NaPoWriMo November

National Poetry Writing Month is November.

Because it's cold.

And even the mice know that.


MACBETH

Poetic insulation
begins the day.



FIRST YARD

the first observations
interweave with bird song
into some lil poet
insulations how how

do they do that?



THIS WINTER I KNEW

the A unsystematic
magnetic on fridge
is what composes time.

The poet's Macbeth, or the tree

oneself



FOR YOU, MOON

myself: will act mind, the act of perception
scared sacred...
a tree suddenly scarred...
think the journey lasting centuries beats
a tree. where children watch,
giggle.



TOYS IN AN ATTIC

Both inside and outside
at once clearly you're Prospero
most natural your art?

I think I'd rather weave hair
like a young funeral girl

circa 1811 starlit crickets

cover the sounds

of my masturbating




NATURE POET


oh, your douchebags soldiers

always take tea face to the sea




HONEY

when we collect going
let's talk personal
that Buddha-like snake in the grass



THE POEM

The And itself.
The living myth.




A DOG WILL CHASE

a stick
or farfetched linguistics
equally

into the ocean



YOUR LACUNA

obsesses me
with its watchability

Will a bear come out

later?



A CERTAIN FIGURE

Once, he was against
transcendentalists
Medicis and their supergay rooms
Polonius

and me

but he came around

(about supergay rooms)




BRIDGET RILEY

The optics
structures dots

doctors struts
of optical trust




THE BIRDS THIS MORNING

Judging a participle language
is hard

who knows
what the fuck

they're saying

breakfast & tragedy

i'd wager






TWO NOVELS

Disintegration is stringent
a reality

Destruction is infantile
a fairy tale



NATURE LONG AFTER

Still majestic
how anyone
need not apply




CRITICISM BREEZE PICKING UP

A century
soon swiftly
uncurious



LOVE POEM

an ocean
ever too
swiftly soon




IN THAT MOVIE

All the really scratched people
can be seen on a surface
of the glass Buddha





(UNTITLED)

No kidding
no humorous incarnation

birds flit
from name to name

something is reading
the skinny

bringing




A TREE

Ariel laughs
at its gay little baptism




DISTINCTION

a boyfriend
is a novella
in limbo

mostly



LACKING

a strange form
of having
most cleave

to its tact






HA

I saw Keats
give you
the stick good




WRINKLY PAPERBACK

We all have our
own Ariels, Keats. It is an annunciation line
where you clear

the birds won't shut up

about the volcano





TOO LONG FOR A BUMPER STICKER, ALAS

I am in my Moose God body.
Today.
Nobody can take my Moose God body
from me.

You will need to pry
my Moose God body from my cold
dead

Moose God body

before I will give it to you.



SHAKESPEARE ON SUSQUEHANNA I MET

said

"I hide the good fleas"



FLENSING

is a disappearing art
It's very hard to find
anybody who can flense well today
I mean inside or outside
of whaling I fear
it's a dying art

We all have our fantasies
that we can flense
or have a "natural aptitude"
but when it comes time
for flensing I think you'll find
there's no pretending

and there's no shame
in being unborn
to the impossible






IN MY LIMITED, PAINFUL EXPERIENCE...

Mutants are very good
ramifying desire




SAINTLINESS IN POETRY

The naked poet
went into the poetry office
and began working

walked up six floors
of desires to reach
the cognitive level

where skin stopped
being a catfight

and started being flealike



HISTORY

being the riddle
"and of course.."




IN HELL

Many people
have their LEGO tempers



EUROPEANS

do this walk stare




IKEA

and so like poetry



BIRDS FLITTED PAST QUICKLY

and the inconceivable
appearances
the gay little untitled absences
of the wings, swerved

me towards you



HUMANS

begin absence
in all innocence
but end

badly

oh so badly





A GRAVESTONE

lending a smart level

to the earth




DOES ONTOLOGY

really have enough glue?

