March 27, 2014

appetite

what    s happening, in the thin street
whatever it may be, he's cleaned up
he's a man now jack, hard and sharpened
but rather what holds him to such ideals
nothing worth, at this time, reflecting on

the awning was yellow, dirty from the long winter
makes me think of her hair, a dirty blonde
in the setting sun she sat facing west
I, east
   the tailbone   pressing the soft leather
      to absorb what could be from the still sleeping
      earth, wet
dirt patched w/ yellow grass, also dirty
what is this if not sneaking
  I stood musing
vulnerable, pouring what jokes I muster
the last time I told someone about FS

if He's really truly dying,
     how can he have such appetite
     to eat chicken wings?

the moon is a bowl this evening
overturned covering a die star
  no one hears the rattling
  nor will they ever be able

I love my small band
of brothers
today it is one of their birthdays
I write Neil a dear note
think about him and his life for a solid
minute or two
a ride again on the 7
the floor of a JC apt
then go back to work

whatever laid in me in yr room
     bit my lip with a mold of yr teeth
   it felt fake, dry, and unsatisfying.

doo hoo

if you keep passing me by, you'll have been to the far enough side.
by virtue, have the courage to go forward
to be unreal at times, to be a deadened pan of dust
she cuts her eyes at me,
           I have no name for it, for her (last ),
           but she was a thick jawn and she had
           at least it appeared some semblance of understanding
           but at last my self could not escape still
           am I perfect?

there are only sounds and roads to nowhere
there is no life if you'd imagine it to be
the energies emerging is profitless
and nobody should be surprised by that
I've read myself a half-dozen times already
and still could not figure out the present illusion
doo hoo hoooooooooo --
                                         it stays still
                                                in the bed
                                                    freezing
                                                               the hard soles
                                                               of a heel of a
                               in to be healed I take it to damn tasks boy
            where were you ever in the field?
            making good observations?
                                                          being a scientific being
                                        without the need for the systematic
    cataloging of rocks not native to this region
of North America? I'm down to the last of my power.

life still exists. I have no hand in it. no faults.
just here to say that the beginning and the ends, to whatever
they may lie, grow long. I'd take them both as one in the same.

but if it ends here
what herbs will grow

take a stroll throu
the cotton crowds today
in the cold center city

had a physical exp. this morn
it is easier
make those sun-lit addresses to me and
      no one else

I watched and became impatient.

hd

having eaten      I am released
having eaten,     I am released
type slower, more forcefully
fucker . . .

forget whatever airs we had
y'know I felt that the interest, to put it plainly, was there
later, after the revelation, it ceased to put out
      that magnificent energy that a woman's gaze
      -- in regards to the bed, shit's rickety and should
        be scrapped for firewood
tell me, how much do you pay and how often do you pay for it?
if you slow down, you'd hear me whisper
the way Kevin did, my childhood friend
he'd say everything twice, once
    he'd say it aloud, to you and I, the second time,    in
        almost deep reflection, to himself.

if there is no hunger here, I'd bid my farewell,
the walks were good, for the legs, and legs are connected,
as you know, through the networks of veins and arteries,
to the heart, which you know, is connected to the
                   brain which mysteriously lays it all out
like a rug slowly creeping under the leg of a couch
my brain too overlaps my heart, what data have you for me today?
     why, it is almost absolutely necessary to tell the truth
I wouldn't know how to describe it otherwise
what frustrated me the most
was that I did not believe I would
ever inhale every bit
of yr room again

least I found the hidden compartment, like a bloodhound
I    left my last memory as a mope
and trotted off, thinking of only writing
and reading it to myself, my own processes
     but I thought to have felt free and robust
     been keen enough all this time to know what is
the inspiration, without the call, the text,
the half laughs,
      what content bounds away from my memory
unable to ever become a ghost on the next page
it appears rather so
  I am a tower of purity
the thing nature made to make pictures of nature
I gather all my scientific training to the top of the
hill, half-raised, half in deep sadness,
in which alone can find most anything worth
dying -- it is connected to
it is a jump in this microscopic marriage of form
and imagination, unencumbered,    gold.

creation

these few, moldering poems, what was once
the planet
                 Earth,
          library of Alexandria
         which had led us into space

but man, that ramen, drank of the broth
like a Pharoah
on his true message
studying the entire cosmos
you are intricately connected to this fat feeling
you are as bright as a star

He told his King a rule
to speech, geometry
the saddle of brains
earth-centered universe
brewing up
     
                      the Last Light of the library
                   after all. she ahems behind me.

