At the Smith and Jones | looks like nothing ever happened except everything's wet, singed cork rubbeth face, pay concierge/owner in red-checked pjs for Ross' 8 nights decapitate writer head and sacrifice to gods of buried vocals |
| DugRoth says id Keats Was here in our burgers He'd slug him every time If he played the Welt- Meister? Double Slug. West Nile Virus Strikes Bill Five Times Tho' he's scared to enter Queens, despite status As honorary Met | Metro musician speaks: "If the global workforce continues to be decimated by disease & natural catas- trophe it will be necessary to clone a workforce. please give in advance to help create this force in exchange for these accordion songs. Merci." |
It takes a dick | three nines, plus fifteen two fours king high, lose five two fives ace high, lose five nothing ace high, lose finger right index. Zilch, ace high, lose left thumb ten and seven pairs, get thumb back, doesn't fit. Two fives hand back thumb. Six high lose hand, split. |
| The moral right of the author Has been deserted And tearful words that rhyme You are not crumbling and You are tired of crumbling The moral continuum Of the gobot's heresy Has been dejected With feelings of paranoia Thank Augustine, for | like Leonard Nimoy you and I are made mostly of water. But when the assholes play ukeleles and gloat about cheap rent the sight of the world quarters me. Thus I regress shame and embarrassment fucking up the life |
| Many otters are also Making current loans Whilst unable To find the function Button next to the Pause button. While you were invisible I was privvy To the seamscape Brutish preconfiguring was there | end poem with gambling write out dreams another personal rule broken to quote face death unquote, with apologies to the just now stomped roachie. "they were all my friends and they died," an old thread and a new one |
| Coptic are, blue lady Bahrain coin, midnight Medoc, Eddie snickers Insects attack, denim guy Who robs drug stores Yearning to speak: Cocktail fugitive angst Ball refuses to be thrown Be not frozen in cigar Store scared to emote | basically we need a cultural tilting of the bowl or diseased markets. Interrogation chairs pile up outside guides. Primitives drool intelligence. I can't find the light. Two degrees outside. The city at odds. poetry is my strength clothes are my weakness |
| Nobody comes over And never leaves anymore Incidental back to a sill Calm, poignant and terrified Volunteer me a busride Chase middle fingers with bats Blooming by the pond I did not hug the tranquil Endowment after a wedding Drank everything I could | pigeon now weird big books everywhere jogging in hollywood t-shirts we raised this park and built a pond by which to shoot movies they shot us on the pond and it was the best I hate that dog I ever had feeding with a bottle |
| Now Eddie's bored People invented God To excuse their bad Habits this roach Says to me. There Isn't anyone it Even wants to imitate Eddie and I play anti- Chess, both begin In check | now Ross is gone bearer of sock herb impresser of exiled temps. Um is my comment, leaking uranium on the sea bed. Others tilt ever so slightly swoopward, blame the spiritual outsider |
| At the reading reaching For the bar food "Well We've got to put those Subs somewhere or else Sell them as staples Of a fast food fat Reducing diet. Find And replace he said I see a crabby Peering through a crag | passenger next to antagonist all my darkness is product I sell it your way as wisdom you lose blue, use red I see my feet sometimes artificial's the right word clinical joy unreported poke a hole in a blanket and with your head go through it |
| I've never met any Mysterious musicians Sorry. I wish They stopped saying Lord, and ended This Pope business My relative Clapp Died at the Alamo Let's give Texas Back to Mexico | the original of this poem is available for $5,000. When I sell it I plan to buy a debris slide. I'm broke but I make more money than my parents did when they were my age |
| Solid boundless freefall My connective tissue My fine citizen centering Circles this frame Upside down flying Back first into Woods, flipped Over handlebars Brake cord detached Leaf imprint on back | what is interesting about him is also what is wrong with him rendering him electable he's the guy who poses for trophies, biologically but he is turning into bio-seitan, to be eaten by a despicably healthy human extending a lifespan |
| I can get a sparrow With a bow and arrow I can buy anything Cheaper than you Who wasted the miracle On the dove? The subject is SAME NAME. There's nothing To cross out. $5,000! Have a happy warning | if you don't understand don't be ashamed to ask three times the answer is TIGHT-LIPPED you have won $30,300 can I have a glass of water? the Americans had Judy Garland & we had Edie Piaf he was set to do another season of Superman, then he was shot |
Copyright © 2002 by Anselm Berrigan. Reprinted from Zero Star Hotel, published by Edge Books. Used by permission of the author.