Sing As If Your Song Wants to Be Dressed in Nursing Shoes

sing, because the ground is rarely
completely flat

sing, because the air is rarely
completely a solid

sing, because the mountains rarely
reach completely to the heavens

sing, because the sea is rarely
composed completely of UFOs

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, because the song has been written

sing, because the breath is there

sing, because the band is playing

sing, because you are on stage
and you are the lead singer
and they’re already at the first chorus
and all you’ve done is wave at the dolphins
smiling at you from the first row

sing, because it’s the Grammy’s
and this was supposed to be the big comeback

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, filled with silent disaster
sing where somewhere in between
could fall

sing, for you are finally
sing like a wrecking ball

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, for it is not too late
to become a doctor

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sing mentally (meaning inside of the head,
not outside)

sing about things you once thought
would be eternally gold and glossy
which now appear to be growing hair

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, those on whose wings
heavy aviation comes

sing, because the morning is here

sing, because they’ve finally removed the boxing gloves
from your fists

     *     *     *     *     *

sing at the guy who told you
"You’ll never sing at me!"

sing to him:
Hey, I’m singing right at you!
So who is the stupid one now!?

     *     *     *     *     *

sing into the sofa cushions accumulating
loose change in your mouth

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as you are pulling meat out of
your teeth

sing as you are pulling teeth out of
your meat

sing as you are pulling teeth out of
your head

sing as you are pulling meat out of
your head

sing as you are pulling your head out of
your head

     *     *     *     *     *

sing because your surfer-girl hair
is wavy, windblown and way cool

sing because you just read about
these bio-identical pellet implant things
that do these things to you – really good things

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as if singing were a nasty disease
you need to get rid of

sing as if you considered singing
to be a very powerful drug
and do not stop singing
until you overdose

     *     *     *     *     *

sing all the old songs about there being
another North Carolina
underneath of North Carolina
where everyone is incontinent

sing all the old classics about
Rudy the zombie elf
who shits zombie elf shit
in everyone’s shoes
while they are sleeping
or making love

sing all known sea shanties!

     *     *     *     *     *

sing! (meaning "more!")

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as cardinals in the nest of
the first altogether abandoned pontificate

     *     *     *     *     *

sing out a statistical call-to-arms

sing, the way fear attaches itself to the magnificently frantic

sing about how some languages seem to
be Spanish

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is it the bump that turns the road
into uneven lines
on a poor day
on a poor road
even the good road liquifies

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sing, eligible respondents

sing predominantly in
one or two syllable shared implies

sing, in some instances,
calling for an offering

sing a taped version
of the electronic sounds

sing in whatever majesty ye shall be shewn in

     *     *     *     *     *

sing enough to have families

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, usual indicative presence
sing, subject of a subordinated clause
sing of 22 rates of cleft palate and fetal resorbtion in mice
sing of low-level, whole-body burnt vibrations
sing a sweet and pleasing fragrance

     *     *     *     *     *


no, it is not a shoestring
it’s a knot fallen apart
how can we get the knot back
and place it in your heart
(preferably in the left anterior descending artery
forming a 100% blockage of the LAD –
a type of myocardial infarction
generally known as "the widowmaker")

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sing, adoptable showcases
sing all which is that integral part of renal wastage throughout the world
sing vowels and consonants unlikely to be of use
sing, because rumor has it there is a “lightning rod” for those boys who do not sing

sing like skin that is in turn test skin
persistently present in the
classic rash pattern around a parabolic blind

sing, because there is no possible way to turn
90 degrees on a psychic compass
into physical soldiers

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sing, at ease
sing, at attention
sing in all the other states
Sgt. Brown forgot to mention

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sing a description of the song you are singing
being sure to use as many concrete nouns
as you can

