push push push, shove shove shove, that's what our parade's made of

Too Done List:
~Spark-barking like a shit-shot pilot.
~High-crawling for no-one in rock-gotten grab-alls.
~Pull-dover, overall, with nothing but stuffing t'tell.
~Hardly had, hard-hearts over hammers, slip this up & slide it in the slammer.
~Hold a cold bell, belly-full in the well, this shirt is fersure some softer, fold-by-the-arm-do-no-harm, moth-herd shell.
~Doing whipped cream headstands on knock-knit knees.
~Sewing buttons on soda's my expired teas.
(And being extra nice to the I's so the me's won't freeze)
~Overgrowin'. A shoe-in for new brakes, making a break for the most of it.
~Stamping my feat, taking licks (that taste like bricks) and postponing it.
~Laundry.

knock it off

A toast, to cross-crackin'.
Picking up actions with crutches & lucky.
Knot-tying time, that's what I've got for me. Aches and ankles for friggin' free.
I am not messing around.
I am a goddamn heartattack.
I am so srs it's like I got a softer side.
Even though those're imposure, it's got the wild-whisper: Ow! Hell! gone kitchen-cold, milder, crisper: oh well.
Spring to todayssome are still stuck in the current.
Some shows're crippled cusses, coldcocked by composure.
Cold-cut in a frozen enclosure.
Looking like Bird Trouble in Mammal City.
Sinaminimally, it's a pity.
I'm bored as birds from sitting around in some harken lot.
I'm quitting and sparking and shot.
Get good to go and put on the Definitive Correction.
Interested in paying it back with interest.
Refuse to reflect on every affect and inflection.
Refute the reuse for effect of connection.
I've had it with the melo. I'm mad as hello and I'm not gonna fake it anymore.
I've got an eggbeater drill and a time machine. Let's go back and put some holes in the ark.
And fix the sphinx, I think.

march plenty

I been grown notions beansprout-tall and alladay-long. My garden's lookin' like a lowercase lawn.
I were thinkin'round dowels and trowelin' off and howlin' OH WELL just in case somebody gets any big ideas.

This is a paperback problem pushin' a dog by the ears and eyein' its own bold spine.
This is a foreign film living inside a book that teaches the neighborhood how to be polite while at-the-same-time makesome realize that I am massively impressive and the total Milliner's Stare.
But not before I break it off like a receipt.
Not before, I said to the bread, Immonna get hard-bored and cratey like a box.
After, I said to affront a font, I've had my supper-case.

Not before I boil a rag and wear it like a cape.
I'm a warmth superhero, vigilant and antsy, antein' up against villainous cold. I'll unglue the ague and make the frigidity all fidgety. All giddin' up in algidity's frosty face.
There's a sprig in my step and I aren't always upanattem on the same day, but you know where'll be.

This has got new-moan-ya ain't never heard before writ all over it. And it can' be helped to shake'n'break it, oh no.
Odds're it'll even out eventually, but I'm not gonna equake it.
And I am not gettin' no pleurisy on some blurry sea, see?
Deliver me from timbers, unhinge my hinders.
Lookitme, all upafloat on this proud cloud, tossin' bolts like cloth wrath and hailin' hearty down.
All lungin' like I'm hungry.
I'll lay low and let loose afore I get infirmed, you can bet your boats.
You can hammer that intayer wallet and keep it.

la, days i swam

had this, some irrational, for-all-seasons-fashionable
trash to recycle and rehash and thrash
and smash

bashful, this, until
at last I fill

the one we
called homey
rough 'n tough at-home feeling of skeletonbonekey ennui
aloft 'n soft feeling of felt phony

and hold me

why don't we
take a time so slowly
wholly holed but holy
and rock our backs and forths, staying stony
forgetting our friends and vetting our cronies
(regretting our fiends and get-back-at baloney)
and kill the chill that stills our will
and grow - ly

dakota farms

Hyphens & High-Fives
Hide Fens & Hie Dives
Dry Glens & Nigh-Drives
Fly Wrens & Shy Knives
Tie-Mend & Wry Why've
Wide Men & Bride Wives
Why'd Send & Guide Hives
Plied Bends & Tide Strives
Sighed Then & Lied I've
Cried When & Died Live

