[MOVE TO TRASH] (oh, if only I had)

hitched a cloud and
bare-rode back

broke ocean’s wing and
took out a flock o’

or is it

I’ll go bang my blame against a
wall or ask that drunk,
Sir Platypus

while manatees handstand
so proud in plaid at

no taste for golf,
you see,

i prefer my balls in pants
where noon suns
won’t reach.

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Artificial Theater

artificiality is a date sensitive
modality and that’s official
word from day’s best
artificial deity,

superficial reciprocity
is rampant and that’s
official word from
the sacrificial

when art’s made official
olympic sport, give me a ring
and like a prince, i’ll come
paint the court.

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Row Yer Boat, Kid.

kid rowed his boat down sewer
flow past skid row,

no oars, just paddled with hidden hands
to Fleet Street bar where six o’clock
shadows drink horse piss
at high noon,

sold that boat down muddy river
and am braced for tired
tread home,

but only when this ghost bar sinks
into harbor midst a refrain
of grateful groans.

image: https://giphy.com/explore/ghost-bar

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Dark-harbour-walls/391682/3425787/view

Room for Green?

can you make room in
this stale room for
my dry plant?

thumbs now more black than green
from swingin’ hammers during
that summer i tried to build
her that grand gazebo
while hammered,

out back.

was then and there i saw
a garden in throes
of shameful

so i brought home some leafy green
in hopes its pigment proves
better than mine
at catching

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these sameness days
run endless

and how i crave the end
in good lord’s light
not yet flashed
our way

fate be thy will and by which
date will we have learned
these killing drills
won’t mend us?

but i’ve been such a
good little sheep,
never stopped
my leapin’
for shit


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Oasis on a Mattress

woke-up all cobwebs and
eye crust, what fool said this
sleep thing’s a beauty?

more like a swamp thang with
the kinda breath that shocks
dear moon so much she
leaves her sky just to get
away from it.

though her beauty’s like
a little eyelash broom
sweepin’ crusts and cobs
to shady corner of
eyes’ no longer
sleepy rooms

just lay with me,
girl, ’til noon?

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Backside of the Tracks

was born and grazed on
backside of time’s

and each time i’d tap my ruby shoes
onto soils of of the right side
i’d rush right back to
to my own trash,
and hide-

somehow, it just felt right
and in some strange way
trash felt more
like life.

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-From-the-Wrong-Side-of-the-Tracks/422383/2931958/view

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Pub Crawler

cad’s neon tides crash
the city streets all
bloody night,

track his florescent prints behind
the shed of mind’s dirty little
secret curtain life

horn solos cut through the sweaty
strobe night patterns like a
hot sword might through
butter knife,

c’mere boo and catch a whiff
of this Prada cologne

and all the soft lawn lantern tones
lightin’ up the dirt roads he
back-crawls home.

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