dragon crane

How cold can man
  strut,
   can spit harden,
     can acts must,
god a thing he can't do
or is it me, what,
what have I to say
in tips stasis under happy her
he wrote,

'who no longer can be at ease'

the muse (the jailed Musa
pulling me by the collar
we fought)

to stay as the brother here
being frozen where
the feet grows grass
this
pointing by emoting
                                 this
prayer seldom I
               can allow myself
be seen
the making of a core
over arch no longer
moving wide some dragging crane

he is to be put to good use

should we bone the universe?
should we see doctor,
very hurry?

see what i manipulate
by lifting this little
glass of whiskey
to my mouth
trillions

sum

till now i have felt comfortable
i read my very own accounts
of all idealism and primes
boys to be most decisive

'i did not know', a real character
in which i saw a good deal more

stretch my spine out like an acrobat reader
pit   myself
against   the    obstacle
what better incentive     ?
what most curious

like a painter or a poet
beauty is the first test / permanent
in apology from association
i have lost all interest

tended like wounded
i write a letter to his mother / war
is going is waged
in a country like this affected

escape from the static of snow
in the actual world
like a small number, like
4

large pig

i enjoy the idea
of animals that continue
growing in size
even after a sort of physical peak
much like the ones we as humans
experience, some say
like mum, that boys stop growing
between the age range of 20-25    or so

unlike pigs
pigs keep growing i hear
the idea of a very large pig
brings me to smile

this poem               if you run a long time
will vary as          
---------------
i vary x

source

reflecting on some past poems

that were so abstract in the sense

that they are far removed from experience

i will try and describe it

such a time

but what an utterly vain

endeavor

i can safely say that nobody

understands one or two of those

poems, that's the way i try and look at them

not to try and understand

how could it be like that

nobody has yet escaped

nobody can know how

it can be like that

like describing the behavior

of electrons

remember the poem 

about the two women?

it's the same thing

start with the same general design

same source of the poem

discovery

only through a small section i get through
only through the refined measurements i get a wider visions
of an unexpected detour
cindy showed me a more direct route
to the southbound train
and this was a set of stairs i've seen
every day both to and from work
and yet have never taken this path
instead i'd walk straight to the northbound side
and up the stairs and cross over to the southbound
often times i'd miss my train by just a few seconds
what a glowing discovery
what can i call it
other than cindy

you are going to a movie
i am working on a physics problem
why do poets not write of natural truth
it is indeed, not yet a scientific age
until singers and poets
make known
imagine the superbowl
and then the universe
now have beyonce sing about it

i wake up,
do my necessaries,
walk out of the house
i look up!
ten-million-year-old-light
hits my eyes
drink it in
then forget it all!

seven years of hustling, chinese boy
five years ago? like
     19?
they start the mahjong game
my knight has been
pregame out here
the guy who leapt over the counter
was he average sized or was he large
he was average
sized, freights in command no chicken hands alotta
chicken hands are live
        put out
yr flowers first
four quyens
quyen why are you typing mid game
my turns done, go
cest      sigh aside west tile throw
          one out two  chains two four six eight ten
                      eleven twelve
              slaps ho you like that shorty?
man typing like shit right now
cadillac music
she says sip yr cup
fuck you up
lulin west songs of the 90's
get back over here!
strolling round highschools yknow

this place was a blast 
from the past. the flavor 
of the food 
is delicious, 
the service 
quick and courteous 
and the best part is i 
dont have to get out of my car.

foot long dogs with the snap 
when you bite into them.....yummy! 
car hop service 
or picnic tables under 
cover...just look 
for the big orange

it bear much more than smiths
put on a...u m...
look on yotube
lemme do a googgle search to die
       by yr side

such a good song
mu mbling girl through it
in yr car
never wanting tongo home
because i have a duck warm
in all alone
take him out tomorrow its mine
cuz i want to see seeliver siner s ng  iver
oh puhlease
working till 4

