bee pollen formed into little verbs

well, this will do i suppose
i miss the blonde chair you left me
but it's needed out in the living room
so, i'll use this couch i bought.
paid money for. as in cash.i have an office
now, as i did before i moved out on the ex.
i do yard work now. edging. weeding.
mowing of grass. i live in a quiet
neighborhood again. it came to a choice
of either this or the ghetto. coulda been
this and the ghetto. three lakes mhp.
i dunno. i feel guilty for moving back
to what passes for middle class now.
but i don't need to worry after all.
it's comin down it's comin down.
i think my art has died.

i stole this title from jack.
the beast line of this piece and i
stole it. i was glad to see him writing.
mine's like a dribble. i'm lost
without poetry to remind me.
lost in this palsied land o the burn
burn burbs. i leave a candle on
in the bathroom. waiting for a horror
story on the news. my own.


the power wants to say if this is the best
you can do, kill yourself. i say to it fuck u.
i mean it. fuck u. perhaps this is the best
i'm capable of at this point. energy depletion
of the hydrogen cells has caused my maneuvering
capabilities to falter. the ships goin down.
even my lover is tamed. tamed my lover. tamed.

his hair a black garden, undergrowther outer,
a cycle and a half to get to work. no sharp
bothering spurs to man him.
do you have it good
or am i just a pocket
you wanted to see.

there is an incompleteness on the spiral.
circle is not spiral. are u reading still?
the trepan experiment a lost traveler extant.
there are websites i don't go to often.
they are rabbity good. peter and his pankins.
i need a smoke. i always needa smoke.
sagebrush and melody.
spoon me river, forgive her
a latent belly in the sluice.


*

she calls again, she's breaking up
and nothing matters but this
love she cannot please.
i don't care where i go she cries
sleep under the bridge become
a crack whore. nothing
there's nothing worth living for
i want to make someone
happy but i just can't i've
tried and tired so tired
of it all. i know she needs
someone who loves her.
who is not her mother.
not her father not her
brother not a friend she needs
a lover. i can't help her
i don't know what to say
i'm struck dumb by the sameness
of the response, each time
the sweet is there to grab
and what do we pick? the rottenest.
the cottonest.

my eternal editor injects
biting sarcasm at the pace
the syntax of my wiring.
this writing thing is not
for the meek of heart
and mine is getting more
slavish daily.


the question is do i want sex
or do i wnt to continue this drivel.
sex would be nice.
that's what she said too
but it wasn't the right week.
too bad it's anniversary time.
leo. the ruler. mars in retrograde
and jupiter visible above the moon
in some parts of texas. heavy
metallic guitar melting from the speakers.
gas wavers above the pavement
making shadows in the setting sun.
she wants to end something.
there's a little bird
on a fencepost. she sights the laser,
pulls the trigger.


the inertial editor lets that one slide.
he uses no tools, makes no cuts
or suggestions. he's the filler. the thrilla
a manilla. and some kind of machine chop
coffee shop. ok, picnics for everyone!
nite.