Thursday, October 30, 2014

Blur

Were you ever a blur?

Were you ever a word that turned into thistles?
Were you ever a word that turned into fur?

Were you ever a blur?




Saturday, October 25, 2014

Mexico

Why does every message I get from
Mexico look like a
sex-text from a swat team?

Get naked!
Walk out the front door!

It's always bad advice!


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Yuba River

Every summer someone is
swept away from a

pool in a bend of the
Yuba River above the Bridegeport Bridge,

where the river grinds stone into sand
and the sand can

suddenly slip away.

Eventually the EMT's from Yuba City
haul away the corpse in their

all-purpose

hearse and ambulance
and there are worse

ways to die than drowning in the
Yuba River above the Bridgeport Bridge,

where the river runs fast and cold and clear.





Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Café Ebola

Do you sing as you swing through the jungle?
Did you ever escape from a zoo?
Do they wash you in ozone or ouzo?

Is that your mouth on my menu?

Are you more like an eel or an oboe?
Are you more like a bomb or bamboo?
Are you more like a nub or a zebu?

Is that your mouth on my menu?





Friday, October 10, 2014

First Date

Are you my brick?
Am I your pecan?

I got a pancake in my brain-pan!





Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Forest Lawn

What I need is a teacher to teach me to
speak in trochees and I need to be

buried in the same
grave and coffin as Greta Garbo!

What I got is a row of rented
weepers and a

B-list bouquet from MGM.



Saturday, October 4, 2014

Ghost to Ghost

Aboriginal man, aboriginal TV repairman,
I worked most of my life in Melbourne and Sydney,
telecine to kinescope, film into TV in the Menzies Hotel,
ghost to ghost from American studios,
but now I don't die into ghost TV,
I don't die into kinescope neither,
I die into fire and stars and whispers.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Teach

I coulda been a made man!
I coulda teached to teach!

I coulda traded my socks for
cosmic moxie!

I coulda ate a bomb!
I coulda teached to teach!