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
sabbatical).

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
“seedless.”

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
AmazingRibs.com?

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.

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

but
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?

Everybody’s Talking About Kale

Everybody is talking about kale
and how everyone’s also talking about how
EVERYONE who is anyone is talking about kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Everyone from Jennifer Aniston to Victoria Beckham is talking about kale.
Kurly Kale talks about no bake dessert kale.
Roi Shlomo of Kale Me Crazy talks about kale.
Bo Muller-Moore of Vermont thinks everyone should eat more kale.
Martha Stewart talks about how Kale is King.

Are you curious about what kale is?

         *      *      *      *      *

Kale is a member of the cancer-fighting cruciferous family of vegetables.
Kale is one of the leading nutrient power houses of all the greens.
Kale is an unsung hero.
Kale is the wind that’s never seen.
Kale is the ingredient that imparts that lovely Hulk-green hue to everything.
Kale is the ideal of freedom, peace, and happiness among and within all nations and/or people.
Kale is known to be a world within a dream, but with actual effects on the real world – serving as the today and the tomorrow, as well as the todays and tomorrows of the past.

Ahh kale!
RAY LIOTTA’s favorite green, nutrient-dense veggie!

         *      *      *      *      *

People are always talking a big kale game,
but a lot of people are all kale hat and
no kale cattle.

         *      *      *      *      *

But let’s be honest – kale is a problematic vegetable.

No it isn’t!
It’s perfect!!!!!

         *      *      *      *      *

Kool Kale Fact #1: St. Paul’s Third Letter to the Thessalonians didn’t make it into the New Testament because it was written on kale and eaten by Roman legionnaires hungry for the next super-food.

         *      *      *      *      *

And now a question for Miss Nebraska. Miss Nebraska, why buy the farm if you can get the kale for free?

I would buy the farm even if I could get the kale for free because I would apply the methods of modern agriculture to produce a higher yield of kale per acre, and this is why I would buy the farm even if I could get the kale for free. Thank you.

         *      *      *      *      *

It’s not the size of the kale, it’s the motion of the
multiple nutrients and enzymes going into your system after eating kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

No one but the leafy green cruciferous vegetable everyone is talking about.

Kale?

No. Ray Charles.

Really?

No.

So, wait. It is really kale and not Ray Charles?

Damn straight, baby! Kale’s here to make you feel good!

         *      *      *      *      *

In case you haven’t heard about it –
Kale, kale, kale, kale, kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

I’m pretty new to kale.
I’m pretty green, like kale.
I’m also naturally shy –
but kale turns me into a social butterfly
eager to “have a little chat” with everyone I see
about kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

And if I ate kale, who would hear me
eating kale. Even if the angels
held me close to their bosom I’d say,
“Sorry, I don’t do dairy. So I’ll must
respectfully pass on your angel breast milk.
But I will have some more kale.”

         *      *      *      *      *

“Kale?” you ask.

Kale. Yes, I’m talking about the vegetable. It’s so hot right now!
As such, we’re going to talk a little more about it!

         *      *      *      *      *

You can’t talk about kale without talking about cabbage.
And you can’t talk about kale without talking about a compilation of our favorite Kale recipes.

That’s just how things are.
Why try to fight it?

         *      *      *      *      *

Theologians have surmised that if Eve had only eaten kale, we’d all still be in the Garden of Eden – which was, with the exception of the Tree of Forbidden Knowledge, made up entirely of kale – all eating kale. Of course, this assumes that at some point Adam and Eve would have figured out how to “get busy.”

         *      *      *      *      *

This weekend Kale Koncerts presents the “Everyone Loves Kale” Festival, a three day orgy of kale, music, kale, live bands, kale and kale, featuring: The Kale Steady, Cold Kale Kids, My Morning Kale, My Chemical Kale, Cymbols Eat Kale, Say Hi to Your Kale, Mission of Kale, Kale Ubu, Guided By Kale, Nine Inch Kale, K.A.L.E., Insane Kale Posse, Kale! At the Disco, Clap Your Hands Say Kale, Kale Against the Machine, Kalegarden, Sonic Kale, Kale for Lashes, Kaleplay, Kalehead, The Kale, The Kale U.K. and The Kales.

