Standing Models, nude #5
 
Double doors swings outward but the shopper is struck
As they don't stick and swing inward again
Football players crack their backs on folding chairs
While the cheerleaders grimace in osmotic pain
Within the scheme of two men my best friend oscillates
Before resting on the older, overt, overbearing
She's ovulating, thank God
Drunken clouds stumble through the sky belching
Raindrops in acrid puddles of soft drink residue
Movie stars piss fire after one night stands with the
Extraordinary Venus at Hollywood and Vine
Initiation means stealing chopsticks from Chinese
Restaurants then sticking them up your ass
My next door neighbor carefully carves Nazca lines
On her forearms with a Bic razor

Goat

I am                        the Goat
shuffling                off
this 2    dimensional
world
view
Mountains
ache      for me
dancing amidst           the peaks
the rhythm                     of avalanches
bleating my           off key
accompaniment
for fluting           winds
though           knifeblade valleys
trip-traipsing           across
the           bridge
with Heimdall

Somewhere in my mind

Somewhere in my mind a child is playing chess against the world. Somewhere in my mind I am down on one knee. Somewhere in my mind God is asexual. Somewhere in my mind I'm drowning my sorrows in a tall blonde. Somewhere in my mind I'm on both of them. Somewhere in my mind she says yes. Somewhere in my mind Mozart and Count Basie are grafted together by a techno beat. Somewhere in my mind a whip falls across my back. Somewhere in my mind a scorpion is trying to catch a bee. Somewhere in my mind Alaskan Malmuts, California Redwoods, and Persian kittens are the key to happiness. Somewhere in my mind it stings. Somewhere in my mind the rook just moved diagonally. Somewhere in my mind God, Buddha, and Lord Ganesha are triple-teaming the American dream. Somewhere in my mind the king is fleeing. Somewhere in my mind it fights back.


 
Inner Stairs
 
I stare at the whitewashed walls
walking up the stairwell to my room
sunlight glimmers
revealing paint hills and valleys
visible only by grayish shadows
I enter
a fly
exploring this moonface
holding me
in darting crawling buzzing
among mountains of
chippedoffwhiteness
until I see a
spiderweb and
a fat
a squat a hideous
chitincovered monstrosity
fat as the
brainwashed attendant staring
at television smoke
darkening his fluorescent
cast of a face to the
hue of his mind
where I am blind
stumbling over dishes and
apathy lighter and
darker than hope he
has too much weight already
I shake him off
leaning against this
shaky black railing leading
up like a geometric
snake hanging like
Nidhogg under the tree
but no trees are allowed
in the building
and the wyrm turns
upon its tail screaming
I feast on infinity
 
 

under cocktails
 
Pleasure
she crooned
is the only goal
in life
Oneself
he warbled
is the only recipient
of happiness
Bullshit
I spat
the room turned
upon two faces
growing red
I laughed
quite pleased
 
 

 
Somewhere in my mind II
 
Somewhere in my mind I am not the alpha male. Somewhere in my mind hablo español. Somewhere in my mind je ne parle pa francais. Somewhere in my mind I wish I had the font to be witty in Japanese. Somewhere in my mind mirrors are placed around a beta. Somewhere in my mind x-ray vision is the goal of adolescents. Somewhere in my mind superman was never really killed. Somewhere in my mind cummings's best poetry is about sex and childhood. Somewhere in my mind Freud didn't do enough cocaine. Somewhere in my mind my ankles are already giving out and I can't dance anymore. Somewhere in my mind I am Socrates. Somewhere in my mind Socrates is a man. Somewhere in my mind there is a logical phallacy forming. Somewhere in my mind sportsmanship is always advocated by omegas.

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