The Blitz

Hundred ton planes swarming & humming like Bees
I'm ready for you, But I can't keep my rifle
        steady with trembling legs and lips.
But don't let my fear scare you, I can fix your
        laughter with my last magazine, and I'm
                  not talking about Cosmo.
And the illusions caused by concussive thumps
        aren't enough to dilute your double
                  Barreled intent.
So when I close the circuit to expand
        my ego and chest cavity I will guide
                  you to hell.
Not with an Atlas but with
        High powered explosives
You may say we are enemies through
        war and circumstance But
                  death makes us brothers.
Only when we wake in our Fathers
        house will we see how
                  malleable we really are.

-Kevin Vaughn Garfoot

GUYS! GUYS! YOU KNOW THAT GUY WHO OWNS THE SCARFACE GUN?!?!

I have a friend whose favorite movie is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
and in that movie (that happens to be her favorite) the main girl wears these panties
from Gap with pink stripes.  And these panties are from their Valentine's day-ish collection
and this girl has had them for a very long time
and will never rid of them barring pooping in them.

Fin

Nocturne now, the grand scheme of Greek
crouched behind Suez Canal and all beneath
Float with me, despite the British teen beat
That’s why it is: we drown in profane mead.

We are on the alley-oop of desperate straits,
Wide-open, splayed across the loom, (and Facist-free?)
Collective: WE, HUMMING an impacting turn of phrase
contempt in summerfacing trenches, winged seeds.

Grandfatherless prisoners in a moveable fortress:
derelict militarily in the southernmost way
civil war imports and dishonorable distress
Our babies: to be blue buttoned shirts on display

island hopping, then it was the Battle of Crete
fingers over the many years after the pamphlets
of chidesome Martin Luther’s “whoa”ing bleats
Now, the Spirit installed to speak in past tense.
These vibrations: a parboiled, caustic Europe
enveloped in CORNERS of the EARTH resistance
soldered Beethoven “who’s who” telescopes
intervening with curly-haired Queen patent stamps

Oomlatz! Paraguay? Kant and Spreading
O’er 2 weeks.  Our personas (home), war: Coitus interrupter,
repleting, Germans with no words for feeding
and concrete, too many Mouths singing for their supper!

Our fins, our entombed porpoises on leave, bottled,
hardboiled, fur on forlay to reset in the sector of PATIENCE
our darlings, my darlings, your darlings, N. Africa hot held!
It is Rinse & Repeat with these ranch hands, paid by the pence!

Like Prime Ministers installing suicidal Prime Ministers
bogged down by a simpler Winston mink maid model
jostling phrases to jot down for ghostly swing hipsters
They say, “SWING HEIL!” They say, “cool your jets, Otto.”

Remember when we bathed in Baths?  We ate in La Piazza
Le Métro: ate apples off the backs of oxen when Picasso
DID NOT paint his last breast in Spain.  Women who cussed!
Women who named kids after us when our suds were so narrow?

after E. Lynn Harris

how can you?! did you know!??

and you wonder why as a gay man a straight woman follows you and cock

blocks every fine ass specimen who comes through those free

office parties. open bar and all that shit! they don't hold back!

stress pays as does typing. how did you can?! how could you know?!

im open bout this and i dont care what you think.

at church i know women who care about jesus and woman who care

about ass. all come to the cross, that ground is flat,

that shit is level as it can be.

its intermission at Dreamgirls. the mystery woman

calls again, and i wonder what he is really hiding.

hold up a quick minute there.

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madrigals go here, you go this way!  don't suppose you can't mathematize conceptualize LOGIC cool boy hole up with your PINK starbursts now, anyway!  I don't want you to know me.  Egoists please me, never have time to do anything but IDEALIZE me.  Wish you weren't wise and alive and able to analyze me.  I am NOT that.  You are this.  (He isn't a beat poet, he is a BARD.)  (He isn't my poet, he isn't my poet.  He isn't my poet.  And I am not a poet.  I am going to say I am not a poet.  IDONTPOETABOUT.)

And I am NOT that.

Roundtrip: Seattle to Tokyo, Tokyo to Seattle

percolate
           jamoke,       uncle's smoke
(10 yrs. gone)          
                       
                             jaundiced
rice paper wall paper        9 foot ceilings
           sumo wrestlers                corrugate crowds
(the tele)                

                            & cheering swoll
         from the fish market
                       7th & River St.

6 cups complete.

Transports

Gravel roads   
Sound like eating
When traveled

Pavement the ocean
Driving in the rain

It sounds like drowning
When you chew

Sometimes I’d rather lie
In the middle of a road
Than spend one more night
Lying with you

-Nathan LaForce