New York Angel Head Baby

Typical Girls

1979

I Got Stuck This Morning

Behind a woman in Strawberry St. Market paying for her NY times in change while most of this song played (loudly for 7:45) on the soundsystem.

Needless to say I spent most of the morning thinking about Missy Elliot.

Rock the House

last one I swear cuz Dr. Snodgrass hates Gorillaz

Bill Murray

Good Mornin' America, How Are Ya?

--"pancake batter covering a sausage link"

Hellfire Rain On You

Near Reba

Coming down the back way off Sharp- Top Mountain, Peaks of Otter

A Gorillaz For Dr. Snodgrass

Yeah I know I'm behind the curve on these but we ain't got no fuckin tee-vee, see?



Henry's Favorite-Clint Eastwood





Henry's Other Favorite oh yeah And Mommie's too--19/2000




May-may's favorite--DARE




Daddy's favorite--Dirty Harry

Hardware Word-of-the-Day

Your first burst: Utility Nozzle

Her proud brow of encumbrance.

Next, mincing fish sticks into forbidden

Not to mention odiferous resonance: Beano

The hard line in the grocery section, post-elderly

The stare of greening faces like a sudden shore

From a fog: deadpan. A marbling of veins

Sticking screws and weeds. Bright flash

Lead beads and tweed geezers, shows

Us how to do. Wing-nut gallery

Despicable plastic glass fronts and frame

Fountains with teeth, shop suck,

Crimp this.

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A Cremaster For Dr. Snodgrass

Hey Johnny Depp

You Never Check Your Back Pocket

Surely the Second Coming is at Hand

Workers of the World Unite

real Aliens

Can't Stop Loving You

caution--not safe for Abagail

--The Remains of Brian Borcherdt

Picnic Panic

Posthuman

The zombies arrive at the screening of your soul

Don’t look, the eggs are unhinging

with delight even as the antennae appear

Edge-shadowed from under the bunker.

In the suits of funeral participants, smudge dark

and dried up stiff around the stains, these fashions

they hedge the century by shaving more ice

into the ages by singing. These zombies are not

politely educated but they are critics, ultimately

Banging arrows into merchant dreams

with a thwock-thwock one two, clearing out helmets

and police cars just as fast as a wooly mammoth

strips out the safe harbor of the strip mall

by laying tread all down the city’s spine.

In the theater of the movie of your soul,

you are quaintly chewing on a drinking straw

as the bombing goes on, making you nervous.

Now the zombies are brewing coffee

with your brains but you have scripted a long

tunnel of escape and terror, so long

it stretches into infinity before caving in

but the zombies don’t stop squeezing through.

The Admission

This is the scene in the movie where we learn

that the zombies teeth become so accentuated

because the news of being dead travels first

to the mandibles then to the soul.

Maybe not so vampire or werewolf like

but you have to admit the teeth, the beacon

fires that let your whole being now it still is

and is yet no more, you have to admit they

get awful yellow awful quick, like a cart load

of corpses during the plague, the news

comes out of these scenes, and some bodies

get old and start to smell, right? and some get

up all tooth wrong, leaving little spurts of juice

like tips on the table and start to come

at you and you wonder how to get out of this

scene, the frames slipping so fast you fall ,

or you could be suspended in white space,

or slick on a wetness and as everything slows down

you notice how it gets long, gums wrinkling

like theater curtains and everything going yellow,

tumbling upon you like a sack of lemons was

held above you for so long and finally someone

came by with a sharp knife and sliced it open

on you, and you kneel down as they thump on you

because you have to admit it that we cant know

everything about the zombies and their teeth.