a kind of nativity scene... but with now and then as if in a braid

where did the idols go?

if you could remember...

                   we as sovereign letters of light

breathed

             inn, O yeah, there was no room

and yet the words survived...

the words,

passively pyramid      ing

pirated

philanthropy

and the snake was Her before you were

coiled legible

                 for the ones with green thumbs

and yet we stutter over what is believable

slanting

at least the traffic is slanted

drivers driving to their dens 

awaiting inert coiling 

coiled uncomfortable

naturalizing identity...

like a wolf acting like he cares wether

or not a tie is double breasted

even though it makes me look like i give a damn

i do....

                    but not like this...

because when you wake up with make-up on you feel it

and its on your pillow

until wash day. 

when everything feels clean.  

Fucking with Sunday

if the pineapple viscosity soured
in a Sun lights gathering

gathering more than aptitude towards
the lines we find ourselves dividing

gathering weight
because we all have to make a buck

dividing itself
as the tide rises in spite of sand...
and the shelter remains

because we have divided it so.


and i'll always love fucking with Sunday
waking up with coffee and a cigarette

then coffee and cigarettes

because i have divided
it so

and the influence of the news fluctuates
Then the words of this

peace procrastinate

piecing together a greater radiation
to mend what is in the plan to mend

this might make sense if we could peace together
instead of piecing together

a mona lisa's smile

a north faced frank

a commercial whispered behind colors
flashing believable

the tree of alphabets

you where there at the first kiss
you

who does not dare to write in color
true beginnings

or truth as it were-or can be
without a holdings holding

you who can build beginnings that can send
the elephants trembling back to their

stars and prayers
their pillars

and branches of dowser
dosing remainders

to outdated to remain

sending them back to their snakes of misread meanings
misreading minds in sacrifice

to gain a plastic polar bear

you where there when the limb of coordinate
carrels sang from the tree of alphabets

singing words that can be translated into booyah

because the time has ripened
and by ripened i mean ready to stead

it is not Them

but Us
who will take It from them

Two for Tuesday

in the beginning was the word
and the word was

good
in the beginning

words like predestinate
percolated between centric
circumstance

and the ability to read between the lines
and when you needed warmth

you chopped a tree
down

from the center
and they tell us any point can be one

universal centricity simplified
into bite size

edibles for those of us that...

                                               well you know

because we are all so hungry
for more

watch the anima evade pruning


consummation is useful
depending on the paycheck

And So its Two for Tuesday

so lets text
appropriately 

screen side up

the linemen climbs a ladder
mending power line cables

soldering saviors attache
voltage to attics

and attics to edicts
attaching

precept to preposition
screen side up

the line man climbs a letter
mending powdered lines

sniffing sisters attache
voltage to attics

and attics to edicts
attaching

precept to preposition
screen side up

this is for the party members of freedom

splitting alphabets
splitting fowl movements
                    
                                      spitting Anchorage

and the tennis courts will split
weeded in semantics

and vodka

and the alcohol will not last...

                                                when their are no free hands to make it.

after watching the news for 5 seconds

a ratio of self worth peeks
a caterpillars catch incased in assumption
a fork can be eaten in threes

a senators selection of words
a selection of words selected for him
a second to decide

a preparation in jest
a preparation is just
a preparation in juxtaposition

a pre-saunter
a pre-selection of selective savories
a post speculative salamander afraid of change

a bon fire blazing altruism
a bridge
abridged

a polite postman pedaling backwards ashamed of the news

and we can do better than this. we did once. but i won't go into it
it would just make thins poem weird