

pick
picking on me


where dog shakes

lose burs

buying the murder weapon at the flee market

where you sir have reduced hill cathedral

too intense "noise machine"

fed up fine tuned processes process

years

Too do things

in the making

Confederate History Month

You can pick up the severed limbs
while I leave the candles lit

between the shrubs of your glamor-is mothers
plantation


so that late at night you can see the
flicker from your window
and come to me
rap tap
tap tap
rap tap
tapping

maybe trimming my beard

or borrowing my etchings of a
large swamp monster bayoneting
Confederate war criminals

i will enjoy going barefoot on the catkins
believing with all my heart
that honest Abe was a real Marxist

after tearing my radio apart
ill ponder what the high school jocks are doing in
the dark void of cornfields
surrounding the
wild blinking light
of the run down
cold war warning tower

How Sick we are

I cant pull myself away from the televisions critique

of our multimedia

speed communication

obsessed technological culture

and before leaving the house I had to let you know about

stranger

from thousands of miles away

through the world wide web

Ozark Vetrans Etc

ain't nothing good ever come outta Missoura

but southern patches of poplar ripe for the pickin

meeting my mother at noon to drop polka dotted roses on my horses grave

in the holler

see em again in that lumber mill central in the sky

where my marijuana grows like gangbusters

and I booby trap the perimeter

with skills i acquired in Vietnam