Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Have you tried role play?

I have tried role play.  [See attached document.]

But borders do not exist.

Monday, January 30, 2012


I tried

        A word twists backward
        peeling its skin up over its face
                           —Michael Palmer

Editing is perfecting a mask.

Saturday, January 28, 2012


The rain that writes ETCETERA on our face
                                                   —Hugo Claus

Does reading about yoga, count?  I am not a

Hello.  No rain today.

To know what it’s like to be sprayed dead by a look.
                                                    —Cynthia Arrieu-King

Friday, January 27, 2012


On this page I see how you grew up
and am surprised.  Every day now I
go back to this page.  Sometimes we
grow up and sometimes our mouths
wrinkle and smudge.  I don’t really
get anything from it.  Sometimes
we fly into the hands of another
pair of pants.  These are good times.
Most all of them.  Sometimes we
lash out like children.  It’s important
like shampoo.  Sometimes we lash out
at our children.  Our suppressed hope
is they remember this.  And not just in
flashbacks.  Sometimes we spread
fairy dust in neverland.  We go
back to the kids we cheated
ourselves from.  We are
not evolve.  We are not
anarchy, kidding ourselves
with happiness.  We are.  And
always hopefully love.  And
measuring our height in
elementary school.  And
being okay, better than
ever, smudgy, some
scales and hunched
back.  Sitting in our
living room at the
kid table with fish
eyes – not even having
to wish wise.

Thursday, January 26, 2012


You can’t eradicate words meaning violence.
In fact, that would be defeat.  Right?  Well,
I should be heartened.  Take the pink from
heart.  Try putting a heart into that thing
pumping inside your gut.  There are
issues.  It fits nicely into a CD sleeve,
however.  Or red.  Or the after-effects of
Friday that he wants me to tackle.  Am I
pathetic?  This is nice.  I should be.  Yes-
terday was nice.  I want to go home and
go to bed.  And be heartened without
being a heartattack.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


Facebook finally pays off!
                      —Cedar Sigo

Can you send me IMG_3851?  I want to include it
in this poem.  I will pay and you will find me
ardently negotiable.

I notice that your friends are starting to mix with
my friends.  This brings judgmental to a whole nother
level.  I notice this before call Larry and laundry.

Do you think that’s really his name?  My friend Chin
(same age) just legally changed his name to Matt.  In

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


The very fallen street of nuts?
                              —Kenneth Koch

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


My young wood that I overwinter
                              —Hugo Claus

Monday, January 16, 2012


our tentacles swaying with excitement
                              —Juliana Spahr

Sunday, January 15, 2012


In less than 15 years, “the US has gone
from producing around 300 to close to
4000 MFAs per year.”  This message
by way of Juliana Spahr.

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor.

J Lo, my reasons for doing this are obvious,
don’t you think?  I go out of my way to
expose my blemishes—but this (his-
torically) is unintentional self-deprecation.

Subsequently, massive amounts of code-
word BOYFRIEND get relegated to the
ether.  And massive amounts of codeword
LEATHER.  “We kept getting caught in

complication” (Spahr).  More emotion.
Less crank.  Coolly, we sip our lemonade.