poverty de luxe

to coco chanel
we owe disdain for aping
glitz and haute couture

Ode to my uvula rotting in a biohazard waste facility with all the other surgically removed human parts

Dangly thing; throat scrote
yawns, laughs, and screams will never
quite appear the same

My assumption is
you've found my appendix in
body part heaven

And together you're
tearin' up non-essential
snipped body parties

What's It Good For?

All's well that ends, well
there's no success like failure.
At least gas is cheap.

Letting Go

Go ahead: take that
secret stone from your pocket.
Throw it in the lake.

I'll Close My Eyes aka My approach to deciding whether or not fossilization is good for my future.

God's doggy bag: Pre-
served mammal one hundred six-
ty five million years.

sleep continues to disturb.

how do you expect
me to behave with all of
that fish in my eggs?

who knew? (domestic haiku)

switching the proctors--
the white one for the black one--
means thicker coffee!

madison medicine

still expecting cool
injecting fool school won't do
what mushrooms haven't

found haiku

in defense of the MLS (inspired by rwb)

bibliographic
control is necessary
to provide access.

Argument for science and libraries in a quasi-theocracy.

Accumulated
knowledge is necessary
to prevent mistakes.

theory today

she retorted you
have to resort to taking
yourself serious

time takes its crazy toll

someday you will grow
old and begin pooping in
unexpected places.

the prophet of the poverty of our abundance

Will Rogers said in
the Depression we'll drive a
car to the poorhouse

224.25 songs per gig (MP3s on iTunes)

so, 3030
divided by 13.
51's the title

LOTS OF LOVE!!!!!!!!!!

Get well soon, Annie.
Love is the best medicine.
Everyone sends LOTS OF LOVE!

Standing by

Recovering from
tonsillectomy takes a
little time bizbot

man vs. machine

just did a petra
twirl, sitting with my laptop
can't tell who's whose pet

Gross Reasoning

i know i'm on a
liquid diet, but one should
poo after nine days

theorists of history

the hypostasized
past displays a curious
mall'(y)ability

No coincidence:
worst Document song also
features sax solo

Who Knew It Was a Haiku (Holzer Part II)

Jenny Holzer & I Agree

things are so urgent
now that suicide is
almost obsolete

News flash:

English PhD,
often taken for missing
ESL student.

the latest

starless and bible
black sabbath i can't believe
the acid mothers

muckraking punditries

what if time's played out
apocalypse looms sovereign
what we aim for fails

Back when I was a boy, haikus were imagistic... blah blah blah

Old man Trebs says, "Hey
kids, get off my poetry
porch!" Shakes his cane. Snarls.

who should say who lives after

sense the urgency
quit your tragedy because
happiness is here

I like this weather.

Rain appears to fall
in sheets. Heavy, grey, wet sheets
of singular drops.

Tribute to a tortured genius.

My Smile reviews tend
toward hyperbole, but I'll
listen forever.

nation versus nurture

psychological
impotence? or yo, straight up
lack of impetus

petra needs a hobby.

the lord created
dogs to depict the dangers
of perfect worship.

Sometimes hell is not enough.

Adulterers now
punished by eternity
with Pat Robertson.

imaginary og funk chorus

and they all shout out
loud--bass in your face to the
pace of the trigger

Pretty Gold. Baby Silver. An ode to Andre3000 in a Claire Huxtable type way.

Strap on your ski boots
make sure their real tight player
Start the love below.

the olympics

seeing you in your
finest moment and i can't
help but cry with you.

how i manage (no crashing please).

demand a driving
diversion? let your car be
a dapper dancer.

V-day love limerick for couples in five years.

If monotony's
not gotten rotten to me,
surely we're to be.

New Winter Olympics

Play "let's make a mess."
Play "look how high I can kick."
Play "locked at the mouth."

night librarian vs. the daymare

high lucidity-
graceful exits result in
violent returns.

pittsville

one time we wondered
why it was that we felt so
solemn and poignant

washing our hands of it

you say why why why
i say by the way have you
seen the moon lately

Last round and the ground is moving

Blood disease, Lupus
portable studio in
hospital. Loved beats.

but I just ain't that high

sobjectivity:
a new sportphilosophy
for widows and kids

Times are tough (all over).

