Fresh Red Dog Pieface

2009-04-28T10:31:00.000-07:00

The Unicorn Tapestry-- for L.H.jesus mary's mother'smilk of god around ushow it hurts this chargemercy might whitehide your sight to ring us round with fences bright leaf-scuffer we bowcome to us nowwe knead your plasticene,we bellow, you bowbut you don't have a voice or even a horn believe that real? lay back that white & black shit

2009-04-09T10:55:00.000-07:00

There is nothing so valuable as friendship with no wording. Just the ribs of a leaf's structure, with chromosomy imagination. The leaf held in the hand, a hand over the hand clasped. Our hands. Ours to clasp and unclasp whenever there is need. It is true. Yes. A lucid understanding with only the aberration of distance past the uncleared spaces of the mind. The aberration is infinitesimal,

2007-06-02T15:24:00.000-07:00

Perils of PaulineTags: calligraphy

2007-05-05T12:06:00.000-07:00

CPATags: photo, xerography

2007-05-05T12:02:00.000-07:00

YesTags: typography, xerography

2007-05-05T11:50:00.000-07:00

RDPF Papers:MudraTags: calligraphy, found, blockprint, seal

2007-05-03T18:56:00.000-07:00

It is quite obvious that animals appreciate and practice musicTags: calligraphy, animals, animas, music, didactic

2007-04-07T20:07:00.000-07:00

Work onAll Sinks Love Clear Thinkingfor D.I. from R.D.P.F. 11/28/79while transferring the crisco fromthe freshly opened wound-edge intoan innocuous planter's spanish peanut can suitable toa bedside manner for an adorable doctor,iin my birthday suit, buttons exposed and lapels creased, long for you acrossthe tightly-sewn satin pillows of your stomach, thedepressions there

2007-04-07T19:19:00.000-07:00

Work onCities and KeysWhen the city of San Francosia entered into me and I into it, ancient chevys trembled in their muni rusts as loose pigeons clambered, slim Chinese ignored skinny shanks, the yelps of dogs in orange plastic envelopes were mailed to the more than four corners of beaches of the world I love, all within this city of weary blokes and doxies, resting. Heigh-ho, like a sigh!The

2006-08-20T13:52:00.000-07:00

Work onPose/Soaphear john cage rapcheep-cheep initiation/to/eric satie being sibyls rehearse the guatamalansof all san lucas together each gets up timerehearsal living & dying stops & starts A SOUNDamong us (beckon finger the blow start and stop *

2006-08-05T19:04:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Ataher (Earth Goddess)Mother EarthDance-whirls Her mandala formin spiral evolving life.Endless corridors of space-time-mindbursting outwards.But inwards . . . slow . . . gentlewise . . . breathing . . .beating cosmic heart.Leads all beasts in explosive rhymes, natural kinds,wonder times.She is truly the center of our universe.Copernicus, fated to err in one more dreamof awakening?

2006-08-05T18:43:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Fubeast (Future)Hard to catch up toNot necessarily a tomb guardianor is it?Not necessarily science fictionor is it?As a matter of fact???other beasts speculating itcannot tell who jethappenedyet or not.Fubeast speeds by fast and twisty.Noh rhyme noh path never mind.But hard on physics.WHAT! ask a prophet?will predict doom boom soon.Or worse a golden paradise.He does not

2006-07-30T14:39:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Memort (Memory)Now, what was his name?Just went by.Perhaps to the past.Past makes tense.Now, is not the time for it.Beasts who think so should look behind them.Wait . . . a minute.Gone.Creatures called curatorstry to capture Memorts.They hope to feed them to nostalgia.But nostalgia is already overstuffed.Or soon becomes so.Yet Memorts take pride in historical hangups.As culprits

2005-06-17T19:45:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Bestebeau (Best Beast)Silly but trueThe spring bunny nibbles away.Because it’s hungry.Naturally.Has big ears becauseit needs them.Because mother knows best.By her nature.And what Goldielocks stole.For her nature.Poppa, Mama, and Baby Bear were angry.By their nature.In innocent tales all the beasts of the woodsseem to act naturally.That is not good not bad.Just live their

2005-06-15T19:55:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Enemex (Enema)What a reliefAll beasts need at least one Enemexto defend their lax.Not to like exactly like it.Hit-em in the smug.Pepper their mush.Turn exchanges into big hits.Make wrongerstrongerRemember an Enemex is its own worst Enemex.Use the frontal approach.Lift a paw bravely towards its kisser.If it gets coy, good!Run away.No! Give Enemex a shot.Mix in one