I sat in a zoo in sub-Saharan Africa
building up my collection of books.
Ships docking, searching for
contrabooks

books
       from the ships, contained in its ink
 scrolling waves freighted, the papyrus
     is the origin
                      of our word

what happened to all those books? disintegration
   where in the brown room
I rediscovered living    facts about my self
  warm and some sky
  all creations                   the watch-makers of Earth
now only  difficulties      of the Earth Free Inquiry
                                                Now nearly 13 billion
                                                  to the astonishment
                                 to everyone during a rag time new year's collective
some 15 billion, check, 15 billion
The local history of you and I
   each month each year
100,000 seconds w/ you.

five poems

all kings and battles and migrations the fearsome flu
           what a fucking legacy, don't squander it on just
              self-destruction, what is here and now
      I'd get into it, the second episode.

It was the pilot.
It was in the Beginning
find one that works, a drip
         in space sink
         time, ticks
sounds taxing in the corner of the
       ceiling.


---


The Rose of Furniture Cats In a
      Glow of snowballs
      raging for perhaps
         billions of years
        some grave figure fosters
           awaiting exploration.

---


He was as drunk as his legs.
Anyhow she answered.
watch out !
he'll sting you


---


I got a queer hunch about that girl.
Chinese court astronomers executed
    for making inaccurate predictions.


---

in my longing I pretended to find satisfaction
why change, hold two newspapers, suppose
you're also vague
also in disagreement
a riding, writing accident to my twin
how could we have such profoundly different fates
the rising of teeth and alien influence
came a lot closer than I was comfy wif.


               

                                                            the trivial waves of pseudo
                                              science      our planet is
                                  under   the influence

La Casserole

the stars remind me
of a simple

A Celestial
bureaucrat
licking his cloud-like paws
                shaped like clouds, even, smells.
           didn't even have the damned thing in place.

             I should stop for tonight.
         I've had enough.

3 mo poems

this all smacks too much of God
this humanist literature
last what I thought it was. It wasn't!
  some things they've drawn you in with, such as self-help
such as love, such as knives and fingernails
there in the back God appeared, by name, of course himself
leaving me with now a useless copy of lists

how much I depend on them.
I called again the other day, made no progress.

---

I've since written to you
last night I dreamt I wrote
a breathtaking letter
in which I elaborated on my actions   the meanings
    and then articulating, in Olsonesque fashion
        clearly my thoughts of you and
    I ran the words through my  lobes
   a few times for good measure, thought, Yes.
          will certainly draft this in the
                        morning, pronto!
       This poem is what became of it.
         and the reluctance on my part
       to see you a third time
           settled in

---

I hear the two doors opening and closing,
outside it is snowing again, can you believe it
but of course you could, lousy smarch 23rd ---- 25th
no man can understand the lousy nature of his emotions
   could, then again, just I
 I smell worn wool, insides of leather boots
aluminum beer
ten dollar bills

inflation

using standard copy paper
on a typewriter, especially with how hard
and deliberate I type
creates ghosts of poems on blank
pages -- ghosts of ghosts hard to decipher

I'm holding a lot of money in my hand, smell my socks
look at the cow chew toy, and think of whether or not Juliette
decided to push making the copies by Thursday because
       she thought it was a, cold, b, time to get drunk in her bathtub
   or c, had to use the toilet after the somewhat spicy meal we had
salt-baked squid, scallops with peppers
seafood hotpot, also spicy
I told her I wasn't Korean when she handed me the spoon for my rice
picked up my bowl, and proceeded to paw food into my maw

as last, spring is here, and like you thought, sir
men's hopes have returned!

