Friday, March 30, 2018

all the characters in & with,
faces and canals
my lungs, entrails &
hilly wrinkles above

my ears feeling waves
lens hair ankles
brushing earth
breast stirring wood
sphinx nosing over the nails

what a wonder

what a wish
bathing this spine
each night on stage
before the counters

Saturday, March 24, 2018

not honest work
lazily spinning symbols
free of thought

tedium eternum
semper somnia
escape from escape

this is a hard trough
ennui in bauder's lair

and this century ends early
not quick enough for management
season's over, no more tickets
leave please through the gates
your thoughts and concerns
will be disposed of properly
before the next show
























Sunday, February 25, 2018

where is my stream
how does it flow
is it me or even from me
should i care
should you
this dream

if over 
is it now
be clever

my bones, your bones
in this space reader 
where i am gone
you have me where you want me
for tearing and spitting
laughter and stare

what is this wrestle
my words, these bones
engaged in your eye

unless i seize the source
clew the lines
where is a me
should it matter 
when i go











Sunday, February 11, 2018


paper news typed
of a post print world
Heralding a desertion 
after a Tr(i)ump of the Mirrors
screening all, at all cost

when are the beats
following this line
juggling text with
scriptures of golden shebangs

riffing out packets
for drums and pupils
jellied on the waters
at take out
before the drain




Thursday, February 1, 2018

(t)ax day
and the thief with the (c)law
obliges a moon's time of my labor
to slay my neighbors

should i be murdered
stripped of my members
there will i be nowhere
like i am not now
expecting no demise
little surprised
by staying within



Wednesday, January 31, 2018

my high school car
any part of my life
replayed in video loads
my same town, same purchases
progressing in denial 
of my identity
presuming one i did not have

but a long remembering 
before death
when action is gnostalgia
as if daydreams 
were different from 
nightdreams

where behind the glass
what isn't artifice
is fake audience
controlling nonetheless
some intention
any "vision"

as if when i imagine more
i do it quicker
until its over





Wednesday, January 24, 2018


clarity
transparency
the horizon beckons
her smile widens
and my soul reaches out
frittering in the twilight
beyond the trees, past a river
'cross from a town
i left this morning
before coming to the reality
ducks in a row
fit for a gander
and a hat to tip
without cliche





Monday, January 22, 2018

a rough hewn morning
crying vowels
fleeing from symbol
that cloud the sky

opening the projection box
fixing the screen
the film unreels
before the bulb
from the Power cord
behind the seat

in his dance
on our walks
i see the mu
everything in the dog

waiting scared for the ambulance
a trip line to a quick end




Monday, January 15, 2018

if the earth does not know of us
will the earth know of me
when i pass
like the earth
i will spring after winter
into eight legged squashers
and holy vermin

why be clean now
why feel
if the earth will not feel
after i leave

rather why not thrill
from the valley
seek the wave in the next
should it be my last

this trail
marked in ice
and a pleasant companion
the earth cannot know

Saturday, January 13, 2018


the cross
i crawl its beams
i've seen the grain
the edge
its nail

it is night
lightning
with the two others
on this hill
and the mass below

my tomb, so welcome
must i leave it in the morn
swim in the road again
with fire as my guide

the sky will not hold me
the stars and moon try
but clouds inside
are not lifting

yet step by step
hand by hand
i scramble 'cross the wood

after the court
after the betrayals
never to cry out 
for sake

for this time of stone
a sound of machines
of the grind, the wind
and the watch's eye