Reel

I can tell you about something-
A glossy swimming hole,
where we swing and read
Shore-side, skipping rocks that ping
or splash in tandem with the jokes.

Eight hours of work forgotten,
as quickly as flat stones
sink, brushing along the smooth silt at the bottom,
rolling with the crayfish.

A fisher on the opposite bank reels in his cast
slowly, mimicking the jitter of the water-bug's gait.
My friend pages through Frank O'Hara
even though Williamsburg is the punch-line for everything,
and New York is one hundred miles away.

Friday

Fraud.

Afternoon

Slouched in two plastic lawn chairs
a beer, a cigarette -
The naked sun sags in the afternoon sky, glancing off
untrimmed grass - punctuated with parachute dandelions.
There are two wooden faces, rotting
we used them as soccer goals -
Chalked with spray paint caricatures - left by an impassioned graff artist.
My friend has a name for the glade, he inherited
from his older brother - The Field of Dreams.

Bats

Manacled wretches jutting from under my bed,
clutch and clasp vehemently at my ankles.

my pulse escalating -
my eyes clench.
The room changes fast:

Picture yourself diving down technicolor tunnels
churning into delirium, then landing, serene
in the shaded summer canopy, sleep's languid flux
carries in waves, over boisterous beasts -
transforming claw and tusk to a plume of vapor.

Unharnessed, it ascends on a winged silhouette.

Incognito

Weather

Tonight I am frozen - framed by Vonnegut's Ice-nine
Tomorrow I will build momentum,
rumbling through the spritz
that leaks from the looming overcast,
to heat-
to fuse-
perspective into fluid cohesion.

Taxidermy Horse

Taxidermy horse - for 400$
Free shipping,
please allow four to seven days for delivery.
A white mare with a silver mane -
She eats bullets, drinks crisp chardonnay
and gallops in her sleep.
She reads Faulkner and loves to bathe
in the mist of Waterloo -
Running with red-speckled cavalry,
valiant.

The Revolution, Man!

The Coolest of the Cool.

Gothic Film

Is it obvious,
Tim Burton might be a necrophiliac.






Ballad of River Phoenix

Beneath the lime streetlamps of Los Angeles,
Bonham Carter likely elopes -
with
River Phoenix's 23 year-old ghost,
to glide over golden streaks of acclaim.

Together tracing favorite side-walks,
skating the sleek wake, paved
by rime laced apparitions -
actors, musicians, and obsidian-clad models.
The most raucous of the rock-stars,
head-hunted by the dusk, revel on.

A brother, fizzling after a rally of brilliance,
felt a phantom congeal, in that marring interview.
Hip-hop, shades, and a beard - like rust.
Bizarre as the legacy of Thompson's psychedelic dream.

The most silvery ice is a guillotine,
too slick -
to heed premonition.
too fly -
to be forgotten.

Underwater

Perched like a shark in a tree,
Two sets of teeth -
The air in fresh waves
undulating in the deep sea,
I am
the transcendental vigilante.

Daily Life in the Jurassic

Poetry

For LD



Sunrise Surprise


I woke up this morning,
pissed in a beer bottle,
shit in a pizza box,
and put it in front
of my neighbors door.
With a note that read -

"Part of this complete, breakfast."

Inspiration from the Gritty Underbelly of Society

12:35 AM

I am indefatigable like the cougar in the sycamore, with bright, green eyes.

Electric Smile

I am starting to run, faster, and faster into the night.