Friday, June 30, 2006

dreams of nina (title rev)

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i dream of nina in leather boots
eight legs and a red dress flamenco
nina in blonde and black. curls poking

from her batgirl mask. pointy
pouty lips, nina in my dreams
cuts her eyes over porcelain skin.
tattoos inside the girdle swing.

i dream of nina in a corset, white
with black laces. pantaloons, button
shoes. faces posed and poised she
holds a mirror and falls in.

ok

so this is the end of the world
as they sung it
rem dream spiltzzz open the nite
i see you lurking in realtime but i
am usually busy not just sayin hi
i mean chatzz you could be anyone.

i've gone the guardian uk and all i see is us news
alito court stuff. what's goin on in the world
or do they tailor all of it to fit
what i click? iow information geared
to my tastes. now how do i k now
what that is? i'm a crature or habit.

ok you wanted a story about she and the volvo


title is

lessons in bitch #29.

(not for beginners}

i buy a volvoe brand
new and it rattle
rattle rattle in steering
you know (motions with hands) taree monthss
after i buy it brand new
so i take in they put
grease so ok, rattle gone. taree
montzz later (three fingers
slapped into attention
inexplicably i think
of goebbels)
same rattle leenit
i am on autobahn!
i think i die! s0
i take in to dealer second time
they tell me grease i tell them
no!
is same problem as last time. you vill replace
zee steering mech an mech (vaugely vultury movements
of her skinny sharp arms
telescope
a
steering
column

i nod)

o vut iss thiss.... mechaneesum.
so, they tell me car is ready so

i go to pick up
is ten minutes
before closing and manager tell me
oh, sorry
come back tomorrow
i tell him
NO
you. vill. bring. my .car .to. me. now.

he nyeh nyeh with excuse meechaneek go home
garage is closed but i haf none of this
i am here before closing
you want i call
your boss(her voice
a dentist drill)?
this is service volvoe? finally
he
stomp
back
to
gargage
and start my car rev engine back up
pwong! pwong!
he hit garage door
and tear off my ..

my... (curves hand like a dactyl wing
bumpershaped, nods voraciously)
i tell him
you. vill. replace.ze. (nods voraciously
bumper, i interject).
NOW.

he say my mechanic already home !
you. wil. call. him. back. in.

we have no part in stock!

i step to showroom window and point
to cars. watch him with innocent
eyes(bats eyelashes, minces voice)
but look, sir, at all the new bumper
just there. i am pregnant woman
(elliptical sweep of the forearm)sir
and you haf damaged my car
is no my fault. you. vill. replace.
leenit i get home eight oclock this nite
but i haf my car(nods head,sharply,once.)

the sea monkeys were all in their beds

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naturally spanned lifetimes
extended by the cartoonists art.

brineshrimp castles
formed and subletted.
carbonated rue de angstrom
filtered up to the top of the aquarium
and burst.


()()()*














some days everything empties out.
it's not allways sunday.
satellite tug on my water.


tide pool clear to the bottom.
sea urchin prophecies.


the small waves of a breeze.
















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out there where our/my life
is meted in bait and pounds per test
will begin tomorrow. not true

that tomorrow never comes.
it only nevers if yr dead.

recluse? brown spider with a violin body.
sunday under the oaks. a sheer pink
veil between the sidewalk and the double bed.

if i lived in a cardboard box
in florida i might not freeze.
i keep projecting my body there.
the astral pushes me back.















888



today
the laundry is :
partially folded
crumpled, and clean, and dry in a basket
cumpled and clean and dry in the dryer
wet and clean in the washer, cumpled a given
smelly, crumpled and dirty on the floor

crumpled is the vector set.
your brain's pattern as it folds itself
around memories. yours.
mine is smooth. ironed.
just roll the matchbox mustang
down the empty hallway.
these lines the interstice pluralled
but no divisions otherwise.


as soon as groove begins to form
i smoke it out. polish it down.
worry it until my father becomes a stranger
that never hurt me. how love
is able. how. the point razor sharp
slices into muscle and never bleeds.
just a slow leak of what animates.



i'm not more melancholy than usual.
if i saw a flightless bird
i'd still ask it to sing.
doing ok. you know.
sunday and maybe you feel like company
and maybe you don't. either way is fine.
whatever the day brings.














