Latrodectus hesperus
We have no pitty
Pored out onto equestrians
outhouse
and smashed
No Abdominal pain
but with headache in toilet rolls
red hourglass Idled turnings of you
identified in books
on black arachnid
To coax you into bottle
Took patience
survived the cleaning only to appear
unscathed Inches before my two hands
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Trouble
Houses like this choose to wear
Either way suits us and or all of us
They want it
The house
Worn or not worn
“it” as in the tenants
Covered slithering smooth
regardless
The tenants are bound to be
Cursed
Imagine a tenant such as yourself without house but with poem
Aloof under
gutters
singing in the shower
Worn inside out or like slippers and robe in the gorgeous yard
With Easter lilies
Beat by Bubbles and stones thrown at siding
Family forlorn with like lost pets
Either way suits us and or all of us
They want it
The house
Worn or not worn
“it” as in the tenants
Covered slithering smooth
regardless
The tenants are bound to be
Cursed
Imagine a tenant such as yourself without house but with poem
Aloof under
gutters
singing in the shower
Worn inside out or like slippers and robe in the gorgeous yard
With Easter lilies
Beat by Bubbles and stones thrown at siding
Family forlorn with like lost pets
Monday, May 4, 2009
Salvage
Juniper junking
drowns
Words explain to me how Humboldt cut
Fade in with
bearded men in desperation
log me too
chop
before I become relentless
his oxygen bottle breaths and stretches
the magnetic crane clamps up the steal
effortlessly
I enjoy how it separates the metals from each other
The aluminum left below
The trailer left on the ground
Saturday, February 21, 2009
NEBRASKA CITY NEBRASKA
NEBRASKA CITY NEBRASKA
I am making maps
I don’t want to make no more maps of Oregon mama!
I want to make maps of home
I want maps of corn mazes !
and railroad tracks I’ve pissed on
railroad tracks I’ve given into stubbornly
houses I’ve drank booze in deservingly
Ill make these maps in my head one at a time
scratching my beardwhile the time continues accordingly
Im in no means consumed
By the carelessness of time
shapes appearing
recklessly
hanging on to these splints
I Organize them into packs
hoped to organized them into stanzas
while naysayers observed
but the gathering of needs i needed exemplified
in Februarys stale motionless depiction of Jesus’ s cross
In John Falter’s grand daughter Sierra's Kiss
amongst his down town glorifications
of Christmas time in Falls City
his jeep carrying Doug fir in the midst
Of the few fascists
Jews jews jews
Saved in the mid west
And I ponder its 200 years of existence
selfishly
while my German grandfather burry’s the bodies of Americans
gray hairs
during World War One
his whereabouts
concealed
not knowing what it means
to be a
torn up immigrant
by the light of day
parents marriage in poverty
by my parents churn of un human clamber
after one month of love
marriage failing at 39 years of artlessness
sick first year in Nebraska
sex ending in disparity
holding on
to nothing
hiding in Emmitt Kelly’s
antics
our children are
resorting
to these tree’s magnitude
and grandeur
exemplifying these trees I trust in
the Ozarks leaving us
Susan waiting for the dead
SUSAN where I was born
and driven home in mini vans
with my sisters concerned
Rolla Missouri
To the Willamette valley scattered
22 years
amongst
my wineries
and shame
where wilderness
on Christmas eve
comes bearing gifts in the morning
viewed by my friends as flattering
returning boys who murdered my next of kin
my dog buried
in the reservoirs
willingly sinking
climbing these steeples of our fathers churches
ignoring threats
and burgeons
of these three distant chimes of the catholic churches bells
old fishermen crucified by the
Joy in the world
solemn in thetelevisions glare
crucifix hanging between my V-neck
and my t- shirt’ s chest
where the burns I received on
Easter morning ruin my
drunken neighbors wifes ceremonies
and my fathers half assed attempts at reconstruction
are astonishing
romances half conceived ends
while money is laundered
by the stale glare of the hospitals
light poles
you poured your heart out
Through your window shades and glares
you told me you were a saint
sorry Your father was a recruiter
I too young too heed the call
For religion and or war
to young to hear
The guttural yearnings of
the hemlocks end job on Socrates
The Endless doubt of
Descartes
becoming my own
I am making maps
I don’t want to make no more maps of Oregon mama!