I'm just sayin'



THE EITHER/OR/NONE POETS

are my favorite




ONE SENSES

here




BEGIN TO ANNOUNCE

your appearance




DISTANT APPROACHING

is usually a name




HOW TO KNOW IT IS ENDING

nature seems more unapologetic

when the wind blows hard




THE PEOPLE

were unwittingly
spreading the versus
around during the early chapters

of the ultimately

unfinishable novel




TIMON OF HARRISBURG

Tell the ocean mess

about the competition



"I HAVEN'T DECIDED ABOUT YOU YET..."

Dead papal or fucked-up douchebag?



AN ORANGE THIS MORNING INSISTED

"I section fairly"



MASH NOTE


You have the strangest distortions

maybe a Ripley's mirror

your Douchebag way



I SAW A CANADIAN TREE


speak in microtones

birds leaving

the acidulous

branches




HOW IT IS

We are big fans

of dead skin

round here.




DIRT


Because and say it

isn't night

even if off.



OH GOD IT GOT SO BAD

"one's very footsteps became taxonomic..."

--DOUCHEBAG PRESS, 2009




STUPID BIRDS THIS MORNING INSISTING

the world

is very early



TEACHING A CLASS ABOUT POERY

Ezra Marilyn Madison Monroe Pound
had great tits




ON A MOCHE SCULPTURE

strange
that subtraction
occurs

as birth



THE MOON

surely

sees you

behind the ridiculous

your tree line

there




DOUCHEBAGIANA


Any lark that limns

an unlarklike image

on the besotted Ark


is a friend of mine





STRANGE GIRL

She kept her copy
of Celan
in the fridge



I HAD A DREAM

Anne Carson was doing an infomercial
in which she explained
disgruntled postage

to the Book bunnies.



THE FRENCH

The French are all SHAM WOW!



DESCRIBE THE ANIMAL YOU SEE IN THIS DRAWING

insane
incurable
unmentionable
untranslatable
irreducible

cute




WHERE

you pissed

is more important

than who





LOOKING

a form of reduction

sauce





RESTITUTION

is vision

or vice versa.

I forget.



YOUNG POETS I ADMIRE

One roots
in the truck stop
of process

like Marianne Moore.




THE MAJORITY

fuck you
silver alien species
of the beginning

of your kids
biting tits

fucking swans



IN THE BEGINNING

I mean before the telephone book

or the dinosaurs even

spooky lines





A

note




YOU

I find you very moving

very moving

dead




AUSTEN'S UNWRITTEN NOVEL

The nymph

goes towards deviation.




BIRDS IN THAT PLACE

A cartoonish farewell.





DEAR SAUL BELLOW,

Life is enchanted eternally

or dies a nymph (from lack of renaming)

Holla!




BIRD POETICS


It is more abstract
to skew in flight

and have someone
try to grab you

by the claw





DO YOU SWALLOW?

Poor old
punchable Buddha





BOSTONIANS

that marilyn gravitas

(manson, monroe, donuts)

with the russian breath


property values

skewed by ocean




EROTIC JOY

lark's tongue
in panic



ATTEMPTING

to return again
around gender
too fucking funny



FUTURISM CIRCLE

a glow in the dark

hula hoop



ANIMALS DO

relatively think



AN EPIC

Also, some fleas.




IMAGINE THE DIVINE READER

always losing

its place in the poem




FORM

is what is cringeworthy


THE OCEAN

is what is not





BIRDS TALKING

slightly humbling






I GOT LOST

in the hamadryad church.

I escaped the Merchant/Ivory

film of you a few hours.


It was nice.




AIM

      (an epithalamium)

for the zone

between fondling and murder




ALERT

supernatural culture
is so susceptible



DISTINCTION

This line is wit.

This line is not.




JUDGE JUDY SAYS THIS...

is not Heideggerian.

This is almost.

This?

Is.




BEFORE


a male nymphet can become an American poet

she must lie with as many stanzas

as possible, in as many urban settings

as possible. and learn to speak

the languages of the birds


which are amazonian-castrati-leaning


even in their most spiritual ditties.









