SOMETHING IN THE WAY, DOG

Orderly,
perpendic,
turbo fan in the cubicle
the only wildlife, a parrot mug
and ooo drip drip drop drop
new age music creepin through the partitions
chimes in the forest like
yeah right
iron age
iron stage
look at the clothes that my iron
made
flat

Olympus

Olympus, give way
to the rush-hour race-car drivers
and the pencil thin beards
adorned with great care

Somewhere a child is making a smiley face
out of mice turds
And somewhere a boss is making a mountain
out of another

And once in a while I'd like to bike home
and not have a bigot
bump dormantly,
or seethe in cloth seats
against a tapestry of young children

He Got Air Christian Slaters On

1. He couldn't have a job dressed like that

2. Window shopping with your mom

3. The pretty girl wore a magnolia bloom like an extraterrestrial shield

4. Someone cleaning their Lexus spokes was murdered Tuesday

5. You'll pop an eye out with those rockhard nipples, baby

6. Free beer tomorrow? What kind of asshole puts that on their body?

7. The mail-ladies' shape-ups: grime, canines, and guile

8. The baggy dress shirt

9. A Southwest ticket away from your sweetheart

10. Your mall, your life

11. Gay people in denial

12. Artisan worries

13. Pulpits with Peter

How Quiet Are The Streets

When dusk draws nigh
and the glitter of aggregate
paves the way for the outstretched mind

photographs of old
twirl to the forefront:
hats of spurned wool
and mustaches cocked rightly

women proud
of first ballots

men quiet in desperation
schoolchildren singing gaily,
a whippoorwill's star crossed notes

and the horses restless under heavy load
the pipes a-blazing
and fatback a-sizzling

rumors of past fortunes
nuzzle the mind with dreams of taking it easy
hearth-talk and wrought-iron
are the fodder for which
societal this 'n thats
flux and churn

old dentures, now home to crappies
A needle, the infernal prodder
of chicks, under hay beds

My heart seeks heritage
my home lacks homeyness
but the zeitgeist of old
still wrings my soul

Lifeway

Had two lives
Reborn into Limited Too jumper
We had pendants from our grandpas
scattered across the wood panels of our den

a murderer and a mouse,
both two-timers
from Kingston
wiggled through Miami International
and
found the Zef daughter of an HR Block accountant
rigging a tourniquet
for a small bird
with neon green shoelaces

JTB

O'er the swamps
three paths they wind
An alien pulse beats

Total, divine.
A particle beam dream
Real deal palpability

And from the depths of some crag
they rise
and doom hits warp speed

When my heart is beyond repair,
I want to mellow out with you
on a diamond way
on a heavy day

So let's go down to the beach,
are you eleven?
Are you proud of that?

Jacuzzi Boys

How many bros does it take
to build a great wall of China
out of bar tabs?