Pittsville

what color is that expression
red like a slapped peach
down below the grating

        slack stick cuts out
        bam dink bam dink dink
        might as well be a noose

what symbol does carnegie hold
a stop sign, a yield sign, a searchlight
naked like a computer technician

late at night and trotting all around
trot aloud like it’s a radial line
that’s driving all this steel down
in Pittsburgh

where my white and green
make the chrysler building

        shave up the side
        step out the top
        who are we kidding
        it’s a big dick

with hollow logs
filled with steam
burning up the agencies
menopause directors
burning up the clowns
in the cafeteria with fiddles
and two fingers

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Who’s Got The Last Laugh Now

mean moments picking off the rows
turning with the shot and make the sailor
suck down a glow stick
little fish head earning wings
ugly singers with braids
dark horse hair brushes
on paul’s beaver helmet
even the sweaters
have hides inside
and you’d swear it was
a nickel in your pocket
but it was a european dollar
with portuguese interpretations

this honeycomb is a bopper
like a middle name you cut open
to fry your hands and a teaspoon of oil
and a teaspoon of shortening
and a teaspoon of butter
see through muscle man
tending drinks with his left
on the back of your leg
leather seams indented
a cigarette name backwards

could be sonny bono
but i hope its wreckless eric
you’re wearing dots
looking for a reason
to stomp on kiwis
fill out your resume
and check obscene 7
obscene 6 and rotterdam
in constant ascension
a battle ground

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If My Guitar Was Red

the work at pass
with the sound
each collection
is a step

of sorts
imagined
of sorts
illiquid

little purse
muddy fingers
reduced soda
residue

cotton high
to black shoe
to tile grout
and down again
for another
good day
good day

the sort of thing
you pay to
my golden wave
i can send a check
but not today
I’m salivating

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Cocacola

big wry and ben
putting down the papers
i say in halt
streets um yes with full light
missing step well yes

afloat head
and a big hat old cheek eyes of a bell
certainly pier running into squares

white tooth and jacket
you and me on the floor lemon tree
salesman calling pull down the acrylic
cry circles and strings soda machine
acquire the right bread and stick it up
the dreadlocks grandma hates for tar
fizzles and prawn sticks
white tooth and zipper
up and down the seabed
into little speech
about what you guess novel splinters
stuck inside your dry finger

we deserve affordable books
to all mammals and americans
pelicans and pigs deserve laughs
to make the ending clear
deserve what makes us happy
so what

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I Am Spectacular, I Can Teach You That

where the ducks are angry
like a hateful still life we wanted

warned so the kid with the gun
brought along his fear
of what worked in this egg world
but did it anyway while her black eye
didn’t open

pull up the rocks and use the fingertips
to scrape off the dirt that sticks
in the bucket for rue you carry eight or nine hours
on your back like a bathroom noun because
the walls make you play

all the dirt is building dirt
it can put your picked brick block
in the red zone again
make it a carpark again
no it can put your parents
in the minute again, you’ll be blackjack

I’d name you whitney and let you crash down hill
I know better than to sell you cartridges
I am spectacular, I can teach you how to do that
so get real fat and funny in your tweed comedian

to soap bar in the sock
got used to wash the bruise
this would be a park again
if the drain got dry