wonder what background is present in her blood
today I cut an article out of the science and technology section
of a ny times that I stole from wawa
regarding the gravitational waves that the Bicep2 had
discovered. the image was like a pock-marked lasagna
artificially colored of course for sake of understanding
the contours of an invisible force, now
       not so very invisible
       pondered about it, after reading
       but for most people who do not doubt
that the existence of the universe came,
       erupted, the Big Bang
       rang, man, whatsitall about?
       this is just in theory
    and provides clues as to how inflation may have
    really occurred, that we were birthed out of a speck
   which is too large a term, even, for it
        I propose tacking it up on my wall of my desk
take a look at the black lines that are placed
to illustrate the fluidity and movement
of that ancient residue
shit was beatmania

gimme

Even in the fast lane
a car must pull away
and to do
plastic contained
     lunch, it forces you
into the heat of
all day.
Smoking and
turning your head
away.
saving fire bone
technique
don't sweat it
I fan myself w/ a
pack then inject
it.
Three Logan Squares
a popular and
accessible place for
lunch, lookalikes
pounce
stones and fountain
shoot always up
while wind nudges
them in every
direction.
Erastosthenes, what
a genius!
        to have roughly determined the circumference
of the Earth w/ the
help of someone --
strong legs he must've had --
to walk from Alexandria to Cairo
w/ only an obelisk
to rely on? and
the size of his sandals.
I'd walk in this heat
and couldn't determine anything.
pull out my phone and google it
                                                   perhaps.
Oh and how to write poems tomorrow?
w/ Avi for lunch?
at a place of my choosing, he says,
       yr call.
I'd have it all, man
if you're buying.

'Revelation'
Have yrs now
says ad.

No skateboards or pets
says sign.

I hate that little fucker,
says cunt.

What a joke, how
stylized.
       how library spoke
   read those once and
           still reflect on the high line girl.
               drinking a tall
               beer by the tracks
               there.

And snapping the
neck of her shirt back.
   so brazen I was,
    still am,

shouldn't be saying too
much at the end of
the day --
             remember
              we're doing this to help people! help
                    people!

funny enough --
this man across from me
looks like Frank
                O'Hara.

3 poems from journal

Never had a
chimney
would have nothing
to do w/
black chimney
on which hangs
a photo of
my grandfather
that doesn't exist
he's gone away
that was ages.
I've pages.

---

Tip Brother Duck
for another swell cut
and two ladies
who wash,
scratching massage
two bucks

Cantonese banter
Chinese drama
on the screen
another wounded
official and his
concubines
w/ none at ease
    ouch!
    wash wash
colder water on my knees,

a girl further on in
a red cap
I write of her
does she of me?

---

her music
keeps her rockin.
her demeanor
mild. little
halo of internet
powders her cheeks
       on gliding
       chair I
purchased for 17 dollars
sidewalk sale --
    benedict that day,
I'm sure.
coffee
rare how it seems even
                to get coffee
how bout that
days rock to


big game

as much as anyone else
big game for a
        box
      fucking
         jump

Holes...
in my ribs
that's all right

what blessings in bounces
         fill ankles
flare up.

              We never bothered
              We ate out of
               thin steel pots/pans

soups --
      hair in chlorine
in water
in Puerto Rican sun
in a car fire shower
in yellow boxed dirt
where cried rivers of
urine
all those first years
of
    Quyen motion
        chuh.

four days in
so soon    I lounge fisted
wagging my shell of
ahead,
cuttlefish brains
                practical
and sorry to hear
all each day the fish
               to struggle back

pal!
       toes fist
I breathe in deep
a barrel breath
licking my hand,

the man so handsome
got to feed and shelter
all these jarred luvs
                 pickles,
horseradish capers
each year operating for
some made friends, natives
back to Philadelphia present
what was my friend's story?