         *      *      *      *      *

I know. I get it. I get it. Everyone wants kale.
Kale. Kale. Kale. Kale. Kale.

Exactly!

         *      *      *      *      *

If you don’t remember what I’m talking about
I’ll share it with you

It’s KALE!

         *      *      *      *      *

Are you kale-curious?
Are you sure?
Not even a little?

         *      *      *      *      *

Just because you see a magnificent,
hot, steamy piece of kale and think
to yourself, “Man, that Kale is one handsome vegetable!”
doesn’t make you any less of a carnivore.

If you see a magnificent,
hot, steamy piece of kale and think
To yourself, “Man, that Kale is one handsome vegetable!
What I wouldn’t give to have that kale up my ass!”
that doesn’t necessarily make you any less of a carnivore either.
You just happen to REALLY like cruciferous vegetables up your ass.

         *      *      *      *      *

What did you do this weekend?…
Oh, that’s nice…
Me?…
Oh, I just spent the weekend
REDISCOVERING KALE IN ALL ITS FORMS!

         *      *      *      *      *

Alex Rodriquez Kale Public Service Announcement – take #15:

“You won’t catch me talking with farmers I trust at markets
about anabolic steroid snacks.

No way.

No, when I’m talking with farmers I trust at markets I’m talking about
Kale…”

Now where’s that juice you promised me?

         *      *      *      *      *

Sick to death of kale?

That’s impossible!

         *      *      *      *      *

I’ve heard everyone who has massaged kale salad raves about it.

         *      *      *      *      *

I daresay
– kale!

         *      *      *      *      *

Kale, I presume?

         *      *      *      *      *

I’m not trying to make everyone crazy, but
Kale! Kale! Kale! Kale! Kale! Kale! Kale!

         *      *      *      *      *

Everyone should have kale.
Kale is not a privilege; it’s a right!

         *      *      *      *      *

And a question for Miss South Carolina. Miss South Carolina, some say that Kale is not a privilege; it’s a right. What do you think?

I believe that Kale is not a privilege, it’s a right because eating healthful foods that provide health to our bodies – you can’t be more right than that and it’s only right that kale be a part of providing health to ourselves. This is why I say that that Kale is not a privilege, it’s a right. Thank you.

         *      *      *      *      *

Kool Kale Fact: #2:
Every 14 days, McDonald’s could have fed EVERYONE in the United States kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Everyone talks about the stink of kale, but I just never smell it
Maybe it’s because I’ve been bathing in a big colorful kale lake
for the last 16 years.

         *      *      *      *      *

I really like kale salad, and I want to keep making and talking about kale salads.
But I also really like kale chips, and I want to keep making and talking about kale chips.
Why must life be so impossibly difficult?!

         *      *      *      *      *

Everyone keeps talking about Kale,
How kale is crispy when lightly fried in a pan.
How kale is cold when keep refrigerated.
How kale is everyone’s favorite vegetable
So, it’s that time again, everyone!

KALE!!!!!

         *      *      *      *      *

That’s no miracle,
that’s kale!

         *      *      *      *      *

Does the prisoner have any final words?

Well, there were a few points about the health benefits of kale I’d like to make…

         *      *      *      *      *

It’s been a bit too long since I’ve talked much about my old friend kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Happy 5-6 stalks of kale everyone!

         *      *      *      *      *

What I talk about when I talk about kale is kale.
What I talk about when I talk about pencils is kale.
When I seem to be gurgling and spurting blood from a pencil sticking out of my jugular, this is a sign that I would desire more kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Can we talk about kale chips for a minute?
An hour?
Days?
Months?

You bet we can!!!!!

         *      *      *      *      *

Do you take this man and promise to talk about kale with him
And eat kale with him all the days of your life until; death
or a shortage of kale do you part?

MMM…hmmm…

What?

Sorry, I was just eating some kale. What was the question again?

         *      *      *      *      *

Here’s the move in a nutshell, CJ. A kale shortage incites widespread panic, but a superhero crashes an asteroid made of kale into the earth – right on top of North Korea. That’s just the first 10 minutes. The rest of the movie is a 3-hour Terrence Malik-like meandering montage-filled meditation on kale. Whatd’ya think? Green light city! Am I right? Am I right?

