Hands Off

1. Somebody Else Wrote This

"This is for my gray people, all night & day people,
burning black plants planet people, alien stars &
veggies creep-pole. I turn her hands around to face me
because I cut them off, they're still bleeding. This is
too much for me. I'm not a handyman. I'm just a
handsome man, donning chaps and Handsome Dan's
wristwatch--you know I stole it after I chopped his
brands off. Why do I write about slicing? Ouch these fluids
are sprightly, ozone can be something frightening
at lower altitudes on the nightly, not up high where
it does its job so... so brightly."

2. I Wrote This

Meander like a carver off the stone out of the way-out
far-out blissed-out kicked-out kicker N. Colorado
I mean punter for a plot to murder this here's a plot
to murder this is a crow left of the murder this is a
crowd sourced solution to murder: gain weight, turn
around and leave. Don't hurt her.
TV at home and the oak tree with
it's green leaves you look like heaven this morning &
oh how bright these sheens of white green gross loggers
brown & orange & yellow & black tints of urban net-
workers slowly slogging and jogging from here to there
to there to another place where, quiet, with hands this time,
newly grown, no--they were here all along--this was a
nightmare--just the other day--networkers loggings contacts
and contracts looking like gross daytrippers snorting
headlines like clockwork orange & so forth.

Soy Nuts

is Spanish for I Am Loco
spanish is spanglish for english
I like geometry because of the delicious angles
I like angel cake because it is delicious.

It is more fun to talk about things that I do not like
life is not all rainbows, ponies and coco-nuts.
all too often it is dog shit, scraped knees, and minor difficulties.
if one is trying to be funny, he/she should focus on the negative

if he/she is a he/she the negative will be apparent
but tranny jokes are not yet pervasive in society
so my earlier axiom is not without exception
plus most trannies like where they end up anyway

SO IT'S A MUTE POINT. Silent night.
Christian night.
Holy night, batman. Give your life to the gospel.
Go to a black church, you ain't never want to leave.
Ebonics iz much sweeter in song form

The poem I declined to read in class

What she remembers
was the garden burning
and the morning after
prying tubers from the ground.

It was not her choice;
she'd have rather left them
alone.

But the young ones were starving
and she could not deny children
newly homeless.

Apropos of nothing

Apropos of nothing
cousin to the dogfish
waiting; wanting; THIS

is a crayfish; this [a sun
set] looks like tomorrow;
people believe in dragons

around the world. What
we wanted, of course--
what we wanted.

I grow like bitter salt in wounds--the pain thus mounted is what I'm saying, adjusting, always adjusting to the something that we run up against, like soles to the pavement, huh? How do you want me to kill you? This is a question that instead of answering I want to burn, along with everything, with the rain and trees and plants and birds and prisons melting like a gold sunset until, unicorns, with wings for once, settle down on this satellite plane, dusty and stray--and the desert turns into an ocean with a meteorite thus landing, exploding, calcium carbonate turned into bitter herb dust in the wind, toxic, toxic, fires worldwide, and the dinosaurs die, and the lizards shrink, and the Jurassic ends, and what have we been give. That isn't a question but a reason as to why I have laid four forks on the table and a dull knife and a gun and a cutlass.

Plants and People

There is a hot new wag on the street. Watch him wag
his tail like frail lettuce echoing some maintained,
glassed out, flossed out, drossed out doldrom
--WHAT i am saying is that we are people, after all,
people like drugs folded in a fat man's groin fat, hiding
from cameras but not dogs, no, they can sniff us out,
unless we have that stuff some smart Jews had in
Germany that made the dogs unable to smell--know
what I mean? It's not too soon to talk about the Holocaust.
Every time it's brought up everyone says
Whoa, now, this guy is coasting too far
off the track, into the woods, danger & fair warning,
like a sent of mildewed clothing or shit. Okay,
bad things happened. People kill each other. Sometimes
whole groups are killed for reasons as simple as
"Jewish." Can we explain this as any thing other than
a terrible human trait? People have done fucked up things
to each other. I'm reading Hiroshima. If you think what's
going on in Japan now is bad, read that. Another (was
there a first?) bad comparison. My point is people
are people are people are plants. Some of them
eat insects, they are evil, they make poisons that kill
us, plants are actually better than people because I don't
think they have consciences -- the ability to know and choose
to do good or evil -- although I could be wrong. But some of
them make poisons stronger than your mother's heart
and some of them make potions more sacred that a cow's Indian(a)
fart and some make love water so sweet you drink it (nectar)
and fall in love with cowardice. Marijuana is a stamp act so
tax it, we are people after all, people falling over people
falling down the stairs and out the window. There are fine
moments everyday. Keep your eyes open. Keep your hearts
strong. Your hearths open and stoked up and lit and
don't burn anyone that ain't trying to kill you. This is possible.
And only burn thorns, unless they are the thorns that protect.
Thistle was Scotland's oldest moat. And pain isn't fearless
nor is it sometimes quiet. (It is.)

Masterplan

There isn't one.
Oh no, call me san antonio.
Who shot dallas?
Who cares.

The subject predates the predicate.
I live in the projects - educate
I sedate and medicate
My dad's on medicaid

Or is it medicare?
Who medicares.
healthy care is better
free care is not like carefree

carefree is not like car fire
cease, fire. You're burning up.
Would say you have a fever
but you're not a you, you're a flame.

Red hot chilly papers