autumns around the bend

one person harmony

so under the influence of no sleep,
high stress, and low nurishment,
i have unraveled a pocket-full
           of
concerns that include
                    and
are not limited to the following:

1. if everyone on this planet
    turned on their electric
    shaver...or toothbrush,
    would it jack this planet off
    it's axis?

2. cats (dudley) reign undefeated at
    staring combats and similar yet
    slightly more important one-on-one
    challenges like "intimidation"
    and "lion impressions"

3.  a highly developed acapella scat
     skill

black cats blushing

i'm madly in love with the sound of a straw
sucking an almost empty iced cup of root beer

frozen yogurt phenomena = justin beiber obsession

when i realized there were no such things

as three-legged animals,

my good mood was decapitated.

momentum

right now it's like Barry Mcgee's treatment of his art, my life's like

a grenade exploding is the slowest animation possible...i know
what's going to happen and i would like for it to climax already

Dolores Park

REM appetizer

tres pennies and a ball of lint

just another nondescript brick in the wall
pocket gutter spelunking
maybe a murdering clown
or a toy boat at the junction

no pearls of wisdom
could precipitate from this loitering storm cloud
but i'll elope with my umbrella
and float
with miles or etta
pon the throat

moo cow in a coma
must mean a rusted copper wiring
or intravenous corn bludgeon
might the synapse be misfiring

perspire rope walking wire
plot thickening
the blood
curdling with desire

i'll take a paper route
just so i can throw the facts at you

set it on fire
just like you asked me to

with inuits and those of the steppes

to the tempo of eucalyptus belly dance
and wheat stalk wind undulating

our steps lay swath from field to bluff
until sun beam cheddar clouds agitate

flabbergasting brethren

stillness incubating mind

hummingbird come to observe
a conga passing through our spine

brian bryne david eno staring contest

paraplegic nickel and dime punk
delivering buckets'a'junkyard pedagogy
...
till a pinwheel commences reverse engineering
kid's spunk's cheapest item on the menu

must the ferrymen summon shiny offerings
last a stray pegasus occupation proposition
when today's hail storms the burning bush
id rather cherry pick a constellation
on your end of the galaxy

trust an orphan rubbernecking her delusions
of fleeting communion and memetic rapture
...
i'll agree to hallucinate a tragedy
might a wick be lit in wax
than get vexed by the buoyancy of this fable flattery
to which a faux is a matter of fact