HAM SEZ YES!

On How I Intend to Introduce My Wife, Who Has Never Hunted, to Elk Hunting, When We Move to Oregon

A Haiku, traditional meter

viscera like warm pudding

escapes gutted slit

watch out for grizzlies, dearest

stealing from myself

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2008

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will it be the days spent with you

rapturously making love;

vulgar hyena-laughter zeroed thereto.

will it be the day spent headthru

ceiling;

ragdolled pose nothingness.

will it be the laying in bed

again counting lie-like sheep;

fornicating jesus of the west speaks no more.

will there be endlike/endtimes—fires

arrive purge dawn through miraculous evening of silence

not heard;

or will it just end, muslin covered evening slopes back toward inevitable powerdown.

circus

today i had a CT scan with ink.

and they pulled my IV incorrectly -

and i bled all over everything:

the machine, my pants, the floor, a table

it was something else.

Shooting craps helps makes the time pass

There’s a way, hell, there’s many ways that she don’t measure to you.

But there ’s no time for that, nomore, anymore, no time.

There’re things I don’t know that I’ll ever forgive: you or me

But I guess that’s how it all rolls out; when you’re up, you’re up, and when not it’s all the other

Here we are with a path in a yellow wood, and we both trod the less travel’d

Commute/Commune

girls with “fun” tops discuss

eating contests and

“hour of power” yoga 

with their accompanying

male chaperone

on the train

to DUMBO tonight. i was uncomfortable sitting next to them

as they discussed:

1.  professional marathoning
2.  their friends’ new rib/taco joint
3.  exercising methodologies

and i thought about:

1.  how much i want a drink 
2.  cocaine
3.  their interchangeable butts 

i couldn’t squeeze further left

into the seat i was in due to the railing;

in my mind i 

turned and puked on them, their companions, everyone.

even though i would never,

under any circumstances,

do this.

i feel like having a smoke.