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i dont' remember anything before the gasp
i woke up and now i'm breathing.
you tell me i'm a king in a kingdom.
you put me in a peasant's dress.
all i know is there is water
and the weight of your wishes

this pillow is so soft
will you tuck the sheets
and turn out the lights?


owch
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that burn i got last week?
maybe it's infected maybe not.
they won't tell me over the phone.

i've been called around the plant
all morning. my quality boss is gone
they'll have to go with my decision.
which of course is not good enough.

stephen colbert spoke at the white house press corps.
whose head did the org slice off after that fiasco?

sometimes a bolt come out of the past
and knocks you on your ass. prophecies coming true.
did i write that or i am i dreaming
now or then
the edge of what passes for madness.


what fractal alignment is trying to speak to me now
chameleon jumps on a rainbow

and hy isn't amuddah deported yet.
why is he still in jail.
why ppl don't get curious

"the fbi's standards of innocence are different
than a jury's "


president bush has broken 170 laws
why isn't he
in amoudah's place?
democracynow.org/
stephen colbert speaks to the white house
press corps. for a little comic relief.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

sneaky pome
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~ok so you put the pot here
and then tack it in at the two tabs
remove the fixture and viola
the stem fits.~

so he sez. mechanical problems
in the theorhetorical universe.

you have no idea how working with such small
parts can change your point of view.
i can now lip read the conversation of ants.
my eyes are focused on the first iteration of a fractal.

everyday i come in buzzed
and busy till break. then i come down.
all i want in this place to stay
occupied while i perform the wage dance.
i want to coerce sensitivity from electronics.
synchronize with your modulation.


my house of weed
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first it started with the yellow ones,
they were so ...canary then fluzzy
how could i say no? i blew them onto
the compost then did a tango
said a langpo roped durango on a steel pole
the pumpkin vines curled up
we called to jack hey!
your beanstalk's in my peanut butter!
no answer. there are those who
suspect he hit the morning
glory seeds too heavy but i like the way
they purple in your dewey eyes
as windows or absences. at any rate
when it ws time for the plumbling
we used lotus stems in specially imported
ganges water. then the lace, white of course
and queen anne wanted it only in her room
whatabitch. sensimilla kitchen. salvia for the telly.
we took the lion's paw carpet all the way
up the mountain, then a crown of thistles
whistled to the sandspurs who promptly
began the business of a mortgage.

$

have decided you can't hide but still
i don't wanna publicise. i guess if you found me
you found me...forgiveness is always an option.


%
deja vu, petalled through nothing
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so you sit up in bed explaining
that you were drunk when you asked

if i'd join you and her in a domfest
as if you didn't hear at all

the things i said about feeling inadequate
and the way this love i keep building

is made from spun sugar crystals and melts
at the first drop of water

i have to start spinning it all over again, again
and the way you move your arms

a conductor weaving music from air
and the tone of your voice jets over

what i'm trying to say, again but more as if
i must have dreamed this because i wouldn't

be having this same conversation again, again
i mean
not if we've already discussed it once, right?



tired dogs in the streets of curepipe
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in front of the door to a cafe
which serves the best guarapa
in the village they sit
like the buhdda
statue sits, near the ocean
with lolling tongues
this is how we know
they're tired.

plenty of rats in the streets
crust of overdone pig
hunger is not an issue. bristle
and knotted eyes on the watch
for another tourist to rub
ankles with or some thing to which
they could be loyal. masterless
they wear cowboy scarf collars
stolen from nearby clotheslines.

it is not widely known
they are cousins to dingos
and read with bemused pride
of infants, disappeared from the bush.
the bush. wag tail
and hindquarter signall they know all
about the bush. they look at us
with heatwave for eyes. bark ayers rock
when we open the door to the cafe.
i would offer them sleep but they'd only take it
from a gun.


forming notes
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i came into work and promptly
wrote a poem in the air.
how to become a productive
member of society or congrats
yr already there. you know
i wish i could be happy with a
disney existence. but the plasti
c doesn't go with my nails. iron
ic isn't it, that all the years and
we're still sharecropping









the lakes disappear down
a hidey hole and we want
public money to restock
the gun club. yes, it's all ducks
and mirrors but they're our
ducks. you can keep the circus
where cirrus clouds join with
marie antionette pirouettes-
headless but fashionable.









