Where I Came When I Was Married
so I’ve thought
It’s exactly like this is tit for taught
tight
unbalanced unbeamed unthought
sounded
sound out sound loud I can hear you scream
it sounds like sound the wedding bells ring
OH jesus
this is is is not boot camp is
oh good how it is not is
but if you think
about it
you it for a while are because
if you think
it
was
who
are is
but through out I’d like to think
hello good to meet you
this won’t grow old in a new town now
front lawns manicured
for the lawyer’s consent
have the total unsubmission I oh no oh is forgot
gotten into the worst cases
I’ve cased myself in in the case of cases
and I caress
because I love a whole lot
and I like the touch of skin
and moon
and the blue of the light is through gazebo light blue gone soft
it is only light and only
under the un for there no one gone no no no one gone
understand?
it
is
like this
see
you have thirty seconds to answer
and leave
left leave leaf triple eee leaf Montreal
it is in Canada
it is there where there is AHH
oh
and OHH
um how to go from here her hair under there the
mantle piece
it is secretive
and sensitive
and not easily misplaced places are placed in places
god
it is really horrible
how difficultly simple I find everything
(whistles)
it makes me want to quit
under
the spreading chestnut
you motherfuck
oh
how to unthink for I’m in under the overhead
THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME TODAY
gone is
my simple thoughts though thoughts think stupid
squid
unable my ability makes me sick
I’m capable of everything and the city is bright and big is this
is is over swervey curvy lover
o hot shit
O this is what poems is
it are for this I go for you my loved
oven mitts and catfish sticks stucker stick
how on the microwave you fit the refrigerator magnets next
unperplexed our children sit high
they are high president
today perfect
set the table sits
cable television
oh fuck where’s the baseball game my whole world holes-in-hold
o hold on on for the gotten in the glove
I have spoken
with the manager
I’m still in
I’m sure that I have plenty of innings left you looper
(LAUGHTER)
this is not far from over
and where have you been
this is likely to have gone on forever ever after mother under the table
get up
it’s not funny anymore the dogs don’t even bark
fuller gutter fucker
the way the grate would ask
“…
it’s a good
thing
I’ve plenty of children?”
you think
I should have babies in the woods should have in
but
where’s your lumberjack
sweetheart
where’s the ax to cut the thing from you for un oh
uffff
god
this
is
making
me
sick
I think I think this is not always
what my dad calls poetry
HELLO DAD
but this
oh
ugh
un
ufff ooo
it hurts like a motherfuck
I’ve got this ache in my neck and in each knuckle
oh nickel
fist first
meet me in the back seat set suck fuck oh damn well please
bye the garden well
by the garden wall
meet me by there
we’ll talk
you and me
yes fucking you
you heard me didn’t you
meet me by the ocean wall
I’ll call out sand sunned in Sunday teeth
I’ll call out cabby cab under the café roof come to me oh come
it is not bye example I lead my lead rope
roped the dope there in the shower
you’re cleaned
by the hope of a good person that
you
believe in
sounded by the back of your throat
you say:
GOD BLESS AMERICA
and there were things
under President’s fingernails
that sounded like tea is ready
ding dong
oh get the fucking door
in the council
you had your hour
in the town
you found that there was nothing left but cooking shows and time
for making babies
why’d you have babies for
because I like to fuck
why’d you have babies for you knew not to ungot the married sorts of knots
I thought it’d be fun
oh let’s all get married!
I’ll meet you in the park
you bring a ring I’ll bring a ring a ring a ding sing my ring is lost
I’ll marry the fuck out of you anyway I love you see
this = love
I have always thought this is of is are to be is too are not god under
GIVE
unto myself as I Have under myself You
it is oh so sexy I feel hot now
This Is A Happy Valentine’s Day Poem
I hoped you liked it un up oh I oop I
Hoped unto un
I hope oops I oh my good god ud
I hoped
for the sake
oH this
is MY
Greeting CARD
I
think it is done
now I have made
You for this
I think you’re wonderful
under
Christmas lights
I’ve got your nose
have you NOticed
I’ve given notice to the foreland landlord that I got out
a couple months before
I was born
It was what?
Shit Logan I thought you thought
but You’re very very stupid.
I don’t think there was music theirs there was it?
oh too many twice-time questions
I like to do that because I’m not smart
where were you when I was born?
I was born:
SEPTEMBER 16, 1977
1:57 P.M.
Kaiser Hospital, Sacramento
where were you and what were you thinking?
I think I was thinking
I think this is what:
oh light what light is this oh light I wait now for music
that’s that that’s what I thought!
I think
good golly how Holly was hot
in Ramadan
I thought
but it’s never going to get old under the FM/
AM in the morning
I hear
prettily
my sound begin
in the morning the real sound begins
after my dreams and you dream and we’ve dreamt
and I think we dreamt it
don’t think it you under the chestnut remember
I sold saw owed you a dollar
kissed your bridesmaids
placed my fingers inside you
where the ring gets lost
where I look as always I do go down
weeding gown and sawdust
I saw you however I am a big fan of honey and the sickle and
a sick amount of sick shit my house is full
don’t ask
I like to talk dirty during sex and
forget I was born
forget it
I have no death to live
I have not shame same in the sea see it was there where they left me
I hear the ocean all the time
and it’s more disgusting than pretty
You think
You know
EVERYthing
but you don’t and that embarrasses you as much as it does me
as much as me as is for the who are what is how?
you know
you think you do
think
about
it
TAI CHI
I used to walk from Chantelle’s place
on 45th
in early morning
and see it done
off the sidewalk streets
with no real need
for afterthought
and that’s what I think
this is about
the no need for afterthought
the only
under over give in this is
it is there already
given
gone for the naught
I’d like to think
there where they move against the ocean
more gracefully than it
these people
moving
where I leave people
and it’s over
and there’s the gracefulness nest of grace
it is not really given but accepted
I have walked along
city streets and thought
I am not holy
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