#292: weather

butt-ass cold in TN
wordness
from stove
is that
it's butt-ass cold
in TN

# 291: BATTLE HYMN OFF YE UNDERWATER REPUBLICK, AS IMPROVISED BY THE RHINE MAIDENS

O inestimably wise
  dolphin taming
skull conquering
   post-verbal essence!

Fuck you!

#290: SIRVENS De Honeste Amore: Condemned 1277

all things disorganized
and inaccessible
   the senses
let in all manner of crap which is after a while
impossible to distinguish
   from beauty--

negating reliability

of either category

   more or less

AND with everything old and new
there is no wilderness

but still I love how hot everything gets


envoi
Andreas I will see that they

canónize you
if it's the first thing I never do

#289: Cookies of Joy

christmastime
12th-century
nuns
are cruising around the abbey
eatn cookies
cookies of joy

!
they can't stop eating them!
!

but mama Hildegard says
'have as many as you want'

#288: WHAT IS A BONE-PENCIL

we've got problems:
LAUNDRY problems
CAT problems
HIBACHE problems
HARDWARE problems
SOFTWARE problems
VOCABULARY problems
DREAM problems


also problems:
BONE-PENCIL
SUMMERS-DAY
IMPERIAL
PSYCHIC
OVERLOAD


plus

ADMINiSTRATIVE OFERMŌD


but....these are practically our

ONLY problems!

#287: L.B.E.

I said to her 'corragio'
but promised myself a cup of absinthe
when I was one again chez moi
though I knew it would make me puke

i have sympathy to spare for the USA
but this is important: Rome,
preferably from atop the Janiculum
is where I'll make my last bitch effort

which when I do
you will know
from my 'corragio'

# 286: Holidays

it is beginning to be late
in the afternoon
the buildings are beginning
to go quiet
and a colder breeze
pours through my window

people everywhere
are beginning to say
'fuck it'

# 285: Extra non-day morning

a gurdel of gyle

i wold go a mile

...to see the mordaunt

we wake to find much haste and rummage in the land
luckily the Cloisters Apocalypse
is near to hand

it is late
it gets later and later
as we read and read


heartsick for a bone

#284: pulsare

my Zen is not so good
i have no yoga
i cannot slow my pulse
enough to see a goddamned thing
I cannot turn aside stimulations
that fill my brain
with holes
pollution
is what I crave
and oxplowsions!

#283: CENA IMPROBA HAMBURGERES INANES

hamburgers of emptiness!
the buns are firm enough
and correct in shape

delicious as murder

and as indecent

they are the culmination of the lame-ass dreams
of many men

you are also dreamed by them
you too will be selected
when your ass
is good and ripe
and ground completely into nothingness

#282: Let them send out alarms

let them send doubt alarms
let them send out all arms
let them sin. doubt. tall arms.

nothing makes sense anymore

     that's a plus or a minus
     depending
      on the score

stoned or on a sugar high
you'll soon hear
the sirens

#281: Let's get lost

i am sweet and useful
didactic and delectable

O, whose unassassinated brother
are you?

motha  fuckahs
I don't know where
     i am going
but am stopping for beer
     on the way




next time's blues: lost inter arma

#280: Lost in each others arms

problem: can't find
the mortgage bill

but they got free kitty cats
down at the shelter

#279: Let's Get Lost

toccata and fugue
a touch and a flight


holy schlitz those

were some memorable improvisations

improve

improvident

improvisus: that which is unforeseen, an emergency

sapienti nihil improvisum accidere potest, nihil inopinatus,

nihil omnino novus

Tusc. Disp. 4.15.37

and I sayde hys

opinion was gode

Amen, sayde sir Thomas Maleorré

#278: many a lonely walk

many a lonely walk have I walked
and many a lonely path
among many skeevy districts
looking for a polling place

there was a scream-cat there
and it was crazy

crazy as the muddled ill-handled horse of the pervert i saw
looking for a cash machine
in Alabama

he had friends but they were never
really friends
if you think about it they hated him
as he hated himself
too much cruelty coming from his parents
too many spankings!
too much too much

i can hear them howling
even now

his well-wishers can wish him all the well they may
but they will be relieved when he has gone away
but his horse will be glad
when he is gone

poor thing! I will help him find
somewhat to nibble on

#277: only to find

themselfs struck blind
their hands chopped off
their moon reduced
to a moldy rind

# 276: Quivering demon

quivering with desire
for tiny girls with angel faces
demons abandon
their hiding places

#275: SNOW

its all
a joke to thi
s guy

it is so frekin cold

evrythins a joke i say

with howver such a

fffffukck! its cold

far-out punchline
as to coincide
with our ouerall
destruccion

im not sayng
it isn't funy
but it hath no survivors

[avalanche]

crapples! keep your heads
remember to spit
upward

#274: HYPOTHETICAL FAIL

if i weren't married
I should steal your
Marxist girlfriend
for my self

heh heh heh

or rather I would say
I should make an ultra-pathetic attempt
to steal said Marxist girlfriend

and certainly go down in flames
or explose!

yes, be utterly explosed
in the midst of my imaginings

by my own dirty cocktail

in my disgusting little apartment

#273: Heavy

hard-core delights
each more fleething than the last
appear both irreversible and
very difficult to remember, I must say,
yet hide strange meaning

but I don't know
i might be full of prunes
these might  be but vain factitious runes
cast quite drunkenly in forgotten seasons
heavy with forgotten reasons

#272: I have been here before

I have been here before

I was hanged for a pickpocket

in the Bailey


to me at some unspecific date

were attributed terrible poems

about vegetation

I did not write them

but I was there


I have been here before

this was my grave once

#271: sacred goat calendar

bearing the bite marks
of the beasts themselves it is furtively passed
among the members of the group
photographed in many different lights
and impossible perspectives

its grid the source
of much anxiety
and discomfort

its surface shines
with irreversible magic

it cannot be destroyed
i know
for I have often tried

#270: Extreamely tyred

the man sayd hee was Extreamly tyred
and wold unto Bedde but if he coud
when it was sayd to hym that it was yet earlie
sixe or thereabouts he sayde
Well I suppose some VVitch hath laid
some curse on mee, and hee meant a Sleepyng
Curse and he was then asked
when the sayd VVitch hadde layd
on hym said curse and by what meanes
she dide so
but hee was allready asleepe

#269: La Complainte d’Outremer, lines 1-13

Emperor and king and count,
duke and prince to whom are read aloud
for your amusement, many a lai
concerning those who, back in the day,
always went in search of war
galloping to Outremer
for the sake of Holy Church—
Now tell me based on what great work
you hope to enter Paradise?
Look, if you have eyes:
these who gained it formerly
(the ones whose tales you so enjoy)
gained it by their deaths, and torment
which they gladly underwent.

This is the time. God is looking for you,
arms extended, stained with blood.

          from the French of Rutebeuf
                            (c. 1250- c.1285)

#268: whirlwind

to hide the whirlwind...

in what corners soever
it may be hidden
they shall seek to hide it
from the spirit of tidiness

as you will have guessed
their theories are insane

their crumbly words devote
to the lizard brane

they will not even be looking
for what i am busily hiding

it will be a big surprise
for their
watery organs
to explane