bronze snow I heard.
Shorty died right there in
the shape of a ball
Actors! all game

that there
      is
what tradition is that
being on a laptop
being on a sofa
animals catching everyone's
        including her
                             attention
which is priced
blubbering fatty in
shameless exposing of

bright pink garlic
hot mouth over
                 clover

superstitches
small snow
fattest faucet
no drop as
         sweet
at least she
sits in the house
these days
         I don't want
         to remember.

contact

I long for the company of my friends
O fuck how I long!
I take on
characteristics of you
and in a shuffling gait
stare at the tips of my boots
crunch a stick that wouldn't lay flat
perfectly flat on the ground.
Lay flat, I thought, twisting my toe into it
watching it splinter with joy.

Lamplight is warm,
halogen? Not sure, is it white or yellow?
Funny to see the separate companies that Siemans
   used to be comprised of. This was the age of
       electrodynamics
or radios and generators (batteries were being dumped in favor
       of the generator in terms in profitability

        it did not spread like wildfire
        but then again, it's all the same.
        If I held a mirror up to my face,
        rode that wave of light
        I'd expect, as anyone, to see my reflection
        as any regular ol' day, and be unaware
        that I am moving
        until I look outside,
                    outside see
                 the couple hand in hand as the man,
                     griped about how she made him miserable.
                  They gripped each other.

new hat

Got my writing hat on!
bronze blood rust type a color
knitted by dunebuggy, what a lovey dovey
love my sis, and love this hat!

Kept me warm today during my walk home.
I went to Down Dog for the first time and got coffee,
slightly sour.
As was I, of course, usually am I
seems like the past few weeks have been particularly awful to me.
I didn't get the raise I deserved, I felt, they
threw management phrases at me, to boost my confidence
and gave me homework. I didn't want to do it, I said
give me the papers I'll sign them, sure.
I signed my name in triplicate
and sealed myself for another year.
Like having a king's scepter, didn't feel the need
to ask for anything else.

Today I gave her my contact and was done with it all.
I don't think I have the emotional energy to do it all again.

Today I re-read Bill Williams, as Pound's wife called him
at the office, sprung out during lunch to a bench at One Logan
(or is it Three Logan) to jot down some poems. I ate
                  beets
      it stained my shit and piss
      reminded me

Sean, how you doin?
Hope all is well.
Shoes break
even while walking
a month or two
return policy at Zappo's
might not hold up.

March 22, 2014

Local poet nuzzles light beam
through the rectangular window of the door
at Cherry St. Tavern.
I can smell oyster mush-
rooms and onions in the other room
I should perhaps stop writing, eat something.

March 18, 2014

didn't write much of anything this evening
had an old-fashioned case of the giggle
prefer the word yall because it ain't
gender specific   wondering more
than the manufactured taste of Doritos
branched out atop a copy of MGS

    (the scholar unknowingly wears
     a haphazard beard of ink, nibbling & playing
     with the hairs

     of his
     brush
     dreaming.
no sense to argue
I laid on my back
played my favorite film
on my then hand-held
w/ you w/ the lights out
in the late afternoon, I'd have her stuff the door we used
a rag a bit of old curtain with the pale blue marbling,
and the warbling of the evening star as it approached just coughs
it sustains the high, I have my neighbor Bernie in mind.

As it pings the incense tip licks light patterns, they are shaped as waves
they too warble silently.
 I inhale all of that space, that air even
the absence of it




grateful for all
of my coconuts
in the basket
when I climb down
I do so slowly

March 16, 2014

Playing Baseball in FDR Park

I stretch and feel the sinews of
my muscles pop.
I caught hardly any
fly balls on Saturday,
     
                 the Wind
               carried scents
               of my friends.


