Dogs Runnin Loose in the Bisque

Everyone hates her lover
yet she compels her like no other
Moon and Ocean and Ur are forever
entwined like snakes or reins of leather
and they decide on the weather



Origin centered at zero
the mind of the eight-limbed curse
riding inside like the back of a hearse
collected a huge pile of heroes
still can't tell which is worse


twitching in daytime
her tail indicates the moon
bravehearted kitten
yet another feral one
her nightmare is exposure



his cryptography was practical
his algorithms were tactical
He muttered madly to everyone
"Zero plus or minus one
why that's just wetware hacking, son!"
the first street fighting game theorist
never met his match
he was out of season then
(probability, natch)



Woe betides an unwise bride
an alcoholic's suicide
in a bottle whines get amplified
makes ya weak like a glyburide
burns the throat and damns the hide
but never go back inside
if no longer in a mood to die
that won't stop the coming tide
don't care if it's dignified
won't slack off just because they lied
when they said it would be an easy ride

Mangy Chupacabra Border Dogs

portal opens dark and filthy
black curtains covered in daylight's lint
everything inside is grim and empty
like a passed-out barfly's stool
the DJ playing mitvah standards
no bodies on the floor
wait to lose yourself in music
just a couple hours more...



Tiny critter, newborn waif
lookin happy, warm and safe
we reckon Samantha's born to grace
the world with her amazing face!
what she does is up to her
she could be a great writer
or astronaut or populist
a dictator with an iron fist!
The future's unknown, but home is bliss.


seek and ye shall find a bat named love
call it and it comes eagerly, descending from above
like a shroud with muffled claws it wraps you in its wings
makes of you a jigsaw puzzle piece which fits perfectly
seek and ye shall find a fulsome soul



the daughters of Nyx dance in shadows
in cluttered cupboards and in the primrose
and in every nook and cranny
they wait for mother to butcher the light
so they can creep into your dreams at night
Morpheus sighs as they pass through
he knows the awful things they do



Ionic pentameter on your kitchen sink
keeps your water safe to think
the wrong word in the right place could be the brink
of something placid, like a rabid mink
upside down and overnight
lateral solutions cause no fright
confusion never over here
only the most beautiful deer

Unleashed Dogs in a Park Just After a Big Meal

pornography and masturbation
utter garbage filthy smut
whores, gigolos, catamites
and your average everyday slut
labor value is a consumer choice
and a provider's decision
Sex work is work. Wut?



Poison cat dirigible floating through the smoke
on war raging underneath, we unleash gas and fire
burning flesh and war machines lose oxygen and choke
the catastrophe disintegrates into mud and bloody mire
snapshot-paralytic statues petrified like oak



They dive deeper and deeper inside of us like porcupine quills burrowing nanometer by agonizing nanometer towards our heart
This is what drives art, being torn apart
Or perhaps it's just how we start



selfish to want to sleep, to rest
it's narcissism to be the best
what it all means is anyone's guess
this ugly mirror looks so depressed

Lazy Dogs by the Mill

inside universe
everything is intimate
matter is the meat


coyote yipes at barking dunes
whips silent as gusts and grit sweep the world clean
scrubbing until nothing is left but brick and bone
no single drop of water on no sun-baked stone
basta basta pacíficas otros otros magníficas
a través de tiempos de paz o tiempos de guerros
dos zumbidoses de alta y abajo constante corriendo
somos ningunos de altiplanos y montañas


Oh never mind it's just another silent tragedy
not so's anyone would notice — nice and discreet!
a well-behaved infant getting smothered in her sleep
a boatload of hopeful refugees drowning in the deep
men pray for easy lives — we strive until we die


never wanted no tendency to let it be
or mellowing out to sea
stress is the ocean we all swim in
so we just grew some fins
burying your emotions gets a bad rap
we've forgotten more than we've trapped
grief is a process, so we've been told
but we'll keep our pain under our cap


on a mountain slope behind some scrag there it was
below open-mouthed grin between jagged stone teeth
the cavity black and narrow
barely wide enough for her child to be dropped in
their cries faded as she imagined they plummeted forever
the wind's cold whistle her home


feel it coming like an ocean
a cosmonaut's splashdown pierces tension
ripples pulsing outward all around body
blossoming in exploding congealments of cuttlets
spattering and diluting as they begin