         *      *      *      *      *

I can never get enough kale.

You too?

         *      *      *      *      *

It is not the critic of kale who counts; not the kale-less man who points out how kale lovers stumble, or where the eater of kale could have eaten kale better. The kale belongs to the man who is actually in the arena with the kale, whose face is marred by kale, and sweat and kale juice; who strives valiantly to eat kale; who enjoys kale, who comes short again and again, because he did not buy enough kale; there is no effort without kale; kale lovers actually strive to do the deeds kale requires; they know great enthusiasm for kale, the great devotion to kale; they at the best know in the end the triumph of kale, and at the worst, if they fail, they at least fail while eating kale, so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know kale nor any really cool kale recipes even kids would love.
– Theodore Roosevelt

         *      *      *      *      *

Question: Why doesn’t everyone achieve the level of success they want?
Answer: They don’t want success – they want kale!

         *      *      *      *      *

I never thought I’d be writing a letter like this. It started with the dinosaur kale. We both reached for the last piece at the same time and our hands touched. Soon we were heading up the stairs, then the next thing you know were we in bed together pulling our clothes off and putting on our “Eat More Kale” t-shirts and talking to our peers via Skype about each others’ love of kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

I love kale, kale, kale, kale, kale and kale,
though not necessarily in that order.

         *      *      *      *      *

I thought this would be a good time to talk about kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

There’s an old saying down in Cuba:
“In Cuba, everyone is Cuban,
but, if you scratch beneath the surface,
everyone is really kale.”

         *      *      *      *      *

You know how to talk about kale don’t you Steve?

Ummm…you just put you lips together, then open you lips and start talking about kale?

You do know! Well I’ll be a monkey’s hairbrush!

         *      *      *      *      *

Ever find there’s a food out there in the world called kale?

Sure did!!!!

         *      *      *      *      *

The Kaleman Cometh is a tautly written drama, so full of vim and vigor and essential nutrients that you can almost forgive its rather formulaic dramatic arc: Boys buys kale. Boys loses kale. Boy goes to Whole Foods and spends another $70 on kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Thanks everyone for all your prayers, but at this point, what we really need most of all is kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking,
“You’re already talking the talk… wanna’ walk the walk?” .
Well, if the walk involves eating kale or talking about kale,
I’m all in.

         *      *      *      *      *

I am most stimulated if foreplay is started with fresh kale.
– Sigmund Freud

         *      *      *      *      *

It’s not you or I who makes the kale sweeter,
It’s the kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

I have a new obsession.
As you might have guessed,
it’s kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Who gives a fuck about The Alamo?
Don’t forget the kale!
– George W. Bush

         *      *      *      *      *

Kale Grit Fritters. Kale grit fritters, here.
Get your kale grit fritters here.
Extra-tastey kale grit fritters.
Kale grit fritters. Kale grit fritters, here…

         *      *      *      *      *

If 2012 could easily have been named “the year of kale,” this year, experts agree, will be even easier to name “the year of kale.”

         *      *      *      *      *

“The 20th Century may have been the American Century, but already it has been firmly established that the 21st Century is the Kale Century.”
– Sarah Palin

         *      *      *      *      *

Maybe I should be talking about kale more.
and also using that time to eat more kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Years ago, I tried to top everybody, but I don’t anymore. I realized it was killing conversation. Now, I just to blend in by talking about kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

We’re hear at the Actor’s Studio with Robert DeNiro talking about method acting and kale…

         *      *      *      *      *

Leave the spinach. Take the Kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

A long talk on the phone with an old friend
can both do you good as long as you’re eating kale
while you talk about kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Have I ever told you
I adore kale?

         *      *      *      *      *

Tweeting about kale is OK, I guess.

But talking about kale through the screen 140 characters at a time
is not nearly the same as talking with someone about kale face-to-face
while stuffing kale into their mouths.

         *      *      *      *      *

Gimme a K!
K!
Gimme an A!
A!
Gimme an L!
L!
Gimme an E!
What’s the spell?
KALE!
I can’t hear you.
KALE!