I tremble,   in the weaving of the night
woma  inn  the morning, we will did
cousins are like, um
babes are like awash, sitting around
i sit with a copy of a xmas carol
                 such a funny thing to remember in the
          omorning
chrles dickens
y is like a dash
it's weird, instead of a two-letter
woman
start with 'we'
endnwit h
feminine sense
the e is already under
tea
maybe like,
she could make more sense

no, no
im a alive in golden
besides a and and
seems weird? dontit?
maybe

maybe still
in love

maybe two jacks a flat boy
lining the bottom of that heart sickening stomach
shes all valves
come by tonight
this isn't right
blonde and brunette
we yearn to something
with an 'e' at the end of it
we're gonna ea me alive
couggh cough drop sun
jungle tempo! ea  me a ive
sometimes it all works out
having a ride alava lable?
it al worked out well
tomorrow is thursday
xmas soon...

i like a poem that says
'my friend'
is inviting, pal
keep that shit up

how ya doing

man alive is talking
about a foot in a couch
is a man in the wind flat.
which is where we stood.
i wouldn't have laughed but i had.
loved it, in fact.
loved where to start
less than a foot
from the space heater
i throw a blanket on it
designate its gender
and pet it, cheek
against fleece against steel
this is better than a dog
tells her

i hope all is well

what these celebs have
in common with us
is a smokey basement

tan and lighter browns
lights pass hands
fingers touch fuck

when you've got a little
give it a match strike
circle round the enviro-log

now i awaaake!
she two rises
in the yard the snow

of ash peppered
us and our jasmine tea
enviro-log disintegrated

it was the blurst of times
said squishy poet

11/3/13

over and over again
seasons think
I do come again
burst into the shower
mumble and drink
like a baby,
     I walk to the part of
the room
where two windows
and a door meet
a blanket of sun
on my bare ass
feels fantastic
my warm ass

I sit outside
down on the blue
since my baby said
     goodbye
hit me when the
lows are low
Takahashi could cry
look at me, a
song, a
child of 25
moving up there?
Blue at any point in time,
and sigh,
only trying travel
an exhilarating
expense of the
mind & breath
give
       give
              give
take in trees
never in

---

Sunset Strip
a languishing future
meet you on
the escalator
the stream long hairs
too -- obsessive compulsive
w books and
flies -- pretty shy -- I,
can't think of why,

can be skin-to-skin
can be sopping wet
and dry --
faces strange
faces, passions drain
in the may
made in it rain
today, humid pains
burning sprains --
more
morain --
a term geology.

Stranger
don't look
away, there
exists a pair
of eyes for
you here!

even if for
a passing breeze
a drop of a leaf
isn't that
something more
than cars smog
and random
chatter that
means shit to
you

like this look these faces
perhaps you're
too encumbered
by the weight
of yr own
steps and posture
to be bothered,
w/such trifles
life is one big
trifle to me.

I've got in it
got out too
thinking of
gramps there
don't look back --
bad luck they say,
family superstition.

lower eyes like
casket
throw a rose onto
lashes
mood = indigo

song --
Jacks, squares
aligned
cards for colleagues
not really colleagues.
where to go from here
until September?

(no title)

Steps!
on and all
steps down
ride swivel
slide,
on each curb
a ramp an orange
a man steps out
skips around comes
to work
at night? no.
have fun fucking each
other now
don't say shit
don't quiz me on any-
     -thing
Don't smile & whistle
don't cock
yr head and
grasp anything
it is for the
better
says old tzu
he tasted that vinegar,
boy, man,
heaven sweats
a sickle marks away on
the forehead
many bumps --
that is such
an agreeable road to take
o! god the
frustration
to not complete the lines
what resources do
you have, what
meaning outside
besides empty fiction
men renew and hoard
the lazing pages, a
mindless filter
I'll dictate to you
what to do and how
to do it, impress upon
you what makes women
and men
what keeps them apart,
brings them together
-- girl, you've got
an option now
but you toss it as if
they came easily to
most -- that's
privilege
that's a sign
that you should