Harvesting Dogs

whirling spinning like a maple seed
tearing up the earth and setting it free
a sandstorm's what we're becoming
loosed a dust devil when she let go the leash
we ain't ever green, we leaves


dying light and yellow earth
red rocks stacked flat like cairns
monolithic in sunset's crimson rush
starkly shadows relief on scarlet flush
follows the arroyo's sandy bottom to nowhere



his hair dances like swallows in the wind
from out of nowhere this emotion begins
a strange and luminous enormity of mass
heavy upon our limbics like interstitial inflammation
the smell of garlic and sweat


power and strength
that primeval force of herds
and caballeros



guide, poet, philosopher and friend
you pyramid in the sky you divide us greatly
symmetry of a simply appealing nature
two point three two perhaps is your fractal dimension
near enough for our monkey brains



shutter sets a snare
camera like a fingertrap
snap snap
what the camera captures is light
attention
minds
caught in a flash like a coyote in KC lamps
diving for pearls in an ossuary
memories fade just as quickly as evidence



Hurling stones at scornful oaks
we play our branch a dirge
lizards and centipedes tussle
beige skull spider stalks the widow
web provenders and harbors
mourns every unfulfilled urge

Falling Dogs

twirled inside of self destruction
snapped the mast before our eyes
sails flapped off like birds in flight
tried to navigate the lies
lighthouse clapped behind stony gates
we ran our prow aground and died


Foz do Iguacu
bananas at the station
paraguay-brasil


a breath of winter a sniff of fall
burning weeds and death of all
while they scurry underground
in frost and wind we dance around
oh blessed empty voided steppe
let the weak hide, noses wet
preserve their meat all soft and pink
we and the vultures share a wink


a moment caught in freeze frame flash
on razor thin edge every choice
foment chaos, make one rash
keep sage counsel or give voice
your moral compass holds the lash



Ich...breathe.
limbs sink into stone
ni...breathe.
face becomes like bone
san...beathe.
thoughts leave, all alone
shi...breathe.
solo discordant tone



we piss on cinema and society and all things human and beneath us
we follow the winds and the rattlesnake trails like the colubrid hunting her children
a coiling nightmare of creosote and dust devils whirling goatheads into your eyes in a choked arroyo
the itch at the back of an arrogant man's throat as he realizes he's too far from water
the sticky blood drying eaten by ants and turned black by the sun and the heat
the green plants dying and sands consuming all as the air turns to chaos and poison

The Dogs of Afternoon

Ruyalar who you are
reify rubber tires
roustabouts without much clout
fight blazing forest fires
you are the Fawn of Ur it's true
the root of all desire
Helen's deathmask writ pon life
as if from singer's lyre
a soul so pure and beautiful
it stokes men's rage and ire
we are no man we are a beast:
We're comfy in your pyre


The Sound of Space

the hum of stars reacting like a million explosions in our jaw
mandibular-auditory grinding friction echoes from the walls
skin of Ur's folds and wrinkles echoes from canyons yawn
this compressible medium in which we swim amplifies it all


garlic tahini memories of blissful dawnings
the surf crashing against black rock
sings an endless song of strife and spawnings
yearnings to a greater purpose
free thy neck once breaking surface


Dangle them from clouds high and dry
stretch their limbs out nice and horizon wide
strap them to the vigas tightly with rawhide
slice their throats and sweep the soppin' dust aside
in our mountains heuros cannot lie
we, your razor signify


