muck: a poem

red brick on farmland
red brick in landscape
big building, falling down
big building, pumping out

the storied stairs of suburbia
toilets bubbling over, and

red brick stairway
red brick in everything anyway
and

pond of boiling muck, pumping out
jar of boiled muck, falling down
and

splattering staircase,
splattering stairway,
splattering red brick

and

puke devil: a poem

cool stuff, a good stuff, a brief stuff
flange change and cash exchange
a good thing, a bad thing, a fright thing
frumptious glens and horned fangs
good gangs and bad gangs
plank hams and slam trangs
good time, good time, one-one two
good time, bad time, how 'bout you?

tandoori cyclops: a poem

it's free, it's a freebie,
it's on the house,
take it. it's yours.

do what you want with it.
take it. use it. do it. take it.
but don't do that one thing,
the one the other guy was doing;
don't do that. that's not allowed.

be safe, be well, be happy,
but be aware. most of important of all
is that you be aware. so be aware.
to be aware is more important than
to be safe, and far more important than
to be interesting.

it's a riddle, it's a maze, it's a puzzle.
put it together, and a picture is your reward.
just a picture.

some bullshit about 'otherness': a poem

I.

why are there so many
drawings of dead astronauts
and what does this say
about our anxieties today?

tell me, in your own words,
two pages, double-spaced,
and have it on my desk
by friday.

II.

imagine, if you please,
and if i may be bold,
dolphin corpses floating
on a river of gold,
and the gold turns into honey,
and ten villages are fed,
and the universe remained
inside a single human head.