in this family, we go grey early
I don’t even get out of bed for less than $35/hr.
foreigners in his blood
merrily throwing shit at the canvas.
Buzzard presides over power outage.
I’m a good liar & it’s hard to change
me & Jaroslav Hasek burn it down
a smell is something you live under
there, I said it
Sir Meltin’ John says
the toxicology results came back
coming down with an eye infection
but I speak fluent laryngitis.
Tell a story about finding a driver’s license
it sounds like they’re screaming “sig heil!”
They ignored the blood telegram
revelation: legendary Canadian politeness nothing better than hostility held in check
the goal is to defeat consideration
he made time to get away
when the going gets tight, the tight keep right
the blood transformed: erection
the minx: a sphinx in your meninx
he was one act away from barbituration
salmon origin majestic
a shaky optimism is permitted
begin by playing with their oboes
the persistent ghosts of old selves manifested in a familiar sound
the poet just aches to be dialogical
indeterminacy solves nothing, that’s all
—night of the coffee vampire!
No, no, don’t switch it to phono, might blow the mofos
a stranger comes out of the night, saying, “got any zigzags?”
The symbolic beard!
This is not the time for editing, so don’t listen to me
Erin’s beautiful drawings.
He says “I don’t want her, but I want to look at her”
she’s like the village bicycle
she plans a graveyard picnic while I dream
the answer is “or not”
omega omen & oh, man Oma
stop scaring myself
same old earwig infestation—chaotic, disgusting
I am slowly going crazy / crazy, crazy going crazy
the endless recurrence of the past
the sky was haunted by staggering nimbus clowns
I’ll be posting one to three Aleatory Accumulation Anti/Ghazals per week for one year.
These poems were composed in the following fashion: lines were written longhand on sheets of paper in a notebook—rarely more than one line per day—until 230 lines were gathered, at which point the notebook’s pages were cut up into individual lines. The lines were placed in a hat (a gold baseball cap, of which George Bowering once said “that’s the ugliest hat I’ve ever seen”), drawn at random, glued into a notebook in the order they were drawn (including the titles), and transcribed to computer.