noticing

 take a
rainy ass

I tossed too early,
 and this is awhile
   somewhere

and he takes that image
 we would project
      something onto

what a vile image
   plus I look like
                 shit

hey modern art
   you might
            say

I can't lose this,
      it's on my
         computer

think about the
        question,
           you die

   when will
  someone
search thru yr shit

       send it to me
I just imagine him
        working on it

      as pure as it can
   I don't know

know where he was
  coming from.

Them getting a head start
    on midnight
-- write that down

I have no stone
        to move

Books up on end
                  feet

underground feet
  observes some
   maligned forces

  Last night I
made notice a small red
cut on the back of my right
  thumb near its base

I put Neosporin on it

para

                                        "Go          
                                             by Robert Creeley

                                           Push that little
                                           thing up and the
                                           other right down
                                           it'll work."

very
specific
things that
are happening
so far

                                         "edge is
                                           closer,
                                           nearer than then."

my toes
wrinkling in the
softness of her pooch
warm swims


               "Red
             
                 when it goes
                 that fast
                 you don't see anything
                 but speed, you see
                 red."


that
nothing                           formulating
will                                  the essence
                                        of who you
                                        are                              up



this point when
she bumped my
hand with Robert
Creeley's book
JUST IN TIME

I tell her I'm
making a living                                              "Vision
poem                    
                                                                       Think of the size of it,
                                                                       so big, if you could remember
no longer                                                        what it was or where. "
having use for  [this]                                              
 [this]  [this]                                                                            

  how
sexually charged
a shape
         or
shapes, ambiguous enough,
                     si it?

xl

i work and work all day
there's a guy that life
worked, like his bronze key
thrashing teeth in the slit,

six xl consecutive sneezes
some day be a better way
in the future having a fried turnip
at the Game.

"With caramel, Turnip Man!"
"Hay! Woh! Turnip ova heuh!"
it's always summer now,
     coo wet turnips

eggs

online i look

up the photos

of poets

i've met

read very little

of their work

but eh i talked to em

i found a photo

i particularly liked

and then another

and then another

i found a recording

and listened to it

while boiling eggs

the poem was short

so i listened to it

until the eggs

were how i like em

until the poem
and the eggs
were how i like em

payoff

always positive
reactions to
seeing amwf

i will try
to be there
for the last one

nicky went to see
who's afraid of
virginia woolf

by himself
and i felt bad
until i read

that it's about
three hours long
on a work night

and i'm definitely going
to cook beb that ground
pork with rice because

we're both slaves
to the fedloans
and the banks

and we can't
always eat tacos
and johnny chang's

only

You've got that gene in you

Select is always next to Start

It was all here, arms and legs,
your preoccupations

We never had
to step over
anyone

My eye had
four dreams

Only us then.

fable

all animals that wish to dodge to the right, dodge to the right
all animals that wish to dodge to the left, dodge to the left
all animals that wish to jump up and over, jump up and over
all animals that wish to crawl down under, crawl down under
all animals that wish to not live anymore, may enter my net

sky re

 today I saw
    something I
was sure a photograph
could not
   reproduce

I watched as
 a Caterpillar of
  smoke crawled
   the line of
a  telephone pole
     up towards the
  Center of my
    vision,  a

     brilliant gold
       building atop

 a hill,

      with a crown
      of ivory white
     mere
            grey
       against the
                sky itself

you are, with me

something with true detail

wooing bubblegift

something he wrote in the dance of the profane

what sean said, about it being 'kissing by the lake' music

suddenly, all concentration leapt from my face

'specially my lips which stood furthest

something with sipping it instead

evensmoke is the lightness & light

I told myself a second time

titty, the thunderbolt theme

not gonna let you draw that way all night

sit up, with yr back straight, turn on the lamp
c'mon, you draw best in the dark?
c'mon, and I play with her

titty, the thunderbolt theme

comes on
the youtube playlist and it shocks me
out of any mood I was in for this poem

little to feel good

little to feel
good about
paint colosi
on the walls
of my tummy

lazybone

I got soft

all on the inside

and out

grab a big hunk

and jiggle fiercely

all about

// In one way I am not him

   I haven't the willingness

   to help pop on the house

   One afternoon he calls

   and guessed exactly what

   I had been doing all day

ash

Why market myself

  where life                    is tricky
under nomalizo          in imperial yellow
gives me nothing       but old time feelings

     peace of mind
     I want                         color without color
                                          such as ash

big fat work

big fat wo           rk is severa

l colors of plant
                                    akaso
in the
                                      wild
or dried
                                bunched

