Red Tin Noodles

The sun, that yellow spider’s web, revolves again around my head. The ground, alive and full of meat, pulls back and down and grabs my feet. Seems the constant need one feels for elevation ties … Read more

To gulch or to disgorge, another mesa forge. Environment is in like flint or bears who covet porridge. To butte or to abut, tree or adobe hut. A rock well placed is soon erased. All … Read more

To a beetle eaten young, I dedicate my tongue. I’ll cut it up in thirds and feed it to the birds. For words will not suffice the nature of this vice. A beetle eaten young. … Read more

The shameful reek of radishes. The nodding head of lettuce. Somewhere a red onion weeps. Black olives pitted against whom? Someone must control the whole, roam the outskirts of the bowl, armed with pepper spray, … Read more

In the pulling tide of time we seemed to lose perspective. Visionary acumen appeared to drift away. In the threatening twilight, hiding now our sole objective, voices sought out silence although much was left to … Read more

How to describe a hayfield without sneezing? Or portray the sunlight slanting through the barn as more than dust motes aswarm? Even the cat running the fence above the flowers caused him significant problems. Rilke’s … Read more

You’ll have to go on inner wind to get to the heart of the cartoon monkey. To see the numbers dashed and sinned. The alphabet, your average junkie. And down the stairs of other worlds. … Read more

It belonged to a little old lady. That hole is just a decoration. It’s supposed to smoke like that. The shedding is part of its charm. The wobble will self correct in time. This is … Read more

A wallet lost in Buffalo was found in Montreal. A couple in the Grande Hotel espied it in the hall. No money left inside it, and no credit cards as well, but photos there that … Read more

To tattle tale on spies is most unwise. They’ll boil you in contempt and baste with lies. Though vigilance defines a freedom lover, they’ll put you in the ground and call it cover. Their evil … Read more

Gigantic youth. Ruler of the jungle gym. Chewing crayons like pez. Unearthing the sandbox. Grown to colossal teen. Eating the phone book. Pimples like doughnuts. Squashing the school bus. Redistributing. Redecorating. Head of the class. … Read more

I’m going to buy some chickens down in Chinatown. On Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat, their entrails on the ground. They’re disemboweled daily. The pigeons have a feast. It seems an end, alas, my … Read more

We love your work. But it hurts our eyes. Though the meaning is clear, all the words are fuzzy. It starts out on a high note but never ends. Though it’s perfect for this time, … Read more

The cows have overrun the field, making the carrots juice. A band of gypsies in the trees have cut the apples loose. And morning finds the farmer in the dirt down on his knees. He’s … Read more

I’ve never seen so many big red noses. Or people stepping on each other’s feet. The air smells of face paint and rubber hoses. It seems there’s naught but bozos on the street. And as … Read more

We met in the lower register. My wings set her hair on fire. We agreed upon a moon and put it in writing. The heavy type was used to build our dream house. A first … Read more

How soon before the pumpkins rot. And leave behind the orange dot. The viscous game, decomposition. Sunrise as life’s last musician. Aswoon, the fallow season drops. The moons lined up like lollypops.