wrote a few new poems

beat-poetry alert - just don't say you haven't been warned
ps i think the middle one is the best what about you?

alone at beer

ruts rut that's what
they said in calgary
or was it tangierz
definitely the latter
the night
good night
written "nite" in order to rime with "brite" and "lite"
the nite, i was saying
that donald gave up his game of bricolage at last
not twisty enuff! that's what he was saying, but we didn't believe
no one believed
why bother?
twas all ruts and cabbage, a strange combination to be sure but not so surprising when you consider the natural order of the letters that lie in a 'eap and a 'taff around town.


at least i feel something

considering what eve was on
it's no surprise
that then before that for a split pea i saw there was nothing
nothing more
nothing more that need not rest in peas. but then
but then boredom got the better
as it ALWAYS DOES
which is when para and cata fight over lytic.
who's gonna come out a head?
it wasn't the reaction that led to the ice,
nor all those shooting streams and streaming flames and flaming shots
not them either
even as they blackened my lungs
and your lungs
and your lungs
thank you thank you thank you
no
unfortunately we are the very air we breathe
an apt meta for a dyslexicatastrofff
leaving only epitafffs
epithets?
leaving only epithets, at bottom, swill and grainy muck.


quoth the lion

if there's one thing the lion whispered in your ear
mouth hanging open
dribbling spit
stringy and whispy and waivering in the still breath of the lion
it's this:
"chchchhhhhhhhhhgggggchlachlachlahclachlahlcahlahhhhhhhchchchchggggggggBBBBBBBB"
but not to worry because i was there, I WAS THERE! and i can ahem translate.
My dear, my walnut
some ships are gray
some falcons search
from quiet quays' perch
for yesterday's taciturn
prey.
but only the quietest
heroines shriek
"chchchhhhhhhhhhgggggchlachlachlahclachlahlcahlahhhhhhhchchchchggggggggBBBBBBBB"