Gone with the VVind

my chair collapsed
I lay supine on the floor
raising my hands
my shadow flew twice
my size
and splattered against the wall
I cried out to the neighbors upstairs

these days really are heavy
We're swept up in movements
I'm collected in bins

Gone with the vvind
is what they'll say

Facebook'll have me forever
and my fiance wilt
upon reviewing

EMP doomsday
Just me and my bike
I'll skim the coast with paperbacks
wind down with cassettes
of old friends
and times in youth
when we had the scene
by the nuts
we really were giants
we really had nothing

there's a certain power in
such and such
there's subjectivity flowing
RAPIDLY THROUGH ME

twice
we'll live
RIGHT

HAD A PET CALLED
STUDIES

HAD A MISSION CALLED
FAILURE

HAD A KEY WITH NO
LABEL

HELD THE HANDS OF
STRANGE WOMEN

RESTED NEATH
ULTRA MEGA SKIES

REAL FOOD
INGESTED

REAL TALK
IN SPACE

GOD WITHOUT TIME
WHY HAVE YOU FELT MY FORM
AND MOLDED MY MIND
INTO SHARP PITS
FROM WHICH THE OOZE
OF FREEDOM ROTS
SLOWLY INTO MOUNTAINS
ONTO MY PLATE

Fawn

I have fawners
They flock as suds
Twelve disciples
Collection of muds

Your dead hands fell
Gravity tribunals
My head lopped
From ear to ear

Tornadic Activity

air tangled
with trying
and wanton speed
gaseous Doom

The truck well waxed
won't slick you now
your clothes fled promptly
atrophy hunks
propped up in the strong oaks
like 8th grade Christian
Art
of heritage and hard times
broke ground and broke hearts

WalMart bag Betty
garnered a fullsize (in color)
with tears halfway posed
as a question to God
"where is Your mercy?"
vanished like the sod

All My Trials

All my ex-girlfriends
Will pack up
Peace out

Waterbed wobblies
That aren't morning
Sickness

All I need is Christmas
The other days don't
Matter

I want my vows
To sound like cannons

You want your pasts
Squeaky set

You want my pasts
Dumbed down
Annotated

And held overhead
Like it's not going to kill me

A Poem A Day

A poem a day
Keeps the mean reds
At bay

And the hammer falls
sickly
wheat whoosh
muffles
and flesh wound
troubles

Does your depravity
Walk free?

Have your means
Ended?

A red balloon sits beneath my heart
pericardial sac

And you're the prick that airs me out
It's never coming back

Your ring, it had some syrup
Beneath the stone set

A note, backpacked
A hushed relax