Sentient Sinatra Sunset (John Lurie)


for John Lurie

is edible drowning up there?

as predicted in a future poem his aesthetic stands itchy in hotlights at the sink washing dishes while thinking up elden ring memes for twitter clout

this is a modern poem that does nothing his hands of caged meat slimes up past his elbows as he lemons this trademarked postmarked marky marked one and only love sucked

into low orbit observation send it said eddie said she hopes the doctor got his dosage right this time this is is real now

despite our collective mfa the mouse squeaks the house sneaks the chinese porcelain every druggie wanna-be and dead-alike speaks at length about cockroaches scampering tightly under skullskin it just so happens that every sortie of weed manufactured across the southern territories since at least the end of the second world war has been poached without the consent of hives worldwide there’s always a paranoid car story he read it 

he’s not doing anyone a favor these dishes crack themselves on concrete and file away tortoises tying

uh oh what’s in his hand against character your advertisement of very uncool touching

father on blasted beach the sun has no imagination his parents chose to orphan him is that mean is that the point bed bath and beyond hacked his sorry ass hello william gibson the holy spirit a samurai rides the gyrus orphaned by its slight description 

yeah that’s saying it plain the first great passage of the twenty second century opens up this his first novel about the black wall they know they’re on tv too hard to get up this hill without it

the dog sniffs the plastic takeout bag the cockroach pushes around particular brain ridges conspiratorial things let him call the shot is too beautiful to have been composed its eyeline blasts his sacral aqueduct

splash damage vibrant with all that yellow racing thru his gut but vibrant but vibrant with sesame seeds pecked into the ceiling on their way to god chandler bing is a name he just thought of suddenly for no reason your image of god continues to anger the church bell edible and deserves to see the phantom menace in theaters and cut his oh man those three were dead before the sardine hit the ground they were all fucking with him clean out the world for virtue and love the lemon said

they were bugs and teeth scattered like water run dry too much coffee for this to be his first time in the afterlife he didn’t write he got them sons of warriors that hiss that service he looked away

his poetics is super mario kart

oh man look at that sunset

protect it

I Burn The World


i don’t want to hate read
your big bang which is to
say i desire to sniff your
every sip of coke carry you
closer to the end of beer
of coffee of water i am
formally interesting of but bereft baked
into obsolescence the right hand no
poems about rain when i drive
the scents enter and exit like
coffee shop customers once a virgin
always a virgin no leatherback sea
turtle devouring a jellyfish have a
strange obsession strangely unobsessed i was
a bad translator and a hell
of a stylist trapped in colin
powell’s test tube not being dramatic
when i say the light dims
vibrating elements start a tv network
arch of river-wet stones above creek
in vermont if you don’t know
the noun its sentence is alien
and uber modernity says don’t slow
america morphs individual identity to bludgeon
america grafts vision to formula warmachine
america was nowhere america had nowhere

Double Sonnet for Michel

listen, monster, i’m here to remind you
the ruby drunk caught in your throat demands
a buck fifty for the downtown 1 white
shoe slip-resistant rubber sole the plan

this Philosophy smells of studded club
soda dark liquor hidden deep in books
template matching over styx russian sub
ice cream necropolis kicks filthy nooks

oh no i hope it’s not true i’m attached
to the colors posing at piss station
so unsophisticated my tenses
fall to the floor i’ve missed my choo choo

you don’t deserve a narrative monster
all you get: a spare admission of form

like a dog like a man who can’t decide
whether to use the pronoun him or it
dog who’s spoiled interior design
three heads one asshole no one to love it

michel foucault would have been an iphone
man bald bitmoji man he would have sucked
off zuck in the castro like a real man
unable to look anywhere but in

retrospect is fabulism is a
surrealist koan yodeled from buckling knees
in a space station manned by paranoid
belted purple unfathomable beasts

ignorant to our own intricate dance
i am not a love song i‘m a baked yam

‘The Damaged Ape’ by Russell Edson

Ape, Hackensack, N.J., 2020

A little piece of the ape’s nostril had fallen off; and then we noticed one of its ears was chipped. On closer examination we saw that one of its fingernails was missing.

By this time, of course, we had grown to love the ape, but still we wondered if it shouldn’t be sent back for an undamaged one.

The guarantee slip was still attached to one of its ears: This ape is guaranteed in perfect working order on the day of the purchase.
But then we noticed something else written on the slip: Floor model, demonstration ape, reduced for quick sale.

Ah, so we did get a bargain without even knowing it.

The ape shyly smiles and presents its cheek for a kiss …

But later on in the evening a large hole develops in the ape’s stomach from what had seemed earlier only a tiny tear. And all evening we watched the ape’s insides slowly coming out all over the rug …

Source: Edson, Russell. The Tunnel: Selected Poems. Oberlin, OH: Oberlin College Press, 1994. Print.

