Once in a Million Squid

And far off these necessitates
Quarrel unwinding, to be feared,

Past the millionth past.
Ease quotes the record,

Paleolithic turntables against
Quote switches, the thumb.

Here I admit it: follow the scraps,
Important release forms, change

The code on the entry bar, lean
Like gleaming stones

Earmarked to these new oceanic heat vents,
I weigh a thrusting elbow

To the dark. Swim, swim.
Express the forgotten chunks.

Macular System

A gunshot of distance and burnt rounds
Shape the spot of sun which I remember

I remember the shape of sun spot round
Burnt into my eye,

I remember the round shot burnt red
Into my eye, my remembering.

At severe highway speeds the traffic cones
Loom in blur then materialize

Like a hard kernel in the popcorn
A gliding vision turned into sudden rock,

The absorbed light masticated on points.
And then the unfinished bridge

Rows of unhinged rebar, hull of shape
Reported hanging around

The spot of blast and sun.

Traced Sonics

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Nox-pin clink, foreground thistle

To steam, to slither outright

Barnacles and currency, cloisters

Of change, stirrups a head dress

Drenched in parfait the noodler

Condemns each sniff of the handlebar

Sting-bat and Norway mashuggahs

Environments of over-clones

Knife the transcendentalist to backwaters

No further taxonomy required

Clink-jam a conifer, shredded everywheres

Link up to paginate this looking,

This coffee is a plastic edict, poppers

Extreme predictions of the new cacophony.

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Not the Yellow Line

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On the stain, destiny, countervailed

Bearing change to receive a holy

Tax deduction, while scrubbers amass

Like clouds of vermin to eradicate

The bubbling, sticky effluvia

From the turnstiles.

Peeking like a walnut or a barb

On the wire, your chainlink squanders

Her winks on the backyard, her

Valance of dog turds, reward everlasting.

The long road is messy, rumble stripped,

Concentric with the marble of fleshrings

Like fat on a grapefruit or hog. And slick,

Youwee, she got it in for you, turnstiles

And all.

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Mistotranshabitional Unfunction

Otters teeth like stumps to others,
Knives in the bathroom lights like vines.

Trumpets crunch in riverbeds, grow steps,
Stem tubers out for gills, meteors.

Crests in stabbing, heroics of the stork
In retreat. Goody bar. The end-eating train

Stems more, growing loose root meats,
Over the heads, down wired to haze.

The levers, the ledge, whoso clever, cogs:
Unveils their effluvia

With whips and spinning ships of Shaw
Stratagems, other gamy meats to straw.

Turn it off, hinge back the link and newt,
No gear mists the grates. Stink. Offer agony.

Détruisez

Look, the sun sets out her silver,
Reminder of a lag in humility.
We forget to prove as well
To one another so
These stubbed toes send their memos:
Notches hurt the same.

Let-downs and tabs, a coat tag for the brain.

Assemble nice some clinging, sense
The garbage bags:
Think how breathing lends the farm
Her gristle, her
Smooth voice of outrage.

Or remember the divide
Of trestle and graffiti, the swag
Of love and proclamations towards defeat:

Destroy the system, tear it down.

How loose the metal looks
Without the light, how suddenly hairy
Has grown this lag in darkness.

For Cents

And a depression in the soft

Of currency, managed heads

Beads and discriminated furrows,

The corn in her vestments

Yet to wed, still in the perusal

Of soft sun and somewhere

Else, distant hammering, a concourse

Going up for the righteous to

Watch from. Listen to the wind

For some oohs and aahs,

Crowds of pruning heads a jingle

To the news, anchor of the day

From this equator, torrid sunlight

On crops and crops of money.

Log Entries

And sterile seeming nauticals

Come streaming to the tubular

When nodes believe the negative

And steam makes molds of rebar

Like sweeping beams of corded wood

And happy dreams of doom

Some sandwich barriers sand the islands

Or twitch bread link the shark’s beard

I leave this shoal a bannered tile

A dash of berry brainy noodles

To serve the severed tides, like these

Unhammered nails, unmasted vessels

Break upon the doorsteps in delirious slips

Sinking down to the stumps and treasure.

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Stegosaurus

Humanized by the secret caress of children

The caramelized dinosaur at the playground

Looms over the seesaw’s chewing rhythm

Like an offering. In my dream I decipher

The split of the many words for footstep, a jungles

Tears, reassembling them into

Carbon dated mechanics, a computer print out

Of fleeing herds, the desperate and doomed

Wrapped up together in words like eon and love.

At my end of extinction I’m a little droopy eyed,

Waiting outside the museum for a cab, some

Purpose, or just lingering with not much else

To motivate, perhaps masticating a cud

Wait for the world and its children

To fawn over my reassembled corpse.

Trebuchet

Or wheeling the corpse of a possum over

The four foot chain link and into my neighbor’s yard.

That of the unmowed, untended. He only uses

His back yard to figure eight on a clamorous

ATV that could serve no possible purpose in the city.

Because he wakes me up from my Saturday nap

With that high whine and his godaweful kids pummeling

At silence, I heave this poor comatoast fellers

Humble remains, this body of evidence, prayer

To the right god of sniveling vengeance

Right into the worn and sandy lane of my passive

Aggression. Back in the day, flinging the dead

Over the battlements was intended to spread disease.

These days it’s the only recourse a man has.

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The Darker Side of Car Culture

No escape. The Screen.

Dead righteous to the unnamable blur

Infostazzi

Asphalt pulse and professional footage

The honk remains the crane

Digging out flooring from brain bonnets

Of coral, dreams of the ocean floor

Rippled with remove, addled with worm

Caravans to, from, feedback

Realm the drone, feed on and on

Feed Back.

The gong cremates the tame,

And some are the mouths of the goalie

And a set of heels. A concrete banister

To the tinkling sound.

That thudding?

Only earth, clods and clods.

Brain Slug

Mosquito Teeth

Forty Four: I am leaving through gravel

Which is a voice, a voice of lines.

Forty Five: All the kings of plastic meant

No harm by the Drive-in, only ripples of snow

Forty Six: On the killing fields. Affection

Buys a ticket for the shivering wings.

Forty Seven: The last voice is a vacation,

Wholesale nutrients and evaporation.

Hippopotamus

In the mud, more of us have left B

It in the mud, not mine, you see R

Still thrashing in this version unhealthy A

Teeth, interpretation, recognition, I

Unhealthy. And so I’m tired and going N

Everywhere with legs like faces S

Pressed down by black gloves, L

Ivy skinned, wrinkled. The wet U

Makes snowshoes around my eyes, G

The knees, the windows open O

Like skipping records, bobble headed P

Continuum, one part stereo system, E

One part natural cog, seem-like N

Carrots on the wing. S