Blessed are the times I lost me keys. They were signs I made. They were flashing.

Blessed are

Blessed are the horsey days, the gay stringy days, the horse in your court, tennis days, the surefire ride home thru wildernesses neither dense nor trim, wan sun setting on my trophy days. Blessed the days before, sweater sets, pay, the more and less playing out in narrow parameters, parking garages, they apply themselves and …

Blessed are the times I lost me keys. They were signs I made. They were flashing.

Blessed

Blessed are the horsey days, the gay stringy days, the horse in your court, tennis days, the surefire ride home thru wildernesses neither dense nor trim, wan sun setting on my trophy days. Blessed  days before, wet pleather days, unpaid, the more and the less. They play out in narrow parameters, in parking garages, they …

Uz

I am a child of the east, a dweller of pastures, a goat tribe. And indeed there’s more than one tribe. A strong wind of people blowing up my abode.  It’s rocky.  horrible.  shit passed thru at some point; by wings turning over into blades. My tomb and/or spring therein, “Job’s well.” So say them all, made flowing …

Working Titles

We are the ones in steel gray. We are American gray, gray with an “a,” with brushed aluminum and chemical polish and hairlines tapering across the horizon. We are dipped into bins individually, then baked in ovens until not-so-very-hard. We are dark umbers, shimmery creams, but we don’t glow – we skin it. We are …

The diving board

Today is a list about today. It is an undone todo list of things extending from the things I am done wanting and did not do —  things in a spiral away, Hegelian things, which didn’t do before and now can not be. For reasons which I will not explain. So now things like sitting thru …

DIS-

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine …

Aesthetic State of Mints

My writing mostly writes out of reading. Reading things that are good, things that suck is a writing machine for me. The good things are opaque. They are clouds and mud and carpet. They are luscious and deep and not a little vexing to me the writer reading. But in a good way. Bad things …

And

& day came stiffening & fixed on Job the lips of the God the breadth of God the brother to dragons the companion of owls & day played Job the Job song nonstop Called in the fields Called in the loam. Called his home A burning carriage A burning sky cut off as the tops …

Would it

Job is an argument of understanding. The story of God and the Devil talking is so flimsy. Why they talk and why they take action is so matter-of-fact, prescribed even. It is a story’s story. It belongs to the realm of what happened. Who Job is, is also flimsy. There’s no describing him without what he has …

2 day

[Two is a longing & a hundred effortescence/ think how] make shift / What adornments musty trimmings since Christmas is only plus plus days aways Julia is pregnant/ texts cervix updates it looks like today is not the day  / I’ll make a poetry hat and head out vastly seizing me aboundaries / this my critical arrangement of economic gardening: …

owls

we worry weary on the wire / pair of owls glasses hapless arbitrators / already pumpy feathers / hell / have me your claw and I will sip it / punch play like  airy other night/ we fowl respectively crepuscular / it swoll tonight tints as bursts an aureole around the city/  it was, it was …

effing golden lemon

Am making out w/ a whopper, man // am surrendering currency as we peak // City, O city, laden w/ maidens, assorted poultry, pow/wow/er if Wyclef really izzzzzz his name I’M COMING in gold FOR LEASE on the Rhine – my my city keys pointing me, deftly pointing me COVER ME bro I’M COMING to

The Error

error as one begins thinging “insinuendos” & “elbow people” Git off me error / wronger topper render one fling flat yes flat get some or water , error ah kin sips drinky error you have to have to tag it /  is filamentous or dirt on it there point here/s looking at you piddle, this not pipe …

No no no news

No news from the mashup, no news from the Rhine and no news on the filter I ordered a while ago. Nothing about the shared cabride or the nightwatchman or any murderer that might or might not actually murder anyone. No news from the word ‘willy-nilly’ tho I’m hopeful and none from my reading of …