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, for you are the signature being
of the sing ceremony

sing, co-presented by a new light
running in all directions at once

sing, for you love to read
and can fall asleep at any time of day

     *     *     *     *     *

sing the last equally true verse
accompanied by a xylophone
and a light blu gel

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, if you are not able to talk about it

sing, if it helps to stop
the talking about it

sing, if it helps to stop
the singing


I express
away again
away again
a sway again
a sagging before looking
away again


I suppress
a day again
a day again
away again
a lagging before sleeping
a day again

my soul yearns for butcher who can make soup containing very little meat

my soul yearns for butcher who can make soup
containing very little meat.
as a deer longs
for flowing
evil sparkle dust,
so my soul longs for
beautiful melodies
disturbing my spirit,
raising bamboo decals on
red-gold coconut milk
with a consoling, but punishing heat.

*     *     *     *     *

I am widening my table
to be as wide as the room.

I am raising my table
to be as high as the ceiling.

I am canceling my subscriptions to
House Beautiful and Architectural Digest
because their antiquated notions
of what a dining room should look like
disgust me.

*     *     *     *     *

So that I could shriek every time I heard the voice
of a milkman or caught sight of a butcher,
I learned much
from a kindly butcher
and a kindly milkman –
and the milkman was so kindly
he’d even do a reach-around.

*     *     *     *     *

My soul thirsts for romance with
non-meat Chicken Soup.

My flesh longs for
“nicey-nice,” “positive”
stew cuts.

This is part of why I am
on Effexor.

*     *     *     *     *

Here’s something The Iron Chef
will not tell you:

No Japanese meal is complete without
the deprived-crab wheelie bags and
literally anything whose slime falls fast as sweat will
when it is summer and you are on horseback.

But do not permit sour seafood
to taint your wonderful choices
of a crowns from a sweet,
yeasty, pull-apart
fleet of necks or
glorious mindful sand castles
similar to corn meal
in childish eyes.

*     *     *     *     *

my fine beach
is on fire –
even in Paradise.

this doesn’t quite make my mouth water,
but it doesn’t make me want to cancel
the clambake either.

but that’s me!
I’ve raised a few chickens
and tapped the maple tree
(that is to say that
I once was physically doing all of these things).

*     *     *     *     *

standing in an oven to
get a first-hand look, are you,
Food Informant?

you can find everything in
Prevention but
the handle
can’t you?

you, bald-headed inside of two
de-boned Holy Arks!
on account of your degrading yourself,
my sense is
thick and creamy (not to mention on

My six-door marrow-chili,
bigger than some feelings
swollen with eggs,
makes my gullet full of
“sickness” in the best way possible.

My back is

My own family
was widely believed to speed death by giving the departing soul a
bar of soap, so at the last shower
there would be soap
and not soup.

But that’s OK.
I am a big “Monkey Man”
chopped down to little monkey pieces
you can buy wholesale in cases like
canned chicken carcasses.

*     *     *     *     *

Sometimes, while chopping
or sautéing the old-fashioned way
Jupiter’s discriminations,
I think, “And to think,
something in this
butcher paper
was also once inside of me.”

*     *     *     *     *

Man breathing,
my back
pickled tongue!

My soul
is endlessly lapping at an unpeeled onion!

My stomach
is pretty great too!

*     *     *     *     *

my favorite photo is
the photo simply
of the shells in a large heart,
the perfectly thin mound
of haste,
my mother’s
best friend’s birthday treat –
boiling the accident
down to
a garbure, which is a lovely French soup.

*     *     *     *     *

Who would destroy

Who would encrust
the classic conflict of flesh vs. soul,
and townfolk vs. Little grublings who need no soup?

Be careful that your skin is not
too hot, as this will cause the
Baal in silence to dine on vulture-soup
and inadvertently
grow larger than your logic,
grander than Auntie Lee’s Meat Pies,
1000% more potent than
100% biblically-true strength of
hot bean soup
which resides in one’s muscles
not very long.

*     *     *     *     *

How can I help my chef
to trust in God’s care
when she is afraid of
a certain type of
lamb sausage?