some shots require
 as my headache unzipped
strap plastic dr        agonflies

 ahead             like brilliant green
Septem
                    be
                              r remains blue

this is the bets season
September 1 until the end of month

 tall galoshes
she makes bags        so intricate

subtle diamonds
I watched

               traditional dances
               flow of wr

ists resists
katydids                   sit and char
                                 with me

drink
a mug of
castell        o d         iablo whatever
                                for the end
 of
 a furious February

divine

acculturation, or
working yr sister into the poem

I mean I luv her how could I not
 look at her

over there *point* somewhere
or right here where I can see

every time I read this she's right
over there *point* somewhere

or right over here beside me
or that column with the vines

acculturation

Not the same

the two 

that are

n't the same

Yeesh

Predators

all over

this town

in the form 

of fusion

not worth

the words

nor

       Doanh's

take a proper

portrait of me

in a western suit

Now
even that queue

is bored to death of me

and decides to sever

itself,  
so that I
can't return

f

missing
carrying on

flirting astronomers pin
each other

sitting

Outside's the driest,

 saltiest
             \\city//

what do I know
life, however cold,

has  its  own
crab  pillow.

I tell ya
all the counties

of Maryland
before I know

to save
it saves for me.

I'm a good kid
       
I tell myself
go make dinner.

At the counter,
I smile at yr smile
as you smile at my smile.

to fran

everyone knows
how to write
a proper birthday post
but I don't know

instead I sit
on the toilet
and worry
over words

gourd

gentle and succulent
as the meat in cheeks

paid comcast bill
eeeeaaaaarrrrrrly

read your email
thinking about

going to poetry
readings again

but the jury duty
distracts from mountains

do you say, believe in
the Seven Star Immortals
      or just

no one said the magic
words to me
      today

whorlwind

won't say in
a whorlwind

of a table storm
crushed lonely

maraschino
in the bottom

of a flute
couldn't hear it

if you try
some say

try to listen
cultures in

a bathroom
say you

write poems
say you get

to the pussy
say you lose

an old friend
ask yrself all

of the differences
upon waking

remedy

dipping my nose
into my cup of a hand
drawing hot water
up my nostrils

race

cab slushie

     I ran

so goddamn

hard to find 

     the three

of them 

    smoking

outside

snows on 

black suede

my Matsuda's

medium  
    small 

pinholes of light 

through fists

I admired her colors

all they could talk 

about was race

I knew I couldn't stay    

any longer, so I hightailed it

I threw in my white cards

I snubbed hugs unknowingly

being only concerned with myself

and my transparent vomit

which I took as don't worry

stalk

Isle of Islay
some other place
that I've never
been and then
in the step off
it was close to
        Ireland

missing a tooth
  and w/ a vape
     in my hand
writing out
the scotch gift
thanks Neilio

in such a case
I've prepared
the bean stalks again
to engulf me in
     spring
 instruments

to see the
wind wash
to tongue
tender gum
clamp down
on cotton

let
things stick
                to

my lips
   like fibers

let
myself learn
       to swim

hurt

What has come of the letters

she wanted, well

this may be it

don't carry yr ills

to postcard landscapes

piece it together

before the light goes

and comes again

dawn on fabric walls

of colors I have never seen

and may never see

least you can do

picking superstitions

from yr feet

and from stones

is to not think of me

in any capacity

hurt travels

tooth

and if I go
to prepare
a place for us

I will come back
with nothing
for myself

there is no hill on that corner
there is only a pile
of sand

what comes in language
bites down the crime
the criminality of it
smiling dentist

seeing my tooth being
rinsed by christine
who tells me
you look cool

I ask her
are you flirting with me
and she replies no

tamar hands me pills
in a packet, smiles
wishes me a good
rest of the day

joan

Krkk!
sharp stones
crunching under her and all her
ornaments, her suits, her chin

creak of leather
it's irresistible.

               -- To go.
No.

               -- To stay then.

This is no place to stay, Emerald Eyes.
But if left with no choice, come Tuesday.

