cutting ties

there’s a woman going around
cutting ties
imagine all those business men
small triangles

she enjoys mincing
old words
recycled like sand
blown in the cracks of his hand

he tries to wiggle
free from his tie
cracking his neck
chicken snap

she whispers
original never mattered
x-ray your own heart
and face the radiation

versus crumpled up like
napkins in our laps
if you don't stop
smoothing out the cracks

then you'll deal with your donuts
oroboros treat
feed the small doggy
who kneels at your feet

i can't write a poem
says the man with no tongue
i don't have credentials
i'm missing my lung

loose beaks in the office
quick quacks
here comes those scissors
click click clack

penny man

bygone man
i don’t have any cash, sorry
just billions of pennies
stacked into one slice
someone else will …
I'm not completely sure

bye, gone man
i need ten quarters to
wash my stains
i’ll need to make some change
change, change, change
we wish things could change

by god man!
did man-kind really evolve
to hit this plateau?
people and
pennies everywhere
lying so low

big one man
i’m scared you never did have love
for the rusted pennies in the mud
building us on a false dream
concrete fountains:
in god we rust

she goes in the rose

estrangment from mud
is bad for your health
the doctors don't know a thing
drink the creek water
oh, the germs it will bring!

she wears a pigeon for a hat
and houses three rats
in my dream she offers her cup to me
i'm wary
but i sip into the mystery

true, i was embarrased
of the giant cow coat
her large poodle, Bubba
southern expressions like,
Yella!
she wrote in all caps but

her cheeks seemed to hold things
that this here world lacked
heart string tendons
held our family in-tact
inside ivory knuckles
was a piano to play

some days we wonder
where it is that she went
back into the mud, of course
or the vein of a leaf
the sun spot for your dog
the wind in the trees

not directionless

had to take some time
for you and me
to grow
which way, you say?

surely up
do our taxes by May
smell the 401K
coffee and curdles

definetely down
you can't make that film
till the heart is buried in sand
and sprinkled on your lenses

forward, yes!
you have to kneed it
that hot loaf you've been perfecting,
un-selfconsious and ready to rise

but also backward
our backs hold old pains
we lie every night
remember your spine

i'd also say around
to see something bigger
than that big picture
we thought that we knew

now together again,
a bit more grown
two ferns
swaying side by side

fear the air

kids keep popping bubbles
daily plastic dreams
atomized, atomotized
popcorn kearnels scream

alone and yet
spread thin, rolled onto one sheet
we weren't made to compete
i'm not made to compete

oh to finally say
exactly what you mean
claw toothed crones,
drones, MRI machines

plastic mimesis
branded stasis
whole peoples
experiencing crisis

the violence is "over there"
no, not my plastic dream
come out of the shower
his greif is scrubbed clean

pop off in your rocket
but there's slugs in my lake!
if you kids keep popping bubbles
the foundation will shake