What's Left in the Pan, or, Screw the Paper Towels

in gold is the shun-
ning of a silver life, my
fat to burnt bacon

Some Kind of Motherhood

fledgeling nugget, you
are neither gold nor rice, and
I pray you can't fly

Left Bank

bistro with red um-
brellas, croque monsieur, I make
plaster-of-Paris

Seagull Abandons

with lawnmower and
banditry, Uncle Sato
eases my muscle

He Shits Syllogisms

logic is in the
knotted bowel my father
harbors like the shore

Not Leroy Brown, Not Elizabeth Barrett

summer with kids: a
bad, bad badminton upsweep,
a chaise lounge browning

Sonora Instructions

jump, coyote, in-
to the heart of my father;
shit, javelina...

Bail This Out

yesterday, I swal-
lowed a church bell-- econo-
my: you ring my ass

Summer!

tired, the basil
kisses the marigold, flor-
al tongues, pasta shez

My Bunger is a Sweatshop 3

where we learn the diff-
erence between independ-
ence and solitude

My Bunger is a Sweatshop 2

Thomas Jefferson
died here, learned how to exca-
vate economies

My Bunger is a Sweatshop

I pay it pennies,
my body, a failed exper-
iment, heart outsourced

Seven Sixteen

wind in redwood, life
in spin, in the craters of
the moon, I love you

Because I Got Up Early

I have fuel in my
biceps named sparrow-shez, mere
shadow of the worm

Head

my father lead a
pickled life, rife with onion
and swift, sad wipings

Middle is Good

a burger on a
salad, a yolk in a white,
we stain this bull's eye

For Billy the Painter

adulation of
the drez requires forethought and
the uncommon cold

The Things That Stick to Honey

a heart alive with
hornets only wants to un-
bury its sweetness

It's Too Easy to Say

a firework explodes
in my ass-- rather: my ass
is independent

Bad Medicine

succulent, like al-
oe, like agave, you burn
with fat, dump with health

And It Is All Pond Scum

streak of white grease, gull
finds a mate this Spring, fortune
leaks like a balloon