This grey tabby beast
he just won't leave us alone
cries and crawls demanding
predictably he avoids
the younger, more active one

Dogs Bleeding Into Morning

he sits at the piano like stapes before incus keys to malleus open casket
here between the chimes of morning and the tolling bells of night
the music too precise, too intricate, too true
the hackles of his audience rise
a blooded new void in every wide white eye


Islands like flypecks on milky scratched plexi
cyclone whorl and galloping herds aplenty
a blackboard on the floor
give a letter and mock up a name
this cold thin broth will swallow every fly
in time their remains snow down
to slow dance among the crabs


every new door could open and no gate is closed
take your bars and grates and tie them into bows
with a flick of the wrist twist to wasps and centipedes
release with no thought and receive
light is a reflex and we are all collapsing stars

Moon Dogs

dragonfly alien, glimmering and sleek
deadly stranger flitting over a chuckling mountain creek
indiscriminate in their predation on the meek
they can kill nearly a thousand mosquitos every week!

Not a phoenix nor the ash
naught but heat and gas
but a chemical reaction
sparking brief and energetic
escapes all fates' flickering
leaves in the seventh inning
before the curtain call
rise or rest all matter
heat motivates all


Cutting faces with words as sharp as a
scalpel
slice by slice the freeze dried soul
revealed
in all her gory veined glory
stretched out like a roadmap the size of a
parachute
gussy the dangling body up in finest winter
camouflage
land and crumple stiff legged knees
snap

Like a crack in the rock
a sharp pain in the back
emerges, one eely tentacle at a time until an infinitude fill our eyes with that blackmilk benthic haze she brings us
-ever-all-dearest Kraken in our skull
gri ahtaptot la pulpo gris
o loyal companion,
Despair.


In a cupboard dusty and forgotten a child's lost memories
postcards full of tales and wisdom and blind paternal love
plasticene dinosaurs covered in thumbprints like the footprints of ancients preserved on mudstone
the marvelous works of any child's mind


They get more active as the day grows
the wasps and their mysterious paths
in the morning they go about waking the Juniper tree
helicoptering threatfully around the porch
they respect our boundaries


this cemetery is very old
we hear whispers in the ruins
ante este pasillo del mausoleos
The skies are black and laden
the air smells like lightning


Bloody knives and superstition, they go hand in hand
bandit-cultists break every bone and bury one in sand
all to worship deities and pour more blood upon the land
Listen only to true whispers of the fae, not alibis of wicked man.



Pressure from all directions flowing into this trailer with tattered ugly shag carpet and kiddy-piss stains on the broken-backed love seat
from every window filling the whole place up as the man sits in front of the PlayStation black flatscreen turning the gun in his hands

Dogs Fiddling Around in a Park - unleashed

 O Ye Angels of Suburban muck!
your brash fey greeting cry of FUCK
it yearns always just for the truth
the simple face of vacancy
a heart that's honest, wild and free
from nightfall's jungles deepest dusk and hardwood trees
to loneliest pinnacles and crowded beach
they flit about most direly 
appearing to be but angry or twee
a punk rocker belongs nowhere
and there's nowhere for them to be
but everywhere, they're luminaries



Poetry tells the truth.
Poetry is music, it must be sung.
to throttle a wren a'warbling
to snuff out a cricket's chirp
to sneer at comic books and stories
not written but handed down
from mothers and fathers to bratlings
mock them and you're the clown
♪


Riffing dangerously wild and free, we
flitting about like a hummingbird in a flowering tree
stumbling through the air as if a drunken bee, a.k.a. sporadically erratically
like the worst kind of jazz, noodlings on piano keys in mutually masturbatory conservatories


purple trickling down the tiles
leaning hand on sticky wall
bass indistinct fuzz pounding we see black jeans rumpled under stall
two weedy suburban kids nervous and clean in the hall
pissing themselves waiting for money they handed a stranger to come back

Two Dogs Playing

Music

Alone 16 and browsing through CDs at the store
seeking punk industrial conscious dancehall evermore
reading Marx in parking lots is where we found our core
tape cassettes by Nitzer Ebb like marching off to war
but math is truth and truth is love and music is math galore!


