County Time

So what

are we going to do anyway?

Pounds and pounds upon pounds

of unloved boy child, of poor choices made. His mama

don’t answer the phone.

Like that girl with the hair? She talked to him all day

Tues, and Weds too.

Painted her eyelids green, a hard little chick she

smiled at him.

Lays on the plastic bed

quietly, the sweat seeping, then the shits,

his pants without a belt, homey G; for…

a field song for the eternally disillusioned

            is harmonizing with hanging branch crackle

          centering navel toward the ham-faced moon

             approximating the gesture of once beautiful

                        inflicting the ideal of perpetual sundown

            …

in defiance of dead ringer

                            plunging ever deeper into atonement

                        instead of gutless self-destructive activities

            & seemingly quizzical communion burnout

               which could be faulty wiring

                      …

in the place of a psilocybin ransom note

is a carton of merit 100s & unable to pronounce 

a vial of gibberish is crushed out cold

despite the fact it has held its power

like damaged sword over my head for many years     

now i'm picking bloody remains out with my…

perched on insinuation

violation of laws of physics from distorted viewpoint

                have convinced me

               to rescind my support of zero power

            unreasonable insistence is holding

         out for a better deal

christening the illusory…

Western society is sick for a sense of affirmation of any kind in 2012. Conditions of life, in America in particular, constitute a formidable denial— of rights, of substance, and (most importantly) of a sense of duration. Many of us cannot imagine our lives extending into an indefinite future— too much around us has come unhinged. What the Internet affirms is, to be simple, that a dynamic, available world still exists. In America, the Internet prospers at odd…

a different approach to confronting the world

immaterial stories are floating around the almost there

        a transparent message that was supposed to be

                  for small elite circle

               may as well have printed a target

                                on their…

In the voice of another poet and post it in the Poetry group and leave me a note that you did so I can go check it out. It may get published if I like it.

scene one

would you help me saw off the limb i'm out on? it's impossible to take

everything into consideration. may as well sew our lips together.

pump ice cream into our ruptured skull. clinging memory means

fingers must be lopped off. wreckage of a mind that was never a

human mind except in the broadest sense of the word. smudging

words off the market price. avocado eyes with inexhaustible quirks

brushes my imagination out…

navigational blackout coming to an incubator near you

               a view of columbiana county tells me blockbuster

            is salivating at the prospect of cheap on location

      starting to resemble hiroshima or dresden

                                 the ohio river at six a.m.

                 or inside a blue chevy…