(music continues)

She twirled toward me once
in a piano scale of
lights, sat w/
straight back
of all the times
against a back --
               drop --
of fountain lights
we took a pic --
no, she took one
of me, I wish I could
see it now, was I
in love? would such a
 thing show on my face?
I loved her
sitting w/ a completely
satisfied face
endorphins flowing
over a bag
tongue sliding side to side
o,
  o,
    o,
      o,    me?
call   o,
           o, me?
call
    don't dare
     to,

don't dare to ask
and wonder --
all I have left of
those times, shit
the fuck do I do
w/ these memories
besides write poems?
this poem
is memory
in active flow
in active flow
flow/here
flows/water
in between the jets
in the fountain
watching the city from
a window,
looking at myself on the ground,
looking up --
w/ a feeling that I
might want to
leave, always that
feeling to abruptly sense
the right and
no's of the situation
man, fuck that.
should've left
should've left
forever, and cut it off
like a snake bite --
nothing here left but the
nub that is a
poem --

Shivering stunned
and confused! @_@
senselessly beautiful
no twirls
no hips in the embrace
the eyes in the hug
no sensing anything
anymore
but a poem that
sings and
I hum along
w/ empty stomach and
heart, until
later, I
hungry for her
write my fill
burp, piss, shit,
come,
          away, stayed.

PGW over the
income limits
full w/ a big belli
I, having the
obsessed notion
of an acrylic table
a bigger yard
than expected

a stanza distorted
by a cigarette
line a puff
sucking in of
bread acme
w/ Dan, not a great
or in his own words,
a fun shopping
companion.

What do I do I
just write write
write?
What am I doing
I just
lay down and
resolve not to
fight at all,
I just

lay flat on my back
and scream incessantly
and hear the
things that come
through --
       a foreign
        language.

Don't listen to me
Don't speak to me
Don't hold my hand
my shoulders sore
and weak
stretches and breaks

I gotta make calls
I gotta answer the
texts
I gotta take calls
I feel like a
wreck
I feel like a text
in a wreck
so many 'important'
things to do
I do it all I
grocery shop
walk home
just flop

Don't use someone else's
benefits Don't excuse
me 'got enough there'
nod head rapidly
fun times wax
I know all yr
friends I miss
a few times last night

Fran came w/ Madison
she was a cute girl
she looks like that girl
that needed rescuing
when she started
drinking again.

She pulls up, I wave her
in I say howya doing
she gives a cute smile
she has short hair
which I find cute
I place the AC in the
trunk and they drive off

I wear beb's blue slippers
outside/they took
a long time
I was nearing the end of
a cigarette
and thought man one
cigarette and still not
here/I try to finish
the depressing death of
Ivan Ilyich

the poor bastard can I
relate to him then
when he screams
he screams for three
days straight.

jasmine

in my own time,
could've managed them all
playwrights and pitfalls
this is mine

       a cold morning breeze
       on my toes
   
       Garfield and ash
        ash bits in tea
         Jasmine

If I would apply myself
scolding trees against
     my back
      turns I leave
a new one up to the coarse clouds

wino speeches whips in
             the wind
"Oh man, a narrow bed!"

Can't hardly stop shivering in the
faces of friends   and
new persons

what was last year's birthday?

how about powerade?
yeh, sure, fine.
Blue or red?                     always blue
Blue                                 she giggled on
Blue                                 the sofa.
Blue                                  it takes care
                                          of her.


                   

Don't stop to write
feels like autumn
      no more
even regular breaths
      drop like
      ketchup from
      packets.

John can I have one
nice beer?
ooh -- wet hopped
      ale? huh?

gimme the powerade.

Subaru Forrester --
the official car of
Mt. Airy.