another installment

in search of the generic poem

marshmallows on fire lit up the night sky, it was noon
are the artichokes attacking again
this is the season to season your undergarments

the promise of a promise is promising
i only did it twenty-two times yesterday
he left the fish where they lay

the bull was full when he left
absolutely not i refuse
the flesh of the flute was in his eyes as he played a sonata by a slob


the jerk was masturbating when i turned the radio off

i got up, woke up and then i got ready for work. i was waiting at the bus stop  when i remembered that i did not have a job and the city had been converted into homes for senile deliquents who had run out of money for hallucinogens.
i returned home to read the newspaper. when i found out my thumbs already ruled two thirds of the city i drank all of the beer on the planet. then before lunch time i rode my bicycle to pluto and extinguished the sun by urinating on it. i have had a slight cold since then.
6/18/91


lady with a bun

she was a librarian in a library with no books, so she had plenty of time to pursue her favourite hobby which was hopping until her buns fell off and had to be reattached using a hat pin. then they would be somewhat securely attached, and the adventure would begin again, unless she was detained by the herds of wild elephants that sometimes stampeded quietly through the library.

stream

the words flowed onto the paper where they had flowed from the pen where they had flowed through the arm.
a gentle stream flowed into a pond and a gentle stream flowed from the pond.
one thing feeding another in a harmonious balance.


a tale of future past

emotions splashed on a page
there was a parting and then later a reunion
things were the same, but weren't they different
a country was crossed twice
was the thing sought found
my pen cried
7/16/91