Monday, January 30, 2012

Dear Student

Congratulations!

You have been
INVITED
to my cubicle
to MEASURE
the cranial
dimensions
of one of my
many SKULLS.

PS. BYOC

Sunday, January 29, 2012

3

Dog your Christ
shoulder to the window.

Crash through the stained-glass
architecture of the river.

Poke your animal profile
out from the sudden darkness

of your body.

Whittle a revolutionary
doll apendage and axe

your way through the dream
catcher of intestinal cable.

Imagine your ribcage
a hot oven mitt, now

grab ahold of something risen.

Focus on the space
just above your forehead

and forget about that
first batch of cookies.

Your milk-mustashe
will lead you to the mummy-oder.

This is where the unravelling occurs.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Remote Control

Coming out
the boob-tube,

unnecessary actions.

Those hands will
yank the teeth

from the lapdog.

Some hard-ass
will entice a snapping

turtle to bite the end
of a pair of channel-locks,

then with a quick
twiste and jerk,

decapitation!

Monday, January 23, 2012

One

The celestial position
of organs has emerged.

I wait like snowdrifts
for those star-puckered lips

to belt my face into Orion.

I let the wind feel me
out like a needle on a record.

A calligraphic text is detectable
in the bone-white

resurrection of matter.

I move in pelagic cyclones
from days to decades.

I leap through conifers
with the urge of a primate;

blood-moon eyes rattle

like mummies then disappear
into the mountains with the quickness

of night.
The valley unfolds.

I am alone in this village.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Camelus Analysis 001

I guess I
never noticed

the way
a camel's foot

looks when it
makes contact

with the earth.

A lot
of squishy

skin jiggles
around the hoof.

The Hominins

*
Come here
antelope;

I will hold
your antlers

in a sexy pose
with other men

all scrolled out
in chronology.

Real tough guys.

*
It is evident
by the shapes

of our heads
that we were

attracted to
the alien women.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Pillars

Some people
think that I,

a man of
the humanities,

can't possibly
know anything

about science.

I have taken
hundreds of

pictures of caterpillars.

I kick it
with arthropods

eight hours a day
seven days a week!