2005-06-12T20:56:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Freedump (America)Get out of your cageWhat a …Lots and lots of trash.Plenty of gas.No class.Where’s the discipline?Explain.No shame.Just fartin around.What then does Freedump want?Besides plenty?It’s unsure.To be sure is slavery.A chance of death is bravery.Not a chance. To chancy.The world?That’s the limit.But can free gobeyond the no?Freedump hopes so.At least

2003-12-06T19:04:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Woebeast (Woe?)Tell me moreOne of the most expressive…sometimes…the dullest of all the beastsWoebeast always makes sure it gets the last grunt in.In what?In just about everything.Its infinite legions are just that…legion.It attacks while it defendsattracts while it repulseswhines while it roars.For illusion’s sake, only a dot can stop it.At least one aspect of it.Death

2003-11-30T18:55:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Compubut (Computer)Way outOverwired, overfed, buttoned downthis much too clever beastiepretends to be programmed while progomingthe good old sick and tired days.Mad tea cups breaking faster awake closed dormiceby 1,000,000,000 soft wearing pokes per secondof hard to combe by facts.One + infinity - how do you do = a new polite formalityLaxative possibilities of freedom

2003-11-30T16:07:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Puncracker (Punster)Some jokeThis beast generally falls, man.For a two dimensional flat laugh.Puncrackers will do anything funny enoughto self hurt then reinflatea nervous kiss-gag.Misplaced cigars silently explode.Enough to puff an iron ‘General’ to huff home.Beat ‘Old Stone Face’ to prolonged gag to death.A southern express not whistling ‘Dixie’lurches body tossed

2003-11-29T16:53:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Garflore (Garden)This one also smellsA rose is a rose pillowed on dawn-dew greenssense-terraced joysan eden seen.Convex-concave moves of meadow breezechoreographies ‘Leaves of Grass.’Dance directions traced lightly enough.Flowers copulate in bedscolorloved by a warm buzzing.Above, limbs rarely stationary, open-closeblue paths taken and giventouchscapes of

2003-11-29T14:42:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Blumus (Rhymes)A catchy beastLike a feather born to float aroundthis magic gold-horned beastnuances nonchalant sound.Abstract like the ghost of dear Kalliope.“Muse are you there? I can’t see.”“No. Listen to an ohm. Then go home.does not take two to untangle.Or listen from another angle.so run along. Sing your song.Which usually rhymes. But not all the timesthat Blumus

2003-08-10T12:05:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Arbeau (Arbor)Look againWide-opened eyesArbeau sees love unattachedfar beyond more myopic beasts.Threatens actuality with changeto abstracted reality.Parallel lines of perceptive converge onnonexistent points.Critics make points of counting too many points.Trying to point out the pictureto sleepers asleep in collapsed dreams.Arbeau, colorful as whiterainbow nightunbinds

2003-02-28T11:06:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Poebeast (Poet)Shhh.is not related to Edgar Allen except by blood.But like Poe, leads all concerned down down downa dark spooky tunnel killing, by the way,correct grammar.Poebeasts are thin skinned and coveredwith extreme eccentricities to awewhat they

2003-02-26T17:48:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Publico (Publisher)A poet’s nemesisProud of its overweening reject crowingit rears the same old deadly quill erect.Admiring How-do-you-do literati beastsare almost limitless.Publico must advance million-cocktail autographsfor safe popularsWhile waiting to death anonymous poetry books.Publico’s overweight superiority is assuredby fat markets.Should a genius happily be in

2003-02-13T21:09:00.000-08:00

Poem BeastsThe Procrator (Procrastinator)Not for GodotAn anxious beast that waits and waits…And finally, at the first opportunity,keeps waiting.Its continuing delays sometimes provokemagical accidents.Gertrude Stein, always more lazythan her fast talk beasts says,“It takes a genius to do nothing.”It also takes money.And a certain altitude of attitude.Some of the more middle beasts call

2002-10-03T19:06:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Relibeast (Religion)The most ignorant beast of allThis creature is richly endowed.Its almost total spiritual impoverishmentmakes ignorant beasts look to it for invisible riches.They are dogmastruck by its accumulative idols.At least the display of natural magicwitchesand other wealthy oddities are burned piouslyand sent to Satan to put on more heat.The poet doubts if