*dusts hands

What you are
is that sword
by her hip

me day

didn't go to work
made a mess in bed
dog's ear over my eyes
damp heat

microwaving leftovers
from Sang Kee
water spinach, hung choi,
as in hollow
sweet pork chops
salt baked seafood

till my throat hurts

duv

the lost dove
the last dove
sits at bay
on its butt

two candles
different in height
casts three shadows
people who don't even

speak Chinese
being disappointed      in me
because I don't
read Chinese

today my first
birthday post
came from Po Chu
in         Hong Kong

from a curve
strikes my attention
from a slice of pear
gut hurts

safe ground no mimicking
stereo of being above a floor
thunds, then ders,
pipe clang yabber

finally,
  silence comes flushing
and out come  word,
 out come  poem
till the cow comes home

ataraxia

doey eyed
the entire
film

pineapple

I became disheartened

then I took to my poems, said

dole it out, the core of the pineapple

acidic is my heart, here

sometimes feeling a great bag

hanging in the air

in front of my face

when I turn to breathe

as food gets cold

the door shuts after my sister

the redness fades from me

when I hear her cough

car poemb

"You are being sax cyst."
Whut.
"I said you're being a
sax cyst."
boot heels shaved 20 degrees
how you and I
distribute weight
cold saturday morning
on fabric row
delivering to me whiffs
of sweet fruit trucks
hearing no cars would
not mean trouble
and this guy
is out here still in shorts

car poema

an old show that
white ppl like
jogger butt
in side mirror
like ducks in a line
girl groceries
tucked my head into my
coffee outside Jefferson
see a woman drop
something -- a tote
had a bikini girl keychain
eyes still in my coffee
everybody insulated
cept a chinese father's
balding head

Chinese-English Dictionary

Enable Select Search

My Words

sure

what's happening -- nothing
even those old dead poets
wouldn't know shit about
elbows on the table,
same wood of a ship,
square-rigged w/ high European
features, all being nice,
makes them smile toothlessly ( nice )
serious is the tip
of a sword as young as
its possessive country
home from work you
take off the day
buds from your hair,
your rock shoes
read the depressed difference
compare levels of disgust
in cheeks and brows
on a day I sit outside
in a fold-out chair
simply to feel something

sick

Genre-blending then I'm pretty happy
fighting together rock wall the vessel
the heater stays on, just crack the capsules
I'm nowhere near the stretch of Maine
live and die a torso

Made in America jar coozy
in the rain walk some populated corner,
some mellow life talking in Philadelphian
a girl under the dish rag
boy watering himself

with my tide out
show myself a section of the park canopy
branches come and show out
I take messages through my nostrils
on the road to recovery

afterwards, between time during travel
if a grayness hasn't already latched on
aren't I already equal, all cock and now craves
movements undisturbing to a dimple
that is not to be wasted, to be wasted

Owe nothing and own nothing
dragging city where the river belts
every day they're finding monsters
they shoot them dead without question
an excessive, conjoined love.

night

Tusslin' through the dark early

winter, this winter

of excessive flix and flicks

from self-doubt comes lethargy

and little word on paper,

and little cold poems

but I've got bluetooth technology

my sister, she specializes in "flu shots"

the line on her palm cuts end to end

little difference in our morphology

I stay inside with my emu

while the words in my trove

curl up against my heat

motions

Nell za go home burg,
to and from Philly,
         
riddled with litter
I seldom cut grass either,
winter snow guarantee of
                        fatty output

Warm pie of a bed,
cold crust of the Delaware

Open the tuck
indicate the forms within me
to get out the nature,
                            it's brilliant,
                     my great masters
            called their philosophy
                            simply put

Come back
to yr sound
until no one buzzed)
if all were for kicks,
                 if it's true ?

She laughing,
with all my salt
in her mouth

to change in the city
as sudden truck revs
I made it out like a Mole

from that somber
& serious business of people

             On a Chinese
                blanket
                ice out there

mum

well,

first, none of us played baseball,
that I come back to
the front steps staggered to hold
a short and plump lawn
like a car hood
                             that old generation

like off to the sea so spread
to take care of the young
my mother howling
into the blue intersection

I walk out toward her
barefoot

lark

she approaches
  red-breasted
  and flips

that nest which,

few feet
from fire,      ( she fought )

   held all the
   eggs of
            my
        moving mind
   my day-to-day
and yesterdays
  never where my
  heart sits

notes

    excuse
  all   sister
  and young sisters
  incapable myself
  why holding back

  tough much
remembering the
blood in my hand
   a fans going
      berserker

in a minute now
  a poem of
    little gravity
    my faces

oi-ing
four cake slices
     of a radiator
     grill pattern
              exhale

my pal goes
  to war w/ the
    world for

the larger
   and
  longer

sometimes it scares
 me to sleep
piano flowers

sleep tho still,
when I can I do
    I can

Say --
        health and
    soul
is all you're for
  flimsy

ready for the
next epoch
in my Garfield
  pajamas

green Chinese
          comforter

normal a quasar
when I was a
kid on A St,
     that
  was the
 name of
the microwave,

Space-bound
  electronics
  all finely
coated w/ years
of cooking oil & dust
           all
expansions and
renovations

my father,
in his young guise,
    erected,
  smiled thru,

(summoned
      almost)

these things
that grow you
out of their memory,
     which lives!

but like vines,
    creep over
     lush time

you    you
are beautiful
          too!

