I.
eye-
less
beneath
shields
that
bulbs
render
dumb
gags
applied
outside
the felt
sense.junked
to
streamline
against
cap-
illary
rifts,
the
implied
legs
bottom
out
splints,vis-
able
through
ghettoes
of
film
I.
all
object-
ions
are
spayed
within
the
roar
of tran-
slucence.the
wool
is
removed
in
seconds,
in
corners
where
the
spectrum
drains.the
product
drips
white,bored
by
tics,un-
mistakeable
I.
lead
for
teeth
and
the
black
hangs
slick.hymns
pumping
against
eros-
ions
drop
feeble
mines,
zeroed
in the
fractured
pulse.now
in-
vertebrate
programming
reels
the
negative
though
brick,failing
homes
for
perfect
darts
angles
of return
Through you cheated
we remain everyone.in
at odds the way
w/the that space
old math: dissolves in-
"re-
and tuition
not
re-".booted we eat.in-
through a cesantly
vent,col- cold in
lapsing on places where
itself, speech can't
suddenly manage.the
facts
aware of you couldn't
its own re-
lack.the place sleep,un-
previous
terms repentently.crushed
of measure along the lines
are im- of wires or
potent.against an impossible
quiet's
vertigo re-
flash- enactment
lights are in hopes of
arranged ignition.sha-
in hope. dows are
to create drafted where
the im- we hollow
pression
of the point
fair
weather
hints at
color be
'neath the
same
death-
chant the
way
you did
all three
in
the
Trumpet
Arms of
some
factory
schisms
worse
pimps a-
llocated
new Police
thrumming
atonal
bolero
w/in the
club's
primped
virus
tricks
rampant
in spite
of
yr gag
ing the counter-
punch,
ceaselessly
aligning
other wise
jerks off
the same
parade
baton's
fire-
wir'd in
yr sleep
yr
shield--
dead un-
til the
lens caps
ab-
solute
sur-
vellience
gives
us half
the takes.
we'll take
the rest
in ice,
where the
chess-
men scurry
in erasure
Tracey McTague
cutting off chicken
heads
preserves oneÕs Òquant aÕ soiÓ
something pithy enough
something he knew he
had missed
unattainable &
improbable
the complete vision of
all that he 'd lost
his fondness for
gambling & wildflowers
humbles all indignity
of domestic felicity
for poisoning his wifeÕs bastards
so meanly housed
her handÕs embroidery in the light & a likeness of
her on paper
bits of wreckage
possessed for now
21 cents lucky
For two dimes & a
penny
the captain bought Òthe idle richÓ
An urban nuisance
to accumulate &
measure ignominy
against prodigious
manipulation
Tijuana bans the
monkey
a May-December type of
affair
for a hardmouthed man
in a lucky barber chair
Salty
translucence for a good cut
his progressive invisibility
among hotwalkers in
the dusk
She spoke only the
vernacular of soft sounds
nostos
A king sensitive to
the seasonÕs cycles
expects frequent
visitors
Freedom of the
liberated nose
& other dethroned
monuments
Swans shot by the
racemosas
everlasting moss
abiding
Disposable masks
for disguised priests
Homecoming for
elevator ladies
conversations of
liftyorsha
A scandal unfit
for faithful old beaus
The gatekeeper removes
his hat
they live together
with sweet science
Totus tuus
not exactly the world
but a closer approximation
Mind Instructions
barely a limb or so
above the line
into a semblance
of varied notes
all inside
the outline of fruit
brings news
of old vines
into forgeries written
for a wedding
live feed of cemetery
cities thus divided
obey esteem
discontented with the
empire
fatigue alights
into a glass eye
looking out
reflecting cartoon
a feather
a brief history of a
shoe
and the foot therein
misfortune disdainful
more luxury than socks
his miserly
indifference for glass
to persuade them of a
thing
all dangers met
on a new road
the captain
is not dead
dawn of fanatical tonic
I fear so
happy enough
some foul puppet on a
stand
in a glazed future
ruined
by misdeed
pardon our appearance
while we inhabit this exquisite
raiment
a natural consequence
a sign
a slow moving thing
a wounded thing on the
floor
just an empty pageantÕs shadow
& sham flung into
substance
to be curiously
listless
is divinity in beauty
beyond vision
it is the faithless
who know
radiance in surrender
a part of them
hollowed into a
perfect pearl
the chattering of evil
houses
in a finer world
Ethan Fugate
Blood light from the
window next door
and Baby Adventure is
waving from the Lazyboy
with teeth that cause traffic
accidents
involving livestock.
Incidentally, the
streets in Red Hook
wear potholes for
sleeves.
There isnÕt much difference
between the big
ill-and-necessary bridge wearing
Bob SagetÕs face, the weight of the sea, and the Bureau
where you go to type
the same thing over and over.
Well, itÕs April and levitation is occurring.
No big deal. Really.
File Under X
Well, itÕs May and the occurrence of levitation
continues. Really, itÕs not a big deal.
After all: Adventure
Baby and I are denizens
of the spiritual
world. We sailed the wide expanse
of content. See: we
have our own comic book.
See: here is a map
behind glass in a box.
Androids are the
caretakers. See: they are gigantic.
A ghostly farm is
where we grow
dissident potatoes,
read the latest issue,
ask each other ÒHowÕs the
tooth?Ó
A Polar there snuffles
across invisible ice
dragging parts of a
bicycle.
Whither the Universe Goes, Go IÑMaybe
Half the distance and
then half again
and only half aware of
the least
remembrance of April.
Eventually, down the
eventual
stumbling causal
casualness we go.
Oh. So after casual
conversation
what is left is the
softer void.
Monkey destiny. The
map is just talking
about monkey destiny.
Secret Idea
has apparatus to detect
most monkey infractions.
Thus making it upÑthe monkeyÑensures
this is not the life
for me to make.
All I Have To Do Is Snap My Fingers
Wide-screen adventure
and obsession with
rain.
This dogÕs name is Lousy.
Five dice and
moonlight. Suck
in
your stomach
and give it your
karaoke
best.
This dog is named
Terminal.
I
know how to
put this song inside
your
head.
Especially since it is
a rain song
with
harmony and dogs.
Put fresh vegetables
in that place and everyone
would go there
despite the tugboat
people
and the ever
escalating squid wars.
A little farther down
the line
it was a short
experiment
we didnÕt even wait
for lightning to power
the mad science.
Singing all my blues
away.
This pup you can call
The Charm,
The rain shining
has it.
A piano with some
strings
in the background
[could be the Beatles
or
it could be (more
hopefully)
the Beach Boys].
Totally took their
shirts off.
You wouldnÕt bring a dog
named Cartographer to
the bar
would you?
Truncated or
incomplete...
You arenÕt sure who it is
who butters your
bread.
The rain shining.