TIME INSISTS

there is nothing to castrate.

nothing to circumcize.





EDNA

They say her tremble

was unrivaled on several continents.




A FIELD


The dotted

still

omnipresent.




POETRY FOR DUMMIES

The bunnies
that douchebag
things a Clown uses

Followers




THE

18th reverse

nervous breakdown

is a sort of School of Singing



CURRENTLY ON STRIKE

quiddities, mind, Rilkeana,
whereas, elective affinities,
linguistic firsts, political fistings

the whole factitious WAL-MART

Ponzi scheme of beauty



INTELLECTUALS

are those things not impressed
by the floating materialized

Marginalia of Creaturedom



OH, PONGE...

with his tree phrase sleights

his game show demonstrations

I love him




TELL A DOUCHEBAG

And you are an expressionist...



A BUS STOP

some prose douchebags.



CAVEAT

The Buddha says everything is half terminal

concentration camps




THE BODY LAUGHS


Ugly things

are coveted

by consciousness.



LOVE AFFAIR

Images and insects

a nothing so pure



AFTER A MOVEMENT


Browsed sententiae cruel

lay wounded and dead

as deer emerged from mist

the forest scrim

onto a medieval battlefield



IT'S

the polis, stupid




I AM SELLING

Poetry insurance.

Does your poem have enough

coverage to protect

your loved ones?


Do you know the cost

of a poetry funeral today?




THOROUGHLY MEMORABLE

viewed as perception




PROPRIOCEPTION

the douchebag inside

the douchebag





YOUR AGENDA

breath
history
awkwardness

glasses
evolution
resistance

the cold
ballet
breakfast

fucking




TRUE LOVE

wabbity credence



NATURE

the Guest Abstract




AESTHETICS

the famous manure




MY FAILED LOVE AFFAIR WITH BUDDHA

Scotch-taped his bronze hands




BESTOWED BEAR


just there

on its haunches in starlight

Orion's above

winter breath


clearly from your mint


I want it




EVEN A BOULDER

can divagate




YOU POSSESS

a divinely-bestowed capacity

to die





HOMERIC

shit on my sneakers today



HOMERICA

I applied for a job there

once





MORTALITY

points to your concerns

like a funny t-shirt

decal





A GOLDFISH

swims in a bowl

an impossible answer






BULL

dog
shit
dinkey

horn
durham
headed

whip
winkle
hung like a

thanks for playin
family feud

& did some cretin host
molest your mouth

before you gave

your answer?





THEY SAY

that's a hard magazine




I SOMEITMES WORRY ABOUT

the priapic riboflavin



REMEMBER WHEN

Dollar Stores became socialized medicine

Where was Glenn Beck then?




PERSONALITY


gathers itself

after the tree


felicitiously




THIS

is indeed culture.



OR

Do you know the difference

between "culture" and "a culture?"




YOGURT

versus the Guggenheim





POETS

who don't remain mind

are endearing





THE THING ABOUT CANADIAN POETS

is that there are

less than more

Canadian poets



20th

Bozo the Century




I, A FINCH


in the sweet hereafter

diatribes seem silly




THIS

is the shorter version

of a much longer poem.


I spared you.



CULTURAL DOUCHEBAG BOILERPLATE

Enough said.



HALF OF MY SELECTED POEMS


will consist of photographs of me sleeping.




DIVINITY

keeps moving her milestones

and giggling




BUT STEP OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE

and it's like you offered them

Sharpei-on-a-stick



I AM HERE

behind the tree

transfixed

transfigured


trying to get this shit

off my sneakers





SANSKRIT POETS

were the first punani poets

let's at least

get that straight




THE WAY DISSOLUTION IS

interested in observation

is the basis of the readworthy novel



THE USUAL PATTERN

beauty
language
legion

explanation
discovery
rudeness

little
incarnate
fucker



DEAR FAUN, YOU...


are not far

from the poem

I thought you were


the first time

I felt the fur

on your horns