Post-Cut-up Bad deal I

slick archway on egg
all slow an even
earth like time
you overhead,
everyone,

thought machine
empty sockets
on forget yolk
fried out
any top meat
through the archway,

figure never fish
remember this wallet
by 30-dark, imagine
the fruit you like,

lobster never really
watch earth
and street cycled
in their shirt
the lobster earth written
of red grins

even the purse stink
yolk fried toothless number-

I watch teflon canvas
dock turn top
every corner selling red
watch and right machine

with fish red drifting
seafood started 1900
as lined wipe my hand

the kind of grins
sex red of time
you fish right
100 playlists
each by cloud,

left of teflon
canvas dark eyes,
year in,
fruit sun
dark ,

last night
on last pen
dark 2000 seafood
I fish mostly
it lined the machine 30-
settle in and
empty sockets

sun their hand
a mushroom
grins
impossible
earth written.

silent in the glow of a cut-up roadside

unknown day signs split the wooden street;

speak splits will
     yields

road almost oh the porch
     am silenced
          in will the
               splits off
                    silent alone
                         face

porch splits street
     porch not concrete
          fenced its cars;
               breaks

respond ever never not lost
     and unknown
          not ever
               silenced

day silent directions off
     I speak wooden will
          porch sidewalk weary
               splits horizon day
                    removed sun breaks
                         alone weary night cars; silence

Starbucks on the cut-up

serif font, in serif font,
heart of darkness searching,
ntent great darkness
searching eyes
insidious eyes
insidious cardboard eyes
insidious blind, white bland.
intent great heart windows,

uncompromising.
remorseless.
cardboard intent.

We're getting there on cut-up feet

the sweet lies of glory great and hands
screeching voices thin strips of--
cartoon features metallic on blood
still order streams their cold caked thin spout
part bottom dead bodies drifting--
combat the tides--peace sifting tides water,
heh carrion stinking like their sea into acid
squeamish georgia in with noose--
bands of still heaving feet--into--drifting pots plop
bloomed glances in flip walk
great in swimming needles--into halls chilled--
gray--carving for rain wings a voting
sweet carrion stinking waves--rip shift clouds--
dusk candy spells--gray--misdemeanors cratered
rain acid searching chilled--gray--carving sea features
metallic bottom noose--bands of screeching voices,
 swimming needles--into--wherein--fog
Saturday great sinewy cry--lissen--cartoon noose--
bands of great needle splat mind graves with--
wherein talons with children of glory--sorry glances--beaks!
to accept spring rain acid flooding graves and mark--
these gills thick eye no sorry drawls--heavy chilled--
gray--carving acid the talons this noose--
bands over rain acid suits corpse for noses in sinewy pots
plop eye mine like shelves beady leather crusty rain has sprung--
spring cry the goose beady callous vultures graves--
cold melting splat mind cry--sea chanting touching lissen--
shelves drip legs clouds--dusk irradiated in peace
sifting glances feeding carrion stinking heh of technophemeral waves--
rip for gills and mark this--motion ship lies dead--
proper me--in streams streams with flowers
rain acid mornings irradiated line of voting clouds--dusk

Cut-up Opening

hard-boiled lives
lives the story
report oily 3 has their suede incident,
he ordinary Box says "oily directions now boy,
man brown on a man in post boy,"
lot reaches the roar
nothing cover head
flashing called the drug at opposite suede,
incident story parking oily 3,
 has for Box town agendas a ordinary called:
"typed typed bumpers cruel story,"
head office head mobile ordinary hidden line
lamb on turn, "mince this."
the evergreen lot aluminum door cover shook on buttons
H&H of town agendas poor roar
nothing in curled hit brown in evergreen drug at end hidden
want hidden story? engine hidden? No.
suede, incident and ordinary brown typed drawl--

Silhouettes of cut-up geese

of moonlight we blear in horizon driven
blear east moonlight we waters washed
embossed on receding trees

horizon driven east strokes deep
petal on hands
hands hands of petal
on like sky waters strokes

They cut-up and left together

two watched pick girl's light and hung feet
while against gray looked shuffle--and--
the bodies the still we stop subway lips feet,
carton girl's Malls left
each jerk thinking dazed cover of age
as Pall to rider to some guess Pall by feel and control
those dazed scratch--
was and shuffle
her stop the old head cigarette
the close--in control
those two for chance
even between stop hung noise
and feet while to-to--
at watched hung for her
soul subway
the her willing waning and her leaned
Pall feel in open rolled pack
her guess move
not watch red leaned Malls
girl's feel waning watched to addicts
and feet while fidgeting rolled drab light
guess of pack lonelier light
watched two girl
we soul shuffle
than stop by car
all some chance if case
Pall wish light stop
and age pick soul or her
the brakes shuffle.

exposure cut-up

     "pass pipe dying or ugly thanks sick"--what's that as card he crowd sewer silver exhaust long up long doesn't rain laziness leave out, rest, moans?--"and homelessness as walk with rest be up"--dying that drugs the grate "hey just to credit downcast them"-- somethin wanna just "ashamed going eat me thanks ashamed going street"--dentist filth costumers die death guy can costumers soul ashamed.
     that's street of been. i've assholes dollar on grate, walk ashamed. doesn't guy gentle, them-- never says "lunch man might by lady of carry ashamed street" says "to and corner i've me on moans"--and dollar and himself got you anyway--"security those bum cold be ashamed" exhaust homelessness apathy laziness drugs. us out wanna soul homelessness see should "hey snow snow" i've those us honey should him as street on soul drugs should hunger says you--"security maybe cold seen to laziness filth" open pipe me hey grate up! open wanna let for now--
     never

How our cut-up flows

sewage suburb flows
what suburb?
distant needed scarecrows known--
the know flow rainbow the oil cooing
sunflowers and known needed--as over
their distant dry and by brown water legs
when distant twin make face ever you'll--
colored one grows no by 20 water and the hangman--
about dying what dying what--?
here, I'll suburb needed cut and grows
in by ever
and their 20 here
I'll down--
dragged blue beneath.

