Lyn's

Ode to Frisco's

I love listen hand-hold

gay boys speak chatter

18^th near Castro shave heads

leather vests crem-de-la-

gold watch casual eyeing all takers

men once-eye women. Movie

minus wood clapper, sets.

Bozo backs into bike while I

listen smashes wheel gets out driving away

as festive men start yelling.

"What?!"

plays stupid. Knows

what he did.24^th AND MISSION FOR BART

The stoplights the

warm winds car horns

shopping cart birds

zooming overhead.

The palm trees wrapped

with ancient lights the

course of rivers of

people , shopping

tricycles, babbles in hand.

The warm light of

MidLate afternoon

Could Be An-ywon

'Poor' Japanese girl

accosted black man

so artificial, I'm

embarrassed.

Why she doesn't tell him

FUCK OFF?!

Because she can't.

Cosmic lessons.

So transparent, their inability to

be seen. Men; in general

so depressing.

TRUST

Check Cash

partition thick

bulletproof glass cameras

watching.

Painful orange hue tugs heart causes memories other times places send letters wishes hopeful

cards man drops butt; steps.

CIRCUS TRIX

I've eaten handfuls

of fire. Their taste burns my song

hot

with searing tears.

I've eaten handfuls of fire jugglers

toss nonchalantly upwards

through air

CATCH!

Mouth opens

breath out.

The All night donut stand-

up irony routine.

Man with bandaged, bashed-in

face man in wheelchair stealing

one-half cup rancid coffee

woman with man with bashed

in bandage face eating donuts

man with shorts completely off his

ass woman thin as dickens man

haunted look…. so-on.

SoOn. So on

Poison Guitar position upright hands sliding mellifluous

strings vibrations echoes walls

solitary rooms children's wallpapers peeling-crayon marks, blank empty circles'

notes with flags attached

Now!

Pauses infect lolls between breaths

next inhale, can shout, or whisper do

decide which one

Now!

.

.

.

Real time

Mist-train shrouded

imperfect mystery

quaint steps, steel track

rings gold shines

velvet melodies

hammer.

Verisimilitude

aging wrinkled drag queens draw long on

stained filterless cigarettes, dry like langours crinkling pastel hues.

people read to escape, and there, they learn.

Ashamed we create surroundings

not good enough.

YOU GET IT FROM KIDS

Runny Nose

Throat drowning

stomach ten seconds

from convulsing.

Blow sneeze

Sneeze Blow

does air ever

find its center?

MAINSTREAM

's tremendous current cataract

drops over FALLs study hindsight's

20-40 visions hunted days' compressions

to hours, seconds, years.

Pre Hoist. Telephone :

October

Drapes Christmas lights

say … what?

blink.

TWEEZERS

Quick hand gentle

Concentrate:

forage rings

shine bright-light gold/silver:

dearth of magic, manic

tremble-finger

unpretentious ?

A MOVIE

A split. . Ghost images

dancing

into and out of each other.

Terrifying.

My final word.

FINE DINING

Lined up with bums

on Mission, with misfortunes

on Market, for five gallons;

almost gone more gallons big ladles

free oranges, cake scurvy

insults rot no-dentist mouths.

Hot soup stale

bread for dippingfood is food.

Entertainment

five-star.

Pictographers

Magic Realists'

warped metonyms melt slightly

stretched surface tensions; reflect the

hidden Einsteins, jostling each other's

unconnected atoms

ONE MONTH OPEN

I am too late for DOC^s

notorious stumble-drunk

hangout where jiggers poured top

two seconds riveted

rabid alchiesgaze.

Yuppie hipsters line sanded-down

elbow rest

invade dirt-dinge Mission

first locusts' coming swarm

dressed far too well

for its littered sidewalks, outside.

SAME Thugs

DIFFERENT PARADIGMS

Glasses. Glazed looks. Suits instead of sighs.

Owner sold. Different owner

Bought. Rent goes up.

FOUR SEATS OVER

Cat eye ga

lasses rine

stone frames

deep blue glove

s green eyes.

wink.

2 baretenders

Pint beer meets

Contreau.

Smash! ing Dress -

Drips dry.

MORNING SWEEP POST

Empty dance floor smashed

Oyster shells aluminum

1/10^th its original

size.

