Haiku taught me my
raving has a safe space not
to be Our Shitlords

know your time is short
and dreary if you’re lucky
Haiku rage machine
Haiku taught me my
raving has a safe space not
to be Our Shitlords
know your time is short
and dreary if you’re lucky
Haiku rage machine
Not working typing now and Jeff it is working my typing HERE Jeff type Jeff
Recognize if it’s stale the next day best to notpublishso publishnow once
gag gag always Already posted poemat @ pOj
DJ, the Bowie song, bleggalgaze anthem three
I didn’t type here yesterday and almost didn’t type here tonight
I disarmed impulse buying collected Jean Valentine
seizures ceased after eleventh poem library’s copy
diapered me
Fast infatuation then LOOK OVER THERE!
I void gold into shit
spit take, never
distill
If I thought my poetry ever be accepted by a big small deal I’dv’d foldered all abandoned haikus but don’t don’t but do but don’t not concession to lack of academic scaffolding laugh I know I type arrhythmic cadence as I talk This criticism and pride I forget what saying get to what new thing I say talking past new thing cause old already me voice mail whisperer lords I serve voice mail listener too re: PD hear myself talk each time I need listen, delete delete delete years since anyone talked to me. Monkeypox, huh
Not type night yet time
running out he taps Wiser
me still stops to think
instead of just typing
this counting to five focuses
abacus
me on beads for praise
Freight trains kettled in my bark
yards abbreviated
Lynn’s friend’s first ask:
So when are you retiring
She claims she knew me
Gaithersburg High School
She knows more about my life
than I know of hers
Newest theory: I
too can break kayfabe fat chance
it gets broke by me
Hurtling, me. Outrage
outpaced by duh, paraphrase
daily. Spurtling me
Exculpatory | Machiavellianism | obliterated | ||||||||
Americanized | anthropomorphically | demasculinized | ||||||||
obamination | anesthesiologist | discombobulate | ||||||||
incapacitate | politicalization | Abolitionists | ||||||||
underestimate | falsifiability’s | serendipity | ||||||||
© | © | © | © | |||
Someone leaked what everybody knows | ||||||
© | and everyfuckbody freaked the fuck out! | © | ||||
said leak verifying what everybody knows | ||||||
© | snore, The Priests’ Decorum Permanently | © | ||||
Leak Stained freaking everyfuckbody | ||||||
© | out more than the leak verifying what | © | ||||
everybody knows, more horrifying squared | ||||||
© | © | © | © |
Jeff, | Rule | Number | One: | Don’t | explain | |||||||||
Nothing | fucks | my | judgment | up | more | about | something | I | write | than | ||||
something | I | write | getting | thousands | instead | of | dozens | of | hits, | in | this | |||
case | Napoleon’s | death | announcement. | I | deleted | the | poem | below | this | |||||
one | from | yesterdays’ | BLCKDGRD | post, | for | the | record | I | like | the | poem | below | ||
Installed | static | in | its | place | ||||||||||
I woke from mourning | ||
nap Allude prance pun cellar | ||
break Back to the duh | ||
I | nap | break |
woke | Allude | Daily |
from | prance | duh |
mourning | pun | back |
cellar | ||
break Back to the duh | ||
nap Allude prance pun cellar | ||
I woke from mourning |
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b | o | t | h, | f | a | r | t | M | i | c | h | i | g | a | n | ||||||||||||||||
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m | e | a | n | d | p | r | e | t | e | n | d | i | n | g | ® | ||||||||||||||||
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a | n | g | u | i | s | h | e | s | m | e, | m | y | m | o | l | e | s | k | i | n | e | s | © | ||||||||
f | r | o | m | 1 | 9 | 8 | 0 | © | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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m | i | l | d | e | w | i | n | g | u | n | r | e | a | d | |||||||||||||||||
b | y | m | e, | t | h | a | n | k | y | o | u | f | o | r | p | i | n | g | i | n | g | ||||||||||
m | y | s | c | r | e | a | m | ! | W | o | r | l | d | d | y | i | n | g | |||||||||||||
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typing in simplenote
airbnb wifi in rural Michigan blows
Guess what? I think the Jackson County Sheriff
