paradelle

love is a complicated multi-turret system
love is a complicated multi-turret system
i'm sugar coated & there is a pistol
i'm sugar coated & there is a pistol
a multi-turret pistol is sugar coated
& i'm there, a system, complicated is love

you're my pert devastation
you're my pert devastation
but lamination can only save the faithful
but lamination can only save the faithful
only my pert lamination can save
you're devastation the faithful but

that's a lot of ammunition, i say as i stoop into my plot
that's a lot of ammunition, i say as i stoop into my plot
i will wrap them as gifts but not cruelly
i will wrap them as gifts but not cruelly
i plot ammunition as gifts a lot, but that's, as i say
stoop not cruelly, i will of them into my wrap

my pistol is complicated devastation
but you're only a multi-turret that's
love is a system can save gifts
but cruelly i'm sugar coated lot & a lamination
i stoop of ammunition into the faithful
i will say wrap them there as pert i, not as my plot

fresh air redux: i look like a quarry someone has dynamited!

3

summer in the alleyways! "it is time to strangle several bad poets."
the yellow cab rocks to and fro, and from the roof
drops charles bronson! the stylish thugs are slightly agitated by the struggle,
but afterwards, beside the dead "poet" they cuddle comfortingly against their ipods.
they are safer now, no one will compare them to a poetic device.

here on the bus, one more time, is charles bronson.
he is going to get that one on his way to a poetry reading.
ouch! smack! a body crumples between stops.

in the "dive bar" i also see charles bronson,
he leaps through the chill air at the maker of comparisons
between language and life and silently, silently strangles him!

here is charles bronson dressed as a loan shark
leaping from his cadillac to annihilate the students of linguistics!

charles bronson is alert for academic maunderings like "otherness",
"ambiguity", "narrative antagonism", and "avant garde",
and for poems addressed to ron silliman, billy collins,
to charles bernstein, and to personages no longer living
even in anyone's thoughts—o charles bronson the charles bronson!

he lies on his back in with a pistol he snatched from a thug.

lyric lime

i'm listening to the sea a seashell sea
i'm sugar coated & there is a pistol
in that black case
never try to liquefy jesters with a spaniard
your penal colony functions only in ambient galactic
the dragonfly of woe couldn't speak
& the hills of my disobedience
only temper glass
do not promote desire
that length after dark
when i enchant your teleport bracelet
in the morning like inferior porcupines
i am too rain sensitive to react
lime of night mumbling
i will juice you yet

O wars & sea recovery
Up prototype! you simple ones
Oar lack of bundling occurs
Hack it was a boar head
& she was thanked & pitied
I am flapping conjecture
Your fifth encounter with forward motion
& stone propeller’s fall
& save my new driving gloves

i love commercials

the poem is a commercial

i am post-surgery

& line free

you know what the stewardess really means?

go back

w/ the peasants

all you got to do is think refreshment

& the paper blob is coming

but i was fat

& i am here

your personal broker

lovely & loved & for you