Christmas!

On Every Metal Bow
Holidays Have Become Lovely
In the Glare of the Toy Doctors

H1N1 is just around the corner
7 days left to shop

Educate the Yankee Candler
who adores the Metal Toppers
They Fit Perfectly

Chippendales Won't Be Coming to Dinner
The Ham will not be Spiced Tonight

But I and You will stand beyond
the Fire and the Tree

Reading

more than anything
white lace on the windows
of classroom windows
- fire hazard

give me the
music ceremony

and white space
when i hold books, now

I do not turn pgs

read words space

windows covered in white lace
curtains

bedroom/visuals

When I Think of Apples

what a sinner
hidden under the smoke
water

18 boxes
and 3 on my shelf
in the back of the landmine

Big Apple, Big Malfunction

children of the tower
have changed into
the slippers in
the shelved boxes

without sinner, free of smoke

Listmania! List

Awesome books. Check them out.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/richpub/listmania/fullview/RJZOT5SHFF4HY/ref=cm_rna_own_lm

Boring

Lay over to the green side of the bed
so I may gargle in your ear

Evening sickness brings on
terrifying black passes

Resulting in orange tea
leaf dreams

At the side of a bowl
cracked, perhaps

Is this porcelain?
Is there a cheaper way to make these?

Leftovers, the green side of
the bed has brought too many

Kicks and snores
And now "are boring."

Off the Top

elate! the grand slapper has come
and gone

15 year virgins and
windshield wiper blades covered
in vaginal saps

on a drive
to the beer city
undergoing transparent
rearrangements of love
(and I hate to use
that word)

Last

Lies, you sold me well
   on the chintz rugs
in empty rooms
that never meant to be   symbols


but became the setting
of lustful forgottens

naked perfume, cunt,
A Liar's red kiss

text fantasy- an empty
long house- dorm room
   futon and sex down
hallways (no mirrors or sinks)
and I cannot see myself

in an empty white
mansion in
his sleeping bag sheets

drool stained pillow, fuck
on white hemp rugs
cry
on a sleeping bag- mild July
in cookie cutter lawns.

Salt water pool,
purify lactose astronauts
who soar up wooden (plastic)
chairs
Whose sores opened wide and gaped
at the throne of GUIDANCE
Who turned to false Equality
  to run the schoolroom copies
of Emerson Emerson
Emerson --> Reliance (Learned Helpless)
No furniture! No! Amp up on linoleum
Marble- cable television and
IPOD tripping has gone too far

Frozen Popsicles have become
our urban treats?! Fuck Paradise,
we have our kids right here
with fingers and toes and noses and
eyes and ears

And, Providence,
feel up this woman's
heat.

Do Phones Create Humidity?

    is I
in California, is
   every Humidity gray?
and will buses
drain my wallet to
a bone?

will I take 2nd
settle at 3rd    and
    will   my clothes
be worn?

on stages, I will not
be- tightrope poetry!
     Note-
Book,  take this well
      with rusty
      metal coins.
(cell phones at my back)

Summer American

America's fine,     they're struggling

 these walls of lime
 clay and other plush
 doorways. Summarize, Mr.
   contrast.

 when I transfer lips,
 stand on one side.
Pencils, Sit on the fanned
   out papers.

April comes quickly
to a notetaker, sanitized
by the American Dream

Paid Choice

choices is paid
   in school-- out of
   courtroom classes

because choice in 16
mother or school
when you don't know
whether to go
into labor
in or out

the tiles under foot
far fields of lime
locked doors
bilingual earrings
and long black hair

choices is paid
   in school-- out of
   courtroom classes

Worthless is a hymn of spiral bound notebooks
caution little red tape

Holiday Issues Should Be Thrown

holiday baking
recipes for mastercard
muffins

for womanpie (apron delicacies)

ARE YOU TOO SEXY?

ego booster chairs in
glossy acrylic
for wifey's convenience
   and tender fingers
easy, Flipping Womb

DRIVE HIM CRAZY
too barefoot to drive him?

perfect holiday present
beside pastel
handicap

I Would Like to Diagnose You

Glass like Raindrops
between  me
      receptionist

Family Circle--
Thanksgiving is Ginger
and July.

General Diagnosis.

Ipod radio. Fake pine
radio odor, and Cher.

And you, Roger Federer,
what are you doing
in the desert without
a net?

And me, what are you
doing in this chair (like
tick on scalp).

No cell phones. No Smoking.
$50 no Show.

No deviation. Generalized Anxiety.

Salmonella Candle

Salmonella candle
  my body
when dead
waxen salmonella

my organs
  what's left   of me
they disperse
not burnt, nor buried

in the slime of
intricate despondency
thumping gelatin

only a few years,    though
then burnt, buried
landfill incense

Drive to Work

child, drive Yourself
   to there
 or     work

child, drive Yourself
   to here
 don't     work

become:  no stops
   for bottles & glasses
       and marmalade jars

the road has:  nothing but
       pavement-grass
       guardrail-barriers the shape of trolls
       nagging-signs at every stomach

white spaghetti preserved
with radiant reflectors
cannot hide Your child body

IEP

insipid remainders
of child torture
in the pages of
Inclusion     Least      Restrictive

glaring teachers, hopeless
   shades in window panes
ripped & tripping
   on
     broken brick steps

A Hole in the floor
 (we walked the edges) they told us not to
toilet cupped steel frames

jumped a new silver fence
outside the rotten plywood window

shoes on plywood side-- bodies on

Those Methadones don't sleep

Emily

goddess is trite
vague atrocities
   walk the length of Dickinson's
   familiar gardens

where I, in my dirty hands,
have become lilac oils

I need to stop being lazy

"Recently" published poetry...if I wasn't so lazy I'd be submitting more, but this is it for now.

http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1847

Moon

fire the moon
she does me no good

moon, baby
clay, baby

the moon looks the
same from here
in earth

recall the moon
vacate the sky
earth spreads
her legs
more readily

in writing

A man
  does it matter (if boy?)
Anymore?
A man-- twice-- more
  my age (father's age)

Or, a man, any age

Age, eon, era, flower

            (stretch marks) -- I have been
      I am my defects, he

You are beautiful, he
you will find, he
but didn't, stretch marks

a man-boy and the
lady bug
on the breast of my sweatshirt
that can't be taken off
(good luck)

Coach Graduation

I am not a purse
but i am a person
"he sd"

      walk, pomp, disgust
to flank steak and tortellini
beneath Basketball nets
       and dark lights

Blah-Names, priestly white
stoles-- But I am not a
priest, or purse