2002-10-01T20:08:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Thanact (Act of Dying [Greek])Thanatos (Gk) for deadParamount, jazzed wisemoney covets pseudo-fright.Grand opening.High drama.Final curtain.No, a curtain beyond will seesweet life cooked to sweeter sentiment.Spotlighting the embarrassed corpse,Oscar Faith Awardscrosses, crescent moons and starsto divert attention of a life lived to death.But a staged life’s screamis

2002-09-21T11:28:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Abomtic (Atom Bomb)Too messy to defineSo antique, so proverse.Born with the universe.The cosmic firecracker popsthe thin autumn air.With aspect so uglyempty smiles are amused.Appetite, so exaggeratedentire poems are consumed.In SALT filled grief…cases are buried.Not quite deep enough.START turns to STOP dark.Atomtic’s fragile egg-head, intricately wiredhas a mind not its

2002-09-15T18:01:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Warbor (Little War)A dull cause for excitement‘Modern Times’ have become far too dizzyto stop this merry-go-round wooden beastfrom endlessly xeroxing itself.War games, at first fun,come to dead ends.But these ends run, regroup and rearm themselves.The exciting climax of all this pseudo-activitybegins to stink.Why do warbors think peace as violence?To catch the golden

2002-09-12T13:05:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Automess (Automobile)Too many fruits of profitAerodiemaniacally convenientthis numberless herd stampedes alongsnorting deadly fartstrampling all free waysracing itself quashedaccelerating from zero to crash.These screeching menaces daily lock horns.Roar hungry whines.Streamline oily minds.Crash into curses.Steal frozen grins.curb curve shinny babydeaths.Plague blue skys

2002-09-01T17:30:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Madopolis (Metropolis)One of the fruits of PopexThis public enemy #1 has grown so vast so ugly so fastits reason disappeared‘City Lights’ now barely can see each other.This blindly planned monster destroyed natural contoursWarmth must submit to indecent exposureand criminal square phalli stealingbay light sun.In return for freezing summer draftson

2002-08-29T17:54:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Pormance (Pornography)Hit ’em below the beltNot universally explicit …yet…Though intimate affairs may now be convenientto see on Kiddio Vidio screens.Who wants to face that! All beasts, that’s who.In small dark caves along the streetsPormances hole up. Ah!First your quarter.Oh, there they are …The most powerful explosion of allMost dangerous, ravenous and uproariousof all beasts and all poemsPopex stalks the earth.Rarely standing on its original four feetit mostly lays down on the job.Any Humbeast who dares to look at the jobimmediately turns to stone and worsealso lays down on the job.This overwhelmingly common animal’smost ardent, dangerous

2002-08-23T19:26:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Plebeast (Plebeian)The working stiff as flexibleTries to out-drive Patbeast.More power to it.Add a Rolls-Royce.Pleb’s diet is junk food and Patbeasts.And the ‘higher standard of living.’ Standard is not living.Patbeasts not to worry, playwith genius or mundane and waitfor a fresh apple to fall on their heads.Free

2002-08-19T19:36:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Patbeast (Patrician)Upper class with our witout classThe divine wrong of Patbeast is entitlementto be eccentric and to afford it.Patbeasts are the chosen few.Who chooses is a question better left open.They are, in fact, too few. Too pat. Possibly all through.Perhaps due to a distaste for the commonthis animal sets trends so exclusive

2002-08-12T19:28:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Humbeast (Human)Ho-hummost sophisticated, most beautifulof all it surveys pretendsto live in its exclusive alien world,a gift from its excuse called God.The beast smells very deodorant.Yet blames all other beasts for its pleasure world Humbeast’s garbage.For instance its rotten air is blamedon dragonson dragon shiton shit itself.A self-faking fraud,

2002-08-11T07:13:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Idenblurrus (Blur)Is hard to defineHazy, hardly detecteda big sneeze brings it to its knees.Running backwards, eying chanceit only displays its gauzy posterior.Duped by invisibly dangerous obscuritiesits paper profile blurred by unfocused speedits devious snout smells silly boos.Odored sour by inaccurate deathit will never stop hoping for better or worse.

2002-08-08T17:26:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Commipest or Capipest (Communist or Capitalist)IndefinableSo what’s the difference?Too damned defined already.So Jesus was the first and last commie.So what?So he was crucified.When one goes down, the other must go up.What an accurate seesaw.Which is who’s the matter.And where will who be tomorrow?So what’s the problem?