on alert for me, frue tuck
That was strange, and I no longer think the woman
at cracker bodega an ally, two days in a row
cops at bodega when I wear a mask in and out
When they look for me tomorrow me be in Maryland
I assume they will look for me when I’m back in June
③ | |||||
③ | |||||
Digital notebook | |||||
finally downloaded | |||||
in this backwater | |||||
I’ve nothing to say | |||||
People who’d hate me | |||||
and visa versa | |||||
don’t hate each other | |||||
until they have to | |||||
They have to. Me them | |||||
too. Who should rule but | |||||
but benevolent | |||||
fully complicit me | |||||
③ | |||||
③ |
* | * | * | * | * | * | * | |||||
Kensington to Frederick to Hagerstown to Hancock to Breezewood to Toledo to Ann Arbor to Jackson | I divided my backpack to bring twice as much stuff including books I will not read and pens I will not use | I just received Jonathan Crary’s *Scorched Earth,* it’s his previous 24/7 capitalism theory on Are You Paying Attention! | do I need someone w proper academic scaffolding referring back to names I haven’t thought of since grad school | to confirm our species as fucked up as I’ve fucking yodeled since the last time you told me to shut the fuck up? | |||||||
* | * | * | * | * | * | * |
⇶ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ||||||||||
Kensington | to | Frederick | to | Hagerstown | to | Hancock | to | Breezewood | to | Toledo | to | Ann Arbor | to | Jackson | ⭾ | ||||
Kensington | to | Baltimore | to | Harrisburg | to | Scranton | to | Worcester | to | Portsmith | to | Bangor | to | Ellsworth | to | Seal Cove | ⭾ | ||
Strange | the | gags | we | keep, | stranger | the | obvious ones | out of nowhere | remembered | we | wonder | how | we | forgot | ⭾ | ||||
⭾ | |||||||||||||||||||
⮰ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ | ⭾ |
↖ | ✹ | ↗ | |||||||||||||
➟ | |||||||||||||||
If | shitlords | didn’t | want | crackers | and | christers | in | full | apocalyptic | rut | |||||
➟ | |||||||||||||||
and | you & me | in | full | apocalyptic | terror | at | crackers | and | christers | in | full | apocalyptic | rut | ||
➟ | |||||||||||||||
crackers | and | christers | in | full | apocalyptic | rut | would | apocalypse | rut | fully | |||||
➟ | |||||||||||||||
but | I | wouldn’t | be | building | this | box | on | crackers | and | christers | in | full | apocalyptic | rut | |
↙ | 🠗 | 🠗 | ✹ | ↘ |
🡭 | ▨ | |||||||
why | not | try | to | get | ||||
a | few | published? | On | other | ||||
hand | why | not | not | yes | ? | |||
⇌ | 🡭 | |||||||
Incrimination? | ▨ | |||||||
what | a | daydream | of | success! | ||||
🡭 | ||||||||
arrested | haiku | |||||||
▨ | 🡭 | |||||||
I | abbreviate | |||||||
evaporate | abandon | |||||||
O | to | hear | you | clap | ||||
⇌ |
Team leaves stain like creed
on inner-eyelids chiming
in vulnerable uh-ohs
smoked in campfire poison
I saw the hat and wanted
to buy it No, I haven’t flarted
every enemy atrocity
enemy defined by creed
and who I rooted for when seven
Is there a definitive bible
on the English verb *to be*
as in, *to be in the upperdeck
of Memorial Stadium
watching the thunderstorm
cross Greenmount before
electrocution by choice*
Soon I won’t be able to tell
you three times we are being
reprogrammed
I think get out of stocks
bury the money in land
pretend land not stolen
Digital money, can’t
buy hummus at student
union w dollar bills
Why bother with chip
implanting, I volunteer,
shit, I fucking beg
You! Look at me! often
If I wanted office I’d
run on hate too three and four
campaign promises
matter, their unmattering
composts, click POST now
Olive, Stanley, Crow | ||||||||||
side door our house gif by C | ||||||||||
who’s here! Joy! A week | ||||||||||
from Saturday we | ||||||||||
drive to Michigan, today | ||||||||||
C & I Phillips | ||||||||||
(^ Diebenkorn, yo ^) | ||||||||||
tomorrow we three | ||||||||||
Glenstone, we will Toledo | ||||||||||
once in Michigan | ||||||||||
Say | I | knew | I | would | die | of | a | heart | attack | in | four | seconds | ||
what’s | my | plan | for | ditching | all | the | evidence | on | me | in | three? | |||
My let’s stay in touch with all past workers except Alexa now on them next
