it all happens to make your head happy

(Lights frame my head.)
You could look down, you could see it, but only from high up: it looked like
God was angry at something.
What moves us forward, what moves.
You say, “We use telescopes for prophecy. People are scared of how things’ll
turn out.” So they don’t want to look, you tell me.
Now what can I do.
They sit around and don’t talk, just throw curses down the lightshaft to Hell.
I’m so glad I found you.
Is there somewhere we can talk? My feet are tired. Someone’s been following
me all day.
I’m so glad I found you.
They were fixing to strike him dead, so he waited around all afternoon. But
still had his own head. Later, when he got into the Masonic Lodge, he said, “This is
a good thing.”
“Your body knows what it needs,” said the doctor. “Little failures.” He shows
me out, sends me down the hall to Accounts Payable.
You come to a team like this where every day, we’re going out to win.
Engendered endangered, outmanned manifold, bearded.
“You only eat thoughts in the house.”
My distribution system’s tongue is frozen to a metal pole.
Now what can I do to get? Nothing like styles.
“I wrote it in my mind” and the ink froze on paper.
I don’t have no control the red banded snake held in my palms, clapping its
jaws together, buds snapped pollen falls out to the wood floor I don’t have no
control.
I’m not looking for the joke I’m looking for the sequence.
I stack the spice boxes deliberately in patterns that’ll indicate their
importance to my family’s local cuisine, truly their own.
He Laughs at Ancient Comedy My Greek teacher in California used to say
that anyone who laughs at a piece of ancient comedy must be nuts— there’s nothing
funny in it.
“Satisfy my wishbone.” He prophesies.
“Give me something to eat.” Prophecy is a full head.
Prophecy is a noisy stomach.
Prophecy prophecy.
“it all happens for a reason” I don’t believe that, I truly don’t think it all
happens for a reason.
but it does, there’s still some chain of rational progression tied to my ankle
under the pants leg, when I walk down the street by the elm stump, the tree that
used to rise up in front of our house; when I drive to impossible work each
morning—it all happens for a reason.
but no one ever knows what or how they can profit by it.

Victoria,


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    Dear Victoria, my sweet old end of the continent city visiting with you and Patrick(the crazy author) ,  Glenn and Veronica. and that's the lake where I lost my glasses,

             & found them after diving in the lake to get them found them,



     why this side of  it, makes me think of East Broadway and the sloop down there in Vancouver,

        not far from Commerical Drive,


                                     where i lived for 10 yrs  wondering what happened to the future

                                           it was there with the crazy we that we got rid of the commas the periods

                                                   the breaths




                      

         

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over and it crescents
the thunderbelly 

peel off at a sting
the rant of call me 
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others’ eyes and that
drug is what sells
your identifying data

what I name

that's what i name

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Baptism

Baptism

acrylic/canvas

road metaphor blues


My left brain’s turning over
Right brain out of gear
Run out of all my give-a-cares

Baby

And I’m forgettin’ how to steer

for there is, (untitled)

or and of there and now and

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Something takes its toll
And some have no ear at all . . .

Stoned Aurelian
            At the wall
Looking after
            All the hidden
Associations,
            Abreast of the last
Declaration
            . . . .

It’s not what you say, it’s the way that you say it.

Spreading your wings
From the lightposts
Of Excelsior
            To the hidden paths
            Of Oom

(“Don’t tell me this is the shortcut!”)


All these paths are barren
Except one.
And I alone can tell you
Which shall bring forth life . . .

Tattoos until you make no sense.

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switched at birth

fields of reincarnation
chaotic attractors
created
this
predestined random
switch at birth


switched at birth

I'd Rather Sink Than Swim

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She laid silently under the dark purple sky. The grass beneath her whispered secrets as the wind swept by, begging her to stay just a while longer. She breathed shallow as the world wept, caressing her face, gently flowing through the strands of her hair. Her teeth chattered lightly as her warm tears mixed with the cool rain. The beauty that poured from above left her in awe; kissing each droplet that hit her lips. She looked around observing the stone graves, each so strong, holding ghosts that made goose bumps run along her skin. The trees groaned as the wind turned to evil shadows striking everything it crossed. It blew her hair furiously in all directions. The sky light to a sparkling blue, shocking the whole world with a fluorescent white, almost blinding. As the glow washed over the trees and the graves, it made eerie black flames dance in the grass. Soon this storm would pass and all the beauty would slowly die. Until then she would wallow in it, breathing in the life bursting through the night sky, crying her pain, sharing the sadness with the benevolent beauty that lay above her.


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Print Another Madness

My muse returned just in time as my bile rose again. It came back with a vengeance. I could hardly hold my tongue.

In the land of a thousand rivers a man was gunned down between rocks and greed.

Then they slew him again on vapid front pages of necrotic newspapers.