the news holds no truth

nobel peace prize
bed sheet bonanza
everything is on sale
sex and ideas too
ideas are sex
I fucking hate school
rotting my brain
I want to be a cloud
not an organ
If I only had keys...
typewriter static
like various werewolf songs
hoisted up on pulleys
to the sorry moon
Never mind the shivers
at the climax of a thought
that ties a tune
at the end of a line
Belly up on the edge
of a shadow's stoop.
Tune Cartoon Moon
Boo Hoo

Christmas Clean Room and LaLa Lamps

Beads of circus makeup
trial bouyant philosophy
tip corners honest candyman
buildings balloon animals
rock concert.
Zombies with tongues
full of pulp and whips
gregarious turnpike
on the interstellar highway carousel
Make way for the ring leader
and the mignons on drugs
of their anscestors
tear tickets
for Grandpa and the tikes.
Christmas presents
Baluga whales
swollen fins wading
worthiest pantheon
barbershop wedding cake
tye dye socks
for your striped Santas
nonsensical syllables
streaming raspberries
blueberries
tea and cookie
big big plasma TV
merry coca cola machine
in times square magatron
sitting high in little mexico
americana blues bar
for burritos and horchada.
Getting fatter for Christmas
in honor of a Saint
who's dead in our hearts
and stark dogshead
on Aluminum billboard.
The sun hides under
subzero roof mask
car alarm wet wipes
clear the window
shake the snowglobe
release the penguin fleet
On the eve
playwright's magic
of everyworld's universe
This is America
I swear to Christ