Month: February 2014

hard neighbor

he made an offer

on a burning house,

its timber

giving it up to

the wind at 500,

giving it up

like

an animal choked out in a cypher.

paid cash in hand,
grabbed the keys,
which themselves
were softening
in the baked air.

he waded in,
slapping at what was
as it floated past,
feathers on a bed of flame.

when the fire brigade arrived,

he turned the rock salt on them,

screaming

THIS IS HOW IT’LL BE YOU WALKING TURNIPS!

his watch said 7 pm.

there was still
plenty of time.

the stinky magic hand

there’s a stinky magic hand
running along
every action this month,
and they might as well
admit it.

Ladies and gentleman, the Long Island Railroad is exhibiting stunning incompetence due to the interlopery of the Stinky Magic Hand. You fuckers are on your own. (sound of gun-blast and dull thud followed by feedback.)

ERROR 572.6: YOUR PC IS INFECTED WITH THE GRIM PROWESS OF THE STINKY MAGIC HAND. IT WILL NOW SHUT DOWN AND OBLITERATE ALL YOUR WORK, SAVED OR NOT. PLEASE DO NOT REPORT THIS ISSUE FOR ANY REASON. HAVE A NICE DAY.

the sky-scraper-length lunch line will be populated
by the most discriminating gourmet beasts,
with pallets that could detect a
tired shaving of guano.

I smile

because truly

it’s out of my hands.

projectile

i try to outrun
the day’s indignities
on the train
but these things
have a way of
getting their claws in you.

the woman sitting perpendicular to me
in the L-configured seats
begins emitting
a thick gurgle:

AAAAAAAAARGLE!!!!

she roars and begins
violently vomiting.

what reflexes the day has left me with
allow me to
deftly dodge
and draw steely stares
in the doing.

their looks are hard,
as if I’m somehow being insensitive,
as if I should have perhaps
stoically
stayed
and
withstood
the
stream.

Not tonight, folks.

I head down to
the middle of the car
where the guy
stinks but is not
exploding.

second-story man

just another bag of heart meat
and teeth clenched
with daily infectious.

I’m waitin’ on a green light
a sliver of light
any light.

the lady at the counter asks
if I want apple pie;
I answer with a
name I’ve forgotten,
something picked from
the junkyard.

what’s next
won’t matter soon.

the teeth are closing on the day
and it’s a scramble
to wedge them open,
to purchase on the cheap
some gently-used minute
or a breath
or a
roadmap home that doesn’t lie.

all you need is patience and a mean streak

this thing that waits
knows only

the speed of gray
and drapes itself in it
while waiting
with the patience of something damned.

Something sweet in the waiting:
the land recoils,
sorts and sifts through
its interest.

this thing that waits
paints a circle of question marks on the ground,
emits metallic noises
of cutting or curing,
and you know on hearing it,
you fear both.

this thing that waits
only deals in cash,
the cash of you and me,
and who knows?
maybe two or a few
from the ancestral homes.

seen uncle bob lately?

he’s nuts and fat
and he can’t trace the
poison’s trajectory
through him.

this thing that waits
is a detailed bookkeeper
and he

upgrades
updates
uploads
upbraids

with the spirituality of a master.

try it on fer size jack.

it’s yours now.

it’s all rigged

the fixers rise from gutters
like beetles in a Cat. 5
scrambling, scrambling the death chairs as they go.
How much courage and muscle just to shrug and say I don’t know.

like beetles in a Cat. 5
with purpose but something cracked and invisible with time
How much courage and muscle just to shrug and say I don’t know.
Don’t wait, it’s only tetanus.

With purpose but something cracked and invisible with time
scrambling, scrambling the death chairs as they go.
Don’t wait, it’s only tetanus.
the fixers rise from gutters.

 

 

 

hey man…

how ya doin?

ya feelin' good?
 ya feelin' alright?

Heh?

...'cause ya know

I could
 MAKE things
 be alright.

Heh?

Whatsamatta?

You don't like dat?

No man,
fuck YOU,
maybe YOU
should
 shut the
fuck up.

I'll
 MAKE you
 be happy.

Heh?

Don't worry.
 Forget about it.

I don't
 want you
 to be
 afraid anymore.

I'm gonna
 MAKE things
 be okay.