3.16.x

My gums blistered many times over, ordered
the dac biet, which I hadn't finished, she
had to remind me to eat, at the very least, the meat.
I had written about the fact that my place was disappearing

as a romance develops, others, like the moon of last
night, like my body, here, that which I tell myself is lasting.
Moreover, I seldom get the answers I need to hear.
This afternoon I got the mail and wondered if it was

personal. What two tails that came after me then would expect
something from me now? I did not finish my plate, did not
ask to bag it up, hadn't the stomach for fish roll.
I sulked, all the nutrients from a cigarette, I called

 
             him,
             for whom
             I

             had many words,
             wheezed,
             accepted
             it.

             What
             knowledge will lead
             you to bear some
             final fruit

             of joy?
       

March 12, 2014

3.12.a

our vet thinks two to three kilos
can sit inside mariah's uterus, okay?
so don't fuck around.
And now? One's available without one.
Discover light & fit Greece
in the cup of Dannon.
This is your party.
Party City ad came on,
didn't you used to work there baby?
Oh, no, that was Party Stop,
like a small town version
of Party City. You used to draw snowmen
on the windows during the winter.
How math thematic.
It isn't likely that Nelly has
never had cereal before,
nor has ever seen a honey wand.
-- easy, that's a quick release, champ.


   it's alright, they're here about mariah
Was she stolen for cash? Poor city horse.
How many other people in this world right now
are waiting on test results?
How do I feel about mariah?
Who else from your firm did you see that night?

Those you've just met, now leaving?
like the life of that horse?
she was a stable buddy's buddy.
they used her body
to smuggle drugs.

3.12.d

the massive T-Rex at the
greater philadelphia expo center
unlimited dino-rides
live in OAKS
discover the dinosaurs.com

3.12.e

it is 7:23 pm,
just watch out.

3.12.f

both pens misrepresented, I had read the old poems
long in the chance, ha, of smelty! you mean!
           as in the red hot pit it goes
            yet who had liked it, Candy, yes,
            ( she hid behind a
             sheet of Beijing Tuttle II, I remember
              now, she had purchased it for me
              through a friend
              who was to take a trip to China

             only now I have learned that Marco Polo brought back shit
              cardamom in his pocket perhaps,
              you look up and six pearls roll onto the floor
              followed by a trail of bright-red blood, bluh! shudder

the damned thing ain't ready to be drained
it sits red on my face,
the sink reads time for bed
am go now, am nap
like droning
it's dripping, in fact and is
  driving me a car
 up the wall

tell yr doctor
yr medical history
for a body in motion
take fucking celebrex

novae

I'm no historian
but these are fence markings!
They came from Plymouth
Truck of the Sea
in it this sick spiraling bellow
dolphin jet supernovae
observe a gamma ray burst
(from afar as afar as afar)
that is not CG
known to have been,
 be
  aware of that 'have',
the brightest event known to occur
in the universe as I sit
belly rubbing away the metal
of a belt buckle
itself a glimmer



hot compress

hello there.
just a hot compress
here on my face
thinking of other things
does a caterpillar have corners
can it crawl like time
and all else demanding to be taken
seriously

dunebug

"T.M.I., Mr Ledin, T.M.I.
 You know what that means?"
my sister said, she was stuck a little late
after work on a call
and I sat on a little file cabinet
on wheels to listen,
also while picking up PRISM
(vers. Mint), which the Maryland team
would soon be using, in fact
what everybody will be using.

(The man wound up eligible for both
LIHEAP and PACEnet. )   We got the hell outta there.
On the train I sat at a right angle to her,
 being on her left.
 I watched her pinch her nose
  gently a few times
   as if forming a little hill
            of springy clay
the blood returned with the color
they are the same,

The distance between Ellsworth-Federal
to Tasker-Morris is noticeably shorter
than the distance from Lombard-South
to Ellsworth-Federal

I nudge her
goodbye

March 11, 2014

Easiest person to fool is yrself,
again, please do not think that I am suggesting
any parallels, lucky enough to get the position I've got.
When I arrived in 
Philadelphia, brilliant.

He,
     an engine
what levels in him
what certain energy
which wasn't right
to alter the stone.  
           
