Friday, November 20, 2009

on certain banal enthusiams

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Dumb-thinned in long
sea-winds, I am.
My blood-fleet away,
an easy storm now there.
I have your dock here.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

mindfulness poem

I am a 'walking-to-work-thing.'
It is dark.
A cat appears.
The universe is cat-mind.

in order to grow your product give them what they want

the poison
the lie
the killing nothing
they can't leave alone

Monday, November 16, 2009

this night will be like no other it will be like any other

I am going out to
get water

Thursday, November 12, 2009

after math

Everything is momentarily irrelevant.
"Dad, no one gives a fuck what you think!"
Thanks for
the share.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

little ritual

First I feed our cats.
All six of them.
Then I eat hammer.
Fin by fin.

seriously everyone interested in real literature should be reading this year's Nobel Prize winner Herta Muller as she is

und wrists sum flocked up shirts

Saturday, November 7, 2009


a bkt of bks
from Greying Ghost
whle supplies last
you should too

the bells

No matter where I am or what I am doing
when bells sound I find some way to pay attention
to their beautiful disturbances
of the air I inhabit.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

on the 2009 winner of the nobel prize in literature

In 1953 Herta Muller was born.
In 1955 I was born at home.
My older brother came in to look at me.
He said, "Get that thing out of the house."
I was told he ran outside onto a street
Of the English village where we lived.
Enraged at the sight of my dry-leaved stalk.