Thursday, April 17, 2014

mmcxxix

my people
were trained
in a hot tub


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

mmcxxviii

this is
pretty
boring

but it’s
not
boring
like
hetero-
norma-
tive
culture


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

mmcxxvii

-[gasps]-

“What’s going on?”

     “I think we’re
       overestimating
       the bid.”

“Oh.”

-[pause]-

      “I feel really sick
       and I have to quit.”

-[leaves]-


Monday, April 14, 2014

mmcxxvi

doppelgänger

skin flaps
syntax

Sunday, April 13, 2014

mmcxxv

this knit funnel-neck tank top

this knit
funnel-
neck
tank top
doubles
as a
sporty
hoodie

Saturday, April 12, 2014

mmcxxiv

the morning
got extended
by a black
ladybug


Friday, April 11, 2014

mmcxxiii

i invested in the pre-moment.
               —kathryn l. pringle


these boots

were made

for walking


somewhere

over the

rainbow


giuchie giuchie

ya yaaaa  dada


it has been hard living
since the pre-moment.
               —kathryn l. pringle


Thursday, April 10, 2014

mmcxxii

sad solid sun

dear mr. bigstuff,
who do u think
you are?  u should

know better than
anyone that big
is in the eye of

the beholder.
here’s mud
in your eye,

not boulder
(n., this rock
i ask u2 choke-

hold at, let’s say,
around 5:30pm,
{which, by now}

which, by then)
gets gotten up
like ego; pumped,

not vacuumed
all up—or down.
—up  /  not down

watch as it
gathers gout
at & about you

mad moon bum

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

mmcxxi

The brain—soft bag—collapses on itself
                                                   —Etel Adnan

watching a hummingbird
take to the droopy hearts
of the Castro on a
weekday afternoon

far from femininity
(the ocean seemingly
forever away), massive prows
jut over Market Street

intimidating hopscotch
the overshadowing of
half a dozen or so
brand new buildings—

condominiums (etc.)
triangular suited men
duck stealthily in & out
of the darkness

all futurissimo!
each checking his
watch as he emerges
into the light

then swooping
back out presto
leaving nothing
but tiny whirlwinds

fluttering up and
above—swirling
impressions—
echoing rictuses

of a hundred
or so pursed lips


Tuesday, April 08, 2014

mmcxx

the low-hanging brunch

Monday, April 07, 2014

mmcxix

it wasn’t sleeping

ms. birdjam’s
ampersand
sundials

or so we all thought
(whew)


Sunday, April 06, 2014

mmcxviii

At the end of the
drain, I meant day...
           —Norma Cole

repetitious
recitative
is what the
interlude
?

my heart stutters

i, me, mimosa
and a mexican coke


Saturday, April 05, 2014

mmcxvii

’mid the
turmoil
(& other
illnesses)
AMAZING
GOODNESS!
(@SweetWoodruffSF)


Thursday, April 03, 2014

mmcxvi

small
captions under
these photos
    —Norma Cole


Wednesday, April 02, 2014

mmcxv

on this day
80% of the people
missed each other
        —Norma Cole

I have a friend

I know someone
who does

ordinarily
party
people
collide


Sunday, March 16, 2014

mmcxiv

And we thought it said mud
                      —Norma Cole

chemical brothers
in arms

pigeon
reflection

tardy birthday
battle ‘royale’

purple heart
hair spasm

purple spasm
hair heart


Saturday, March 15, 2014

mmcxiii

a year w/one book

and not on
an island

Friday, March 14, 2014

mmcxii

misread ‘Cursed
by a lip lick’ (H
Nguyen) as
‘lipstick’ then
‘lip lock’ (maybe
on purpose by
then) but cursed

hot tea
soda and
Alaska roll

Thursday, March 13, 2014

mmcxi

It feels very fine
being a girl
    
          —Hoa Nguyen


even my
eyelids
feel like
fire


* * *


renovation
with chills
at two in
the after
noon


* * *


i can
pay
all of
the bills
on thursday


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

mmcx

Lacunae are great
        —Norma Cole

Meet me
at the
monkeys.

Or historic
WellsFargo,
where we go

in circles:
round &
round & round.


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

mmcix

A houseplant is dying.  Tell it why it
needs to live.
             —from 642 Things to Write About

My father
was buried
before you
were alive.


Monday, March 10, 2014

mmcviii

What can happen in a second?
                
                   —from 642 Things to Write About



Armada


Armani


Sunday, March 09, 2014

mmcvii

I’m the eccentric
at the wine bar
— corner table
that juts out
into foot traffic.
Italian wine.  Day-

dreaming intolerably
of Venice.  No-
thing seems right
except that I write
this.  The table
next to me is

SALES (all
caps because
sales is very loud).
I’m a sales magnet.
Hand gestures are
important; must

meet inspection.
“January, I’ll pack a bag
in January!” shouts SALES.


Saturday, March 08, 2014

mmcvi

No quote
unquote
a glass
of red

Pose
[inert]
blank
stars

Back in
England
(what the
bloody heck)

I stir in
pretend tears
boo hoo
no heaven

Thursday, March 06, 2014

mmcv

Turn Left After Turtle Tower

                  to avoid earth peril
                  I have a hopeful April
                                  —Hoa Nguyen

which becomes October

‘he’s well-versed
in nurse’ at

Riverside Healthcare

trying to remember
Nurse __________

Nurse __________
of the Yellow Awning




mmciv

Evil stir           a kingdom
The hydrogen exploded
                  —Hoa Nguyen

Make ‘h’ sound
for ‘f’ in Japanese

Fukushima


Wednesday, March 05, 2014

mmciii

Fill the tub
in the bath
wearing
naught
but a sash
& a gas mask

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

mmcii

This pinot noir
blows the
bourgogne rouge
all the way to
Burgundy (France)


Monday, March 03, 2014

mmci

Don’t be
the ass
of every
yolk joke

3 months
ago I
survived
53 days

in one lie


Sunday, March 02, 2014

mmc

        To Do:

        Mash the sea
        Evolve love
        Keen
        Coo
             —Hoa Nguyen

I exert
my list
exerts

I exist
list
lists

Shot thru
the  w/
a Volvo