Can't do the Living part

Person crying in class. All back and neck, neurological short-circuit

wants to be miserable, not interested in

practical suggestions why do people

spill toxic snivel-waste all over their

perfectly good sheets?

Hypocrisy:

I want to say

If your skeletal structure's stressed

lose fifty pounds! See

own

through

thin white

stress.

Standing

Shadow

laying on the

floor at one am.

full moon light

streaming in

Knee-Jerk

Books

on tables

same.

Faces in

hands. Sleepy.

Walls

covered in

old gray posters

echo

student

dying students'

songs.

Sharon

Hides

across

hair strung down

crying.

Face

contorts - mine ?

her

Effort to maintain

Semblance

Composure WHY

do we (have to) feel

so

alone?

Fields of Mine

Sun-dew

glistens

traped kittens pray

more captured

less

slips away

ships sailing

bright waters

stewards

drinking

down below.

Compact snap! Open

looking at

Time weep away.

(HERE)

Each cell.

Hello?

We assume they

cannot listen?!

Night flight

Flax hair

wet roots ? Scalp

glisten-child

roaring.

Moon eye

winks cloudhigh

warm breeze

Lullibyes

ZUKÜMBER

blending math w/ poetry

making symbolic hybrid architecture

with language metaphoric jargon

of narrowly focused beams

of human investigative

consensus

(consciousness).

The Stopsign you will

NEVER SEE:

Please

Take responsibility

for

each word

action

&

moment.

MANBIGSMALL

Going to

school I

met the 6'7"

Eskimo who

claimed he

was

BB star

covered in

scabs hema

toma left

arm

rope burn

round his neck.

"We used to

kidnap cats and

bet them against

the big dock rats."

he said,

and once I slept

down there.

K

(runs the coffee house on Church Street).

She's

here

always smile

for

ebbing dreams

early morn

steam

for

cups.

Fog

disperses.

K

Tram sits

stop. Cups in hand

sling bags

slight up

turn

corners of mouth.

K

wonders how she

makes the worse

better. Funny.

Does sky wonder

how it's

blue?

im·mure (¹-my‹r") tr.v. im·mured, im·mur·ing, im·mures. 1. To confine within or as if within walls; imprison. 2. To build into a wall. 3. To entomb in a wall. --im·mure"ment n.

GOVERNORS

chamfer

graft

immure

mongers'

injunctions.

NoBE Laureate

Unbalanced

PICTURES-IN

OUT OF CONTEXT

Slideshow

makes science.

Makes art.

Tllectatype.

MAnufactured obj(ealous)ects

are only rrrepresentations

of humansLabor. We are

symbols of emo(ut)song.

What Mars(x)

wanted to shine.

Did you know the word sabotage comes from throwing your wooden Dutch shoe in a power loom

to the chagrin of those

meant to shackle

and slave you?

Did you know Euphonies sound good?

Did you know?

Stalin's forced collectivization may have killed

did kill

12 million souls?

By starvation alone.

Ages try denying

their own world

A subaltern-

Orwell's Catalonia

(Homage to)

makes you wonder about

instructor tells you

he will never write love poetry a way

he did in his twenties.

And shame!

Why is it true.

Why

The heart?

The nines and its

sixes

parade

upside

down.

Poetry of atomic bomb

vaporizing discontents.

One high top

clean

primeval fireball.

Truth makes port.

Truth makes port-holes to souls. Judgment, construed a lock. What you Cretanize, silos, and sue-Ur good intentions. The immaculate will never get a key. The more guarded the information is, the more elastic the nature of the locking, devising ways to keep you out. Keys are illusions. Newborns are wrinkled like hairless dogs. And what you memorize,

is frozen in time.

The more guarded -the more vulnerable.

Poetry meant for moments. Exegesis tears work from realm of the sublime. Academicians need jobs. Loggers need jobs. No more

big trees.

Stupid arrivals

and dumb acts

are human

In the Mission

(forColon)

The district's name for . . .

Two bucks before Gloria's Class

deep in Europe, somewhere . . .

empty God

is whispering

Sit, dark cool pews'

needle-drop

Listen:

Your picture. Experientialist

life for lust.

Poetry is novel

waiting

to happen

1am

face down

puddle of \blood

urine

quick check

not dying.