To C. D.,

In my brilliant circle mind,

Wriggling Carlos Wriggling

Not only is my mutation

random,    it's true,         too

of                     luv

common          phenomenon.


You stare out the blinds to see
the source of that noise,

do no-thing,

                     and some guy out
the third story window will tell
those two young men to stop

filming.

many summers

destroyed         what

little                 innocence (
with it,
           
privacy,
                               I had sense

one

          summer   was

just                
blunt
                               on a roof

materia

Little can get away with a lot
before I knew it, I had spent
over $300 on recovering
   my adolescence

And in all that time, didn't
write a single poem.
   
             -- Quyen?
           
Yeh?
             -- Did you go into my room?

Yeh.

             -- Did you play my piano?

   Yeh, I jammed on it.
   I showed you how
   to play FFVII's theme

thru and thru
waiting for the horrible
pang of reality

    after all
    
                     credits roll

american space

                                  so much    

                           air       in the face

till blues             so much you       turn blue

rattling enos, 

bunking bass

                            eating packages

                            why don't I got the guts

completely 

smothering whiskey

                               on nice me

I went out to make a buck

on an electrician's truck

get Vietnam back 

                             to starting

your loss by 

act of birth

order,

                             there is you!

putting the text away, 

wringing in naughty Q

now I feels the smarting --

I had my baby times.

Put away the wax on

                        wax on radiators

                      could never've said, why, I'd

leave          leave

all such things to

                            flesh out cities

PA

hello

from off
signals charge
to a mother

from brambles,
thick, he and I picked
              a stick

we wizarded
toward the falls,
and shit was there falling

wif hoagie in lotus position
on some strata Siddartha sat

black
           bruises,

           deep
                     greens,

a frog
                     in her hands

ought jump
                     into my pocket,

come home
                     wif us

pub letter

Barbarity not all that is under attack,
                             the lash out at the delivery boy
now grown

she was hangry
                         and the trash was supposed to go
out tonight

being much gone
                                               on drugs and lying
down

patted myself
                                           on the right shoulder
where bag strap

becomes a welt
                                     on the tops of my ankles
rub cortizone

and in the letter I had written
                                           mailed to Dusseldorf
fowl scratching

two Johnny Cashes and a Ray Charles
                                 oughta make it to Germany
speedily to Sakamoto's healf

roof

Over there is
the
    Ben Gazzara
    Rehabilitation
         Center

 to the right
  where I
  am in this
        instant

the best
  thing that
  smoke stack

is good for
        I feel
  the wind
      on my
cheek and in my
  hair

  and I look
      back
to confirm
    the direction
         of the
         wind

as a bee
       looks at
       us

you there
   in the
sun smoking

muuuuse
all     I
     want

   a tiny
puff of
yr cigarette

job

The Saturday I
was going to have

all but have, have

                            to myself,

       carried
well on the nite before

when I got to the place
                  a child answered

An Access card
on the                      bedding
children,               caged pup,
                             and bunks

Dunebug and I
were there to help my father
install electrical wiring
on the outside of the house

for the Indian landlord ( I
                                          don't like him )

I guard the van,
                                          watching the mother
and her well-built friend
                                                                  get high

        Ayoung
        family
        grills
                         inwhat
                         space
                         theyhave                           got
     
        her the
                              garbage bag she
                                                                  asked for

Charletta, but
I'm likely way
off,                        and Michelle,

with her hair

                    intricately
                         up

         I know

I used to take the 66 & see
all the girls from Jean Madeline
out on their smoke breaks

dip

Dip in

after rotation

in high school
We perched rotatos

off the wall
    on  9th

I seldom edited.
Him doing all the  tinkering.
Mini-DVs plastic on

plastic
               I

with my eye
ball, sup
               posing
them
   
In various locations
from Christian all
the way to City Hall.

A dishwashing, B typing,
C dozed some luv left over in
Kaufman's bin

view

If ya feel it
ya feel it,
stupid

local star
CVS is out
for me tonight

Mars, too, is
out for me tonight

to its left, what I had
mistaken as Arcturus

Starlight
kisses a perfect
                     
Stranger
on a Sunday