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