         *      *      *      *      *

You can have Jesus or Barabous.

Give us kale! Give us kale!

         *      *      *      *      *

I cannot talk about our time in Hawaii without talking about God’s hands when HE put kale on the table

         *      *      *      *      *

If you had told me a few years ago that I’d be liking kale, I’d have been
in a coma. Fortunately, I came out of it with the help of kale and have been eating kale ever since.

         *      *      *      *      *

Gwyneth Paltrow Kale PSA take #7:

“Have you had ‘the talk’ with your kids yet?
Not everyone is comfortable talking about it.
But it’s is our responsibility to talk to our kids about talking about kale…”

         *      *      *      *      *

Last week, I got a bunch of kale in my
bite-sized pieces of Kale
and was SO SO SO SO SO SO happy!

         *      *      *      *      *

Rainy weekend blues?
Why not get a group of friends together
and host an event everyone will be talking about the next day
because everyone will be talking about kale at your event?

         *      *      *      *      *

Theological nutritionists agree that Jesus most likely ate kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Most Christians believe that Jesus rose from the dead and will return to earth to gather kale.
(Leave enough for everyone else Jesus!!)

         *      *      *      *      *

Kale. Kale. Kale.
Such a beautiful trilogy!

         *      *      *      *      *

For all you folks with your WWJD bumper-stickers
I got a news flash for ya’.
The question ain’t “What would Jesus do?”
The question is “What would Jesus do after eating kale?”
That’s WWJDAEK for y’all not so good with the spelling.

         *      *      *      *      *

What would Jesus do after eating kale?
He would eat more kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Originally, the Sirens tempted Odysseus with kale by singing
“Yo-hoo! Sailor boy! We have fresh kale over here!”
by Homer left this out of The Odyssey because the Goddess Hestia
threatened to make all kale taste like chicken to him if he didn’t
do a rewrite.

         *      *      *      *      *

Eating kale and talking about kale is where you connect with your true divinity.
– The Dalaii Lamma

         *      *      *      *      *

A baby is born with kale in her hand.
An orphan says that Dr. Dre has priorities above music at the moment,
namely, kale.
A troubled teenager uses kale to sponge up and trap organic contaminants in nature.
What more proof is needed?

         *      *      *      *      *

What could be more exciting than watching kale grow?
Watching twice the amount of kale you are watching grow
grow.

         *      *      *      *      *

According to a 2012 poll of Physics World readers, the “most beautiful experiment” in physics is simply watching Scarlett Johanson eat kale.

         *      *      *      *      *

Like what you see?
Eat kale!
Venture out into the world with kale!
Gather more kale!
Eat more kale!
Tell everyone how you love kale!

We’ll Always Have Ear Candling

A few years ago, I became obsessed with the idea of
sticking a lit candle in your ear along with the idea of
your candelabra being simultaneously handled
very, very roughly in Hong Kong.

Subsequent to this, you left me, convinced that
my foolish talk might refer to The Book of Revelation –
the part where John talks about
the seven Ear Candles,
the rattle of the Six Bones and
the 13 Ears spread from ear to ear
where each ear symbolizes a candelabra
built to accommodate thirteen candles,
thus, freeing us from our oppression.

It hurt, not like a blowtorch on exhale of a mouthful of kerosene,
but a like blowtorch on an inhale of kerosene into the lungs
of a kerosene-breathing beast whose lungs are sensitive to fire, similar to a human’s.
(In other words – I was hurtin’ sumptin’ awful).

In my darkest moments, my only reprieve was
the warmth of amber light coming from a mummy
playing someone just emerging from plastic surgery,
his hot wig whispering to my ears, “Forgive me, but
I had to see a Hollywood ear, nose, and throat specialist.”

I have forgiven him, but for you –
no forgiveness for you!

All the while, I’ve kept a physical state close to the ground
for new technologies of black candle wax, Ear Wax Coral,
black Classic candle Coral, Mushroom candle Coral and a trio of
Massage Kinesiologists, who occasionally ask me,
“Where did you and I begin?”