           Forever jealous, for now he had my equation
at Feltonville Horn there were a graffiti of galaxies
for a scruffy pair in the back.

I'd rather
 lean on him.
For every
 particle in nature
there is a particle 
that has an opposite charge
same mass.
All your posts show up as " <3 <3 <3 "
when drunk do not post on fb
instead write a poemss
yeah, not yes, but yeh  yeh  (American way)
older British generations couldn't get used to it
couldn't find fascination in the beatles
me neither, said Me Neither,
going along with going against opinion
so what do you like about Paul McCartney?
well, I wrote about him in a poem of mine.

Jymie Merritt on (b),
Art Blakey on (d),
Wakey wakey, (q),
(w) expects you to come.

solo

Wanna step back while I take my solo?
Okay well I'll step back a bit
can you jump how can you jump
with no heart in the knees
you know, blood?  give  it  to  me  now
ever since my fall from the h.o.r.s.e.
my gaeng feeling the same, ahem!
This man came in with the watts,
the stacks, the cats, cat-tins, crunches
junior envelope stuffer bugs out
he got drunk, went the fuck in there
and got the hugs out
indeed, misrepresented overall

  beach
for shore

that's a fishing.
Or was it the giant men in town?
You can't dance
away with the answer
I'm in grass.

A ST

Holy holy is the place,
that had risen
 that the space
I had smelled under yr breath
which, when expelled, held
the line my words trace

only then to hate it again
in time,  due, undue,
    deep expense
I'd ruin it over for her or him
In any event,
was a rough worker

in the streets
young black Bryan
(finding out years later
that he was gay)
traded me coach cards

Because I wanted them
because, that     hardly a

                     fight a scruffle
                      of leaves in fall,   in grey
                      tussled with some kid
                       on the opposite team

Kasmir Zysk exclaimed
that I had heart, I had heart!
it lasted a whole two minutes
yardage gained: zero

The coaches shake the sky
    ( I had really no need for such a thing as football cards
     they were fun to trade and collect) until
until

white internet
that space, again, where I found him
light dribbled driveway it was somewhere
where? Elkins Park?
I   like a fool

In everlasting clarity
Bryan and Khong appearing
on the porch of the house in Feltonville
4802 A St, asking
can Quyen play?

March 9, 2014

yeh, let's go buy cigarettes
sunday is a funday
see the senator
biz caz and shit
on munday

dark ass guacamole
i'm watching her chop
tomatoes like holy moly
stop stop safety first

can't help but interfere
otherwise be on the couch
writing to my dear
friend


there is writing
then there's a pizza 
being made
go journal that
go on and squish that pie
drum taps of a knife
hee-hee-heeing
me you no no no
did not even notice the drink
placed down in front of me
and as i watch
check her phone
green flowers in dirt
the blemishes,
Hosono la la las
la la las

March 6, 2014

paperback scrawls gives
 me many resources to draw from
the man without a jacket,    in this cold?
and a second man, coming  to bum a cig,
    two bums in a row
   a Sean in a seat,  a Nicky at the disco-barn
all of their   malfunctioning spaces   lay

discovered a hair
 line crack in my cast
  iron skillet

thought of Amy's travels


     (the gentler
       asian elephant
        on the off
          white sack
           held together
            w/ red twine)


thought of Fran stocking drinks for John C Reilly
(guy likes juice, her own efforts, fiery)

thought of Tim's dog-beating sauteeing
 
      (I haven't dreamt of the man
       brother we all have faces to put out
       & sides to play
       You've made extra fish!
          extra fish!

thought of Sean's sadness
     (the great quiet
       I shared with you)

thought of Nicky's nuisances
(contra pasta
 she's 18
she's 19)

Paul's posture
chest bared against
the sunset  (all else classified)

Thinking of Neil
in a Chinatown,
any Chinatown.

sucked in air at the edge of that high
school his death running through my
mind,

good actions,
what else would a hero drip
i haven't read anything
i haven't read anything

close to you, close to you!
all proper grammar for you!
mebbe somewhat, those eminent musicians
wail on w/ giggles

wonder how she feels in her skin
if it ain't lovely
you're fuckin' around
let him take what he wants

what I worry about is what I've got
last evening
                     (after work I came home
                      took a shot of granddad, smoked,
                      listened to Harry Hosono & Tin Pan Alley)
I saw you.

