My Brain

My brain is the size of a grapefruit

spilt in half each hemisphere

connects through my spinal cord

to my trillions of body parts

There are more connections in my brain

then there are atoms in the universe

Even with all my cells I still smell

the shit right after I step in it

We’ll Do What Big Business Did To Canada’s Air

 

 

I am starting a smokers club. All smokers are invited

to join.  We are going to go in front of the capitol and blow

smoke at everyone.  We are going to walk around and blow

smoke at people. It is going to be our hobby, our purpose.

 

We will stink the whole square up and if they complain

we will ban the bible or milk or mothballs.  We will smoke

outside, our big pipes and cigars puffing, our little cigarettes

smoldering in the Midwestern polluted air.  

 

We will smoke outdoors and then go indoors and stand

very close to anyone who turns their nose up at us

We”ll stand right next to them breathing and cupping

our sweet butt smell at them. We’ll cough and spit black goo

out of our mouths -out of control we’ll get I promise 

Lots Of People Have Hobbies

Lots of people have hobbies

you know -knitting, drinking tea,

playing sports or cards

 

Scrap booking, collecting automobiles

-stuff like that.

Things to occupy their off hours

 

Smoking is my hobby

 

I smoke

I smoke. I do not smoke in my house. 

I have a cat.  I do not think my cat

needs to inhale my cigarette smoke. 

I accept and respect animals that do not smoke.

 

I understand smoking is bad

for my health( and Dixie’s too). 

It is dumb, like eating a cheeseburger

or eating pound of tuna in front a cat. 

 

It is bad for me like diet pop. 

It is bad for me like driving cars. 

It is bad for me like war.

 

I never saw a Governor

trying to ban war though

-so maybe smoking is worse 

 

I’d Like To Place An Order For 2000 Drones

I’d like to place an order for

2000 drones please

May I get them this afternoon

 on same day delivery? 

I’ll pay extra

-I’m very eager to get my drones

and start the murderous

rampage of my future

 

 

You’ll not take my

tomatoes without a drone

farmer brown 

I Don’t Trust These Good Guys

I don’t trust these good guys

 

They have drones -I don’t

Its competition

 

They’ll rape me with

their drones

I have to have drones

to send out before their

drones’ get me.

 

This is the game

I have to kill before I am killed

The other big brains want to kill me

So I am going to kill them 

 

 

The Drones Are Getting Better

the drones are getting better

someday they will be so good

you will only have to push one

button (instead of 17)

to send the missile down

on top of someone’s fat head

 

The drones are headed for

better maneuver times

 

So many positives the drones have

they will kill the whole world

and not lose a good guy 

Anyone Could Have A Drone

 

Anyone could have

 a drone and hang out in my

corn field -waiting for me to plant 

-waiting and then gun

my dumb ass down. 

 

They could send them in

the strawberry patch and demand

 strict obedience 

 

And even I the great land owner

would lie down in the dirt and grovel 

and die

It Is Easy To Imagine A Thousand Drones Flying

It is easy to imagine a thousand drones flying in

on your wedding day dropping flowers,

streamers, confetti, balloons and missiles

To you and your new life, go out and multiply

the drones need target practice and more hands

to push their beautiful buttons.

 

It’s the new soldier, home by dinner

The lifeless wreck that kills the entire village.

 

The ultimate sandwich – blood sausage

There Are Drones In My Cereal Box

There are drones in my cereal box. 

They are in my coffee beans.

There are drones in the dryer. 

The drones are everywhere

taking pictures, sending the pictures back

to the nerds who are playing the drone games

 

There are drones in the nighttime sky

and in the bright morning blue –hovering

in plain sight so that all the town folk could see them

if they just looked.  What goes bump in the night?

 

It’s the drones and they are pretty and shiny and save lives.

They are digging in my cabbage and bending the tops

of the pine trees and they kill people

lots of people -the drones don’t care who

but the nerds, well they have orders.

Piss Off High Things

I woke up from a dream about you 

-the one that I keep having

that I never tell anyone

about (Selene doesn’t count).

What is the point to speak a dream

to a fat hoarder human

 

Who’ll never guzzle inside

my brain or in my lungs or my…. 

It’s a shame, though

It was rather risky with all

the grabbing and swishing

and the way your eyes

became the ocean -well

 

Sometimes I think, like you I have

Helio’s hands but then that

old and hurtful  Mnemosyne comes

back and I realize

 

You, you are dead Henry

like my brother Jesus, you are dead. 

Is there a heaven for poets? 

Not that I need to go anywhere

but it seems a waste -all

this effort- if it doesn’t piss off

Shakespeare or Blake or Uranus

or you, Henry

In a little bit

In a little bit I am going to get dressed.

I’ll put on my best clean pants and my best button up.

Drink a waterfall and make a bathtub of green tea.

 

In a little bit, I’ll clean my ears and brush

my ego and go out into the forest to pick icicles again

but right now I’m gonna sit here and eat a heart sandwich

Rose Roots For Brains

      

 

Henry has roses in his ears. 

I saw them when he leaned

forward to pick up my blue

diamond coat

 

Do you think he loves anyone

but me, do you

 

Henry has amethyst for eyes

blessed by moonlight they are

very shiny and cut in perfect angles

to reflect why, last week, at his wink

the stinky leeks sang  with the morel mushrooms

until he kissed their cheeks and ate them. 

 

Henry has trees for legs.   Big old growth trees

and he can make them into saplings or any another

house size he pleases.  All the worms of

the forest know him by his stump

and thud but I know him for his secret

pink rose buds

John Smith Smelled Like Shit

 

 

 

 

 They are still teaching

lies in school about John Smith. 

I am not sure what to do about it. 

 

I thought teaching lies to children

was something that stopped in 70s. 

They teach the old lie

that we were taught and mad for it .

 

 

Was I the only mad for it? 

I Believe This Year

I believe this year is going

to be the best one yet

I have regrets about the past

year (too much war salad). 

 

 

This year will be better. 

I have gps baby.

I’ll go for rides in the country,

down winding roads

that eat up barns and fields. 

Moo cows await and little cheese

stands in front of church steps. 

This is the year of sticky rice.

This year I’ll go to poetry

readings and read poems

out loud in front of people

I do not know but hope to. 

I am full of new things.

 

Pass the ham please

 

Bananas are the new hardwood

 

 

 

You know how we were talking about that guy

who went crazy from writing

 

and then we got on the topic of how a person

can go crazy on writing, it becomes a passion

than an obsession. 

 

I don’t know exactly what time it was

but that was my yesterday.  I went

into the attic and could not make myself

climb down

 

Do you like what I’ve done with the place?

Welcome Home From The War

 

Brother is home 

He has made it safe

He is with his wife

There will be peace

for at least six months

in America

 

I’ve Made It

I’ve made it, almost

to the point of turning back

Socks without holes.

Two friends and a headache.

Did I mention the mini van?

 

The cold came before I could get in the

habit of wearing longjohns. 

I suppose the last thing

I need is a crispy donut.

 

Hey friend, what the fat is the matter? 

I cannot guide you.  One of us is dead. 

I’m an one woman mayhem

I riot in the streets alone.

Yell and wave hands-

scream war-war or peace-peace

or stop the evil please

 

Stupid is not political. Stupid

comes from not enough

blue tuna in your diet.