6.17.25
 
heads on beds
 
war on radio
 
phone just rang
 
hip in pain
 
drain the brain
 
pray for rain
 
rub the stain
 
for clubbing cranes
 
clear the veins
 
of weather vanes
 
or crowded lanes
 
& hemorrhaged brains
 
hold the rein
 
& fold the frame
 
& lock the flame
 
to greet the sane
 
& crack the chain
 
that names us game
 
yet blames our fame
 
for rocks in socks
 
& shocks of clocks
 
& mocks the docs
 
& hawks the lox
 
& flocks of fox
 
or sounds of knocks
 
or mellow jazz
 
between peace & paz
 
 
 
view from the loo
 
 
this is the one that doesn't matter
 
no one's looking, no one's lurking
 
 
 & my neighbor is not
 
walking a decadent truth shark
 
                           
                         instead, instead
                         drinking sea water in bed
 
                         so slow 
                         an aloe crow
 
                         over the head 
                         slight dread
 
                         could feed mop ‘n’ glo
                         to sullen g.i. joe
 
                         dint in a blink
                         bone in the sink
 
 
 
 
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Someone is singing "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" & I'm dizzy because I don't know where they are

On BART again, cold legs, sped up lights

& if we were still alive, we’d be asleep enough to explain what we really meant in jazz versions of country instrumentals
 
Tuvan throat singer in the Chapel of the Chimes
 
A singing dog who comes in the dream of one who lost their voice
Singing to the steam on the mirror
 
As Robin Gibb does the tenor part to a crooner duet in that new wave sequel to grease north of Polaris but south of the asteroid belt
 
Embedded sound in the round of the back of the neck, a B-side track
 

 
 
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cheep chief/ sedentary cemetery
 
shunned : shorned : magical : tragical
 
bone stone charm harm
 
heart to heart, bot to bot
 
stop : thought : hot : rot
 
 
           cooled by 9 o'clock shadow of the fan
 
           wooed by a fan of the band
 
 
 
 
5.7.25
 
The singers hide behind drummers;
The disabled fly higher in dreams;
Pride is a protest.
 
The dancers leap over dreaming bodies;
The doctors drink late at night;
Darkness is righteous. 
 
 
 
7.10.25
 
Between dawn & sunrise  
            there is movement between my ears
            chromatic romantic, parking lot throat
 
Between knee & foot
            a numbing down
 
Between the brightest
            & the hottest day
 
Between the loggers
            & the joggers,
             bees & trees,
Palm Springs & Firbanks
 
Between sunset & dusk
            majors & minors
            maybes & nobodies
            decadence & distance
 
Between the darkest & the coldest night,
             wasted years for eager ears
 
 
9.2.25
 
nowhere is now
here is nowhere
 
thought you were some
where, how now
 
calm common 
kamikaze comet
 
memory of a corner
memory of a coroner
 
cemetery of a cornet
cradling trombones
 
cockles & shackles
disappearances
 
cops of love, wheel-
chair of the stars
 
flops on desert
floor, sore 
 
saturnalia, weak
wisteria fleet
 
trickster smoke
broke & burned