Yogurt & Raisins

 
Battle Cat Galakta --

where's my surf today?

 
The gelled fruit snack

was nice at three.

 
I want to go hiking

in the cool autumn jazz

w/ my new astronomy books,

ones with sky-charts & yeah.

 
A butcher thrust his hock,

baffling a shoe detective.

 
I was on the radio, alive.

steel wool

 
sugared

couples

 
waiting for

cold gland blend

 
beer burp

wedding cake

 
nachos later,

strip steak,

holographic

sauce!

 
get back

to those sweet

green onions

 
it's cool enough in here

for a cookie-dough 'hum'

The New Saturday Circus

 
11:23 PM -- Corridor Nine:

 
We're set in stone-glue,

heel-to-heel-to-head,

& Daphne's whining

& Little Charlie's wheezing

& Bobby the Kid is laughing.

 
The wheel keeps turning

& the Governor will bring us

more lemonade & bullets.

 
Help yourself to anything

in the liquor cabinet --

except for the absinthe --

we're saving that for Xmas.

ink words infinity

 
the sleepwalker's sorrow:

unsure? tired? true?

we'll clue you in tomorrow

morning, right after our

breakfast of rattlesnake eggs.

 
Standing in line,

feeding the hungry children,

shining shoes,

blackening eyes,

mixing mustard,

laughing at the astronauts,

shouting louder,

crying with the ghosts

   of aborted leopards --

 
I closed my eyes & removed

the turkey from the icebox.

 
That's what my

grandfather called it.