The Bear Went Over the Mountain

& all that he could see
empties, sandbags &
cartons of forensic detail
i’ll tell you what i’ve
left notecards pocket
knife one looney & aspirin
contents of a pie weightless dancers
who are ruled in or out of service
we are prepared for exclusion
and in bitter the conference of
the other side of the frontline
the first steps upwards
stumble to the lookout to reveal
miles, miles of the same

Evidence of UFOs

because we have pasts
twenty-three pages delivered
certain of harboring secrets
& the government plan
he needs his children again
his split level his wife
torn from earth
& its messages
that will bring it all back
to play a new game
based on slavic words
denied the existence of implants
a twelve foot drop from the oak tree
that’s why he’s so sure of the spot

Money Poem

well, eventually you wake
up & it’s what thirty?
& there’s rumors of health
care, pensions & male
enhancement at seventy-three
& there’s a jackass on cspan
telling me to shoot the dice
feed his irresponsible children
without relativity
i trickle down
with my grocery list in left hand
this is the end of the week
to look for what’s coming to me
when i guess nothing’s coming

A Few Minutes in May

more than once my
judgment of people worries
at importance of poker nights
buccaneers of free speech
the ascendants in my dream
claim presidency & move on
to ghost write new horrors
for the crown & new england
& i remain busy
a compulsive at his garden watering
all night to the faithless who
make the calls or disavow the system
marked by promises when
we’ve stopped taking promises

Power Inaction

in your middle ages fantasies
i drown in your culture of strife
safe in libraries of criminals
where you send minute
men to circle boundaries with
their own ignorant shadows
rising as sons of slave holders
who rewrote civil wars
for speech affectations of their leaders
nobody likes an educated man
who knows how to use plurals
and pronounce his weapons
we are held in suspect
as we read in the last safe havens

@ 7:48

i warm my voice on your voyage
before my day even starts
there's a rise about us
crawls from comfort to cold
light that hums for our
night before & wants story
if this chemical stew brews
fast enough to crack a grin
at the brain of a three year old
time is a velcro picture
passed with noise of seperation
whenever we might feel change
& my first thought should be
what can i do to smile

Blue Moon

when i was a child rhyming
answers seemed to work best
superstitious gait i leapt
at condition of my mother
risk with this voice mail
now challenged & full of opinions
from diaspora claim fraternity today
& get a letter on the Blue
Moon we cross the border
ever receding from our maps
we time & distance & velocity
we receive & smile & write back
it seems in the same place
talking as we’ve always been

Hymn for 8 Minutes

it was the search for diagnosis
surgeons of the unrecognized
i admire the fallible
split by holier actions
at home in riots
i reach a blueness
that i would orphan
the storytellers for
continuous and questioning
i touch sympathy in the population
for which i bleed poisoned jelly
silently screaming at special times
of night when voice appears undressed
it is time for solutions to unity

Close

The next time someone asks if you’re a god, you say yes.
-Harold Ramis

almost tell the american story
& back into the garage
i could sing show tunes
while inert gasses express
invisible notes for us
to touch the comet you
are convinced is lucky
who could make this
when any move is expected
hey, noble one don’t
stop questioning this
panic of the punk band
he’s really convinced

Living Will

no thought no cognition no
language no light behind the eye
no response no tim no free
will no gases no tubes no false lungs
this is my intention to leave
this world unplugged as i entered
and i should be cremated
and small baggies filled
disseminated to friends, family
then they can toss my death confetti
into the eyes of the nearest
republican or fundamental christian
since their health insurance
can cover the blindness