February 2012
1 post
POETS IN PUBLIC
open hearts
surging.
an open heart with valves l u n g i n g
out of an old man reciting poetry
on Pike St.
to no one in particular
his face has been mangled
by too much definition;
surgically cut and tapered
by every expression he has
ever made.
he is a gallery of unfinished
effigies
of tire-irons welded together
dusting and rusting over
serving no purpose yet
much too massive to...
January 2012
4 posts
http://m.soundcloud.com/hooliganhillsandthebeat/ven... →
8 tags
DIZZY DISCO FACEPLANT
DIZZY DISCO FACE-PLANTS
contort your cataracts
__
__________
_____ ______
to counter
to sheath
the interaction between
you and your private
turpitude;
that recessive binge-ball
where honor is not an option
and your moral fiber has frayed-
nondescript.
your sacrosanct shangri-la
your modus operandi
crawls out of that salivating slit
you call a mouth
whenever that...
11 tags
FULL-TILT ECONOMIC 360º
ALL GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
HAVE SIMULTANEOUSLY
QUIT OFFICE TO PURSUE
ALTERNATIVE CAREER PATHS
DUE TO THIS UNEXPECTED PHENOMENON:
ALL FORMS OF CURRENCY-
OF LEGAL TENDER-
HAVE EVAPORATED.
EVERY ACCOUNT HAS A BALANCE OF:
ZERO,
EVERY VAULT CONTAINS NOTHING BUT
AN ECHO,
EVERY POCKET AND WALLET
IS FULL OF WORRIED FINGERS
SCRAPING AT LINT AND BUS TRANSFERS.
NO MORE MONEY!
I HEARD IT ON...
5 tags
December 2011
9 posts
4 tags
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I never thought it could look like this
but it does, our rebirth is not limited
to dollars, cents
hang ups that drag us out
into temperamental
ejaculatory comas
we can’t forget what made
the colors mix
we can’t forget why we put
the fire out and ran toward beaches
sand between our toes
and sun kissed necks
craning to get higher and higher
to kiss the sun...
3 tags
The Next Minute
One minute I am
swishing Manny’s
tapping on an airplane bottle
full of Fireball
in my breast pocket-
a gay senator cracks
a joke at my expense
I am growing deaf to jokes
so I don’t really know
if it was actually made
at my expense
SO I KEEP LAUGHING LOUDER
humoring the funny man and
slapping the knees of my funny friends.
The next minute I am
not...
Psalms 83:18
stretch out into the ether
so that we may bump into
each other
waltzing to the soundtrack
of Miranda July
and haiku hiccups
outside of Howarth Park.
the particles of our personas
baffling stethoscopes
and CEOs
I will love you the best I can
groping you as I used to grip
onto my stuffed sense of innocence
that she never gave a name
that never needed a name
I don’t have to know yours...
Friends
The cynic died when I heard you cry out my name in such delight! I love you! we’re going to grow old together - in less than an hour. we’re going to be foreign tourists in our native flesh; from sperm to skeletons, standing in place amidst acres of raw, fulfilling experiences. Where the Eskimo becomes the artist and we benefit from betrayal.
Little Columbus (You Must Be This Tall To Ride)
we’re tossing and turning green
weaning ourselves off of the grid
from the fables
from the troth
from the cables
euthanizing everyone
for authenticated truth
IT’S AN EMPIRE!
without a Cincinnatus
without a panther of any color
just bridges collapsing,
holding hundreds of Guy Fawkeses
this is a country that thrives on war
so it’s only natural that we...
Every day is triumphant
Every night is pitiful
I hate the word “every”
Originality in the form of Neurosis: Olympia,... →
seedlessfruitless:
I used to want to save the whales: keep their blubber out of sailor’s lamps and The lipsticks that I now wear.
Her name was Olympia, killed by poachers.
I was 7,
And she was dead.
I was 7,
With lifesaver fingers concentric with themselves In rusted rungs of cheap copper: I couldn’t…
November 2011
16 posts
A Moon, Full (Of Stalactites)
seedlessfruitless:
My sheepskin is dripping with oil, pulling on my spine,
Making it concave and filled with stalactites. It wears down on me:
Heavy,
Bending bones,
Breaking bones,
Bleeding bones,
but without it, a nude hypothermia awaits,
hiding in the wolf’s shadow: an emboldened voice howls at a falsified moon,
and somehow it sounds like mine,
but colder.
