Monday, December 25, 2017

#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!








Sunday, December 24, 2017

#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'












Saturday, December 23, 2017

# 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'



Friday, December 22, 2017

# 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











Thursday, December 21, 2017

#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!




Wednesday, December 20, 2017

#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




Tuesday, December 19, 2017

#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