i'm old i'm fat and i'm tired
death is waiting at the corner


answer the door baby
its younger men than me
more than eager to take my place


it's daffy duck
hanging on a cross


& this as good a place
as any to be and make a mess


always being on and perceived as threatening
i wouldn't be caught dead holding those bags


all those conversations to go
& throwing out the styrofoam


magnifying glasses to dead grasses &
dry bones at the bottom
of the bottle


everything fought so hard for
and won


and then, not so much


accumulations


small weatherings
here and there


a ceiling leak
an attic full of trash
left to the kids


it is not to be taken lightly
in the abstract
it is tangible


a tendency toward heartburns
& palpitations


who will run around the parapets of my alamo
while the general sleeps one off
in the barracks?


there's a storm brewing
a real heroin cloud


a sexy golem
covering her bare breasts
with her hands
and screaming


tonight i'm googling
"what's wrong with robin williams"


bungling directions
to a market for this shit


hot trash glowing on the floor


red lights are not a lifestyle


nothing but red lights for fifty miles

okay so white
plains i’ve seen
your trees aching
like some carpenter’s
unfinished business

this gravity’s afterthoughts
sliding toward the hudson
(that’s a river)
the ice mask of your rock faces
danger

failing some dope view
from fart coffin tower
this broadway stretches
its rubberneck

*cough&*

how is who a hamilton
& what are frogs

how to get a-
heads don’t talk to one another
and so form no center
of no owned universe

starburst and feminine hygiene
i swear

the front seat bickering of these drivers

leaves me tired
and roadside

empty wallet’d and an open mouthed

in yawns dreams of beach street
some vagabond refu(g)(s)ee

your seasick sailors are nailing it to the church
doors at 7:30?  8?

what horton hears is not a who
but steep and winded
cellar steps

dry rot near the mrs.
in the countryside

adheres not at
all to these code

if i shudder ‘neath these lamps
and hold still still breathing easy

what dreams
what bests will come
to feed upon
the beast of me

who because i was to you rusty
thirty six years help me technologically

the album release feeling
that marked the end
of a certain stage 
of your life

was that not the kings

use is who was a very big struggle
the but i think home

no i have a lot more confidence once again
because once you weigh all that time
everything else draining away from you
your confidence lemme

boo saw me they'd sometimes six years a
most will wait forever lemme

because they were prepared to II
and the movie myself
that was the hardest thing to do

who wants to be wardrobe for these bad dreams

from pittsburgh to lebanon
pushing a stone
i was born out my momma's ass

floating on the skeletons of giants
face down in the lake
w/ one eye open

a white noise of insects &
smoke, still

fire, still

will someone be my judgement
& final

i'm buzzing in
my face lights up

where everything's all natural
i'm toast!

my identical selves
line up behind me
like men looking to pretend
to look for work

the heart bloats and sags

it's big sky's
it's little window's
clouds of impossibility

no one dances
no one makes it rain

the burning sensation
in my throat is pastel
and for rent



my last for the last time
was "this is my last
for the last time"



one day we'll grow up
to be a cautionary tale



the end purrs in the direction
of our armies



mushrooms grow out
from them already



their fates tied up
in a diet of worms



we disinfect ourselves from one another
in our criminal lineup of human evolution



calling tuesday night
from wednesday's trash



watching a bruin on his side
on the ice



surrounded



who carried this fire
who brought this ruckus

these old songs
this old blues


the horror for anyone
peeking under the hood


solve the puzzle girl
go tell it to the mountain goat


that lesbian isn't a lesbian
she's an actress


there's no fruit on the tree
within arm's reach


the rotten core aching out
the heart of the thing


these evil companies have been good to me


the science convulsive
taking deep breaths
working the bar of soup in its mouth


eyes on the ticker, alright?
the DOW cha ching
shaming all those love songs i sang

[]

A complete, 360-degree fog bow,
created by the headlights
of a car in fog.

The Brocken spectre
and glory
         are also
     present.








    []

     A fog bow, solar glory and Brocken spectre observed in San Francisco.


         THEORY


        Glories are not conclusively understood.



         GLORIES IN CULTURE


        C.T.R. Wilson saw a glory while working
        as a temporary observer
        at the Ben Nevis weather station.
        Inspired by the impressive sight,
        he decided to build a device for
        creating clouds in the laboratory,
        so that he could make
   
        a     synthetic,
        small
        scale
                    glory.
       

        His work led directly to the cloud chamber,
        a device for detecting ionizing radiation
        for which he and Arthur Compton
        received the Nobel Prize
        for physics
        in 1927.