Tuesday, February 16, 2010


ask the horsefly how
it feels to buy wings on wel-
fare, die in toad wung

Monday, February 15, 2010


even the moon dug
its own craters with teeth of
excreted white light

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


the sofa cradles
your sacrum, heart of ass and
hard of hearing me

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

No Detergent

find me pantless, here
in the laundry room, where "clean"
is a dinosaur

Monday, February 8, 2010

Salidious Folktale

'land here,' says Rabbit
Shez, 'I am horse-pill and hop-
leaf.' Fall is over.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Mooing for Gertrude Stein

sunglassed, dis-assed her
under where she blushes-- there's
a cow in my pants

Thursday, February 4, 2010


in the hay-bales, the
swallow evicts its eye-stone
into earth-toilet