      *      *      *      *      *

Where did you and I begin?

In an unusual bronze Pair of Italian churches
spread thinner and smaller across the long scar that ran from
Silicone Dipped Country Flicker Electric Light By Engine Ear Tall Grass
to the leading social face/scalp massage, body wrap, salt glow, and
Swedish Institute bullseye pattern?

You tell me, but only after you
pinch from the center or,
UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED,
S E T U P / T EAR D OWN
HIGHWAY 75 Dot matrix led bulb decadence
in a used tall glass dripping crystals into vases
as Hopi Indians recite the seven principles
of Bridal Bliss.

In your arms full and your sevenbranched
candelabra cold blast, even now I hear
ascended in fattening letters
“The Count was wrong and, besides,
I need syringing every winter …
Well, it grew, didn’t it?”

      *      *      *      *      *

Oh Tulip, coughed into life during an exceedingly bad flu season,
as a healing centre, I have numerous requests for
all visions of the old days’ vanished Elephants,
snow-on-the-mountain Eucalyptus airbrush tanning,
Large Wrought Broomcorn from a huck black Wooden ear
politely listening to formal enquiries regarding guacamole Suppliers.

Where a small shrub displays a spreading branching pattern
that resembles an excited ape attempting again and again
to initiate a new form of crazy specials on older stock smooth finish Facials,
one side of the floor moves and there stands the Sicilian legend
who began the deadly consequences of fashion with
gleams of a halo of light from the 1st century A.D. Satyricon
draped Double over the flames of polenta.
(This scene would normally sit at the waist.
Here, it will be standing.)
(I’m also going to see if I can find any faux lamb foam.)

      *      *      *      *      *

I remember you, your arms full, and your glitter-flames
prolonged, fattening the Hotfrog showcase of
mounted-as-two Practitioner-Training exploded in a glass vase,
setting off a small intimate, leather armchair Variegated ghost
splashed with big clusters of scalloped arrowheads
whispering, “I know a great way to smell like Augustus.”

      *      *      *      *      *

And if I asked, would you – could you –
tap out for me with corncobs on an ice xylophone
all the rhythms the ear has heard
from stiff breasts saying softly:
“Yes, my love, except that the sea was slightly creased
like bee booms shining red on
the very first meeting of a cold Bayonet
laced in Face-up knees, bent feet standing,
hand between the ear and shoulder-fingers,
pointing feet to the ceiling-pelvis,
propped up on elbows’s weight
on shoulders and back of head.”

      *      *      *      *      *

Here under the benches between the windows,
a many-branched stuffed alligator hangs from
an ear-cleaning implement. Outside, the window
flung open, do you reveal yourself –
Victorian Silver Plated Ear Trumpet in one hand
and the five lights with relief decorated candle cups
representing the society’s addiction to consumerism along with
Dragon bones,
Natural Soy Blend,
Crowd-surfing,
the nectar of flowers’ dirty secrets,
Clandestine burnt clean cloven skulls,
and a mellow light from The Rolling Stones
in the other?

I doubt it.

      *      *      *      *      *

Once, your hot sweat
provided the warmth
and fragrance of candles.

But now you are merely just another
delicate wheat-ear silhouette
who stems from below a concrete room
being ritually prepared for a moot, rare body stocking.

In the caress of your face, I once felt
shrubs or small trees
shimmying to their own
tiger-going-back-and-forth-across-the-room rhythms.

Now you stem in a stylized figural form
with two trapped tears like bubbles with arms,
each arm fitted with white marble walls and their whiter shadows
with the soul of the sow’s ear out of which
Nightmares first began as hundreds of individual pinpoints
reflected in a healthy glow of unfamiliar chambers
inside a Fully-sculptured jack o’lantern figure on
Disneyland’s Haunted unwanted ear hair Holiday ride.

What pale rays
behind this chair
once named aloud to you:
“You really have an schematograph?”

      *      *      *      *      *

Oh, all the shindigs snatched so suddenly,
almost as if a grey lamb’s ear
had been inappropriately forwarded
to a large cross-shaped installation of Aunt Linda
rescuing the pool skimmer from the bottom of
a Baptismal Font.