God who is the hayfield
so that the horses could graze over,
bless the “The Christmas ham.”
Bless the hay
paired with fennel.
Bless a weathered soul with cowboy ghost features.
Bless food fears
and food
and pet a pig
and enjoy the pre-semen malt.

*     *     *     *     *

Crazy she-doctor opening
“real” patients
near a deserted stretch of road
that might have involved
a sudden detour,
my goal is to
use meat more as a flavoring than as a
piccolo –
and I always achieve my goals!

*     *     *     *     *

Deep, bottom of the
dying-to-be-there auntie
wholly saturating my
odd lemon delight
in all of its flowing words
available in an eternal wake,
in the past,
my chili
raged all around
a rifle,
my humble,
painfully short,
damp, depleted,
tent remained unpacked
in the motel parking lot,
my soul longed for
gratitude, plans, wishes, desires,
my psyche (or soul) became fragmented during
the stew course
and then yearned to
cure cucumber.

Now my soul magnifies its own
butcher knife eyelashes –
shredding my insides when my soul
blinks rapidly.

*     *     *     *     *

Yeah, My Hoppin’ Soul
is ‘a rollin’ around in meat
to make a small package
of meat
flat like a meat rug.

*     *     *     *     *

What difference does it make whether the bottle is
a dish or a broken blue ski
that has this like gloopy wallpaper of boots
filling up the boot?

I know I will eventually
get the soup into my mouth.

I know it as sure as I know that
in a post-apocalyptic future
My Mother Can’t Possibly Know
the only hungry soul.

If not every

decaying flower

Swimming Piece 1

Imagine that all of the air around you is actually water.

Attempt to surface.

faster than ever slower than you

faster than ever
slower than you

on a bicycle

tucked away in the sun
is the next day

and all
the days
it chases

Great Things! no. 9


January 1997


my gentle, loving and utterly older Edible Cap

it’s always been understood:

cakes and breads
add charm to
kittens & kin
on the loose

Certain genetic diseases make the victim more in a hurry. Sort of …

Haribo Sugarless Gummy Bears
are the species most commonly farmed
in other areas of the
‘Little Tummy’

(ANY mention of this to other people makes
their skulls into a structural model of the cross –
so don’t all Edward Snowden on us)

in a world yearning for iconbunny HOMESCHOOLED Labradoodles
and winsome Wheatens
sometimes you have to be the shit
and sometimes you have to be the shit test
copiously checking the shit for color, consistency, amount, shape, odor,
and the presence of mucus, hidden (occult) blood, fat,
meat fibers, bile, white blood cells and sugars

is this
the face
so eager to
fill that strangely
absent much older
group of flawed but marvelous
creatures that came before humans?

Another question:

Good Lord Where Can I Hide?

Surely not inside
Pixar’s great mascot, Luxo Jr.,
or the Iron Giant?

Observations Regarding Birds by Robert Durst (to be read using your best Robert Durst imitation)

Sometimes a happy bird lands on your shoulder
and it stays there singing happily away –
and maybe it’s a day you’re not necessarily
in the mood for that chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp
and it starts to drive you a little crazy.

You try to shoo it away
but it stays there.
No matter how many times
you say “Shoo!”
or you tell it,
“You NEED to
You need to be
“This has got to stop NOW –
The bird is still there.

So when nothing happens,
if the bird will not listen to reason,
well then you are at the point where
you have to take the matter
into YOUR OWN hands.
And you squeeze that bird
until it stops singing.

If it’s a small bird,
like a sparrow or a robin,
you dispose of the cadaver –
because who walks around
with a dead bird in their hands?

If it’s a bigger bird,
like a partridge or a cornish hen,
or a REALLY bigger bird
like a chicken or a turkey,
well, that’s great,
then you have your dinner
for the evening right there
and you didn’t even need to go
to Wegmans.
Maybe it’s your lucky day after all.

Who would have thought.