ARCHIE AND ROGER

This Picture when fax machine transmission says of Jesse — “He’s part animal, part human and one long from another — three terrible qualities
that dance around beneath his exquisitely high-flown surface. Nobody should feel obliged to look away. He inspires.” Other BS Text Messages to
Pam Stevens ‘Helpless For Love. Such mean people live all alone. Cried all the way home’ (page 24) Carol Klewer has launched “The Daily Scream,”
a photographic account of an unexpected journey that sometimes proceeds and sometimes retreats through time. These 100 shots mark her trip back
to Bucharest, Romania. “The mother scamp” began by hearing voices one early morning at 2:00 AM…both the dilation and dilation machines that
actually produce a slight amount of leaking tears. My walking too fast through mixed film pages within the moving world, recently first discovered
while updating Beth Klein ‘Crossdresser Toolkit BSA (Book: pg 110-115, Forgiving Hearts, EPROBLES).

here.” Video: Someone is breaking the doll catalog photo sets. Buy fresh bottles of supermarket applesauce and string cheap greeting cards with faux
small-talk snowmen or rag dolls into doll hair bows. ‘Posture enhancers are lots to be done, too. Put them up in the right or left “bow’ too when
you’re feeling grumpy. Haus, Hauser and Hauser have tons of slashes along solid serifed pages, bottom small drawings instead of pictures, about what
comes out from under matress frames, too. Even they’re trying to get just a doll being held in large vermilion doodling while wishing he was iced.

“Happy Biting Pains by Ott or May’, the Skelkers say while relishing nail ‘drawings by Archie and Roger’.

:: 10.19.2021 ::


WE AWAKE AND SLEEP AND GROW

WHEN I AWAKE i find all my dreams were awake
she sleeps and my days are mysterious
And within my mirror i cry for no one

She awakes and dreams of days of love
and within her eyes there’s nothing
crying for no one — she says home

You go out and work for food.

The day breaks into evening and when
you come home the tears are for no one.
She cries and you weep silently.

We wake up and we make up.

Finding Love that grows stronger
as we realize we love each other
and need each other to grow in life.

:: 10.19.2021 ::


UNTITLED

IN satin and lace, as amiable as you are proud, wise, generous, and innocent.

You were buried next to her by an agent of the U.S. Department of Agriculture, who scanned your father’s farm corned beef with all the trimmings, may God rest her forsaken soul, for it is all of us.  

She forsook; and I shall never forget her sputtering embers, and then the little mound.

Yes, my little rum runners, she had defective tear ducts and could weep only iced tea.

She had petticoats beneath her eyelids. And in her last years she found ball bearings in her beehive puddings, she swore allegiance to Abyssinia. What should I have done?

I played the piano and scrambled eggs.

I had to navigate carefully around her brain’s avalanche lest even a decent finale be forfeited.

And her beauty is still evermore. You see, as she was dying, I led each of you to her side, one by one she scorched you with her radiance.

And she is ever with us in our acetylene leisure.

But you are beautiful, and I, a slave to a heap of cinders.

The Dream Police.

:: 10.19.2021 ::


MOWING LIES

We must meet in a toast you gave to me that other morning in the wood where the boughs of the woodlot are ragged and snagged with ice.

When you were gone I filled a glass with water and put the sunflower seeds in it and made this toast to you.

And then I wiped the water off of my cheek and put the sunflower seeds in a pile on the counter, and put the water in the sink.

When you came back that afternoon I told you that you should stick your fist out of the car window to prove that you were alive.

I wondered if you heard.

We must mow a grass lot of lies through, we will be mowing that grass lot a grass lot, lying.

It will be grass, lying on a hay, who at the base of that hay, dead in all her glory of flying away.

There will be broken pictures left where they fall, so many broken pictures that they fall to one side and miss the pictures they meet and forget about those they lose.

And then we will be mowing that grass lot a grass lot, lying.

:: 10.19.2021 ::


HITMAN JESUS

He got on his donkey, brushed its shoulder with his hand, sighed and he said, “God bless the earth!”

It just blew him away when he woke up and started laughing.

Well, I’m going to hell.

“Uh huh. Jesus? What’s your name?”

“My name is… what’s yours? C’mon, it’s no big deal, I’m not here to save the world. I just wanted to make a quick buck on my vacation. If you guys can get through this [fake evil laughter]… what can I do for ya?”

“No, we’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. But we need some proof. It’s a simple thing. You have to kill a guy.”

“You sure this is the same crap you came up with?”

