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are you coming to community supper?
tonight the earth comes up easy, palmfuls
burying ourselves in mountains like sand dunes
there's them and them and you
like a golden tooth
if i laugh like barking
if the river cool breeze knocks
hair out from behind your ear
my skin, dry, cracks, booms,
rain then thunder
going to sit on a log
under a branch, crashing, crashing
wind whip the world is barrels bursting
okay, so hold on by a finger, rain and sweat
hundred mile and hour dam bursting
crash crack boom
the door shuts behind us.
there is a rectangle of yellow light
that's new
--
all trees look like that now
but they didn't used to
this is a big clear day
with a lot of walking space
by horse
i highly suspect
that was you that night
navigating brittleman's hollow
deftly and with confidence
back then, the leafless trees
tended to crowd
and a featurless moon
unmoving in the sky
hung
a group of frogs now gathers
in a shady spot by a drying-up puddle
hello frogs, and a good life
from me, who made the face
on the moon
--
--
his fan theory
is that all The Companies
died actually on Y2K,
the rest of our lifes is a
dream of Time Warner Industries
in the moment before death
well, i'm not doctor,
but i actually got sent
to the hospital for drinking
too much
the steth - o - scope:
it got stuck in my chest, oh the hubbub!
they gave me a gift card
i searched every hallway i did not
see Time Warner Industries anywhere
in any of the rooms
and that's another myth BUSTED
--
did you hear alice cooper is going on tour?
yeah, they're playing a show in kc and one in como
--
she has she a very good girl dog
wag wag she can do a cool trick called bang! bang!
dog goes to lie down on the ground
she and i go to sit on a stump
this must be
the world's newest stump
i can still smell
the rest of the tree
it's the dog she's back!
no more being dead
here is a treat for the very good dog
--
they took the wall higher
with a series of extended
arches of stone.
just heard
the last song on my list.
i was at the dentist getting
a tooth yanked. the song
came over the radio. i jumped
a little in my chair. "you
okay?" said the dental
assistant. with my mouth
full of fingers, i declined
to explain. i will have to
cross it off the list when
i get home.
when i am with
someone i know well, i also
know this city well. alone
on a rainy night walking my
dog, i know myself. this is
me: a large oak tree with
some exposed root. the
branches are looking a little
too high to easily climb.
there will have to be some
shimmying.
what are you going
to do? blue hand winter is
over, that is only part of
it. me, i have done a lot of
stretching. i am going to go
on a run.
--
--
i am so so sorry oh my god
are you hurt? are you hurt?
i feel real bad about this one
all those fish squeezed up and made stew
and this stupid *whispering* absolute /dummy!/ *points at me myself*
"where's the flavor?" uh huh uh huh
straight up fish in broth, that's what me what i me brought to your table oh for sure
but no see the apology is to those fish
who i wrote about two years ago
standing with my dog by the lake outside A.T. Still University
who became psychic entangled with this dang dummy (myself):
friend, i'm telling you,
every time one of them dies out there
i get sad for a week!
--
come in talk to me
the winter trees are curling in
try on my coat
for a taste of evil
the dusk
has made my houseguests restless
kneeling waiting
(the dialogue
in a littlemade home on fairview avenue...)
you're right that yesterday
this heavy knife
down my nose and out
would be a death thing
but fortune telling
figures in, (it always figures in)
so:
a catalogue:
of this galley ship:
washed up on the shore of our lovely mississippi:
impossibly tall and just as wide:
miles and miles and miles:
blotting out the sun in the early hours:
sitting stoop on morganford
i overheard an argument
the quiet upstairs exploding into scream
shattering an antique
and oh,
you notice my scar
its recent appearance
if that's so
and we have met before
i'll ask boggs to light a candle
for our reunion
--
every one of my friends
is so funny
it is shocking to me still
they are comedy experts
they have so many jokes
god their minds have to be working
just about a thousand miles a minute
yeah they were probably
very funny kids
growing up and learning the ins and outs
of cadence and delivery
now these "grown ass adults"
they can really knock your socks off
every hour you remember and you laugh again
i mean frankly
it's amazing
and it keeps happening
and they'll keep doing it
they're gonna be old and funny
they're gonna have one of those cheery funerals
where everyone chuckles and wipes up a tear
and every eulogy starts with a joke
and i wear my heavy coat
in a room full of revelers
sweating and laughing
--
--
there you go
it keeps tearing--
see? there!
well lewis, your ring got
fucked up in my dryer
plus it's,
still about two hundred degrees it wont cool down and it burnt like my whole arm
"oh, you don't even--
lewis is going to be PISSED
i think lewis got that ring from
somebody who went on and DIED
lewis is:
(big drama pause)
well,
lewis is going to kick a dent in your fricking effing
dryer!"
--
i have or i'll say we all know
i have had so many teeth removed,
at this point,
everbody in this room has more teeth than me
you think your mouth is small?
mine is actually constricting--
constricting constantly smaller and smaller yeah they,
they... they have to remove about
two or three a year and let me tell you,
it has been a lot of years.
and to you in the porta potty:
you think restricting yourself saves you,
that removing yourself
to the smallest room society knows
gives you the smallest amount of teeth?
the world is my room.
i piss in the sky
i have so little teeth
my mouth is going real small
and i piss and shit in the sky