i can only talk to you in metaphor
nothing is the way i write
i came to this country with high
hopes and a work ethic. i got it
poeted out of me in the glare
from the all night diner, my third
job from the sun.



live pet psychic on the phone
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first off he says his name
isn't rusty. that's why he won't
come when you call. yes, he

thinks it's impolite that you
never asked him. i'd ask him now
if what you want is a good

relationship. ye es, he told me
but he wants you to ask. of course
he understands english. dog? huh, that's another

issue but i tried to explain to him that humans
are pretty much tone deaf. can't understand
anything without labials and fricatives. vowels

are just there to soften the teeth. what? o
well, don't let on i told you or he wont' trust
me anymore and trust is implicit in the pyschic

bond. it's jonah. yes, like the man in the whale.
o you'd be surprised at the extent of a dog's
religion. but now of course, he knows i told you.

yes, that's fortunate. you might actually be smarter
than he gives you credit for. ok, listen, just
walk in the kitchen and fill his bowl and ask him.
don't call him jonah till he tells you.
....
....
....

yes, i'm still here. you have 7 minutes
of your half hour still. o, that's a minimum charge.
of course you can go over! silly.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

abortedcountdown reset

gag
why do i keep thinking
that when he says he'll change
that he'll change, that when
he says he'll try, he'll try.

i keep believing it.
but it just doesn't hold water.
right now he's into me to the tune
of 300 bux. i need to just write
that off. he says he's starting
a job soon. time is so relative.
soon for him could mean a couple
of more weeks. by then, i'll know
if i got the home. by then his
lack of concern over any of my concerns
will be so etched into my brain that
i will be relieved when i finally do
get rid of him. cuz i'm going to.

suzi sez he's so cute. looka those
beautiful eyelashes, those perfect ears
that round ass. she snuggled him
all morning loathe to rise
but finally i hadda go to work.

i was hoping while i was there
he'd do the kitchen to show me
he was trying. but no. i come home
and the kitchen looks just like it
did when i fell asleep last nite.

i made the boys clean it
but i'm tired of this shit.
add to that his little exericise in
humiliation on saturday, the
will you ask your friend the dom
to dom me request, the 300 dollahs,
the quitting the dishwasher job before
he had another but after he had spent
every goddam cent i gave him back
on his rent advance, the slow and sloppy
way he looks for a job each and everytime
he looses it, his bullshit outlook
on personal responsiblity, and that
slap in the face the other morning
which he says he was sleep slapping right?

i mean, what the fuck is the matter with me?
i go on lava to bitch men out. i bet
fuck it i bet he went to meet up with that vocalist
and forget about goin to steak n shake.
i'm such a goddamn fool. look, the shower head
can give me everything he's giving me
except snuggles and the pretense of love.
only one of those two things i'll miss
but even that one's getting real old b/c
it's more like a boa constrictor than a lover.

sigh. i think that love is overrated.
i'll give it a 3. what's five he asks?
orgasm. never had a bad one. always a five.


lust over love? well, just keep yr head on.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

glad u got it figured out

so it was all about ideals or i deal
you in, hey nigga? i tell you how i be
i come to your house with a .22 tell ya blam hello
when u answer the door. calvin call me black
sittin right in the same bedroom we fuck in puttin
down how he got the score an it aint no
mutherfuckin blow up shit. then he cuts
the blunt, rolls up miami weed fine and cocaine laced
oh but it's ok cuz he sprinkle it on the leaves while they growin
and calvincallmeblack say that fuckin manager keep
fuckin with me i'ma take a can o gasoline and pour it on his car
then fsshsstttt, he don't know nuthin
and you
decide to follow your principles when you find out that
corporate prick was gonna use you to fire someone
and that someone this minority man, florida boy
did time in alabam wham crazy mad dishwashin foo
and the water washes over the corporate jeans
you hate the corpoate cap soaked with more grease
than the corporate drains where methane bubbles late at nite
waitin for a match.