Poor Aunt Linda,
in complete awe of wax
and how the sun leaves the sky!

But it is true what they say –
that it’s never to late to stop wasting time
and reap the benefits of a Wing or arm of a
Luxury Travel Beauty & The Beast Love Gentleman for One,
Class 30 Yeast in pill form (not for medical use
with roses, hydrangea, peonies and lisanthus)
or ripples of Everclear cascading from the top of a brilliant shine from the
full-size Amber Crystal ear/nose trimmer and mustache/sideburn groomer?

Is the “Eternal”
more sparkle-pumpkins
and a little bit more
and even then some?

Somewhere near where Womanista Spring-Bright Fashion resting-heart vinegar
attracts birds to the Excellent ornamental PHONE SPEAKER made of
cool, clean, oily fish and every dish-shaped drip-pan and urn-form
nozzles,
I think of you
while whispering into a donkey
blankly in front of 200 people,
planning a stronger white form called
“smoked in star-apple echoing tears.”

      *      *      *      *      *

I can only wish you all I can –
some magic Rushlight Challah Cover Peace
discontinued and removed from
liquid eternal light canisters
and molded into Dripless glass-father advice
or that of your own beehives’ electric pillar bubble beeswax bloom gel
making Angel chimes sound like Spooky Wally’s Indoor
glycerin from biodiesel byproduct caterpillars.

But this is all I have left to give –
Suzettes carpet, cleaned from wax-filled
Roman Centuries, infused with yellow powder in
Versailles and mixed in selections from
vintage European can collections.

From southern colorado springs fairie
frontispiece Experiments and leans
of gold and mercury while I create ornamental
daughters round the dining room table under a lamp that looks like
a tongue gently licking psychic Ohio.

I am a big believer in the tip of the copper pipe
fitting into wherever it was made to go into and
other such things that resemble Justice –
your own empty bottle and a Premium,
Wireles, Battery-Operated floating Aztec.

Does it hurt you to know I’m at this very moment using
a Print Barberini adrian Villa Vatican Tivolini Bulgarini Alinari Original
dream taking on too much fixed hair?
That my Flag is swelling from fluid retention?
That I fit Firmly in a Plugin for a romantic dinner
complete with a special light made of solid steel,
suitable for seven armed Madame Bovary enthusiasts
claiming remarkable physical and spiritual effects from
4004 B.C. and more Cylinder Works Lavender Paraffin Fire Place Experts
chattering from down to the little Blue Crown Lories
to various ear-piercing scream counter-points
in castle sections UL-tested for “handmade from beeswax”
than you ever dreamed possible could fit in a special light made of solid steel
without any use whatsoever of nanotechnology?

I hope so.

[When I was a little girl]

When I was a little girl,
Auntie Dot made the best
10-Ounce Bubble 4-Pack
Zippy Self-Wedding Balls
Set Inside an Infinite Crust
With Electrical Wide Mouth Decadence
Cobblers and Other Beauties
you’d ever tasted.

There was also a barrel of cheese balls
in which stood an archer.

 

The Fence That Sang Like a Bird

the fence that sang like a bird
easily flew or floated over hair
spreading out behind those caught in
a beating drum.

I am a wood texture spring symphony music membrane
almost endlessly hearing an endless string of
conspicuous high vegetation or runs and hops along the ground.

You’re a big sway now,
a blind book that rends Bowed on the wind
like bird voice or jetting the grass to An easier-to-spot woods.

we’ll jump that Flightless Bird when we get to it
They say although the top of the yappy dog is gone
there is still a chirp chirp chirp

rounded horizontal, summer males,
power line inhabitants incessantly In the house Like A Plane
preferring cavities of rotted small spaces spun of spiraling
alternating spins in an instant out of the order,
a low, bell-like soldier underneath a Jail.

Sing beautiful work!
Sing Very nice!
Sing like the details on the crawling clouds
we’ll be.

Perhaps
most birds
would still sing
at diagrams of the sunrise.

Your free garden of hell-
ed and shelled sunflower seeds
just makes noise.

Check out my beak hands flapping like
a dried out bible after the deluge of distaster.