I

The flower broke its bud as I walked the high wind

of a late day in fall. Carelessly so. I stoop to retrieve the causal;

and steep high noon of life already

to burst.

In moment to asking myself

I touch stem back

to branch.

II

In one week's time a light

remembering the slum, from very brilliant bloom

crossing passed. Returning, I discover broken

bud has opened. Before the others.

I I I

Because danger

Because death.

Makes is

The giant bush

by Todd's door with

thousands of palm-sized flowers

Flowers like that make it difficult

to get out of bed to

make it to school.

Luxuriating in sun

blankets so warm

green stems, rigid with sleep.

Pink endless yellow pollens

haze blurs vision

brings dreams closer

hinges creak door open

brilliant just-rained light

particle beams smashing

Intentions. Best-laid assumptions

Nine-0'clockisms, late

and coffee's percolating

somewhere god knows-

flowers are

the good day's work.

IN CAFÉ

METRO

meat an old

woman face

radiant smile

alluring eyes

pinned on

me.

In café Metro I

met a spirit

grinning she

was beautiful.

What is it makes

age irrelevant?

Hybridity |

we are now X And issues

what we make none

Of Ourselves Hills speech

there is a skies

nothing flower

here

to rejoice in.

Y is X

The people I missed, white paint black fingernails, candles wilting over hands, hot wax and prayers, for living dead. Dead nobody thought about, till night. Till we gather dance drumbeats, flailing wild arms and legs-the atheists, looking for reasons "primitive". Whitie in costume… Non-believers, carry crosses, flickering alters. Silk divides the procession, for some unknown reason, tripping the band. Like Iwo Jima, the flag fell-pick fabric back up, make divisions. You on this side, you on that music plays louder. In the din, I lose myself. And parades is over. I walk back to my bicycle. My world-travel friend. More than human dead,

that night.

Symbols for movement. Must let go, when it's time to depart… I hate to, reminded no money to buy more time. What will I do? Walking's for dogs and pigeons! Life remakes constantly… But how to start anew. To bed, like logs I lay, thinking stolen things, for functional gears of heart.

Costume of a long walk home, people afraid of difference, jeer.

In cool night of next warm day, temperature chills marrow

mused to speed. Kick crack of sidewalk

break … Relative strangers decide to write a poem together, at 3am. Paper between them, pen falling every which way, they engage the sensuous, stopping-when a line offers itself.

Candles with

deep wax light

cigarettes splay

smoke over

brown stained

table music

sounding ears

small

tinea

bones.

-Use

Food

like

smack.

In refrigerator.

Ice.

One extra for Road.

Donut server

asteroid face

crack smile

Irresistable.

Bartender with the big Irish Ears.

Love to.

every man's

1am thought.

Pool Madonna pockets

8 ball corner calls it

Wham!

Your shot.

Rodeo Clown

runs at them.

five friends dead

made thirty bucks, last night

Tells me about card game

Twelve hundred to enter

[Bulls out running, clowns serve drinks]

last one on the table wins.

[every year]

somebody dies. Fans

trying to be brave, [apart from

dead riders and clowns]

lay down

moonlight paintVictorians

pay the bills

concrete sidelight

he's an Apache bow hunter fly

fisherman [his] eyes betray [past]

lives lived his

telltale luminance burning

in burrowing-black badger

holes

pupils stationed

so many centuries after

those facts.

Maroon

Like Macaroon

chocolate. Red

shipwrecks white

foam sea blue

crystal vase flowers

spilling their

edges drooped

scarlet violenceveins

Collapse… Inner sun

chrome yellow

pollen dust

cull pedals

stuck where

stains dull the

carpeted floor.

Somewhere in Chaos

lurks sense

--CASH BUZZ

17 c in pocket

machine says $15.68

combined total all

accounts spits me

the $20 anyway.

$20 is cheap Tues

movie endless

cup of coffee large

24 hour cinnamon roll

draft beer happy hour

three stamps for letters a pen

that coconut macaroon one

phone message to Florida

fat newspaper round

fresh baguette

day end long stem rose two

off-peak tram fares

a

condom

a

nuther

condom

morning coffee muffin

a tip six grocery store eggs one

loaf squishybread

a buck video that 40oz malt liquid delight pre quarter-n dime for a bum with more money than you've had all day night (irony's a good deal) three bananas local Chicano stand slurpie® you couldn't want more and local color beyond most white folks would stomach packet of laundry soap a pound rice one candy bar two gin-fizzed smile eyes.