I want to make maps of home
I want maps of corn mazes !
and railroad tracks I’ve pissed on
railroad tracks I’ve given into stubbornly
houses I’ve drank booze in deservingly
Ill make these maps in my head one at a time
scratching my beardwhile the time continues accordingly
Im in no means consumed
By the carelessness of time
shapes appearing
recklessly
hanging on to these splints
I Organize them into packs
hoped to organized them into stanzas
while naysayers observed
but the gathering of needs i needed exemplified
in Februarys stale motionless depiction of Jesus’ s cross
In John Falter’s grand daughter Sierra's Kiss
amongst his down town glorifications
of Christmas time in Falls City
his jeep carrying Doug fir in the midst
Of the few fascists
Jews jews jews
Saved in the mid west
And I ponder its 200 years of existence
selfishly
while my German grandfather burry’s the bodies of Americans
gray hairs
during World War One
his whereabouts
concealed
not knowing what it means
to be a
torn up immigrant
by the light of day
parents marriage in poverty
by my parents churn of un human clamber
after one month of love
marriage failing at 39 years of artlessness
sick first year in Nebraska
sex ending in disparity
holding on
to nothing
hiding in Emmitt Kelly’s
antics
our children are
resorting
to these tree’s magnitude
and grandeur
exemplifying these trees I trust in
the Ozarks leaving us
Susan waiting for the dead
SUSAN where I was born
and driven home in mini vans
with my sisters concerned
Rolla Missouri
To the Willamette valley scattered
22 years
amongst
my wineries
and shame
where wilderness
on Christmas eve
comes bearing gifts in the morning
viewed by my friends as flattering
returning boys who murdered my next of kin
my dog buried
in the reservoirs
willingly sinking
climbing these steeples of our fathers churches
ignoring threats
and burgeons
of these three distant chimes of the catholic churches bells
old fishermen crucified by the
Joy in the world
solemn in thetelevisions glare
crucifix hanging between my V-neck
and my t- shirt’ s chest
where the burns I received on
Easter morning ruin my
drunken neighbors wifes ceremonies
and my fathers half assed attempts at reconstruction
are astonishing
romances half conceived ends
while money is laundered
by the stale glare of the hospitals
light poles
you poured your heart out
Through your window shades and glares
you told me you were a saint
sorry Your father was a recruiter
I too young too heed the call
For religion and or war
to young to hear
The guttural yearnings of
the hemlocks end job on Socrates
The Endless doubt of
Descartes
becoming my own
Friday, February 6, 2009
Genetics
upon leaving I fell ill
books and sunsets held against ones shoulders
deceiving
piercing blight before dawn
amongst 100 harvests
and attempts
failed at family gatherings perceived in tune
below and above floors
where grandfather once ate his dinner
solemnly
and peered out his window at what burdened him
and what would later burden me
books and sunsets held against ones shoulders
deceiving
piercing blight before dawn
amongst 100 harvests
and attempts
failed at family gatherings perceived in tune
below and above floors
where grandfather once ate his dinner
solemnly
and peered out his window at what burdened him
and what would later burden me
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Step brothers
your gonna have to borrow someone else
well i cant go anymore
to mountain tops
im bleeding
its really important
the dirt man
i just want to use it for a few days.
i'd even give you a key to our house
don't fret man
it's not my problem, and dont throw in my parents school
my priority is to not evolve my life in with the time your in and
around your secret places
Listen I know this was kinda rude and im sorry, but you're gonna have to think of something else, hell buy another bad one or two
that bad.......you can go ahead and get pissed but its not going to change the situation
in Kansas
well i cant go anymore
to mountain tops
im bleeding
its really important
the dirt man
i just want to use it for a few days.
i'd even give you a key to our house
don't fret man
it's not my problem, and dont throw in my parents school
my priority is to not evolve my life in with the time your in and
around your secret places
Listen I know this was kinda rude and im sorry, but you're gonna have to think of something else, hell buy another bad one or two
that bad.......you can go ahead and get pissed but its not going to change the situation
in Kansas
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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