always almost somewhere

A series of fragments joined together with the cracks still showing.  Rejected by a few publishers, I think, but I like the way it works.  Or attempts to.

HERE:

the future is the ghosts of cowards raping your children

and isn’t this
what you wanted?

weren’t you assured that
casting your vote would only ever
change things for the better?

did you just keep sucking
whatever cock was
shoved down your throat?

of course you did,
you mindless fuck

UNEASE

THE UNSPOKEN THREAT

IN HONOR OF SEVERAL MONTHS OF REJECTIONS

A couple acceptances in there, but not too many.  

I think the possibility exists that I'm out of step

w/ whatever passes for "good" contemporary poetry.  I can live with that.

3 current titles listed here, $20 for the set (includes postage and handling, whatever the fuck that may be).  Drop me a line if yr interested, I do PayPal, which is how you know I'm legit.

And, seriously - dig that artwork........

WORLD WITHOUT SOUND

3 early electronic publications gathered into

one print collection.

Available here:

PRELIMINARY SKETCH FOR JUNE AFTERNOON

clay

And here, as the faun approaches the

sleeping woman.  As the first shot is fired.

Blood, yes, but not from anyone

you know, and it’s an old story.

 

Picasso opens his door to the news of

a friend’s suicide.

 

Pollock sits by his kitchen window all

winter, waiting for the day he starts

painting again, and the ending has already

been written, but it’s this silence that

matters.  It’s the lovers who will be

left behind after the war takes hold.  It’s

the myths that will be devoured.

 

We have never invented a god

who wasn’t hungry for power.

TO THE SKY

A NATION OF ASSHOLES W/ GUNS

I still stand by the sentiment, and the poems.

Available here:

in amber

walls of rooms filled w/ dust,

on floors, on hands and knees and blinded
 

sing w/ your heart
 

grow scars
 

this is the place, you see, this house

where the dying man lives, and
there is nothing any of us can do
 

no blood on the carpet, but a sense
that it could happen at any time

a window
 

a back yard filled w/ fireflies and twilight
 

stand there, barefoot, wide-eyed, emotions

carved from dark, sticky wood

speak names softly
 

breathe in the warmth of

overwhelming joy
 

be as still as you can

until all laughter has stopped

DEEP IN THE SEASON OF SUBTLE VENGEANCE

IDENTITY THEORY

6 POEMS FROM ABOUT 15 YEARS AGO:

PICASSO - WOUNDED HORSE

MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU'LL BE KING

MX-80 is still around, but I'll be honest - I haven't bothered with any of their recent stuff.  I loved Ralph Records back in the day, which is how I found out about OUT OF THE TUNNEL, and from there I worked in both directions to fill in the empty spaces.

Not quite punk, not really metal, more than just artsy.  Formed in the mid-70s, so you can sort of see the same musical mindset that powered Devo or Pere Ubu.  That same isolationist (Indiana in their case) vibe, creating something unique with the weapons at hand.

Atonal, dirgey, twitchy, repetitive, powerful stuff.  Monotone vocals, occasional synth or sax stabs, each song lurching towards its own unique conclusion.

I think I stopped looking for new stuff by them once the classic Ralph era (early 80s for me, anyway) came to an end.  Once the Residents botched the ending of the Mole Trilogy, I started to lose interest.  MX was gone, Yello was gone, Snakefinger seemed to lose his way after his first few records..... 

It was an awesome run for the label, tho.

FLIGHTLESS, HOPELESS

LIKE A GHOST

A WHOLE LOT OF HURT

SELECETD SHORTER WORKS, 2006 - 2007.

3rd PRINTING AVAILABLE HERE:

NEW WORK AT YELLOW MAMA

HERE:

WOUND

MAX ERNST LANDSCAPE, 1942

TIME AS AN INFINITE WASTELAND

TWO FROM MORIA, EARLY 2000s:

TIME AS A DEAD-END STREET

ONE FROM BOXCAR POETRY, 2006:

ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT COHERENT SPEECH

2013 INTERVIEW, PLUS POEMS:

DE CHIRICO'S DREAM (#1)

with such brilliant light pouring from our joyous godless hearts

A selection of work from

six years of continuous motion (2007 - 2013).

Buy here:

A COLLECTION OF FRAGMENTS FOR THE AGE OF BURNING TOWERS

My shortest poems have a tendency to get passed over

by editors and publishers. 

It happens.

A lot of surrealism, half-formed ideas, abstract autobiography

and so on and so on.

This is a sampling of them.

Millefiori:

METAPHYSICAL INTERIOR, EARLY SPRING

...AND WE WILL MAKE SUCH BEAUTIFUL GHOSTS

GREY WORDS FOR THOSE BRIGHT BLUE DAYS:

PHOTOGRAPHING YOUR SOUL

NEWS FROM THE BROKEN WORLD:

ABOVE THE PALACE OF DYING LIGHT

IN THE PALACE OF DYING LIGHT

HAPPY THOUGHTS FOR GRATEFUL FOLKS:

THE LAST GOOD YEAR

WORK FROM UNDERGROUND VOICES, 2007

Sort of the late-early period of the online 'zine scene.  This is what the historians will say 200,000 years from now:

ONE OF US WAS WRONG ABOUT THE TRUTH

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, I'VE BEEN TWEETED!

And by a stranger, no less:

PAGAN DAYS

So, Amazon has my name wrong on their page, and a couple of loons are selling used copies for over $50.

Still, it's a good book.  Do yourself a favor, tho, and buy a new one for only $6.......                     

ONLY FIVE HOURS AWAY, WE COULD BE THERE IN A DAY

New release out by Landing, they have a serious history of awesomeness.  Some of their earlier work was a little wispy/folkish and lacked a distinct personality, but lately they've just kicked into full-on shoegaze-krautrock-drone-experimental-postpunk-dreampop badassery.  They have a Bandcamp page here:

Has, I believe, just about their entire discography.  Definitely worth a visit and a purchase.