Welcome to My Magazine

Another summer left us rich in bikinis
And rich in friendship. My friends
Let us toast the acres of air that separate us,
The forests of people who come between.

Indeed, we share many of the same habits:
Staring intently, listening closely,
Hiding behind curtains, even on Sunday.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

But I can! It's surprising how close
Long-range photography can bring us. I know
Your begonias are growing nicely,
And we're on opposite sides of the park!

Some day, I want to be inside the radius
Of the perfumes you apply so liberally.
Some day, we'll think of the whales,
Probably almost at the same time.

You could say we're inching closer
To intimacy. The slow creep where
Neither of us occupy the moment,
Yet the moment, like here, wants to be there.

The Boat, Drunk (in progress)

As I traveled down impassible Rivers,

I no longer felt the pull of the guides:

Loud Redskins had emptied their quivers,

And nailed to dyed posts their bare hides.

As I went down impassible Rivers,
I no more felt the pull of the guides:
Howling Braves had emptied their quivers,
And then nailed to bright posts their bare hides.

Frack This

When I pooped Detroit, I was only kidding.

The quagmires of capital have soaked the galoshes

Of future gardeners (rat poison!), I mean goddesses

Splattered with snatch-burning honey.  AOI

The furnaces in your eyes remind you of yourself—

How saintly—before you were born, raging in vitro

Like violent oyster sewage as delicious

As turnips in a musical.  Ovarian meat-grinder!

I won’t harvest you, fat morass, without a note

From your physician.  Please inspect the timbers

Of all strings and woodwinds prior to fellatio.

Must you refer to me as “my cabbage”?

Every third line I vomit in the solarium.

These marble stairs warbling since 1066 sag

Like the tits of an old dog, thousands of them

Arranged in a cloistered spiral ascending

To a locus amoeba, all fish in the trees, of course,

Because it’s spring and I’m in love with a shoulder blade.

Thibaut, send one down to the princess of hell.

I did some work there but the fornicators kicked me out.

If Death Came in the Alps

If death came in the Alps I wouldn’t complain

Inter me on the silver road

The parking is free

And from beneath a slab of glass I’ll watch

Snowy atoms of fire descend all day

And every evening the dark ascent of night

There I will dream of quietness

            And I will drift alone into the wilderness

The tyranny of the human face will lift like a fog

No more listening to sloppy talk

And what must still be done will never come

When I leave it all behind

Like a bird flying straight into the sun

The lunatics were asking about you
            They wished you were still here

                        The silence of infinite space was my reply

Some things are deeper than snow

            Although right now I can’t think of any
The inviolable blue of my hands and face
            Will be for distant stars to contemplate
 And I will coolly gaze on passers-by
                         Marching into the flames of history

Hand Sanitizer

Since when was stupidity an impediment?

We’re all equal:  one asshole, one vote.

If I sharpen my speech, will you come home?

Or did you want me to cozen you with purple?

There is nothing to say

And we like it that way

The most anticipated poem of the year

The most constipated novel of the year

Keep out of the reach of children

They are infectious and virulent zombies

Water

You are a very serious baby.  They didn’t think you had the guts to wear the monocle before the House.  The chaos of your mind solved the problem.  Tank-lined streets.  The earth shifts her chthonic slumber.  Harvest comes in like stooks.  (What the fuck is a stook?)  More barbarous than beauty.  Unchained at the lip.  The buildings are next to the park and the park is next to you and all of us are inverted in space.  I don’t want you to sit there.  Change my diaper.  After I slaughter this ethnic minority.  Notes pocketed.  The smallish senator from Kentucky an intelligent fanatic would like to offer a platitude.  Eat me.  Prometheus to the vulture.  Cacophony sometimes dips into a splay of order.  The still-moving substance of everything that is.  Infinite.  White.  As a wave pushing back the edges of nothing.  Why is this a zero sum game?  Thales was right about you.

The Rendezvous of Parallels

Mnesia, I love you

The stars and stripes of your breasts

Your digitalis at dawn

Why can’t we be distant and happy?

Let me be clear.

After splashing around

With abstract dolphins in canals of light,

I knew we were immortal.

If you are reading this

And feel like you are fading,

You are not alone.

I am that twinkle in the sky.