The Blackwood Press DUB 'log

high so high
as you type on corona lightly
feeling the talk in the silence
play across my shoulders
down my lower back
Wait!
they have been gone
but ten minutes too long
and I have yet not to sit
just like your name
I had a Joe-lt at the door
my subconscious went walking
heel to toe on your shores
watched out for jellies
watched out for sharks
watched out for the way
and still got lost

now I lament
as I stabbed my index digit tip
clearing the rez from my pinch
I’ve snapped the beans
already shucked the corn
now just stole a nip of wine
sitting by the typewriter side
in air conditioned coolness
the dry air evaporates
the moisture on my skin
taste the earth
and taste the fruit
tickles my palate
as it washes down
the Dakota Line

I am a veteran of your foreign war
just like money or settles to score
I implore to let go of two more
so I can or may, give back to the poor
fighting over maps and directions
she flogs my wisdom and looking/finding skills
by pinching my thigh with blinding reflection
she’s a fruit in big bird shoes
quoting primal attraction to same sex Jews

like an endless supply of sperm
Elmo may learn that external genitalia
is something not to seek
or just something to learn
especially within tenets set
through heads of Lutheran Schools

finding much more than
looks under dresses for risqué peeks
burning fever bush looks like Oscar the Grouch
in the trash she learns of all the she needs
those infertile and fat pouches
bleeding hearts growing downtown
soft like sodden ground

This side of the moment or mountain
Names for a baby, bottle nipple high
Near a dead animal dumb and counting
A deseminule lie re-lived like a dead fly

a sticky day, long roads ahead
x-ray glasses and pink briefs listening
virtual gardens, glorified yuppies in beds
dew drops and gum balls
tacky lips glistening

In Eastern union, camel smoke
national 4×4 scooter race awoke singing
Maryland blues by a greenish toke
high steep energy like Mt. Rose face

Yorkshire four wheel truck salvage
mixed in Lewinsky stink
wax lipped kissed package
in a white powder lick

In Rutter’s, the butter’s by far convenient
the best 24hr. deli, my belly
fairy full of Rainier cherries

knees bruised blue yellow
too much work for me too
a lubrication fool, pitted stomach
½ a joke drunk through nostril shoes

quell my fears of grandparent views
like big apple bagels too many to choose
for what should hold close
to my skin on Freeland St.
Clues?

like a metal horse cock
riding in the free wind
odd like my red colored sock
rocks like wooly sheep locks

trip traveled 3 blocks
in this shitty free red box
on we go west direct a long walk
across specific country spots