I am in
constant fear
of losing
my friend,
                    (would you
                      have all this?)

a man who does not flicker
an encampment near the river,
I am lost in the familiar!
Let's get going now
before the sun softens




March 5, 2014

must there
be love
in this
stir
I stir
w/ the
wood spoon

the crisp apple pear
slice in my mouth
slowly pressing
rivers

tinged
w/ garlic

it's just the fan
she held out her hand
not really hot
have i
wronged
you?


she stuffed
the poems
in a folder
between
the records


do you
think of
me?


Unscared, still I take precautions
there are no dead men here
with my love for him I was so compelled
to keep the image of his hands
tightening the knot of his shinto attire

afterall, am damn frightened
we treat each other's destructive behavior

but tonight
of all nights why this
                      why flashing when nothing
                       is there , want to do
                     

March 4, 2014

writing is pain, man
got this papercut on
the tip of my index


put the foam tape up
blocks the
wind alright, alright


yomch yomch
how ya doin bebe? add
oil!


hope you like fried
chicken baby
lul!


yo yall writin' so strong
great face, good bod
but it's what excites me
that irks me, hur hurr
take a deep breath
listen to World Standard II
under the helm of the great
Haruomi Hosono

Tin pan tempeh,
you could be hurt by Temple
which gave me no life but words
I was sitting on the --

(I tried googling temple campus maps/overhead
but fuck you'd think they'd have a hi-res pdf

she was an Indian
I wore my Eagles sweatshirt
her eyes were so bright!

March 3, 2014

I get so entranced by the draft I
         forget to keep writing what's the book for
         what silent broad
          casts,

I will write to her
         in some time slice
         she embodies all that,
     
I grew up w/ the presence of divination
in Chinese society, so
I'll hit below 30 pages
as I calculate my fate

how odd

song to Sean & Nicky

I stayed up listening to Thousand Knives of Ryuichi Sakamoto
as I wrote my back arched like a scorpion tail
Hi-C Mode, I called it, 'specially in bed
as most thoughtless tales that came from my head
I thought of my buds
in far away places,
in tight city spaces
in sawdust, kabobs, smog, cocaine
tinged with metal
tinged with absence of conversation,

      how your feet ached
      at the entrance of your subway
      split goodbyes in that second

I'd say

yet withdraw from this lousy Smarch weather
I drew a signal to them in the window of a car
a Quyen head in snow
used to tag them around Temple

in an instant (a bowl of pears a mug of hot water  )
On a milky night,
Sean Taras & Nicholas Castellucci
were poring over a manuscript
of a late friend.
'It's midnight. He's not showing up.'
Sean rolled his eyes.
he writes well
at the very least
Sean smashes
a red candle
onto the lip of the letter
aaaah shit
it burns so good
they wrote four hours

goodbye

hello hello
what do you like about
Paul McCartney?
well, he did voice
an episode (perhaps more
of The Simpsons
furry miss,
whom Dan mistakenly called
Lauren
But you know
Ringo Starr was also on it
he was returning all the fan letters
he received, each one
starting with,
"Forgive the lateness of my reply"

March 1, 2014

Paul is drunk in Greece right now
getting at strip clubs
Romanian girls
with three eye balls
magic pussies
I asked him, 'is it magical, Paul'
He said, 'Yea' 'Fantastic'
way to show us how to live life
wish you were here though
'U too'
'I get a hando every day I'm here'
there's a bug in blogger
that allows Sean, and possibly Others
to read unpublished posts
like Seansworld

this as a following ups
of that place,
a new bird leader
I nominate Sean
all in favor, say aye

Should I fear he's right?

sean so heavy
with imagery
so light 
w/ cream