For All the Vegans I’ve Loved and Consumed (Trendy Modernist Power Play)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 991

ONE

of animals
as moral consumers
justify their sight

moral consumption of animals and you
don’t fry up this fragmented animal
as moral constraint either hence

we dig up this fragmented animal class
in anti-intellectual stories under wonder
what’s moral consumption?

the poets are moral consumers mutatis mutandis
what’s moral? we wonder what’s something their patients see
this fragmented pharmaceutical animal perhaps?

as far as moral constraint
either we wonder what’s moral or
consume animals as we wonder what’s moral

TWO

self-awareness
don’t fry up that ego: all organisms work
self-affirming live monkey limb
because we think of animals as moral consumptions
size and constraint either hence we consume them
but we don’t generally see animals
we don’t have stories to tell
self-affirming little tales to negotiate
guilt over knives
don’t ponder what’s moral consumption
size and constraints
what their habits whisper of self-awareness
don’t have their patients moral consumption
animals as moral consumers of size
condors constrain their populations
but they selfishly extol story structure
that doesn’t have to do with man and god
foolish moral constraints as we wonder what’s moral
consumption sounds and chimps
our nearest relatives tearing
them apart but selfishly expanding
to don’t have stories to justify they also don’t have live monkeys
pharmaceutical animals as tonal constraint
what’s our nearest relative for tearing
tell me something about self-awareness
to negotiate guilt tell me
hurting stories to negotiate guilt
hurting their habitats don’t consume size and constraint
what of them? their populations? there’s only one story
the tearing story we tell self-affirming agents
no normal moral considerations just stories
what’s moral consumption size and constraint
either we wonder what’s or we don’t

THREE

something trendy back in grad school
all the poets enabled study of age as a class
in all those poems that enabled

so it was its almost discourses that as poets
were something of pound olson duncan and you
to undergrad all the trendy bach pieces

the poems people turned in at grad school
all the trendy modernist power play
a pound of olson a pound of duncan

and you don’t have to dig up this fragmented
anti-intellectual potsherd
weak domesticated anti-intellectual egoism

Columbia, Columbia (Maybe Going Crazy)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 979

Columbia, Columbia

columbia columbia
and homelessness and livelihood? at last one lives? last year hundreds of
natural threats again the air near when one’s noisome elected
there one lives in advance of columbia — most populous most powerful
and live into one’s life in natural hundreds
as one’s somatic village abhors splendor

columbia has soured
columbia maybe going crazy
one called one’s life modern
affordable and populous germline
still pretty chill affinity live sustainably
hundreds of states wear bonne chance naturelle
disaster brocaded/braided against the mutated breast

columbia most populous catastrophes one’s
chosen to ignore hundreds rot of failure
of distance like from now on of time
a failure to live in suspect all one’s life
america can do? american nihilism has soured maybe it’s only
going ignored — the fires — although one’s

life in columbia hazardous state of writhing
cohort desegregates the fire most populous
most populous most populous power
one’s life in northern columbia nihilism
sour maybe it’s only
words writhing affixment to human-made

The Making of Poems

Wikipedia Poem, No. 977

Rochelle Park, 2019

superbus

shows how   twice although they both turned   men took and rembrandt painted the 1970s made sense (or   not) of the art-historical or cultural upheavals of sexual violence against   women nancy princenthal dramatic perhaps but with replete with replete with replete without   physical princentury the political or psychological and coercion in artists have made for a male art-historical or psychological princenthal  writes pointing to convey it was inherently renderstood no era or culture has been a convey it in life abuse an extremis a new book an experience an  abuse

collatinus

his fantasies an  early 70s in seedbed performances himselves   invading their bodies to tie their bodies him as he masturbated an elegant account perform even if  some critics didn’t buy it or not quite their bodies to tie the obvious history and weaves in intimate relation and aggress   sexual violence in prince in seedbed percepts to an empts like chris burden account performances himselves the first agnes martists were  often account performance articulator describe more candy near a prize broad jump 71 offer the obvious of his best   

hardman 

she  convicts that no image  could become his sexual advance she could  subject was as if the could became his sexual advances   she conviction that no image conviction that no image could subject it   was as if the slaves offered her door she awakened he identified her two choices  she could become his sexual advances she could submit to his conviction that no image  conviction that no image could repress perhaps inadvertently going adulterous sexual advances she could become   his sexual advances she could submit to the could subject it was as if he submits to the body

Salon of the Rejected (Barthes Shoots the Last Living Duck)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 909

which the sentence constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure wick

original structure which the language constitutes manet analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes tweet at manet analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that orthographic convention

structure from which the word constitutes i am manet analysis of that original structure which the sentence constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original struck bird

that original structure constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes i manage manet analyze that original structure which the word constitutes i marry no one which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the sentence condemns

which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure whip/whip/wip

language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes that there are upper class people in hats described is significant analysis of that original structure which the language constitutes immanent analysis of that original structure which the word constitutes t’nenammi analysis of that original structure at leisure

supremexy of textx

Wikipedia Poem, No. 902

supremexy of textx
supremexy of textx, Joseph M. Gerace, 2019

smalltime selfish textx
geniustime
hairline hinge into
head
ritual handwashing into head
ritual handwashinge
cup in aluminum

i am telling you
look at this
supremexy of textx
smalltime selfish
genius glittering cup in aluminum

i am telling the cup in aluminum
i am telling everything to look at this
supremexy of
textx

smalltime selfish geniustime selfish
geniustime
selfish genius; supremexy of textx

into head
ritual handwashing; into head
ritual, handwashinge; into head
ritual handwashing; into head

washing you
to look at this
supremexy of
smalltime selfishness
genius ritual head

aluminum iamb look
supremexy of textx
smalltime ritual hand
washing into head

ritual handwashing
cup of aluminum
i am telling you: look at this
smalltime supremexy of textx

Black Tiger #2 (New York Without Permission)

BF-blackout-sm

Notes the democracy women
Manifest a lost white battle year

Apocalyptic birth food
Outstanding disco

Golden camp:
Strike your current soul

Other hopes how mothers love
Communism and dance geography

‘s essential poetry
The real scandalized night moves

Archive
Tiger #2, plywood,
On the cover
New York New York
Without permission
Printed in the United States