If this is light, let it cut up

bleed you fissure galaxy

     life on unclear universe
the future something
     palm mean always this-- 

she me nor is in it's am 

     you fades like the nothing 

he nor remember world 

     even the is--she is me 

tells timeline world way-- 

     galaxy life fading here 

like clairvoyant way-- 

     there's it like hand 

here it in parallel strong 

     fading galaxy life cracks-- 

is fissure something but mean-- 

     says they are away 

neither meaning world 

     even through he always--

that line pain parallel 

     death there--

space it repeats--

     never galaxy life maybe maybe--

her galaxy life 

      fissure worlds who is 

cracks strong milky other 

     but through you? 

repeats 

     I palm 

I line 

     are--am?

fades like hand be world 

     even it--these in space-- 

there I there--

We're getting there on two good feet

into this sea of gray--pulling on thin
strips of leather cut by irradiated knives
hung from squeamish clouds acid rain
acid rain think globulus melting pots
plop plop drifting over straight-lined
states of green fibrous inaction--yet to
accept dreary blood caked worlds
of cratered beaches and swimming
needles--into this--motion of waves--
rip tides yank mothers from their graves
and children with dead hands cry cry--
sea of--meaningful glances hard features
metallic ribbons for searching eye candy
spells--gray--misdemeanors in the cold fog
Saturday cartoon mornings screeching
voices in the technophemeral clouds--
dusk dust of shelves lissen lists of dead
bodies still shuffle to voting halls spout
part lined sinewy drawls--heavy heaving
feet--into--an afterthought--this sea of--
wherein lies an overabundance of callous
vultures with beady hateful chilled--gray--
carving beaks and talons and carrion
stinking like bloomed flowers in the
Colorado mine water flowing spring air
opaque mountain streams of cold sewage
feeding feeding flooding a great well has
sprung a great leaking ship sorry sorry no
sorry more think crusty thick innocuous
black oil for the gills and throats of peace
sifting to the grassy brown bottom of the
sweet smelling corpse of the noose--bands
of legs in marching order shift body splat
mind goose wings in combat suits chanting
touching their noses heh heh he heh mark
these guidestones in glory georgia proper
the thin inky line of drip the needle flip
walk with me--into this--

Cold Opening

hit by the man from wattsville
outside H&H pharmacy & drug
at the far end of V-A-1-7-5
caved the door in
shook the wheels
intel says he lives at a PO Box called No. 3
has a land line reaches in
curled through post office tombs
brass buttons and aluminum bumpers
cruel cover story poor boy story in
evergreen paint and blue overalls
stewed drawl and skewed eyes
jacketed in oily brown suede,
incident report typed on mobile device
reads a hard-boiled parking lot stand-off
double agent engine roar
nothing out of the ordinary there
nobody turn their head nobody want to see
wheels mince words in opposite directions
now we're on the lamb
on the lookout for this town
agendas flashing an afternoon shade,
make a hidden score.

silhouettes of resting geese

above the marsh washed with strokes of pink
the sky reflected deep like rose petal
on mercurial waters below

black trees embossed
on the receding horizon
driven east in blear of moonlight
we held hands in the ever darkening car

They up and left together; The Pall Mall Girl

she looked lonelier than the pack of Pall Malls at her feet,
carton left by some passer-by for the subway floor
there was a chance cigarette or two left
each rider thinking to pick them up, even if you weren't to smoke
just trying to make a score
but not a soul willing to make the move between her legs
so tension hung in on the car
all eyes at this girl's feet
while she leaned her head against the Plexiglas partition
headphones in lips pouted eyes going nowhere fast
clothes drab gray old and waning still
we waited we watched and I couldn't guess her age
as her bag slunk to cover the rolled tobacco rolled paper
arm and hand relaxed in dazed lost sleep control
those fidgeting addicts wish scratch feel watch
red light and doors open close bodies move and feet shuffle
the abrupt jerk of engine brakes subway stop noise
and by the next stop in case you missed it
the girl and the Pall Malls were gone.

Exposure

     hey man you got a bum might wanna dollar somethin to eat maybe hey thanks lady pass by credit card carry lunch crowd thin dirty dying sonuva but just don't let me see flesh out on the sewer grate street--dentist says "open up now open up"--dying of hunger just as long as my eyes can walk by downcast or up above over filth should be ashamed is ashamed never worked a--security on it's way guy been exposing himself to gentle innocent costumers outside corner deli--"shits can die and leave us alone a stain on our public soul
     ive seen those lost ugly assholes beating rain snow cold on exhaust pipe holes sick sick sick"--what's he going to do with that cash anyway honey drugs death ugliness homelessness it's a disease laziness apathy doesn't move like the rest of us shiney silver feet and if--the street sweeper moans--and if there is anything left of him it'll be too much for me to see--shudder shudder--nakedness that's stark unclean what's wrong with them--
     nakedness