surf

triskelion

progress and competition?
come on do we have to visit that again?
what some call progress i call poison.
i suppose the competition's over whose
can kill best. i hear arsenic tastes like almost.

we humans are a lousy bunch, scratching
our buttcheeks, scratching our bleedy heads.
if i can't get comfortable, why should you
kinda reciprocation. how's the cancer today dear?
how to go thru this in the over and out/

some say there's already cures for it. my gurl's
been told it's vampire bat blood. i keep
telling her no
that's strokes.

mr fabial paints his awning
white. mr pots has lined his
border with cypress mulch. the riding
lawnmower's vmuch like the 4 horses
we used to keep around for the apocalypze.
let's dance.











associated with migrations and independent movements



put on your red shoes and dance
beatles make her smile, but marilyn
makes her want to take a razor
and slit my throat. we're getting along
on some measure of peace
that aquiescence of the weaker provides.
we both know who that is. ppl
always sayin to me yr strong yr strong
what the fuck. i wanna cave.
right now.
now.
















migration. make me move
from here. i've no hold
on a natural state.
my windows are closed against
the settling
heat, stale smoke house. it's summery
torpidity, crackling lakes, a fireword
on jupiter. what promise could water make?
what is that word when bubbles come thru
water? spa. its flemish. a li'l gistory
from tresza . tresta festa fiesta
requestia. i'm mokey and molding into this same
stipend. why try to do the honorable thing?
there is no more honor. it's a chilvaric chalice
worn by a hedonistic chastity belt. water
comes for us all.

















ideaogram for house.
house. etymology
of a letter. H.jason wore it
to homecomeing. i know you're
watching and i don't mind.
i'm ophelia. the fish are biting.
no i don't know your boy
but i'm sure he was a fine young man
eyes blue as deaf mute tounge.
and bones. don't forget the bones.
the angular stop at the top of the temple
explodes in a ladder you climb
recursive, recanting all along the forced march
but i've been here before!

















in all cultures in all systems univeral

water.

i think we've located a truth, scottie.















in the svedish hobo system it means
angry dog.



she feels something vaguely
threatening above her, pressing but
there's no shadow. only a far away tune
she's heard before. she looses the dogs,
they slaver on crass legs and pontoons of braying.
cats are a course in independence
and they'll have none of it. they need her.
they speak away the fountain. she rocks
on the patio, humming== hair fey and disapearing
in the widening sun.