And I've heard 20 bucks buys you nothing.

Pinhole Camera

1968

Hanoi

cardboard box

thinking

makes cameras hard

to acquire

keep your film

safe guard

yells pullout expose the

jail's small dirty

Pin-Prick

Hole

subjects slip through-

ghost themselves

be seen

by ruined monument

where bombs fell

a few weeks

later.

(After enclosed photo)

kIDs

Gown Shirt

drapes

to linoleum floor.

Fake flagstone miniatures

Chubby Arm

tests mischief

waiting to happen.

Picture Frame Torn.

Table splays light worn

by outlet's wall

dancing off trees

Chair empty, facing.

Al X

Seven watches on wrists

What marks

make her move?

The largest stumble

of poetry is we

do it when

interminably

bored

it's raining we're

depressed

not enough sex lust for

rustic cottages

minutes hanging surf

crashing a mystery

distance.

Dear Jon,

I love snail mail.

Mail gives the artistic interior room

for tactile expression.

The paper is saturated with expression between-lines

pixels ignore. You can feel weave of the mind

that licked the envelope and

peeled its stamp.

Lynne and I have separated, I guess. Mostly by her

faith? Strength? Don't know.

Humans are so fragile.

Total devastation.

Death would be easier, I wrote. For death signifies end.

One leap. No more dealing.

But that's writing, you know.

A new beginning, I decided. A whole new life. What a

gift. Quiet multitudes. Listening. Wanting air-time

to talk their issues - as if

this would help me.

Weight of the world. A funny cliché.

Missing in action. No action worth

a time of day. Each moment sacred. If I had 71 hours to live, would I …. Spend minutes of seconds at this, what's happening

right now?

I recall a letter I wrote to myself

ten years on theday in the future's Open Me.

I have this friend. I don't know how anyone could have one better. We are brothers from - some other life. I am

so lucky.

Still holds true.

Untitle.

Her élan poised

the abyss on the abyss

falling into role models

gender stereotypes

snores.

Wake up Trisha Huh? You['re] life and

it's nearly over.

The sins of our Forefathers

The monument to liberty Race-Talks barks no bites'

most likely scenario. You! A year's suspension from the

coming games. Tempestuous coach, deep-breathes in

order to scream, "Screeee!!", whistle stuck

in throat. Warriors justified choking him, their ears too full of loud specific details. So artfully accomplished,

whistle's nick of time, fling from the windpipe!

Many contemporaries fall short of professed ideals.

Words and deeds are driven by

the general inconvenience of living without them.

Unequivocal promotion. You're back in the game.

Amen.

Public

Transport

crackling

PA sorry…

cutting out.

…delayed

worn-in over-

used recording

doesn't even

work

every five minutes

(on and on)

people broiling

under ground time

wasting

Can't stand it one minute longer

above ground

bus after bus, steam windows

crazy people gibbering nonsense wheelchair

where's mine?

delay

built-in elevator

activates what

a bitch but

cars jammed behind

and a good fifty

people in here

sardined?

Time draining.

Can't stand it, one minute longer.

Thousands of busses - none of them mine.

Goes with his Picture

The first * Polka

Great post Jazz

black*hand

strokes the

accordian.

"If it takes me twenty years."

met him. On

a Chinese street,

in the diminishing sun

graffitti thewall

he turns from.

Slaves

Hard to be a

dog-day tied up

with other dogs

barking Trapped

on a three foot

leash six feet

from a

fire hydrant.

all one typeface strong

lynne - eyes

fist bruised

instruct the

judgment

to examine

itself.

Spraypaint

The book w/the

embarrassing

frog cover.

Her Saturday

girl w / non-

erect strap-on

bulging under

oversized, washed-out

Levi Jeans

struts the

coffee &piss stained

sidewalk

next to ear-scorching

screech of Train

Brakes.

Escape Attempts

Personality types

the root stock of movements

colored by milieus

of fad, fashion, cultural

momentum.

Strophe

Rift