River

deep in the ground she counts
quadrillions of liters, large amounts
she drips in caverns sightless, slow
spouting and burbling from springs on crust
like fangless snake this river low
to nourish her children she must always flow

Four Corners — Haiku

Tumbleweeds out back
blown into the corners four
calico yard cats

A Happy Shoe

wish dream to live just under your desk
and greet you every morn
you'd sit, prepare to work and smile at the shoe you've worn
a single shoe a roughshod clog from which you'll not be torn
a happy shoe to be we'd think, nevermore forlorn

64-16

eight times eight is sixty four
las lagrimas nos lavor por sesenta y cuatro hor
sixteen is two by eight
we can't warp time to remonstrate
those who sent us to that state
so we just live with all our hate
whiched burned the bat and stole the plates
so we could never abnegate our own role in our own fate
ain't nonbeing great? 

Walking Dogs

Small
 
If we were a snake then we'd be small
in winter we'd gather a hundred friends in the walls
central heating is nice, we'd start napping in Fall
and come the spring thaw, we'd make hoomans squall!


Geyiğim

Ras-dva tra la la
Rasmir-dvamir tears.
Rasputin-dvaputin tryptophan!
Raspristupnik-dvapristupnik tropical student...
Rasma vremya dear deer...


Last.

Finding routes on maps.
Telescope forward or back.
Read the key one two three
keep your shell uncracked.
Beware flystrikes from the gnats
and never forget about the past
(you don't want to be first).
Last.

Encantada por New Mexico

Zero zero you're quite the hero
uno dos volverse dinero
your rotund figure like a gyro
alguna veces nos transformándo
champiñón nubetitos ya no
entre las grandes nubes: Grullos

Deadname

musk as they unzip their jeans
friction and heat exciting rates increase
thum-bump our heart tries to beat in binary
they whisper our deadname and beg us please
a crack in our brain deflates us entirely
then they hear us as we plead
"no honey, it's not you, it's we"

Dogs in Trees

More dogs.

a quirkier irk we've never worked
in fact the clerk even had a smirk!
a perk is that we went berserk
and stuck a dirk all in that jerk
who tried to pass as a Mechanical Turk

Sour
serene serious faces like navy beans
dour sour towers crowding about the crib
will they tell baby bear what it means or what they did?
betrayed ancestors and drowned smart kids?
when this blisstopia is the brightest shine they ever did?
we bet they keep it all hid

Tweeze
going to bed in parts in trees
Trinity on a branch send in the bees
sting the eyes swell lids to close
blind and deaf like bud-trapped rose
dreaming desolate lonesome roads
never shave a face but tweeze

Windows rattle

two foot thick earthen walls shake
while ripples to the east.
earthquake in California or blue sky thundercrack no no
the M's an energetic materials testing zone
the boom was likely Raytheon
Aerojet like a dog with one bone
anyway, we're just at home

Live your life as open book
hide no crimes, you guileful crook
unless you want a second look
just make sure to write in tongues
a language from your own two lungs
cipher from Ur-mind long ago
so nobody can zero

White Eyes
o systems in place that reinforce white supremacy
we've been despairing for what seems like an eternity
we've had it up to here with this genocidal bigotry continuing into this century
makes us wonder if humans will ever all be free
or maybe there's just too many white I's in this We

Bites

we're unknown, you're scared of the dark
and you can't see a single light in our park
bombs away, try and crater us from the atmosphere
there's nothing but noise, just a brief spark
there's no more space for voids to create in here
a no-good lazy layabout punk queer

Octopus

every dawn a manifesto
an assassinated us
no character apparent
just shit, blood, and pus
septic by exposure?
if only it were thus
more bred in the bone
several strands of the weave
a keystone identifying trait
of an octopus most treacherous

Heron

a great blue heron
fledgling never to fly
one limp-winged angel
hypothermic in the lights
we bring it home and warm it
it never learns to trust

Monster — Haiku

Follow us, children
we'll show you what we look like
once we're in the woods...

