Thursday, November 25, 2010

Blood Sport

Where you do the opposite of
what is done.

Pretend one thing and be another.
Quote your mother at dinner.

You're a romance builder,
a cauldron under the bed.

In the mirror an answer for
for your cheek:

he hit you,
red and flashing.

Thanksgiving

there are the normal
pleasantries--
you look taller
how do you like college,
the normal responses--
mumble, good, mumble, smile,
I'm awkward but please don't notice
mumble, mumble, mumble

the whole time
I have to hold back my natural instinct
to leap for the red wine
chug it down

hey, look everyone,
I'm a social fucking butterfly now
come dance with me
I know jokes
and
I can sing too.

Afternoon Drinking tends toward Sober Nights

cosmological constant!
I yelled at my drunk family
I was always rippin' on Enistein for his greatest
mistake
'boy, what you thinnkkiinn'?'

Phoenix, Arizona, you freak place
in the middle of nowhere-everywhere-
10-million-people
if I yell loud enough will someone
hear me
that is on the moon or maybe the Nuevo homeland

we spent a lunch once arguing about space time and
now I'm far away and I say
time, go faster
space, get smaller

the true meaning of underarmour

designers sell underwear for
breasts sized
mosquito bite to small anthill

however,
if you have real beehives
(nothing that can be contained
with some lace or ruffles,
lest the bees sting through)

then they get out the WD-40
and the medieval armor
and they consult some iron maidens
as a focus group

and then they attach an steel
breast plate to silk
and call it "full coverage"
manufacture bras in the colors of
bear trap
and contain-me coral
and peekagette pink

oh, bra the color of no-nipples-night
please knight me

four o'clock homesick

rain comes softly round again
dancing on the windowpane

so rain then, I got nowhere to be
and plenty enough coffee and weed

but all the green in west santa cruz
could not unstick
this north mesa blues

for Heather K

shitty fucking haiku I wrote for poetry class in the last five minutes of passing period
to trash on the ground
an ink ink raven speaks:
caw caw caw caw caw


five minutes later

last line evidence
of much procrastination
I probs got an F

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Pregno, Bro

I dyed my hair to
look like this girl I know
and my family says
'black hair black hair black hair'
'big and black'
I say
what you think there is a raven sitting up there

I shop for beer with my cousin
he says snow and beer
snow
beer

My other cousin is pregnant with her fourth child and I say
come here, baby
come here, baby
come here, baby
the babies like me but they won't go near my brother
I hold them and my cousin says
good with children
good
children

my aunt asks when everyone is having children
now
everyone have children
add your babies to this house that has at least fifteen warm
breathing people in at any time

I say first let me travel the world
the raven on my head will fly me away
tip toes
the way a rat
runs across the floor
from one side of the room
to the other
stops and sniffs the air
doesn't peanut butter kill?
only if laid in a trap

bitch ass french fried onion wednesday november 24 2010 bacon bit

i'm a caveman, on the airwaves
wobc, woe is me, make believe
xerox sex, vibrator noise
tube amp guitar, good vibrations
psych, sing waves, haze

black boots, kava tea, eeeee eee eeee
rivet city, clay polpot bowl, ginger ale
snail mail, shovel pail, insane, texts
small town bois, pissing contest
piccolo, epiphone, les paul

richard brautigan kisses patti smith
sing wizard, shoegaze, steele street
bright pink bookmark, thimble, no
little hay, little ho, subaru fist, missed
calls 1

Sicilian Najdorf

not Trade, poison pawn
(this is war not wall street)
but Sacrifice

no misers of infantry, we
bargain with God

brown-faded stain
on the altar at Teotihuacan
whiff of incense
in the smoke over Austerlitz

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Mad Insomnia

I'm lying and waiting
waiting for
my blood pressure to drop back
to normal again
the clock does not tick elegantly
thunk
thunk
I'm trying to be patient
waiting for my stomach to
quit feeling feeling full of holes and
my eyes to quit threatening to overflow and
I'm glad I don't get angry
very often.