Hehe

I was adjusting my baseball cap

and on the street a diplomat

stepped out of the black sedan

and with national flags in hand

to settle the settler's demand

a filigree broach on his double breasted

& before the finalized serpent suggested,

an angel came from the cul-de-sac

and spoke forth a mist:

"The greatest ought that ever was,

the golden rule and golden break

is obeyed not without just cause

is broken not without a wake

to past lives and the buried self

and Mastercards cut-up on the shelf

and floundered supper time apropos

a throne of empty cartons of dos-i-dos

I wandered through the Isis canyon

in search of a noble and brash companion

like syrup on the khaki groovy,

and first-date vegan rust smoothie

Towards what do you progress?

an ultramonist mega-death?"

Stunned and stumbling the diplomat cried

"I believe that I've done died!

I say my prayers before the dawn

I'm grateful for what is going on

I'm grateful for what is going on"

the receiving party was dismayed

at the indecency displayed

the diplomat was hurried in

as the diplomat's driver winked and grinned

My Tude

Nike and Nicky

On the palisade

Neon scribble napkin

Friend tier three

Entire nights with ivy

In pots and the wind

Jiggling the leaves

With a snarky breeze

Monkey bar ceiling beams

It's where the hippies slept

My fake money spills from

The hoodie pocket

Tell your heart to fear nothing

A modest blouse in the Tennessean box

Then a pedestrian struck by

A goddamned Pontiac Aztec on Broadway

I sprint to the new central precinct

Like a TV show desperate person

I'm a bluster of red goretex

"Can I help you"

"A woman has been struck by a burnt orange Aztec"

"Excuse me?"

"On the fucking corner of broad and fifth"

The blunt was ripe

And the Frist was splintering

Under the weight of the Ingram family cousins

And the swoopy hair

And the casual blazers

I knew Jesus was just outside

Huddled in the corner by a spineless first date

I've been looking for Jesus my whole goddamned life

reins

in the soft sand
my feet are sea-lapped
like a puddle-dog

hark the Herald sports page
I hear something behind me
it is a beach horse
sniffing the sand like a fag

the incinerator boat out there doesn't care
about the chop
it has a load to deliver and it isn't stopping

I've portioned the vodka so that I don't get too drunk
for the wedding I see down the beach
the wedding I'm now about to crash

I'm already wearing a khaki suit because I felt like it
A family is wearing identical outfits and taking a knee
for a family photo from Darcy the nosestudded
I pass them like whatever

the wedding has a lot of shy people wearing pinstriped vests
so I act shy
I think they're yankees
someone is playing that Godzilla song
too loud from a condo

the officiant is a butch lady from Toronto
I know she's from Toronto because she
said "back home in Toronto we don't have this (gestures at the beach)"
wait I know her - Kris; she was the sous chef at Marty's
on Biloxi; She hasn't been "back home" in 10 years
I owe her $16
I slump down on the provided beach pillow
at the reception near the road she says "hey I remember you"
"yeah hey"
"how do you know Rand and Jess?"
"from back in the day"
"oh cool" she knows
"yeah well anyway it's good to see you"
"yeah for sure man see you around" she knows
I eat the rest of the sliders on my plate
and walk down the highway where everyone is unloading their Pilots
for the blissful sunset

the beach horse trailer is very rusty
I wonder if they give the horses tetanus shots
wow that's rusty

one of the horses has run away and is now running towards the reception,
dragging its reins in the sand
this is unbelievable

it's running really fast
toward the wedding
this beachmare is going to crash the party way worse than me
haha

the horse covered its huge face with the grooms cake
and flipped one of the tables
wow

Kris is acting like she knows how to control the horse with sounds
she's pretending to be Robert Redford
and everyone is letting her get near the horse
just because she officiated the wedding and is in a position of situational authority
that's not how that works

the horse rears up like the Ferrari logo
and at that moment a man in a Ferrari stops on the road
30 feet from the reception
and makes an honest-to-god horse call
and the horse shimmies its head and stares at the man
"heeyaw! Baby come!"
and Baby goes

and everyone claps

none of my roommates are going to believe me
just like they don't believe that I go to Marty's on Biloxi every day to work

Through a Glass Darkly

in the din of the Sperry's Restaraunt dim
bananas are fostered before my very eyes
on the table of lacquered ship wood
where the feet of a thousand Jamaican Maroons
could have patted as the Caribbean crucible cooled
to a concordant, whistling, hurricaneous majesty

she pinned the majesty on her blouse
and
our walk around Bicentennial Mall proceeded
as we relearned the names of the county benefactors
and thought about their closets

the Navigator limo had dirty chrome wheels
that should have been cleaned before picking us up
I shot the trees a look
and one sent a limb to my face

she pretended to like convertibles
and late breakfast
but I knew she didn't

I pretended to like zoos
and free love
but she knew I didn't

Whoa there

In the parking lot of TJ Maxx

Gabriel blew his sax

On the hood of a Lumina

In the shade of a young maple

After the test he walked out sighing

Like a pagan goddess who's perpetually dying.

He knelt before a crucifix

Better Homes and Gardens splayed out on the desk below

I'd rather not have a home

If all I ever feel is alone

Said the boy in the back

Of the prom stretch limousine

Alexandria is laid to waste

And I can't find the sensitive toothpaste

When I'm fumbling in suitcase

As the baby is wetting the bed

A portion of my income to you

For all the fine work you do

I declined one hundred mattresses in

Bagdad for a chance at your lips

I rode into the desert canyon

The camel was my only companion

And an angel appeared on a rock

That was shaped like a UFO

I turned down for what?

I limited who?

I feel so confused.

I spilled all the milk

And rolled down the hill.

You were not amused.

I kicked an old racehorse

I stirred up a zoo

Sneaking into the neighborhood where you grew

It's mostly rinsed off

The cheerleaders kiss

"I don't believe in rewards

Just taking risks."

ersatz errands

to great widths I've pursued thee
twixt the branches of the knowledge tree,

underneath the dugout sea
an upper middle class junkie

with Critical Theory HUD
saw Santa Claus's yellow pee

O clanging monks of humanism
(perpetual outrage and derision)

peer once more from rack of bras
the nocturne's inpursed alcohols

and nervous rings of Chinese weld
grazing merch; a child beheld

the GM dings and Honda cues
to buckle up and follow rules

on Christmas Eve the roads are meant
for all for one for heaven's sense

of certitude and familial hearth
and megaphones that sound like Darth

and cowboy shirts that look like Garth
and secret sips of Maker's Mark

the ebb and flow of theophobes
and mortum tuum neohobos

buffers hoards of bored and lonely masses
with Instagram selfies in science classes

from grandma's relevant juxtaposition
between worldly wealth and inner vision

EMP

turn my computerized contacts on

they won't boot so I roll in the lawn

I've been notified by my beeping thing

that I'm out of bars and so I scream

squinting in the desert of my making

twisting my ergonomic wedding ring

I meet the eyes of all I pass

no downward  hypercataracts

I love you through the EMP

I want you forever with me

under the grey and under the blue

through you and with you and in you

I found my self in some strange park

Where people congregate after dark

wooden slats and paper mache

my boohoo facemask starts to fray

I've fingerwalked a million miles

to find a truth that's half as wild

as face-to-face and hand-to-hand

combatting hearts in promised land

I love you through the EMP

I want you forever with me

under the grey and under the blue

through you and with you and in you