...built to refill...

glad to see

you on your feet

able to see

your hands free

video screen

glad you see the crutch

coming at you

and not needing it

glad you could see

the smile

we all missed

glad to see your influences

and mine

with you in reverse

glad to have you over

once again and again

and again

...unsettled settling...

is today a wave

or a ripple

is god a crass vindicator

or is god anything

really

are we going south

on the country

to pleasure

ourselves below

the Bible Belt

is today a wave

or a ripple

or are we just waiting

for a settling

the afterword

the cigarette

the joint

(spare me your drink)

...I am coming for you in Madrid...

dear hack

I am coming for you in Madrid

and although it was merely a few notes

and change you are going

to pay for the transaction

whether you meant to

or not

senior laretta

I still have a wallet

...learning curve...

how fish die alone

the school

simply moves on

how like kids

feeling their way

last bits of nitrogen

and oxygen

scales pick off

the swim bladder

sickens won’t a big fish

come put you out

your dizzying dance

toward bottom

simple incision barracuda

cookie-cutter

that ounce of pain

make it pounds

scavengers scuttle

from the reef

pick pulling and prodding

into what’s left

of you

...co-depedence day...

I wish I were free
to write today
but I had to do hard
work and sweat
like if I were free
to write today

...island's end...

for now
I can leave
at the end
of this day

end this beating
end this
end this inflation

the island belongs
to Jersey by proximity

my face is bashed here
like a botched robbery
over and over again

for now
I can leave til fall
when I come
back for the next round

you can see it
for yourself
if you want to

but you don't
want to

and I have to come
back for more
beatdowns

because the island
holds my cut-man
and he doesn't travel

over the bridges
due to fear of living

there is much more
to fear on this island
namely, depravity.

...question...

can Sundays
and sunny days
really be unrelated
if it be related
to resting
in the sun?

Ah, sunday sun
sunday sun, just like
mic number one,
mic number one,
isn't this a lot of fun

but not as black
as it attracts
the sun.

Oh Sunday, yea
never nay

(this is heat stroke
me thinks)

...the reviews have come in...

Ovations
I've never received
and the poem
wasn't mine

that's the trick
though to make
it yours that's
how I needed
to hear it

he said, to picture
it in his head

she had his back
and mine which
was nice for once
considering

I wore a hole
in the ground
beneath me
as I read

and the parched
parched mouth
before I got half
way through
section one

you know what
that's like
that's like hell
and howl
and show
don't tell

like shining
not shadowed
(penumbra-less)

and it picked me up
when it could've
brought me down
with a confession.

At the foot
of the blackboard
I took back
what was mine

told the truth
that was told
to me
in my neon
classroom dream.

...April's Fool...

I forgot to change
the clocks today,
April's fool
in all my glory

with the wrong
pajamas and the right
hand air-alarm;
Luckily, we are timed.

Still, I never
wear a watch.

...shoot me seriously sushi...

if anyone
ever requests
Wal-mart Sushi
within twenty-five
feet of me

shoot me
seriously
sushi

take me out at
anyone's expense/
request
anyone

...in Just-leave...

when you bomb
on that stage
it's like dropping
from top of the tower
you can see from the Goethals

I went down hard
and fast like a rock

stars were swirling
around my cartoon head

and for now
I have to think
about what I've done
like the dog with a long face
or the landfill
that stinks
to all high hell.

(I loved that expression)

Very well, get on with it.

...contact problems...

I saw god's shadow on this world
and who else was standing in the light
but this beautiful beautiful man
and his beautiful beautiful wife.

(Webster Hall, NYC 3/17/06)

...Triboro Belly-Ache Blues...

Pastichio
at the base
of the Triboro...

My hero
will drink
to Queens

and then drive
me home
in a warm

humid early
March nighttime
mishap, emission.

My hero will
rise above
like heroes should

and get me to bed
safely and softly
without the baby's

belch and upset stomach
caused by the little
tomato there was

in the recipe.
When home,
ginger in the teas

and the sleeping trees
become kindling
for the nightlight.

I dreamt
of those
courts once before

or maybe
I played
there once before.

That may be
the Pastichio
coming back

at me or my
hero and her
forehand

holding her own.
We'll see what happens
as soon as possible.

...encore...

thank
you
"Alandine" and "Marcos Myth"

thank
you
George "Sex Museum" Gerwshin

thank
you
what is plural for Phoenix?

Phoenixias?
Phoennicians?
Phoeni?

thank
you
Monk

(guessthatsabitlate)

thank
you
Alan we had a frog once too

(now just a turtle)

thank
you
football

thank
you
swallows

flittering about
the tiny
tiny room.

...the Justice League when you need 'em...

what would they make
of the Jewish Superhero
in the Justice League,
The Yarmulke,

"Oh...I'm not a hero guy;
I prefer it always on rye!"

as he spins like a red disc sled
flying out of control
cross-cutting The Red Tornado

mid-flight, circumstantial
incision, sliced thin to pile,
are Arab men circumsized?

Nah. They are way to oppressive for that.
Can you google that one?
Is there a Willie-pedia site?

What if the Jewish Avenger were
to start a fire, then piss it out

with a bottle or two of Shapiro's?
And when the excessive flame went out,
he saw it was a flag

of a Holy Occupant
or the Star of David?
"Hey, will this come out?"

I know a good dry cleaner...

...renewal?

good bye civil rights
you are as antiquated,
apparently, as the womb
in South Dakota.

oh yeah...

oops...I forgot...I started a blog. When was that last post?
January!?!?! You shittin' me? Janu-fuckin'-ary?!?!?
Is there a better way to track one's own laziness?
I guess that I better get back into my head.
Where the fuck have I been?
Oh, yeah, higher education?
I graduated twice, why am I still there?
Oh yeah, I'm the teacher. Glad I don't teach blogging.
Is this gonna be poetry or what?
What was this originally for?
I can't wait to hear Doug's new album.
That's MySpace shit is not gonna cut it.
Oh, yeah, now I remember why I stopped blogging.
I couldn't cut and paste.
Stuff I wanted to post that I was working on
throughout the day, stuff that I
was working on when I wasn't around
an ethernet connection, just ended
up getting saved and not posted
because of my computer ineptitude.
I'd so love a Lasi right now.
The ones, the "Bhang Lasis"
that Eric used to make
in Boise were the shit.
The shit.
Nothing was better on a Boise summer day.
He made them the day Phil came to town, too.
It was Hitler's Birthday, but
that wasn't why we were drinking lasis.
Why am I craving one on the eve
of a Jersey icestorm?
Why did I start this blog back up?
Oh yeah. I'll die
if I stop writing,
in a sense.
Goodnight and Goodernight.
To reiterate my last
distant post,
sleeping is the only love.
I'll be seeing Dave in twenty days,
for the first time, again.

...only love...

sleep, Dave, yes, it is.

...6?!?!?!?....

If not now,
when?

fuck resolution
and resolve

commit to me
and commit to we

and all will be
all that can

be careful
not to think

it can
not be

this isn't 3
anymore.

This is 6.

...twenty floors for phobias...

stay away
from the Trump Marina
Casino Buffet

but do redeem
from the Wheel
of Fortune machine.

We were not
the only Duo
on that spot.

We walk high
cocksure stride
and close the night.