Core Sample

the many clusters

a determinism

reminding forever

for always

like a lion of a feral                  cat

filling up my back       yard

 a blanket over a buried           kitchen

plastics

                        glass

some steel

the left-

overs of pineapple

and egg shell

mingle decomposing

amidst the before teflon

Along with the aide of demonic forces

the cat’s friends…the other cats

eat from bowls

rappelling down the building.

like the once-ler  z

mrs. z

                        zelma

mrs. smith

bestial signs the

signs the

lessons of legion

phds

speaking with animals

reading a recipe for reasoning

1. use leeches for its lesion 

2. let your arm carve its waist 

3. your fingers pinch it’s belly- to a giggle 

4. cup its flutter with your hand  5. bring to a boil and repeat

Are women’s toes twittling just above

the surface of chlorination?

Are all the babies coming out

to spell god?

Arms flowing like heroin.

 “Any rejection is god’s protection”

In a tough girl gravel

Joan Jet tonality.

Suzie Quarto cut.

Leather Tuscadero-

Pinkies cousin

Leather Tuscadero-

All in black.

The plasma screen screams “Stephen Hawking

doesn't believe!”

and why should he really?

Happy b-day dear b-day

The spirit bypass

 coated in coughing

unshackled in flavor.

To meditate on death

my child

find a picture of a corpse.

Charge the Citadels

a double hit by van halen

a slave girl holding a vase

tumors filled the books

books filled the shelves

and you would not believe

the sinful things I’ve done

your picture on my

computer screen

today the citadels

clock is slow

Blaha

speaking of princesses’

ruddy faces

gliss the holidays - harvest

a white gourd

at a bodega

your fingernail etching

with vamped up punctuation.

Invitation

An invitation to your mountain.

To patch the holes of your leaky cabin.

To use my muscles which ever ones I choose.

I would need a visa.

Across Boundaries

I will be professional when professional is fun

                                                                                                Draped in pink cotton.

I will feed the wrong dog                    when it comes

                                                                                                The font was circus.

With the same last name         like gang-busters  or nitwittery

I wish I could spend all day with the track star.

                                                                                                Misty eyes.

Always yielding to our modern scholars

colorful beads dangling   from the necks of gentle giants

Head to foot on the grass        under 14 tons of old               school steel.

You asked if I was happy with the struggle?

                                                                                    The Red Badge of Courage.

                                                                                                The Scarlet Letter.

I will write that poem for the  plastic    gutter              spoon

under the M

crave the extremes   like don't let the day end

In sweats         stripe      stretching across her

.

become a monk and a god star beaming

Knees up pressing on the seat back in front of them on my hands palms down

on the tops of them side by side on the school bus                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                               

                                                                                                             drivers            mind.