Surf

No moon behind the green and black
arching over devil's club
to surf we prussik down a ledge put together bamboo rod
cast our line five meters down before the bobber rests
will we catch a perch today or halibut too large?
the likelihood is almost nil just as we prefer

Hopes and wishes

We hope you die a thousand deaths
we hope you die alone
May Flavor Flav shit down your your neck
while sitting on his throne
we hope they invent a new disease
specifically for you
we hope it makes you eat your words
and tears your heart in two 
just like you did to us in parts
we hope it beats you up
leaves you bleeding on the floor:
Welcome to our club.
We hope you live a million years
every second of it hell
we wish you'd never found us
but mostly we wish you well

Twister

Its name is Twister and it fought for Life
(it is Despair and Madness' child)
for its sister's Death and its brother is Strife
its parents absent, it grew in the wild
Twister bent its siblings' sighs and knives
banished back to Nature, Twister was exiled

Sign — Tanka

learn from the blood-sign
print scat and slithering tails
tell us their story
rabbit walks under mesquite
rattlesnake waits in ambush

Autumn — Tanka

light so flat and matte
everything whitewashed or bleached
afternoon's shadows
brown leaves, yellow grass, the chollas grey
autumn brings goat heads

Remove

bruise batter beat and break
in time tarantella hypnotic fun
aches from which our web is spun
cocooning us safe and discrete
removed from sensation entire
we set the forms and pour concrete
in our tiny chrysalis empire

Ningunos

emotions lurk like predators
if we go to quench our thirst
they seize and try to drown us
there are no more cattle tanks
no respite here
we ignore the trees and stumble through the malpais
our face unblemished by tears
bare footprints painted crimson

Time's Shape

behind an obelisk of light
in a natural amphitheatre of sandstone
a void-well in Ur three meters around
We saw ourself reflected,
beginning, end, one and the same
reduced to infinity by division
a klein bottle in every dimension
a bottle for every boy and girl
we drink from the well

Sweet Dreams

flares burning through a glacier
pulled in by our gravity
land on skin and sink
hope their fire would quench itself in blood
but not so
each burns through
more each day
like icicle spears
electric eels
a blizzard of burning dandelion seeds

Kittens — Haiku

three kittens play
jumping around the garden
as ants fly away

Tiny Mesa

black cracks in red mud
we examine each geometry
focus on the top
that little bowl of bicolored dry
with a dicot sprout coming up in the middle
green on grey on red tiny mesa
a juniper bush to a fingernail scorpion briefly stranded
we imagine

Corrode

alone, erase every trace
every thought of love
we are banned from comfort's grace
as kindness from a dove
we will not crave an mate's embrace
no, not for us this road
we've tried too many times, it hurts
we'd rather just corrode

Love

Lust is a starving murderer
love is a dying child
one struggling for survival
one feral, filthy and wild
no reflection on the earth
this soulless creature divides
cackles at agony with mirth
and within us all resides

Brushins

a cat's loose fur is infinite
the brushing continues eternal
this one at least is into it
dealing with the others is infernal!

Teapot

like a lacework icicle in spring we melt, drip drip
fragile and changing form from crystal to something more
fluid
smooth transition this is a point
trick memory mid breakdown from which we can rejoin
ourself
teapot

Wooden Spoon

 licking the batter before the lash
"Haldt za moyel!" the wooden spoon
shifts from booty into our doom
"za Klipttzein Arshtrotten!" her stuttering shoes
clip-clopping furiously to our room
"No mom, please!"
we split as the breeze hits the back of our knees