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I haven’t updated this blog with new published material in over half a year.  I’ve still been productive, but mostly with Flash pieces about my dreams.  I’m giving this blog a rest because along with writing these pieces I am busy editing Clutching at Straws.

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March 8, 2012 · 11:03 am

Detroit’s Forever Mayor

this is the ass of America
the little dark man says to me
sweeping his hand across the skyline
as if trying to dissipate the city like smoke

the gutter behind us quietly sucks down
last night’s rain, almost loud enough
to drown out the whirring of industry
surrounding us on all sides
like millions of beetles marching across wax paper

this is my domain, my dream
the little dark man whispers

looking down at him I see
a shriveled and surreal Joe Louis
presiding over his city and unable to smile


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One More Place To Be

I’m watching the giants
weave through sycamores
like they did three thousand years ago

they stomp around and sing
until they sprout erections
the size of space shuttles

with these erections
they dispose of their enemies
and bellow for the women

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I am not in the position to take a position

I fell asleep in one place and woke up in another
you looked at me with that powerful love but
I could see the fear jiggling your eyes

you could probably see the words creeping across my skin

this is surgery, I said to you
or was, I don’t know
am I right?

fluorescent lights like tornado sirens

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Your Head

Your head a black hole
drawing all things
(credit cards, tulips,
babies and toupees)
to it

your head the end of all things
sucking a haiku reality in
and spitting out trees, lumber,
and bedroom sets

your head white noise
funneling a cosmic rubber band
into a shiny b flat from Miles’ trumpet

your head brushing by a nonsense
channeled into something we agree on
tacitly, unsure

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He liked to imagine that his skin
was made of glass and never to be touched.
He left his subterranean apartment
only for cigarettes and microwavable meals.
He read and re-read a dogeared copy of Catch-22
until all of the pages fell out,
and from those yellowed pages he glued together
a magnificent and confusing mural
on the bathroom wall across from the toilet.
Every time he had a difficult bowel movement
he clutched his knees and screamed “Yossarian!”

He took showers with Windex and published papers
in academic journals about the absurd state
of his precious internal organs:

His liver was composed of cotton candy
his heart, coffee grounds
his lungs, a folded up Twister board
his stomach, a kerosene space heater
his bladder, an expired debit card
his spleen, a roll of faux-wood contact paper
his colon, a blue length of PVC pipe
his brain, a hopping set of wind-up teeth
his eyes, cherry jelly beans

Encased in glass he took inventory
and pushed away his terrible anxiety.

His last vacation was spent climbing the hunchbacked cherry tree
couched up against his apartment building.
He fell and shattered into 539 pieces
like a postmodern pinata.
The neighborhood dogs sniffed
until they discovered the jelly beans,
which they inevitably licked and passed up.


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The Expired E-Possum

I found an expired possum
in my inbox
A dead person wants to be
my facebook friend
he’s liberated, so why
drag him back in?
Two nights ago I chased a dream
into my body pillow
and came up with it writhing-
neuron goo dumping
all over the sheets
I followed it into facebook:
it emerged as an unappreciated poke
wallowing in sorrow
To hear the atonal screams
of a tortured e-possum
is enough to turn me catholic again
I click “deny friend request”
and burrow a hole in my shag carpet
patiently anticipating the alarm
The sounds of industry whir and bang
to the west,
under the bed
a sleeping facebook snores for attention


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We Are All In Jesus’ Kitchen

all around you there are sinners
loading chemicals and things
up their dry cracks
cramming things
into their mouths
and playing the lottery
in their hopeful minds


there are no such thing as angels


Jesus has eyes in your sock drawer
and at night he makes sounds
and you think it’s just
the house settling or
the humming of distant generators

yet it’s him
he’s there
crinkled up in the plastic bags
above the washer and dryer
watching and listening

he’s taking careful notes
regarding your credit score
your budgeting
your sex life
and your treatment of the animals-
even the ones chopped and frozen
in your freezer

you found heaven
in the squishy folds of a ripe
and Jesus saw that too

you almost made him smile


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Six Feet Over

turn the skyscrapers
upside down
to poke the earth
like dirty syringes

watch the worms
take to the air

I want my money back:
nobody told me outer space was a bad investment

please strap me loosely into my suit
and let me dig-dug underground for aliens

I want to see
what the beautiful women look like
when their nails are caked with dirt

I’ve paid my dues in this dimension
so show me where the rest of them are

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“I don’t have much left in me”
he said when the sky crashed in
and collided with the pool, creating
infinite vibrations, worlds smothering,
apartment complexes shaking at the root,
leasing agents bouncing helplessly
like fresh popcorn. He wondered if the
autistic kid in the water with the yellow noodle
saw all of this, the rapture,
but he seemed so wrapped up in his floaty toys
that nothing- not even the end of the world-
could interrupt his play.

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