Replanted.

lucely based

We split all our hires
Filled our lungs with ire
'Cause life isn't fire, it seemed dire

Our voices went moot
As we donned our new soot
Trying not to be root, to boot

Taking our best shut
Giving what we gut
Let us wither and rut, and cut

'Cause we're outta look
So we're passing the book
And the rest we'll just shook, like a crook

rife of lyly

Our love of triangles is opening new doors for doorstops, unironically.

winnin' roam

1. It's my fault that cowboys have 100 words for "hair."
2. I once saw a rocketship eat its own leg, and I put it down on a painting.
3. I sold the painting for a house.
4. Remember the time when I was the only one who could ride the Silver Lucy at Marine Surprise? Well, I faked it.
5. When I was ten-years-old I stole some of the feelings from the impulse-buy rack at the general store.
6. I never told you about the time I gave the cricket its stripes.
7. I did tell you about the time I took them away.
8. Sometimes I make soup for the lawn.
9. My favorite number is even. Sort of.
10. I can read upside-down.
11. Once, when I was feeling especially proud, I picked up a seagull.
12. All of my calendars have an extra day.
13. I'm desperately afraid that spiders are smart enough to figure out exactly how defenseless I am when asleep.
14. I've never actually seen a dog.
15. One of them is "scalp mustache."
16. I take a bath twice a day. Sometimes I bring my gravel collection with me.
17. I am going to lie to my children if they ever ask me where gold comes from.
18. Sometimes I put toothpaste and nails together and just enjoy them, you know?
19. Whenever I'm below sea level I get depressed.
20. Also, "upper eyebrows."
21. I will never tell anyone about this.
22. I have shoes made of brick and rope. They're not much for warmth but they will never wear out.
23. I've been struck by lightning no times.
24. I think echolalia is sexy.
25. "Noggin frosting."

strong of the immomal man

Levers are my favorite things to pull.
I like the old switcheroo.
And Kangaroo Boxing Day.
Breaching the hull-a-days.
Preaching the null.
The cloaking of daggers, duggery of a skull.
Skillfully filling each shoe.
Bidding on more than I'm sure I could chew.
(We bit through our tea-trays 'til our bellies were full)
(And sillied our vestments by the dark windowsull)
We bullied the dull.
And laughed like a gull.
Then grew gills and lived in the blue.

lucks and chúxī

Once was back when i held a lottery about anything and we made our own dollars
So i brokered the dawn on the good ship soup & wine
While you told me about how old you were when you first learned telephone
& how to sooth scissors to make curled-up bandages

Once was back when giraffes ran fast to lyin'
& no-one spoke above a microwave whisper
While we took all the signs, and they hoofed and heaved for us to quit
So we bit our wicks and dicked around a bit

Once was back when the floor was made of lava
So we soup-stirred the carpet on sofacanoes
& hammered our hands into paddles when the oars snapped
While we tossed cushions for step-stones

Once was back when we knew two punches less than how much was on our heads
So i wrapped you around your own arms and disaffected
& we both enjoyed surgery
While the power went out just in time

Once was back when we caught that marlin, darlin'
& it told us how to get back to the shack on the shore
So we listen to the wind instead
While the waves gave us better advice that we took away

Once was back when the birds bit just right
& since you cinched that muddy inch too loose
While i juiced up the noose, our chests got tighter
So we learned to fight fire with mire

shop classy

This is thatch urge
This is the steep hill
O panther doors
Antsy owl, the pea-pill

(excerpt from) the immomal man conversations (pt. VII)

And then some, again and again.
Or gainful, or handsome.
Vitally so.
Calliope soup. Make up your mind.
A: I'll cope. B: I'll shut.
What?
Firmly and with haste. Filling the gaps with paste.
For the taste.
Ways, not won-ton.
What have you don (sic) to this weakflower feudal?
Steeped it in clines.
The whole kit and canoodle.
To include.
Any mood.
Food'll.