light of heart
sprightful of tongue

"man, that's heavy, dude!"

loose thy words
let them fly
free and high

"whoa bro, tie me down
that is some way deep dope!"

from rightousness
come words scented
as fresh mornig air

"man, you say some bad ass shit...word!"

what is the secret
of the little black dress

to reveal
the darker vixen
prowling slowly
inviting nibbles
daring
every proximate manfool to try

or simply
expediency
a sophisticated functionality
while still charming the appropriate occasioners
downtown or up

undoubtedly, I am way off the mark
but then again,
I am often perplexed by simplicty

marimba giddy
one leg mambos, one cha-cha's
life is a surprise

dear darling muse,

I am resigning my position as a scribe in your service,
unilaterally disolving this hierarchical relationship.

of late, I have become aware that your entire existence
is totally dependent upon me being me,
bringing us to this awkward moment.

I am taking over.

you shall be retained, though now in service to me,
while I will be calling the shots,
choosing what shall be written;
subject, style, form, and content.

you, as always, will provide your usual flair and artistry.

piercing a bubble of oblivion
a squeaky chair informs me
I am still alive

snapping, twitching, poping
(a small vocabulary indeed)
yet, implying as much as
all the earth's magnificent poetry

something I had almost forgotten
now, something I will never forget

I'm looking for my father
his name is Joe
friendly guy
likes to talk
I'm sure you know him
bar stool droop
callused elbows

after a round or two
backslapping
bragging
buying drinks for everyone

middle rounds
boisterous
bullying
braying to the holy mother of God

final round ends
either tossed on his heels
or passed out on the bar

I'm sure you know him
his name is Joe
friendly guy
likes to talk

I find no dignity in confession
the alternative;
explosive
eruptions
personal acts of terror
upon oneself and vicinity

so I write it and write it
and write it out
over and over
again and again

for your sake
as well mine
fuck dignity

reticent
to step into whirlwinds
of rhetorical debris
screeching
screaming
hell bent on decapitating
poking tongues
slicing deep
sharp
and savage
into lifeworn channels of intercourse

storms can instill rejuvenation
but the utterly destroyed
do not, can not
recuperate

some think of themself as inadequate
useless as a bucket of spit

some think of themself as the greatest thing since
Ben and Jerry's double mocha chip

they are dead wrong
you know it
I know it

this leads me to believe
any assessment of self is suspect
at best

bucket of chicken
pail of coke
tub of lard