Let me make it on me please. I could be their dad, played one at work
My daughter’s birthday today, she moved away too
The minute you don’t work there you never worked there ever
An app called Classmates badgers me my 45th GHS reunion
approaching rapidly, see who’s RSVPeed
I’d not recognize the names of most, not greet the names I know
I choose not to give them $29.95 to see if I’m right
No one besides those that like
to be kind will kind any of the songs
I tweeted nor bump the album’s 40th
notice. I’ve been reading Carl
Phillips, this path out of haikus
does not preclude new haikus,
my not tapping knuckles and knuckle
valleys for thirty-one day months
I ask you to give the album a listen
if it doesn’t change your world I won’t
brain you with a garden shovel, I daydream
of braining certain people but so far
no one in real life, fart. I am programmed
to daydream I want to brain certain
people with a garden shovel so I don’t
brain anyone with any say over my life
Me in a Robert Serra at Glenstone, a rich fuck’s private art collection as laundromat but free, just need a reservation, usually need to make months in advance, it was Sunday morning an hour short because of clocks and the wind chill factor in the lows teens I was told on the eights so I what the fuck tried and got us in at 10AM, only slot open, Saul to Parkwood to Knowles turns to Strathmore to Rockville Pike to Tuckerman to Falls to Glen (the bridge over Watts Branch where Glen, South Glen, and Glen Mills meet still magic) to there | ||||||||||
Humanity cannot outgrow its death drive! | ||||||||||
Waltzing towards Armageddon | ||||||||||
This is a fossil-fuel war | ||||||||||
The epidemic of covid complacency | ||||||||||
Death of a political animal | ||||||||||
Not only the first museum we visited since plague and then not-plague plague, the only shitlord showoff laundromat I’ve ever visited that *didn’t* charge me for the privilege of admiring shitlord’s collection | ||||||||||
Low pay, no advancement opportunities | ||||||||||
⤋ | In which I jinx my reading of Wings | ⤋ | ||||||||
Henry James reviews America upon his return from self-exile | ||||||||||
I read Ohle’s *Motorman* and loved and ordered the next Mordenke novel but weirdest the sherbet I thought between the two *another* attempt at Henry James, so here I am jinxing not only the having fun! read of Wings of the Dove I am jinxing my reading of the next Mordenke of Ohle | ||||||||||
Shitlord loyal to their rubes, MLB edition | ||||||||||
Maggie’s weekly | { feuilleton }’s weekly | |||||||||
I will write about work here but for now I’m burying it in grids not because anyone who’d object reads but here is the Kids in the Hall allusion | ||||||||||
The cats and dogs of Istanbul | ||||||||||
Lynn Emanuel | Covering Ishiguro | |||||||||
Hope for and hope not | |||
I can’t help with that | |||
academic scaffolding | |||
My new five seven | |||
five elephant note haiku | |||
five seven five jug | |||
five font bucks a month | |||
Locals debate whether shock | |||
wave or vaporize | |||
Don’t stop typing to grid this | |||
Don’t stop to digress elsewhere | |||
Don’t stop to rewrite | |||
but stop to reread | |||
tomorrow Stop worrying | |||
annihilation | |||
just hope that it’s quick | |||
Academic scaffolding: | |||
schtick death to this grid |
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e | s | p | e | c | i | a | l | l | y | h | o | n | e | s | t | e | f | f | o | r | t | s | ||||||
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a | l | g | o | r | t | h | m | d | e | s | i | g | n | e | d | w | h | i | r | l | p | o | o | l | ||||
h | a | l | f- | t | r | u | t | h | s | j | u | s | t | f | o | r | y | o | u | |||||||||
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t | o | s | e | e | m | t | o | m | a | k | e | y | o | u | b | e | l | i | e | v | e | |||||||
w | h | a | t | i’ | m | n | o | t | s | e | l | l | i | n | g | |||||||||||||
y | o | u | m | o | r | e | t | h | a | n | h | a | l | f- | t | r | u | e | ||||||||||
T | h | e | s | e | c | r | e | t | w | o | r | d | i | s | f | l | e | a | b | u | s | |||||||
M | o | w | r | m | r | m | y | s | i | g | h | o | f | h | o | n | o | r | ||||||||||
what | i | like | and | what | |||
I | hate | about | evernote | ||||
a | please | me | hai | ku | |||
HEY! | a | test | of | the | |||
EMERGENCY OLIGARCH | |||||||
uh | AWOOGA | oh | |||||
Helmetball | at | best | |||||
academic | scaffolding | ||||||
(sorry | wrong | seven | |||||
syllable | grievance) | ||||||
motherfucking | metaphor | ||||||
particularly | |||||||
how | fast | (I’m | obsessed) | ||||
friend | spin | by | stop | scolding, | Jeff | ||
No | gentle | Remind | |||||
I’d be one of the first killed in a nuclear exchange with Russia | ||||||||||||
I work two miles from the White House | ||||||||||||
live four miles outside DC | within two miles of Walter Reed and NIH | |||||||||||
For 58 years I’ve lived within fifteen miles of DC | ||||||||||||
grew up during the Cold War | ||||||||||||
never fretted nuclear annihilation once | ||||||||||||
Do I think the stub-fingered ickiest shitlord sociopath | ||||||||||||
(at *this* given moment in time in shitlord narrative) | ||||||||||||
would destroy the world rather than lose everything while getting Gaddafi-ed | ||||||||||||
Hillary laughing? | ||||||||||||
No | but | I | confess | I | spent | a | fret | |||||
Of | course | George | is | my | |
favorite | he’s | most | people | I | |
like’s | favorite | we’re | George | ||
Ukraine | nuclear | ||||
John | v | Paul | radiation | ||
fuck | dying | from | that | ||
but the grid reminds me (a) I did leave the prebepod voluntarily at least 50/50 I was not kicked out and was represented at my wedding by people I cho(o)se to hang with (b) David Phillips the one break-up I don’t remember (Annie Hawk, laugh) cleanly but that was when we were all at our worse and best acid-wise
but was reminded by latest grid to pay MORE ATTENTION TO THE UP AND DOWN re otherDavid, neither Dave, barklaughingly, every dave I’ve met
True won’t affect who doesn’t read but now that I’ve granted myself privilege to not post when I don’t want to I have no reason to not spend the time honing the post, subtler than folding the towels
Do I abandon simplenote for evernote, the free version? It does have the back button I keep fucking up in simplenote and need, before I consider I need copy paste into blooger, the reason google docs is a fail
First cut and paste seemed fine, ok, will give this a try, I can simplenote this with the exception of having a back button
So here it is in the chromebook, I am making the migration for at least a trial, I will keep it as simple as possible but use the few tools I know how that are useful that simplenote didn’t have as well as the undo a fuckup button, I have no need at this post to tag and merge and sort and shit
Having posted today, and lost my haiku, and suddenly poetry not reading for me at all, all seems pretentious, I have nothing to write at this minute, sometimes that changes
I abandoned simplenote for evernote like I abandon everything except my wife and daughter and father and brothers and friends and motherfucking job I honestly wish I *could* abandon, my alzheimer’s retirement funds 80% invested in Ponzy Inc stocks, and my favorite bands and rigid political positions and related obsession with uniforms and my cats, I’d never abandon my cats (though we talk of fewer cats (when by natural attrition) of getting a dog, we really want a dog) and 95% all of my dogma-n, but I feel no disloyalty to simplenote notable only that plus or minus good about me this is yay! new
I’ve tried abandoning explaining what I just said just after I say it, by far the greatest effort to change my explaining why I do things habit, and I haven’t tried much less abandoned monitoring digital bumps how much you love me though I *have* noticed I check much less often than once but tack that up to my too scrambled mind, I can remember a Dead concert in Syracuse University’s Carrier Dome in eighties but what did you say a minute ago more than indifference, I couldn’t abandon sideways playing sideways my whole life and was taught to not be sideways cowardice, pick a fucking uniform and root
Laugh, copy/pasting testing in wordpress, let me explain why I hesitate to experiment on pOj in wordpresstan
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