they stood outside the stadium
unshriven
without a clue
broken by numbers
sober as the moon
every one of them
hollow in the wind
watching their hands
shouting
sativa!
sativa!
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
remember the folk singer
in the Dallas airport?
it’s like that
without the sound track.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
poor Hamlet
lost in his nutshell
a pawn
in the empire of the tattooed
"digitus infamis"
dispatched by ragged luck
electric
one long slog.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
they heard music and walked to the Plaza to watch a troupe of Native Americans
dancing for a crowd of tourists. a woman with shocking white hair was laughing
into her camera. the music came from an antiquated boombox the size of a small Japanese sedan. the city floated on the earth’s crust like a plate of cheese nachos.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
in memoriam rhymes
with crematorium.
when I die I want to be
chemtrailed over my
favorite city.
what if I want to be co-opted?
i'm a less is more person,
but that’s all a ways off...
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
watching Zïzëk expound
upon the death of capitalism
when the router crashes
and turns the philosopher
into frozen pixels
leaving the rest of us
with something to do
besides Wifi philosophy.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
the movie about the hurricane
dragged into tomorrow —
somebody lied to the animals.
when the sun cracked
everybody laughed.
a voice on the radio said,
carbon …. it’s all about carbon!
jack rabbits wander the cold penumbra
by forty.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
perhaps you are out of town.
you don’t answer your calls.
the neighbors say you were seen reading Sartre.
there must be some mistake
the physics is all wrong.
was that you they dreamed?
even the clouds are confused.
this better not be the end of the book.
it’s time for lunch.
they’re serving spaghetti
again.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Yes, yes, we’re magicians… (Samuel Beckett)
come to terms
a rhino in the elevator
whistleblower!
bread and wine
fat and drunk
the jails are full of geniuses.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
her mind was an occupational hazard
picked up in a thrift store
during a shopping spree on the outskirts
of ***** Gorda.
she had no idea how to wear the new projection
but trust
is a function of telomeres
and can’t be left to amateurs.
that was before the impulsive drive to Salina
to rethink her allergy to corn
which turned out
to be one of her worst ideas.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC