Oblation of the Senses

waking up face down in some Memphis mulch
my God
it is Sunday

this is the day the Lord hath made
this is the day the earth hath baked
I hear many new car doors thump to a close
and the soothing triplicate sounds of Stan Getz
which means I'm in Midtown

which reminds me of a man I met
in Kosciusko M i SS i SS i PP i
he had mother of pearl teeth
and a knack for pinky rings
and funny custom dress shirts
pink broadcloth with a white point collar
and a tie tack
and that hair from the early eighties
where every strand is held in a
matrix of dry suspension,
a nod to the ablative heat shield
of some 70s astronautical triumph

"I heard some blacks wanted to move in, so I bought the entire block."
"We were watching the History Channel program on the Ole Miss riots
'Well I'll be damned Martha! There I am!'
with a brick poised to smash an MPs head.
If only we had a mortar; get it? Brick and mortar."
"I own the insurance company and the funeral parlor."

The Stan Getz was still playing
and I tortured myself into rising
with whatever I was holding
(keys)

I waited on Poplar for a rolling
rectangular prism
to kneel and pick me up

it was so psychedelic
I was blessed to witness the day

Sunset Riders 3.0

TOWARD THE ORB OF LIGHT
UNDONE (LUCKY JEANS)
FOO FIGHTERS TICKETS
UNBELIEVABLE SKILLET IMPRINT
ON A FORMER RANCHHAND
WHO HAD A KNACK FOR STEALING
BABES
FROM DUDE RANCHES

I PUT THE NOZZLE BACK
93
PREMO
WE'RE RIDING
AND PASSING HUNDREDS
OF PIZZA PARLORS
"JOHNNY CAGE"
KONAMI, ET AL

WE'VE THE WHOLE DAY
WE'VE THE WHOLE DAY
WEAVE THE WHOLE DAY
LEAVE THE WHOLE DAY AND DON'T SAY NOTHIN
I SEE HOW IT IS

HOW IS IT?

Commerce Street

my head is out
of the window
of a '95 Civic Si {sí}
twiddling my fingers
against the artificial wind

I'm a Monster
I'm a Rockstar
I'm totally twisted
{Medusa}

"I turn all the upcoming women...
to stone"

Recede

BUMP THIS TRACK
ON LOWER BROADWAY
AND THROW FAKE MONEY
OUT OF YOUR WINDOW

CAR-SURF BECAUSE
THAT'S THE ONLY
KIND OF SURFING
YOU'RE GONNA
GET HERE

SURF'S
UP

Winging It

(hurry now it's about to start)
live, from Love Circle:
the wind rapes our faces
the trains whine downtown
"last time I was up here, I fought the trip"

"at this moment the saddest thing
I can envision is David Berman's beard
full of tears"

now it's 2013 and my beard is sopping

Wolfcastle

OOOH OOH RATHER POIGNANT
"LIKE A IVY PLANTER THROUGH THE WINDOW
OF A SKYSCRAPER"
"LIKE A CRYING PANTHER PERCHED ON A BRANCH
OVERLOOKIN' A DROWNING FISH"
"OR SOME OTHER ANTHROAPOLOGETIC NONSENSE"
MY MOMMY TOLD ME I COULD HAVE ONE MORE
AND/OR
STAY UP LATER
"YOU'RE LUCKY TO HAVE ME"
I'M LUCKY TO HAVE YOU

Eudaimonia

bated breath, arcade breath
pool water breath
Mexican buffet breath
marshmallow breath
cry-mouth

ur such a cry-mouth
your mouth opens like moth caverns
and a bunch of cries come out
it's so startling every time
like the first time you hold a baby
who also happen to be major cry-mouths

rollerblading in the back of an Embassy Suites
my farts are outrageous
good thing my dog is at home because he'd love this to death
the workers come out for cigs

I'm like "hey" or something
and they don't have cellphones to ignore me with
given that they're expensive
dad has one it faxes 69 and 420 and 80085
all the funny stuff

my dream is to hear the ocean
and smell the ocean landscape
spongy grasses
neon asses

tart mosaics in the fiddling outdoor hallway
I have a bead necklace I made at camp

the same camp where I learned the word
"eradicator"
and
"fucking loser"

the sun is setting on a civic si
hatchback / those were new
then

I fondled my Umbros and warp-sped
to my dad's voice

time for some real gulf coast food

time for the wet elevator

knucks

The middle of finger of Gawd
doth penetrated the Woyld
and retroactively pinched death
between his ashy knuckle

on the bus I see the people
who were once children
and have seen so much shit
since then

they all nod along with the bus sway
clutching their belongings
clinging to their accidents
hiding their substances

I nod off and dream I'm on a mesa
surrounded by a clone army
of all my ex-girlfriends
they're holding banners
"we could have luved u 2 Death"
"omg such a radical shift in beliefs"
And from the clone army of ex girlfriends
Sandstorm by Darude blasts through the cacti
and Mugatu's seapunk cousin
rises from the leftover t-shirt geodesic dome
to tell me:
"BEHOLD, MANY LULZ
dude come out of the think zone,
to the Lower Appetizer:
I've got drink specials
I've got permanent luv
I've got macho body replacement therapy
My irony is endless
We're welting with pleasure
(MLK Junior owned a handgun)"