sneaky pome
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
~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
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.