if comets could talk
i imagine they’d have a lot to say
about dreams of falling
about the horrors of fire
and about death

huge heaps of extra
terrestrial molten rock
flung from the slingshot
of that great milky galaxy
hurled towards the smallest
rock they could find
hoping damage in numbers can
be done.

hoping, praying, that they
the comet
still have the power of life
of death
to completely wipe out

because we have taken it
with our fossil fuels

now we can cause
extinct

chicken chopped perfectly
edible pieces of bone
sucking on a beak

some things sound better
in japanese verse

varicose veins of yore
extra flabby skin galore
jelly rolls all the more

others do not.

people talk of the neither-world
but they know not of who they speak
and then one night when all alone
comes one who flies from neither land

he’ll come into your bedroom and wake you
looking for his shadow or something like it

then walk to your bedpost and smile as he
offers you his hand and some fairy dust

of course you’ll buy in being as gullible as
you always are and then off you’ll fly to a

land neither beautiful, playful, nor infinitely
youthful. and you’ll long to return from your

flight to neitherneither land.

there’s gnomes there.

laughable hysterical overwhelming emotion
perfectly balanced wall art
and other things that piss me off

all to often i edit the thoughts
i ought not to have thought
but fail to edit the words
that follow

thankfully i have fingers
which do
most of my public
speaking
for me

and take out all the bad
words like poop

– inappropriate to say in most
settings

haha poop

very much is how i love you
forever is how long
today is when i’ll hold you

it would be nice if you’d return the favor

i have contemplated many things
big, small, green, and even parkable
things
once i considered
out of a fast food italian restaurant

i’ve pondered
over lakes and cheetoes
but never seafood

thoughts have come
while swimming and looking up out of the water
towards the air
i have wondered,
maybe this isn’t water poured in a hold
but rather our earth
is one big bubble of said pool

things i think and things i feel
have happened with no shoes
and no shorts
often with nothing at all

but i know
thoughts will continue to come
as long as i’m allowed to
come-template

red carpet and a place called tarshit
wake me to wide isles
“is this materialism?” my communist friend asks.

“maybe” i respond

it must be, in the same way

the test of manliness –
holding oneself horizontally
from a vertical pole

the test of a woman
is how much fake fruit she has
delicately placed around her home

we watch in horror and disgust
as vultures gather on our pristine white cement streets
and clean for us the things we find
untouchable

and then we carrion
OUR lives as though
we’re much better

books of joy
books of mystery and fear
books which make your heart leap
there are books for crying
and books for murdering
and even books for bombs
some books can answer all the questions of life
and some books are just plain stupid
people get published with bland
plain
painful
sorry
terrible
writing
(and some publish themselves)

but i think, one book.
maybe 90 pages
on the merit of jello
in the workplace
would be worth
1000 words.

lack of sleep hit the fan
things that fade
then re-awake
and keep you from that glorious state
of

who am i
where am i
why on earth did you decide to wake me?

the donut fulfills
every hidden desire
of le roger mugs

the circle represents the relationship
will last forever
one continuous piece of dough
the purity of which
shares
the couple’s pure love
respect
care
for one another

do you roger
take this donut
to fulfill your every desire?

and do you donut
take this roger
in sickness and in health?
in the morning and in the evening?
after cereal and after fajitas?

what chocolate could
never begin to compare
old fashioned plain glazed

conformity is what i do
to people who annoy me
always will be shunned at the expense
of a few extra hundred dollars
would buy exactly what i need
is a new attitude to slap people
dancing sporadically through
the few small years of my youth
passion was baseball which now
i can hardly begin to comprehend
rocket science you must read books

whew.
outta hold you over.

no matter how much you love your family
in-laws will always remain
in-laws

and beer will always soften
the blow

wet diapers every day
poopy shouldn’t be this way
love what i care for

So many people make such a big deal
out of finally seeing themselves in print
and then they’re printed
and they think
the man
he likes me
but the truth is
you can spend your whole life
waiting for the man
or you can say
screw you the man
and get out there and make a difference
in this world
a difference that no one
will want to buy
or read
or care about
but even if the man saw you as his beloved
it wouldn’t change a thing
the sieve and the sand the awesomeness the book
screw you the man

walking down the street
pretty flowers
smelled nice
looked…
good

i also liked
the pretty sky
it was blue
and pretty

i like nice things

in my head
i make a lot more money
and get paid to write

upstairs is where
all kinds of editors cant keep
their hands off me, cant get me
enough money quickly enough

in my head
i’m famous but modest
wise and generous
with my exorbanent amounts of coin

ideas flow
over flow
and page after page
has people begging for

moremoremore!
in my head
i start out modest
and forget how i got there
in my head
i forget where i am

in my head

you know you like it you know you want
moremoremore.

inmyheadpeoplelovemebecause
iwritealotbetterthanthis

i still dont believe
that you are mine
you belong to me

i dont have to share you

holding you is still surreal
i want to reflect on my shock
but i still dont believe you’re real

so small and fragile
how did God fit so much precious-ness
awesome-ness
cute-ness
and sweet-ness
in so small a package?

i dont have to share you
with anyone