Western Buddha
on a not so crazy day
I’m smoking beneath
a festival of lights and empty pinatas
my friends are stressed out about
money
I’m stressed about
money
more than I am
about getting home
because that problem would be
solved
with money
money is like tobacco
we beg for it when
it’s running out
but when we have some
it all just burns away
anyways
...
POET SEX (the ultimate pop song)
you know that I can’t contend
with those flying jets.
but I will walk with you
through brick and smoke
I will talk with you
through brick and smoke
I will be with you
through brick and smoke
even when you think
there is someone else.
because there is always
someone else
to be thought of;
loved. lamented. loathed.
lucky to have gotten away
before you became
an...
5 tags
we were strangers (part: one)
we were strangers
when we met.
you were in a prison
of demented jokes
and self-loathing
prose
you were too ashamed
to recite.
of strolls through
sheets of winding streets
and rain that soaked
through you
joyless.
you smoked your first
cigarette
thinking it would be your last
and drank your first six pack
that distracted you
from that plan.
you slept on a...
we were strangers (part: three)
you are always going
to be scared
even when you are
doing
exactly what you want to be
doing.
and you are doing
it.
you are always going to
be doing
something
now.
look at you
look at your growth
as you disperse
submerge
yourself in to
a career
of constant cleansing
through expunging
all of your demons
through exposure to
love;
without romancing
too...
we were strangers (part: two)
the time we had spent
in solidarity
was not sanctimonious
nor was it
tranquil or spiritual
or anywhere in between
Heaven and Hollywood
it was an erotic nightmare
you still haven’t completely shared
with anyone
because even though
it wasn’t precious
it is all still very
special to you.
we were strangers
when we met.
even when we were
beginning to look
...
14 tags
written with the love of mine
WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN TO ME?
IT MEANS THAT YOU DO IT
IF OR IF NOT YOU UNDERSTAND
THE COMPLEXITY, THE FRAILTY, THE INJUSTICE
BECAUSE WITHOUT IT HALLMARK GOES BANKRUPT.
4 tags
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE HITS?
whatever happened
to the hits?
I know what happened
to the hits
everyone has gotten
REALLY GOOD
AT SOMETHING
artists are artists
artists aren’t Tom
Dick or Harry
or Sally or Jessica
artists are…
artists
poets are poets
musicians are musicians
and photographers are
taking their pictures
all guts their first hard try
they shake and cry
from their own...
5 tags
Dax Anderson For President
the skin on the heel
of my right foot
is raw and cracking
layers are scratching off
and I have a blood blister
that is now as hard as a rock
between the index finger
and thumb
on my left hand-
knots like proximity mines
stick to my spine
and shoulder blades
I let the shower run
while I force a bowel movement
into my busy schedule
one friend leaves for L.A.
this...
3 tags
to all of my friends and the disappointed...
I worry
I worry!
all of my friends and their hardships
Their brisk jogs through
terminating relationships
long shifts at jobs that don’t
give them time
to access whatever problems
they have
and reassemble themselves
they need rest
to dream
they ought to be allowed
to live those dreams
that should only be
unrealistic
if it’s been seen
in a movie
or...
Originality in the form of Neurosis: Everyone was... →
seedlessfruitless:
Everyone was a candelabrum, flickering and flinching and waiting to go out:
Dying just to feel alive,
Dying just to wait to die again,
Dying to keep others living,
Dying just to keep yourself in place,
To keep yourself even—
Like ordering greasy bar food after too many AMF’s,
…
8 tags
You, Bukowski, Me, Sexton, Myself, Giorno, and I
there is
such a thing
as controlled decadence;
it is where one becomes
pardoned
exonerated by the macros
for any peroid
of time.
you have been given ways
to waste it, this break:
a choice of space and substance
and company
which shall be left
uncommunicated
it is your secret love
do not hinder yourself
by shouting it’s name
you will be caught
eventually
...
