You clocked you could get waves from me, but the pan came back, the pan came back with 2 pounds a back & there’s no going crack. & then John Jacob Whistlemeyer, having gotten done with his cracked reveries in his sour soup tin while ponderplating Cheerios, Good Day, Sir, wiped his nose & began […]
I fill my rucksack with pine cones & acorns, stuff closets with branches & boughs— sap so sticky, so golden under the sun— collect stacks o’ grass in pillow cases— tickling my nose with sweet dirt-filled fragrance. They try to stop me. They say I’m crazy. What’s wrong with crazies? What, are they Nazis? ‘Cause […]
Accompanying music. Soft caress against my swollen tongue, so sticky, O so sweet, smells like honeyed springtime pollen, tastes like roasted coffee beans. Friends with butter, bread, & jelly, but best friends with creamy chocolate; but just ‘lone it still fills bellies: scrape a spoon & take a long lick. In the time the pantry’s […]
Accompanying music. I know that you taste just like lemon heads or gummy worms; your bright stars with just 1 bite blow up in raspberry bursts. Drink up all your empty black, drown myself in cherry cola; don’t care if I rot with plaque— my sole hope is super nova. Then I’ve eaten all the […]
Accompanying music. You’ve been passing round my ears since I was in kindergarten, always growling soothing cheers in your warblin’ Martian garblin’. What’s the song you sing today? Not the same as years ago, though all share the calming waves, many single-showing shows. Who are you under those hoods? On to work or buying goods? […]
I thirst for autumnal rain that tastes o’ English Breakfast Tea. There was none, so I returned to my sand castle under the sea. I returned tomorrow, but they only had summer sunshine that tasted o’ Sunny D, which was all right in itself, I s’pose. But I still wanted that rain. & then they […]
In bubbling magmamy flaky flesh melts like snow:summer inferno.
Accompanying music. Is it gray or is it blue? Leaves between both black & green. Sunny’s shift is ending soon. Zephyrs scurry up my sleeve. Feel a tingling in my chest. Minutes pass without a thing. Papers lying with the rest. I just want to catch the seas. Now I see some purple there. Still […]
Now it’s time we tuned back to those classic tunes ‘bout the moon-a in the June-a in the afternoon; & we don’t need no modern-fangled feats o’ olden tricks, like meter, rhymes, & feet; we don’t need to throw chi or respond these pictures o’ stars that aren’t stars but whatever-the-something put into jars. There […]
«♫ Scuttling crabs & gulping clams, blood runs in all grains o’ sa—♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa… Not so quick, slick… Ha, ha, you didn’t think you were expected here, ¿did you? Not when you’re like that— no, don’t think we didn’t notice that. We did. Look, I’m sure there are plenty o’ places for that… […]
