( via / oil painting by me )

The Curious History of "Mad Girl's Love Song". (via Jeremy Noel-Tod)

"The question is not whether poetry matters, but whether it matters that it doesn’t matter."
—Alexander Fayne via

Shipwreck with Northern Gannet.

       "thirsty work"

A boot stamping · on the human face
       forever
   or six months more
in the rain dark diner
doula seems unruly

Zeroing out · all the debts
      like a flood
   flensing records
jubilee for lab rats
liripoop bank nada

Or serve · less than symbol
      just wet drive
   wearier slog
madman with the launch codes
mold crept into g'rage fridge

Tale told · by an idiot
      fog shroud plunge
   into playtime
second cup of coffee
cajoles stanza doldrums

How do we find · scasttered our wits
      in soaked night
   shelves turned empty
guest we shouldn't have let in
lazar smooch the pooch screwed

Real sheepish · with murder in their hearts
   we lost souls
      chirp saturnine
among ropbots ringing
roughshod in the tall weeds

Ingot of fang fathoms
      ferrying
   topnotch fumble
Pachelbel's irked other
after many halftimes

Moselle mildew · Godzilla returns
      in thunder
   on the thirstshore
blindfold wispchore bluster
blameful awry-naming

Olive whirlpool · where each step lands
      sticker shock
   in ticker tape
fiery woes in warehouse
wearisome lies smizing

Famine mill · mainline flickerings
      the suits give
   gilded woundfare
sunsets rife with rancid
tumult & rank urncatch

Reckonings dodge · didjeridoo-dah
      as the poem
   puddles at feet
smouldering grief grab-bag
greebled song of bong days

Unwise heft · harrowing replay
      all we have
   will be taken
in the half-light halted
hare where grass meets asphault

Slow ombalom · slithers earthward
      grackle stares
   refuses yield
all tomorrow's Fillmores
mitigated gibbous

Turbid clears · as the light claws
      my phone clock
   hands me respite
bayonetted nidor
enough dreich to speak of

The Magi. (After many hours i was able to write this down.)