Fellow knobbotons…
I caught it, here, I’d say, here’s
the key the treeknob

shrine grab your beads now
and I stop to fix typo
gone Goons count on this

Seven of the thirteen
shrines installed since Giftmas’
(does that seven count?)

still breathing I want
snow the fuck is wrong with me
knobbuddies, it’s gone

I will clean a pen
so when I don’t use it it
theoretically

would ink the tablet    
I don't have in my backpack 
along not with my   

malfunctioning pen  
I deeply strained my hamstring  
tripping on step stool  

saved my life, forehead 
melonwise split on endcap   
I am grateful to limp   

pleased I can still dodge   
but alerted: I never    
almost died tripping    

and twanged an ouchy    
like an old man with dry pens   
and inkless tablet  

I still believe fool
me always faith’s taproot hope’s
baitless hook, won’t look

right side up or wrong
sideways with bleach or lye or
hint of ghosticide

I like my gods fine
I leave them alone and back
My desk is dead trees

Awooga to Me
Daily: boxes still, not snakes
like I promised me

Like I promised me
daily, still not caught again
awooga to me

ignored, unpunished
my awooga, what do cops
call their sonic farts

Jeff. If I don’t read
me the day after writing
abandoning all

but awooga, read &
revise sub-awooga be
my buried awoog

a point jeff: Jeff need
don’t publish any awoo
ga before I don’t

publish old or new
awooga, don’t other do
ga-awoo & ga

wooa I’m Agoo
Pubblish this awuugu
obsoawoolete

overdoseasily
Life in the Overdoseasilyocene
Jeff, stack firewood for me or don’t bother

Consolidating
focus sucks much a shitlords’
long-term strategy

works chaos always
works why fucking pinkertons
have jobs that pay more

than mine, my clowns, my
clowns their clowns’ their clowns’ luggage
Verb: Giuliani

trump may or not be
dying as I type this, marks
baited death or life

jesus or martyr
fattens each portfolio
trump always on brand

Jeff slow the fuck down
or at least don’t go faster
buying another

church key house key work
key rhyming dictionary
a fucking night’s sleep

Down fuck the slow Jeff
faster go don’t least at or
another buying

work key house key church
dictionary rhyming key
sleep nights fucking A

It’s gone this version
Dead live, human talent
limited infinite combination

See what I’m doing
two-thirds a finished haiku
but live the third line of the stanza as sloppily as my life

I always think more
what who reads me thinks than think
about what I wrote

Reprogammed three times
every voice I hear I don’t
see a mouth move I’m

one two three four five
reliable narrator
look at me counting

Bet honest unhinged
beats unhinged surveyed programmed
disingenuous

Disinformation
here’s me disinforming me
seven syllables

unhinged from rhythm
but I can count good. Kayfabe
(you knew I’d say that)

say the truth out loud
though it goes against our faith
(I’m talking to me)

code-tapping on pipes
insider wink, sacrifice
negotiated

unhinged from promise
but – this is key – in on it.
I’m talking to me