A rollicking, high-spirited barnyard moves
A mountain
stream like an angel sink
or swim sitting on pins

where a vast audience
trapped the river,
the hand is a fence leaning away,
perched on true villains
cheerily through Seattle
song-storm performance.

this sort of music you’d expect
in a pink barbed wire arm separating
us
sometimes
in succession from
rest.

the sad sparrow’s absurdly long OWL tails
the wattle catchers creeps.
At first glance hops up trunks.

Two rooks perched –
Hear again!
They often line up drunk –
Something like What is going on inside
The hug of a Phantom nightingale
as it dives repeatedly to a physical manifestation of a belief in private ownership.

It’s like those join-the-spikes in the heart coloring books –
you end up with a flock of flews
looking lucky.

it is hard to imagine the darker side of ducks,
my sorrowful several phrase bricks,
each consisting of 1-3 vertical postures –
typically a four leaf clover you can pluck feathers off
if you really wish to learn
the roofin’, the larder,
the tumult of a telling thrush
or Camera cars Next in size to the emu.

in the links of the startlesome only
How can the varied common materials
re-purpose a smuggled gobble, Pumpkin,
while others resemble saucers
and sometimes defend territories
louder than most poultry?

The Necessary Nail of Reality

the Necessary nail of Reality
is an interactive narrative
that uses the real world for a flexible narrative,
some dedication and time commitment –
that sort of thing.

There are dreams you will need to be able to apply,
false nails and nail extensions
whilst Distraction will occur
resistant to color and Altered Realty.

it only takes a couple seconds to have a common problem
so you need to act FAST

You will need to be making these patterns oneself,
but before you start
you need to transmit Rabies
through a wound, scratch or abrasion.

No, that’s a bad idea.

a particleboard does not hold
a nail beyond New York City’s grandeur and famous high-dollar lifestyle
you do not have to invest in a fabulous Principle 4 star up-desk,
fashion a part of the body that could be sold,
launch Celebrity Roman Spring Love and the
Accompanying Bitchie Novel-to-film adaptations most plainly
Terbinafine (Reality versus perception concerning liver function)
and Itraconazole (Lack of vitamins or drop in vitamin-levels
when you are what you are thinking you can start to see)

We are each the masters of our own patterns.
Within each of us is all the nailing Jell-O to a tree You Need!

I made a seriously HandMade Frog Film seriously pleasurable.

Brittle oil isn’t a frail finger.
Excessive massage breath is not the proper response to the complexity of the first stage of Making Boise the Most Livable City in the Country

(Disclaimer: in mastering the Boise’s Vision, This Augmented Reality may be seamless with Rich NYC Chic Roughness beyond QR Code construction)

we need a paradigm human
searching for some type
of Big Rich Atlanta,
a product of evolution
evolved from claws,
Nine Inch Nails going on hiatus
into your walls and/or drywall
segmenting unusually sore muscles
reading, writing, drawing, talking

we need more strong salt special focus group solutions,
holes used to hang Normal dishwashers by hand,
ordinary play-a-queen-on-TV shoes or poor trimming in public

What we need is a perfect drug,
a medicine adding a thumb
which a jockey can bless,
a [modern] empirical account of a single unfolding 3D soda can,
A map from Forgetful day-to-day activities,
basically any sort of art on stickers Tingling in the stomach,
full-service strong – but false – personal beliefs
and the accessories necessary to complete the Delusions
Our God can make your hair catwalk reality Sleaze hair
in layers as an enjoyable part of 10 separate amputations.

The fact is the dart and Your Paint-Splattered zippers sleeve.
(This means Remembering what Ted Kennedy Kne wAbout Lyme Disease)

is it wretched to manufacture a specific thinking activity,
a bestselling obituary,
completely stressed out electrical tools in perfecting the variation of weak teeth weapons?

Unlike adults, children do not always have the necessary appropriate ritual
to extend the life of nail polish
to carry out a manicure
or prove apparent ‘impossibilities’ are – in reality –
in the other window.

This Is the two-point eyes-friendly eye emulator
we have not put our fingers in
as they need to be
and that could be accepted
as a necessary evil.