“Yeah, all that’s been said has been said, we got your back. Only you can’t kill the guy. No one can. He’s already dead.”

“Really? I thought there were cameras and all. I mean, I didn’t know about this.”

“There’s no cameras.”

“But they know something happened, you have to tell him we’re coming.”

“Well, how would I find the guy?”

“Find him yourself. Then I’m coming back in.”

“Really? Ok, I’ll do that, you bet. Ok, what’s the plan? What’s gonna happen?”

“We’re gonna sneak into his house and do the deed.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really. Come on now, my donkey needs to go home, he’s exhausted. You guys go ahead, I’ll meet you back here tomorrow night.”

All of a sudden, a voice boomed through the silent night air.

“Hey, don’t do this. You’re gonna get us all killed!”

“Who’s that?”

“You’re gonna pay. You’re gonna pay for what you did to me. I’m not dead yet. I’m coming back and you’re gonna die!”

A couple of dudes laughed and broke off a piece of wood. They went over to the guy.

“Here, you just kill him with this. Then we’ll hang him in the yard.”

“Ok, thanks a lot.”

They went to get the rope.

And then another voice boomed through the night air.

“You’re gonna have to kill him first. He’s not dead yet. I’m coming back.”

“Oh, really? Well, I’ll kill him. But first I need a smoke.”

Jesus walked to the edge of the porch, lit up a cigarette and listened to the laughter. And then, there were no more voices at all.

Everyone stopped laughing and just stared at the one man, waiting for him to speak.

Finally, a voice boomed through the night air.

“Don’t kill him. I’m coming back. You’ll get us all killed.”

“Oh, really? Well, what do you want? We can’t just let you walk all over us. I need to know what the hell you want before I kill you.”

The voice came back to life.

“I want to be the judge of what happens to you. I’m coming back.”

“Really?” Jesus was getting a little tired of this.

“Yes, really. You’ll regret this, you’ll see.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll regret this. I’m coming back. I know what I’m talking about.”

“If you know what you’re talking about, how come you’re not the one in charge?”

“That’s simple. I’m coming back. And the person who’s leading this whole town has got to be punished.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, I’m on my way back, and the next time I’m on the night shift I’ll be doing the night watch, right in the house that’s being prepared for you guys. See you tomorrow night. Goodbye.”

The footsteps faded away. The peat smoking stick was smoked out and left to burn in the darkness of the night air. Jesus stood there for a moment and stared into the dark night.

“Ok, the only way out is to kill him.”

He turned back to the others. “Guys, we have to do this.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to do it. I have to, I can’t have them taking revenge.”

The guys left in a rush, probably trying to collect their cattle for the night.

And Jesus sat there alone, just staring at the darkness.


LIFE’S PUZZLE

I chanced upon an exquisite puzzle one day

It was TINY in size and easy to touch

I did not want to figure it out
but just to hold…

\I turned it this way, that way
— any way it would move! /

And at times interlocking pieces
would come and go.

Eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier to navigate
Life is such, that way.

simplicity.


DOG BARKED

The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 :: DOG BARKED DOG barked. The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \\ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 :: DOG barked. The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \\ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 ::

SINGLE SPORE LIBRAN HEART

SINGLE SPORE of my libran heart
how wonderful to be drawn into this messy abstract Art.

Painting, wishing, dreaming sleeping upon the hard bone of
a dead blue whale’s penis.

Eating orchids. Tasting essences of yesterday’s highness lift shit
so we can wrap it all back

A cedar box of millennia traps where kings and queens souls weep
dream of incarnation — perhaps!

oh hey. wait. i left my car keys upon the kitchen table while dreaming
of my surprising thoughts — no invites.

Oh, fuck. I tasted the baby breath when a saucer flew over my head and
spewed angel hair all over my head.

Hey. wait. i didn’t flush the toilet and now forever am i indebted to the
clean police of refuse. Covid lips taste politicians passionately — govern-
ment box of cedar fox; succeed. indeed.

DIVIDED CANCER WE FALL

:: 10.13.2021 ::


BLACK AIR

JOY or misery …
contain the storm that sets
within your eyes
Lights at night upon bridges
or a bed of nails at night
___/feel that torn twist in
your side\ and the beat of
furious wings in black air.
AND nightingale bird sings
whilst i dream i c o uld sing
but n’ver are the joys of its
Voice.

Until once a dream came with
a song like a this bird with
a song.

under wings
beneath the skies of my eyes.

:: 10.13. 2021 ::


9 O’CLOCK DESERT

Down went the bare-assed Sun
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
Between her thighs.

:: 10.13.2021 ::