blood flows
from an innocent

lifeless as a bag of shells

the one who seeks worship
is the antihero

the flicker of campfire
now the flicker of screen

Dream Chipper

June 29, 2009

Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.

Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
gravel
dirt
seed.

The green blades will bend
beneath my shiny shoes:
I toss the kids into the air
they float down like elm seeds.

the wife
watches
from her
windows

Put me
on the train
clickity clack
clickity clack.

Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.

the boss
watches
from his
windows

I kneel in church
and stare at the bodies before me.

(I traded my soul
for these marching boots.)

We half believe

something
bigger is
watching.

I am frozen
in a pious pose.

2004

two uncles

June 28, 2009

two uncles
snoring through the night
raise the sun

2007

June 14, 2009

i do not know
what god is,

but i am damn sure
what god is not.

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full moon
cool night
crickets!

May 29, 2009

my thoughts
come and go like birds
to a feeder

nothing has improved

April 23, 2009

 

cosby jello

Saw Bill Cosby
(“doctorate in education”)
hawking sugar
to the kids

making cute faces
from inside the tube.

Fuck You Kids!

1985

this time

April 21, 2009

This time
in this life,

a plateau
to which

I will never
return.

WWGT

April 16, 2009

Worship is
a waste of time,

something quite barbaric.

Bowing, kneeling,
drinking blood –

metaphysical hysteric.

if bees no more

April 5, 2009

 

Apricots
Almonds

 

Apples
Alfalfa

 

Blueberries and
Buckwheat

 

Cantaloupe and
Clover

 

Cucumber
Cranberry

 

Peaches
Pears

and Plums

 

Raspberry
Strawberry

and Pumpkin

 

Watermelon

Sunflowers

Squash and

Zucchini

 

all no more…

forever