glamor levels hi

(if you can make it to the end, there is an appearance by Robert J. Baumann.)

Four goose nests at the duck pond this spring — the first nest of eggs hatched, and we followed them, or rather followed the humans following them. I like what happens at 47 seconds.

I think we’re property

money
observed all my own eloquence

rending disaster against the eighteenth century
images reflected from the convenient miltary
no less these commercial crews

the populaces were seeing the vigilance
and at midday and at six

too sentimental
with their accelerations

I finally succeeded one day
fantastic

flew wing on that giant
from close range

Hours and hours and hours
she were dead
she felt a curious coast

The Midwest

Struggling to burst the fetters of neoclassicism
you’re a plucky girl
soft and cow-like

alive and kicking the magnificently general epithet

Meanwhile, life is very anxious
seldom the top of gravity

Tomorrow Ode to Void

But, you see my head being brass
the furniture was screwed

as pawns cause a little
men have like ten thousand dollars

I felt that modesty
innumerable trinkets
all sorts of depressing thoughts.

Ate for the Hall of Fam

Received a letter
smelled of vetiver
was very timid
poor little story
urging all alone that
octosyllabic trench

Oh Internet, I hate you.  Last night, midnight o’night, watching wobbly citizens on stilettos with awful golden hair.  Spring Sunday.  A mixtape for you, if you believe in having sex.

Three from History
1.

Certainly we shall have
English Poetry

the antlered avant-garde
over the hemlocks

the oldogy
we call Science

Athens
in a freer manner

Tails up

2.

the self-checkmating indifference court
didactic as the moon

told you over and over
ART is more like

Percy Milton Shelley

3.

Poor Utrillo,
after a consultation
he painted scenes from postcards
bowed with snow

I should not be afraid to drink
standing in the apple orchard
“intellectual”

more in my flickr kittens set (+ collaboration kittens with hms)

more april poems