Freestyle # Eleven$

This is absurdist
observe it.
What the word is?
Hint: it's in Kurdish
(or cornish) game hen
we're gay men.
Not homophobic like Kobe
or Tim Hardaway,
and oh by the way.
he's a slapdick.
Slash that movie slapshot that movie is dope
hockey sucks though, ice skates and pucks, bro
that shit sucks yo.
Stab you with my skate
first person ever to do that
so that's something
why don't you write home about it
on your phony ass macintosh

Am I Memorable?

Have you ever had the feeling you wanted to do something profound, write something profound?
But it doesn't work like that.
But maybe it should.

Ubiquitous equity

This is ambitious.
You're a piece of frost
I'm a piece of toast

Delicious.
you were born to butter bread
and I was born to eat it

This is advice.
Heed it.

This is virtuous.
Patience is a searchthrough
frozen time with a dash of vanullah.

Yogurt, you go girl.
Baby don't be sad
low-fat.

You're so that
I'm so this
I'm swiss.

Like from Swaziland
Totally switzy, man
totes fuckin swiss.

Swedenland is bliss.

incense & opium

there are pipes of grass
made by the elephant

bowls of wood, specks
of amethyst; you know --

your actions speak louder
than the woodlute, but not

the piper. your bathtub,
etched in copper, we found
out back in the woodlot ;

i cannot explain how beautiful
you are, a morning jog, i can't

show you the grace of a moment
or if i can, my flag flags, you know...
a droopy sedimentary chevron.

nobody rallies around a column
of simple wood, unless indeed
the intent is to murder
or, more likely, bake.

Conversation (imagined)

Guy: "Darling, you are truly my most prized possession"
Girl: "Possession? You don't own me!"
Guy: "Ah, I should rephrase. You are the most important thing in my life."
Girl: "Thing?"
Guy: "Listen, fuck you. I'm trying to express a deep emotional attachment to you."
Girl: "Oh. Thanks. Lovely."
Guy: "Well?"
Girl: "Well, what?"
Guy: "Don't you feel the same way?"
Girl: "Oh yes. Of course I do. You're like, awesome."

fat man, on bus (AMERICAN FINANCE)

from the gills of the heart
to the folds of the flesh,
a fat man, falling inward (& yet
you wouldn't know), is a size
too big, too big to flourish, but
too big to fail (naturally) -- i.e.
small enough yet to function
to jettison himself outward; smiling,
this morning, with largesse enough
even for cancer (why not? smoking
kills too, baby) he's just a post-coitus

bleary-eyed stranger with rations
for himself and his neighbors, is
immaculate. a fat man, gotten lucky,
on a bus. smiling all the way home.

My Body is a Temple

A temple of doom.
Indiana jones' arch nemeses are Ohio Smith and Illinois Anderson
I re-opened a wound on my leg, now surely a scar
bleeding builds character
Sweating does the opposite
August blows
Breezes are nice
clouds move swishersweet
chimney sweep, chimchimcharoo
chimmichurri kangaroos
always all hopped up
all ways are highways