I hope you're happy,
Whittington. Without that quail
the Cheneys could starve.

does anything sound
worse to the human ear than
february twelfth?

Concerning a hunting "accident"

What species is that
flightless, flourescent orange quail?
Ask questions later.

amature night

i get exhausted
constant attitude coppage
like it's fresh somehow

my own private maud gonne

i've never known lies
to follow me like the ones
you told me back then

p.s. when can this be over?

and still every night
i pretend- hoping to be
carried again soon.

for the baby boomer

i watch empires fall
until i can imagine
alternate endings

In Defense of Personal Priorities in a Global Society

--for Annie especially,
but also for RB & KK, TM & HA,
for Heather in reverse,
and for Andy, who did the thing.


She spent years away
fearing death after seizing
life by its hot throat.

Returning, she found
both had gone on without her--
She hadn't escaped

the revolutions.
A peripheral view gave
no security.

When they say follow
your heart, I guess that means your
heart is someplace else.

Dots on a map blink,
sustain each other, converge
sure as satellites.

cuckoo haiku

Perverse Reversal
II--The Fatal Position
God's Last Stand: The Film

twenty to life

they met in juvie
discrete hand-holding, footsie
better than math class

learned in a library

all the time i spent
wishing to be new again,
slimnastic at best.

synchronicity

simultaneous
ratcheting up of tension
accident music

hipster harry, out on the pull

hook, line, and sinker
hipster harry casts his rod
snags a gold phish, scowls

Mom Said

It is time for bed!
For real, she asked. Yes, Mom said.
Okaaay. Time for bed . . .

The Klaver Girls

My four sweet flowers --
Express, Euro, Retro, Gap
Just gotta love them!!!!

Forbidden Food Group

I.

Pizza by default--
What bring you to the table
...sufficient to eat?

II.

Bizarre bananas
Strangest fruit I've ever seen
Racist. (So you know.)

III.

Leaving 'Got Pizza'
Andy: "It's too much pressure."
"I'll stay here all night."

--David Trinidad, Becca Klaver, Hanna Andrews + Andy "Trebs" Trebing.

I woke up understated

Isabelle Dinoire
took drugs to forget bad week
fell, her face was gone

diminishing

always thinking no
no, this is the final debt
i'll contract myself

she has two dogs

she knows how to paint
herself green as the tarnish
copper turns into

Sorry(,) Seahawks

The game left me torn:
My team lost, but then I won
thirty-five dollars.

Ear-mergency

Eustachian nightmare:
I can't hear a fucking thing.
Must learn to read lips.

ever heard of flux?
she asked, winking at herself.
and then she was gone.

superbowl s,sunday

it's pretty funny
how how many houses you
walk by you hear cheers

stellar direction

examining quarks
the bold universe within
flip mode is the squad

what I learned today at work but not while working

rembrandt's forgeries
were formidable but he
still fell for fake coins

the billionaire show

why try and figure
someone else's ethics out
serve them hertz donuts

our connection

meant to be normal,
inevitable, we go
with tragic instead.

it was such a shame
to have died in a plane crash
my blood will run red

Key Words

my mom reads this and
just the same, two more hours
until reefer haze

Sadness

Qohelet says to
see you like music. You come
upon us by turns.

ars poetica noir

Stand up and show me.
Just show up: I'll sing for a
Spark in the blackout.

for greg (who need not want to be)

it's still raining and
i'm dreaming of driving til
dawn with cat power.

Moving to Kyoto

Newly bleached blond, i'll
walk north on Shijo-Dori
to meet you for brunch.
*
you're at Nishiki
Market, waiting, hot yaki
imo in each hand.
*
Weekdays--teach English
at the U. Nights-- write poems, read
manga right-to-left.
*
Weekends--temple tours,
tea rooms. Hanami parties:
blossom canopies.
*
I will paint landscapes,
you will go to ninja school.
Simple: happy, free.

'83

this is serious shit
starring me

(Haiku to tune of
bird snaps thread)

1/1/84

--Alice Notley

Bizbot Blues

I broke my fingers
upon a burning pillow,
sued for worker's comp

New Age Thursday

In a prior life
I died of scurvy, and now
I love pineapple.

i am constantly almost tripping

new time release pills
create curious marks on
the visual realm.