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

Syria/Liberia/Belfast/Alabama

I think we are confused about how much we should be involved, i mean if we fight for Syria shouldn't we fight for Liberia, or Belfast, or a misruling in Alabama, where does the line stop, we all have 500 friends on facebook and care so much about everything that when we try to extend that to outside of us it seems strained and it's only to appease our convenience, why does it make me sick that i can listen to whatever i want, drink 6 different flavors of tea, wear what i want. i think i am confused.

I was i was sherlock

A sun shining slanted on the face of a man who is wearing blue button down, brown vest, khaki pants. Most likely on break from work. Hair shaved down to the scalp even though he is young so he must be a professional worker who has no time for grooming long hair. Eating subway so he tries to be healthy. He observes only a few degrees to his left and right, does not explore the ends of his periphery because he is satisfied with his sphere and does not suffer for much. Chews with his mouth closed so he was raised with manners. Does not check the women coming in through the door so he must be taken if not married. No kids, but if any only 1 - he does not have the stressful look of a big family father.

bucks guiness routine tv

paying a few bucks to be around people,

place too cold perhaps, warm, depending.

black tea and the paperbag ripped

british television oozing into the hard drive.

hot water and the waiter had mayhaps

been disapointed when all i wanted was this

earl gray instead of a usual guiness.

everything dampens. same routine

with minor nuances. all life is just joys

of a people and if you're sick well then

its kind of selfish to ask for company.

contaminate them n all.

sherlock walks away a dragon voice

leading into intro.

in my head : epic poems of lazy men,

wrist cracking too much, books i should read.

on the tv : nicolas cage and his bad movies,

old Ned Stark as a blondie,

conversing with him in a city.

Hanging out with Josiah after Chairing Kathy's Room

Dearest Bethany,

Josiah and I are reading your horoscope for the day. It says you talk too fast & you're rough around the edges when trying to seduce someone (I wonder who it is you're seducing?) & you're going to have to relax. Josiah laughs. Both both put a hand to our chests and say, "oh my!" Now, onto your mom's horoscope for the day. Maybe hers will be similar to mine: beware of your spontaneous nature because it often gets you into trouble, saying things you don't mean. Consuming things you don't want to consume. Shamrock shakes haven't gone away just yet.

Yours,

Libra

P.S. I STILL have to put up LaForce's collaborative poem!

yeah we hang out sometimes

lil wayne has marshmallows in his mouth.

i tell him to chew slower or else he might choke

like when my brother did when he was small.

his locks catch the light and the frayed hairs

look like tiny abstract figures dancing.

we have coffee together well he got a hot

chai. outside a woman in leggings hops a curb,

a man in a button up fixes his glasses.

I am reading a book about Sudan and poetry

about thomas meyer's dying lover.

he is doing a crossword puzzle, eyes wrinkled,

his large nike boots with the fur adjusting

to let a couple in matching clothes pass by.

Moonhash

2-15-10

corn hash makes whiskey?

you need not to listen to me

to know that milk turns to curds

or cream a Wisconsin dream

sickle yielding a most happy grin

sweet is the purest taste a woman's and a child's face

juxtaposition of a marshmallow tummy

& his domino fingers granite thighs petrified wood

sometimes forget to swipe a "hello, I notice you &

love your presence" a long blade of my leg

a radio host telling us to pray

and then we do

moonrise pairings, moonscape yawnings

bumping into each other to gift laughs

and moonshine comes from what hash? it feels

after Bobby Womack's "Across 110th St"

what do you see across the street

you and your family survived by any means

trying to break out

of the road paint, across

23rd st., across Wisconsin, across

the faces of my friends, who come and grimace

at danger, the darker they think

the riskier, and we still speak different languages,

i'm a human variant,

I GOT ONE MORE THING ID LIKE

TO TALK TO YAW ABOUT RIGHT NOW

there's better ways out.

guilt isn't one of them.

nor is blame.

to be strong you have to survive to survive you need to know need

closely like a younger brother you are protecting.

across 110th street i'm watching Womack drink a coffee and i'm drinking a coffee

and time is pressing paper down somewhere else but not in my brain.

after this we will throw a house party.

across these streets and down that beautiful broad park

where i'm told not to go people are tested every day.

somebody shed my skin naked and now everything is a paler or darker

brown and i mean mug yaw who tell me i should think differently.

EVERY CITY YOU FIND THE SAME THING GOING DOWN