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the whole world is curled in a nuance

The Whole World Is Curled in a Nuance

Stating the
obvious is
not the
same as
laying your
cards on
the table.


Insulting the
King of
Siam will
not guarantee
you safe
passage to India.


Sinking enemy
ships is
not a
pastime it’s
a patriotic
duty.


They give
medals for
it &
pay bonuses.


I hope
you’re writing
this down.
I’m only
going to
say it
once &
then I’m
out of here.


Walk tall,
don’t
go on
living in
obscurity —
it’s bad
for the
liver &
generates hives.


Get a grip.


Speak your
mind before
the night
goes up
in flames.


Can’t you
smell the
burning tar
of urgency?


The whole
world is
curled in a
nuance,
waiting to
spring into
action.

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hack proof I.

Hack Proof

So far
no one’s
been able
to hack
into my
yellow pads.

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what death will be

What Death Will Be

These naps
that I
have no
choice in
take me
so far
out of
my conscious
mind that
I have
no idea
where &
sometimes who
I am
when I
wake up.


That’s what
death will
be,
minus the
waking up
part.

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the interviewer asks questions trying to poke holes in my modus operandi

The Interviewer Asks Questions Trying to Poke Holes in My Modus Operandi

When did you learn to spell onomatopoeia, before or after you learned what it means?

Do you keep an index file?

What’s in it?

Who’s in it?

How many late-night phone calls have you made to Lyn Lifshin?

Are you a dues-paying member of PEN?

Do you own a computer?

Why the index cards then?

Are you afraid of being found out?

Do you send hate mail to Mark Zuckerberg?

Have you ever written a sonnet?

A quatrain?

A ballad?

An anagram?

A Horatian ode?

A dirge, elegy, lament?

What will you do if you’re found out?

Are you a danger to society?

Do you think you measure up to Billy Collins?

Why do you insist on calling Bukowski Charles?

Are you in it for the money?

Can you recite things from memory?

Do you believe in God?

Are you a threat to society?

Did Lyn Lifshin hang up on you?

Is there a difference between a threat and a danger?

Did you drink with Bukowski?

Chase women?

Vomit?

Are you working on a new book?

What the hell is a rock lizard?

Do you dream?

Do you have illegitimate children?

Do they influence your writing?

Do you wake up screaming?

Go to sleep screaming?

What was it like in the Tiger Cage?

Did you plagiarize William Blake?

What was it like in the seminary?

Did you plagiarize God?

What was it like in the gutter?

Working Bourbon Street?

Sleeping with Lyn Lifshin?

Plagiarizing Dylan Thomas?

Getting investigated by the FBI?

Homeland Security?

Hamas?

The local sheriff?

Why do you marry women who can’t speak English?

Women who can?

Who are multi-lingual?

Deaf mutes?

Do you pay child support for your illegitimate children?

Do they write poetry?

Speak English?

Know your whereabouts?

Do they go to sleep screaming?

Do you have writer’s block?

Writer’s cramp?

Have you ever been bit by a snake?

Was it in the Tiger Cage?

Is global warming a hoax?

Why are your hands sweating?

What’s that in your pocket?

Was your mother Creole?

Are you an illegitimate child?

Poet? (Sorry, loaded question.)

Is Lyn Lifshin the mother of one of your illegitimate children?

Of all of them?

Did she write your poems for you?

Did you write hers?

Did either of you write poetry before your illegitimate child/children?

Did your illegitimate child/children write your poems for you?

Do you keep him/her/them locked in the basement?
In a shed in the woods?

Has this been a bonding experience for you and Lyn?

Not to get personal, but where were you born?

Was a midwife present?

Was she a voodoo witch?

An illegal immigrant?

Do you have black blood?

Chinese?

Mexican?

Are you an illegal immigrant?

Are you willing to do a joint interview with Lyn and as many of your illegitimate children as we can round up?

What are your plans for the future?

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we dance thru the mysteries

We Dance Thru the Mysteries

What we
figure out
we make up
& that’s
where all
the trouble
starts but
realizing that
is figuring
it out
& then
what where
do we
go from
there how
do we
put the
brakes on
put a
stop to
it all
arrive someplace
where there’s
nothing to
figure out
if there
actually is
such a
place &
if not
what’s the
sense of
it all?


How to
stop the
brain how
to get
in accord
with –
with what?
The unspeakable,
that’s what.


The truly
sentient being
knows he
knows nothing
knows he’s
spinning his
wheels knows
he’s running
scared knows
reality is
an invention
of fear
knows
nothing is
what we
think
it is,
we fear-
driven sentient
beings.


The truly
sentient being
knows
there is
no moment
to live
in knows
there is
no space
for time to
play out
in knows
delusion
is the
only place
where peace
is found.


But of
course that’s
all a
bunch of
fancy footwork
& maybe
that’s where
the answer
lies in
the footwork
in the
dance in
the music – yes!


Music is
the tender
mother of
surrender.


We dance
thru the
mysteries &
the veils
fall away.

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declarations of love

Declarations of Love

Trees chopped
into stumps.


Wise guys on
TED Talks.


The slow
burn of
hopelessness.


Stories to
make your
skin crawl.


Rodgers &
Hammerstein,
the melody
& the muse.


Compression
reduction the
shred machine.


The Jolly
Green Giant,
the unanswered
phone.


The pre-
arranged nuptial
the Tijuana
wedding the
Las Vegas
divorce.


Keep trying
keep deviating
keep winding
the clock.


Smile like
a raisin
in the
sun when
they look
your way.


Do a
curtesy take
a bow
hope they
move along
to the
next guy.


Run, little
rabbit, thru
the uneatable
grass, here
comes a
harbinger
with a
frying pan.


Pray they
don’t season
you with
shadows or
remember
your face.


Let me
entertain you
call out
the organ
grinder with
his monkey
speak in
tongues raise
the dead
the question
the stakes.


Burn the
witches!


Point the
finger!


Drop your
high hopes
in the
petaled garden
of love.


Things only
matter when
you’re full
of fear.


I need
so very
little &
they won’t
let me
have it.

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