Tuesday, February 25, 2014
jump up! jump around! i’m feeling stupid
& profound all
wrappedup in coffee all jazzed on moonlight
bright white flowers bursting this
night will never end
hop hop rabbit! hop hop up!
there’s sugar in the coffeecup
there’s seaweed in
the maze & i’m dazed & crazed (&
only slightly fazed)
there’s sugar in the coffeecup there’s honey down
the well (ain’t it
fab? ain’t it swell?) ding dong!
ding dong!
pussy’s down the well
jump in! get
down! put on your golden
crown & dub yourself the monarch
of moths kissing that
spangled flame (now
see) there’s sugar in the
coffeecup there’s thistles
in the field there’s moonlight in your candy
skull (shining bright! shining
white!)
there’s sugar in the coffeecup there’s treacle down
the well (sticky & tricky &
oh so kicky) ding
dong! ding dong! honey’s
down the well
& you are my
astrology slightly lightly shining bright
(because) there’s sugar in the
coffeecup there’s magic in
the grass & you’ve amassed a
mass of class (oh
yes) there’s sugar
in the coffeecup there’s honey down
the well (get beat! get
sweet!) ding dong!
ding dong! (whatta
treat!) rabbit’s down
the well
Saturday, February 22, 2014
in the corner of orange
i wait impatiently for bursting green &
fireworks starlight dripping from
my catholic shoes & i dream our lady of dandelions
blooming like blue eggs dancing
lightly on her
ragtime bones
in the corner of chalk
under the temple of the spangled priest i sleep
fitfully with your ragamuffin quilt
the taste of kisses
on my cheek with a sprinkling of angels
& a shower of
serpentine saudade
a brief glance of
teeth & the fall of
autumn hearts
in the corner of pepper i hear
the ocean of your tears moving quickly through the
velveteen shadows forever dripping starlight
drops into the
eye in the sand lost in the
tomb of king moon ra
a kindly crescent crybaby caul
in the corner of bright
on a bed of flowers between the
horns of hop & hollow i halo my
own masquerade growing lightning liquid with a sprinkling
of angels & a shower
of shattered shards a brief
glance of teeth & the
cartoon trap of springtime wine
Thursday, February 20, 2014
This is what I’m currently reading, what’s entertaining me, educating me, inspiring me (book-wise). Some of these are first time reads, some are rereads.
From top to bottom: The Assassin’s Curse by Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Emperor of Dreams by Clark Ashton Smith, In the Palm of Your Hand: a Poet’s Portable Workshop — A Lively and Illuminating Guide for the Practicing Poet by Steve Kowit, The Trickster’s Hat: a Mischievous Apprenticeship in Creativity by Nick Bantock, volume 2 of Grant Morrison’s Doom Patrol (the Brotherhood of Dada!), Wonderbook: the Illustrated Guide to Creating Imaginative Fiction by Jeff VanderMeer.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
the owls
are sifting us
softly tonight & that straw
hat you wear is a map of the
lost loves that plague your sleep leaving you
cold in a closet
& oh that cotton rag placed squarely on my
shoulders will embalm me in green vinyl at
the end of the feast
of pumpkins
goldleaf & aluminumtooth pinned to his
madcap bubblegum & his entrance at
heaven’s gate will be delayed as he gets
closer to his heart’s desire
(& the owls are circling
& the owls are circling)
in the garden of patchwork elephants she glows twice
nice in blue & silver &
stain & her paper lungs will
burst when she dances a
secret samba
–& I remember when i was a kid
a nomad squirrel in oceanic blue stuck
in the same cartoon running
’round a tigertorn map with flickering cinema eyes–
(& the owls are circling
& the owls are circling)
& the empire will rust
& ruin before our bonfires burst in
sizzling grey chalk drawings
on the palms of the secret yellow
king an invitation to the carnival
of lights sealed in
streetlights painted by cabalistic janitors
(& the owls are circling
& the owls are circling)
& nothing
nothing is what it seems
Monday, February 17, 2014
head in the clouds head in
the sand head in the water
hand-in-hand
with heart &
head watermelon snoozers in my
bed
in my head
my sweater
unraveling before the
fall all in
all since
you
forgot it’s never too late it’s
never too late it’s
never too late
for the times we spent in
cages of ice broken
into motes
of dust our blood coursing
with dirt & rust stained &
chained by rain
& cloud
head in the sky head
in the sand head
underwater
& all the sins you
forgot reflected in our mineral eyes
it’s never never never too
late to play dancing in
the cerulean light too bright to
see but squint &
smile watermelon curling ’round my head
hand-in-hand with moss &
stone beet & blood
spilt on the
floor reflected in your
lava & ice it’s
never too late it’s never
too late a frozen heart
a frozen soul
a foul sprinkling changing
playing head in
the sea
head on the
beach doused in bleach &
blueberry light too
bright to burn & sparkle clean
beaten bloody still
on the
floor teeth like diamonds chewing
petals reflecting & then crystallized
sketched & inked & drawn
& quartered everybody
falling to pieces stop
& think stop & think
head in the stars
head in the
sand head underground
it’s never never never too late
to play breaking
the chains of pain &
dryness watermelon
grooves inside my feet
drowning in the winegum light dancing
in the neon light dreaming
in the godstained light
it’s never too late it’s never
too late
…it’s never too late
it’s never too late…
Friday, February 14, 2014
i have a craving to go raving
through the streets of your ghosttown
following you thusly & mostly
’round here & there & thar
i have an inkling to go sinking
singing & chanting & choochoochooing
dancing ’round the cathedral
of your sweet sweet self
& thisly & thusly
my thistlehead whistling
i will be for you
& yesly & mostly
i am for you
as if anyone else could do
