6:04 am

early early

neighbors already stirring

a wasted yesterday

hot coffee

drugs … no more

went down early

woke up still starry eyed

dreams of … somethings that simply can never work

(or so we think) but …

they can’t 

so there

Words of Birds


Words of Birds

Chattering near windows, sharing, searching

Silent, placing dust under wings

Secrets, the crows hawking after your narrow misses

On your new resolve, a finch flits

Dancing globes accompany the night, the whippoorwill

Insincere but unimagined


Words of Birds

Sinking like Francis, sinking into silence

Watch the sound watch the breath

Come, come back to us, come back to the forests

Abandon the concrete, abandon the chymical



Aerial messengers so distinct from terrestrials

Silent in speech, man passes oblivious

Crenellations demark his boundary beyond which

No words



[Out of order]

The acacia tree so cheap, the end the attack

The end, the graffiti, ‘the writing’s on the wall’, depart

Going to meet my team, agro-forestry [or something], can’t stay guys

Green house, getting horse shit on my pants

‘You have a very interesting mind’

The pendulum … Broken branch.

Accusations, broken stuff camping, no car crash

As parking lot dissolves in floods,

Many awakenings later on the lake side

Cracked grass, concretized, still alive grass

The flood, cars and semis bobbing, threatening

The attack,


Summer Archives #7


Noble creature of the Earth

Mild tempered lad

Of a good home

Bored out of his skull

At mommy’s work

Plays footsie with me

And naps intermittently, on the rug, in the entryway

I, writing poetry, as the tech work assignments have defeated me at every turn

Dog don’t care!

He don’t care how broke I am either

Nuff said

Summer Archives #8

The filtered fall, the wall of expectations, buttressed by keep-alive funding

Wears heavy

The sequined gowns are well out of range, as are standard employment

And all the tech managers want impossible things

Come to think of it, so do the others

The impossibility of making a living, or dying of a job

Force me to seek less orthodox paths

Dot Gap {Summer Archives #16}

Dot Gap


. _ _


undertones of dirtyness

singled out on the wall of pride

what are you proud of ?

what are the rest of us proud of ?

dot gap . _

what now? yo?

where are we?

why exactly have we come here?

what is to be done then?

Yes; I knew your answer before it was recorded


The idea of starting a local conversation on & generally thinking about what we are proud of comes via the section on the Iron Pentacle in ‘Evolutionary Witchcraft’ — reclaiming pride from the historical injunctions against it as ‘sin’ — distinguishing pride from arrogance. Not something I have actually tried out on other people yet. The fact that it feels squingy and awkward to think about may tell us something…


So. We have to redo this all over again. Fuck.


Excretion. Ingestion. Metabolism.

Alkaloids. Alcohols. Aminos. Ethers. Ketones. Sugars.

High. Low. Smashed. Wired. Hurtin’. Trippin’. Twisted. Blowed. Lit.

Smokin’, Shootin’, Drinkin’, Snorting, Poppin Pills

Livers, Brains, Hearts, Lungs, Skin, Occasionally Kidneys.

Mystical, Dreamy, Hedonic, Verbal, Repetitive, Healing.

Nervous, Panicked, Enlightened, Compulsive, Depressed, Manic~

Persecuted, Invincible, Hunted, Shamed

Produced; Interdicted

Stopped, Shot, Jailed, Hospitalized

Inhibited, Broken, Healed, Cured, Damaged

No matter which way, you are changed.

Change is a threat.

A threat to something, someone, somewhere

The good robot no longer operates as programmed

Defy or misfire, its all the same to the combine


Capitalization really does make a difference when looking close… I see

Summer Archives #3 {disconnected phrases}

The dragon insisted on a maiden sacrifie, else the village he will incinerate.


That is the third time this week a patient has combusted spontaneously.


Why should biscuits stab driving license?


Is it true that you dowse for kippers?


hard-wired distortion __ temporal index __ utility flow __ amplitude capacity

Summer Archives #15

The understory

The understory schema

The schema of the understory

The secret chatter of the world

All the secret chapters

& all the secret keys

Frontline – Backline – - Deep behind – the words of the fathers

For they knew not what was to come

Deep behind & beneath any possible visible thing

We are concealed

Bringing all the aeons of history

Back to now