• Cold Lost Marbles

    my ice skates on a wall
    lustre of stumps washes his lavander horizon
    he's got a handsome face of a lousy kid
    rooming-houses dirty fingers... more »

  • Cut-Up Poems from Minutes to Go

    at land coccus germs
    by a bacilmouth Jersy phenicol bitoics
    the um vast and varied that
    specific target was the vast popul - - - -... more »

  • Dead Whistle Stop Already End

    Ahab to his companion falling over there in any out from the dawn

    skin staring stirring unbelief he strode towards a long... more »

  • Fear and the Monkey

    This text arranged in my New York loft, which is the converted locker room of an old YMCA. Guests have reported the presence of a ghost boy. So this is a Oui-Ja board poem taken from Dumb Instrument, a book of poems by Denton Welch, and spells and invocations from the Necronomicon, a highly secret magical text released in paperback. There is a pinch of Rimbaud, a dash of St-John Perse, an oblique reference to Toby... more »

  • My Legs Señor

    attic room and window my ice skates on the wall
    the Priest could see the bathroom pale yellow wood panels
    toilet young legs shiny black leg hairs
    "It is my legs señor."... more »

  • Pistol Poem No. 2


    Who Controls The Control Men
    Who Controls The Men Control
    Who Controls Control Men The
    Who Controls Control The Men
    Who Controls Men The Control... more »

  • Pistol Poem No. 3

    Power Is Often Very Quiet
    Power Is Often Quiet Very
    Power Is Very Quiet Often
    Power Is Very Often Quiet
    Power Is Quiet Often Very... more »

  • Spain & 42 St.

    Language like muttering pant smells running silver scanning

    Passed down the Arab Street in the gutter patterns... more »

  • Where Flesh Circulates

    Its so hard to remember in the world - - Weren't you there? Dead so you

    think of ports - - Couldn't reach flesh - - Might have to reach flesh from

    anybody - -... more »