October 2011
12 posts
HELL IN THE HEART
The ripples and tracks in the water were violently scintillating. His hands were beginning to shake and stiffen as though his wrists were throats and the early October morning chill was strangling the life out of them while he continued to dig for another rock to skip - burying them into what felt like a crate of Alaskan snow. Sifting through tarnished, off-white shells and cracked stones; Boyd...
I've Never Been To Kansas
there was an American flag
strapped to smokestacks,
there were windows floating,
looking into offices
that had a better view of me and
everyone else’s city
above Benaroya Hall
I saw a slim, tight black girl
with zebra print leggings
and she caught my eye;
when you enter your home
from the backside
it doesn’t feel like your home
I’ve never been to...
VOTE OR DON'T
the greater the power given
by us to another
the more irresponsible
we become
I want to see a dishwasher
run for congress.
everything is only interesting
once it’s over
we will move on
to something else
someone else
someplace else…
eighteen tigers
nine lions
eight lionesses
three mountain lions
six black bears
two grizzly bears
a baboon
and a partridge in a pear tree
were shot to sleep in
Zanesville, Ohio
by Zanesville, Ohio PD
I crossed every finger and toe
and both
testicles
for 12 Monkeys
and...
In The Commune...
everybody I ever desired
or tasted
was swimming
in my brainstorm
dew beads came down
overhead
like molasses
coating their moulds
I made up;
inaccurately
and exaggerated
their thighs
breasts
hips
necklines
mouths
heaved
engulfing me
we swam together
in my brainstorm
that never left my body
until we became flushed
blushing
copulating corpses
with...
She wasn't a Goddess but she was wearing it
it’s daunting
how a fragrance
can strip you
from wherever you are
for a moment
and drape you
in the aroma of your past
where you thought
something tumultuous
could last
vietnam and ecstasy
I thought they stopped selling
that shit
she wasn’t a goddess either
but she was wearing it
Originality in the form of Neurosis: Past selves... →
seedlessfruitless:
Past selves battling, batting their eyelashes like Grecian swords,
Like sperm competing; There was only one that would prevail, but it would always end in blood.
A nomadic switch turned by flicks of wrists, anything glistens if you pour rain on it,
A NOMADIC SWITCH! Anything…
HI-DEF ANXIETY
swelling throat
as tight as my butthole
freezing perspiration
coating the back of my ears,
palms,
ankles,
wrists,
I can’t get a grip on this
with slimy hands
darting around like a
mad
man
searching for an alleyway
or seat away
from anyone
so that I can make an embarrassing
face
and purge
from my eyes
this great misunderstanding
of myself
as people...
Cheap Trick
I NEED TO
WANT YOU
I WANT TO
NEED YOU
to have and to
not throw
VERBALLY BLEED
onto me
you can pick
WHICH LIPS
to bleed from
as long as some of it
gets on me
NOBODY HAS TO KILL
THEMSELVES
OVER THIS
WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE
regardless
over this
I YEARN FOR WORDS
OVER MINE
THE YARNS AND STORIES
OF OUR LIVES
INTERTWINING
I WANT TO ADMIRE
THOSE I...
Tomato Bisque Soup
my favorite method
of meditation
for when I have made
a decision
I can’t go back on
is to rest
my 5000 watt
bumping hangover
on the edge
of a table
with my eyes closed
for five minutes
illustrating the sensation
of the table tipping
from the weight of it
periodically slurping
Tomato Bisque Soup.
I can’t focus on
the expected intervals
of the...
September 2011
2 posts
Ex-Mas
Is California calling you?
Could you spend Ex-Mas there?
Garage rock anecdotes/
Long, weightless hair
As gone as God
As gone as God
We will pray to you through
Letters we forget to send
You made it sound so beautiful
We marvelled in that trend
As gone as God
As gone as God
BAH BAH BAH
BAH BAH BAH
I did not become a poet
to become a poet
to write alone;
stoic
I did not become a drunk
to become a drunk
to drink alone;
blunt
It only happened that
way
as all things
happen
in a typical fashion-
a passe passion
though she never
wears blue velvet
I breathe her breath
and I kiss her kiss
and it tastes like
black velvet
no-one drinks
black...