2002-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Poligrin (Politician)UnmentionableEasily the most adaptable of all beastsit loans itself at low interestto this poem and other memorials.Its expedient mating call seduces moral majorities.Morally cleansed, Poligrin’s holes smell power.Odorous pomp excites crowdsof flimsy cardboard slogans.Saying docilely follow this Poligrin.Which hunts the biggest game.The winning one.After

2002-07-27T20:55:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Vacyawn (Bore)Vacuum BoreMuch too muddled creature! Mud mouth!Always munching on intervals of silence.Always invading earholes slacked to deafby your square ton tongue.Heavy concrete resoundsCrunches private polite nerves.So kindly close your hole and shut it up!

2002-07-26T18:54:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Thalament (Sea)Ocena GR. [okeanos?, Oceana? See below.—Ed.] opposite firmament Promêtheusô dios aithêr kai tachupteroi pnoai,potamôn te pêgai, pontiôn te kumatôn[90] anêrithmon gelasma, pammêtor te gê,kai ton panoptên kuklon hêliou kalô.idesthe m' hoia pros theôn paschô theos.derchthêth' hoiais aikeiaisindiaknaiomenos ton murietêO you bright sky of heaven, you swift-winged breezes,

2002-07-25T10:54:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Altidip (Air)High dippySeeming from heaven’s glittersun streams iridescent torrents lightlythrough surprised angel playthrough transparent cloud happystancetrembling caprice breeze knowledge poisedon feather energy’s gift,the sweet breath of life.

2002-07-21T16:46:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Tersed (Desert)Poet’s misspelling of desert backwardsAn everchanging beast melts timespace...Makes ships recede crosspuzzled...Forwards, Tersed is not the same as backwards.It wrong spells lost either way.Due to its hapless directions,composed of infinite particularsshifting continuously, seeming tractless,Tersed goes pastcrowd words.Loneliest of the beasts,

2002-07-20T19:11:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Photopet (Sun)Sunlight as belovedBright-blind center circlesnight-blind edge.Following dawn-slippered pinksWaking golden-spun orb.Warms all hearts with blanket blues.Photopet brings fuller light-playSo life may tend to morning-clear meaning.During stately ascent to noon’s instant seeming...Then descent.Balloon-grace slowwarm blues lost to fleeing goldin

2002-07-14T15:14:00.000-07:00

Poem BeastsThe Xelcano (Volcano)Hell fire manifested on EarthEarth wrinkles, splittingdown coneclosing blues(cone downandblues closing).Molten mouth spews upawful collapse of green wings.Fiery gloomed yesterdaysillume ash-gray memorials.Tabasco-red blood pourshellbirds’ devil screamson impfiends’ darkest laughter.Mush rock belly shakes like jelly.Dungeoned fire bursts out

2002-07-04T15:09:00.000-07:00

ON ANIMALS IN MUSICOn Animals in Music · Eric SatieMichelin has modestly stated that animals are ourinferior brothers · That is to say that man is animal’ssuperior brother · Well · We don’t haveanimal’s opinion on the subject · Whatwe do know is that animalsare natural citizens in good standing ·That they have rights and duties andthat their

2002-06-26T22:21:00.000-07:00

Here we are with sheetsHere we are with sheetstwo pairs of left feets, when you turn overand you are such a comforter to her while meis in agony over all thiswhat about the feet, these arms, the charms of curls,boys and girls know about? what about the lips, the eyes,the thighs raised to the licking skies? turn one angle and I

2002-06-25T08:16:00.000-07:00

A T K I M C H E E C A B A Ñ AVioletto ’Cello leaned against his wall, perfectly cornering her shadow’s simplifications. Scree a high note nailscraped the light blueboard of sky, muting the pavement’s white to a flatness beyond the staccato dogturds quoting everybody’s silences.Not with a twong, Contra sighed, not worthy of ’Letto’s bloody twong. An act’s going to sue this street for breach of

2002-06-24T05:31:00.000-07:00

Even Heaven has its murk!

2002-06-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

Artist's Soft Porn-take Names Names, Identifies SportsGames & Sports(Reload page for different names, sports.)

2002-06-22T18:02:00.000-07:00

WarningI saw four starlings fly straight up separately moments apart to the roof edge each perchedthe storm broke within the hour

2002-06-21T19:20:00.000-07:00

Practicelie stand up sit down it’s nobody else’s butt...

2001-09-01T16:35:00.000-07:00

The Story of a Truth Chapter One, Paragraph One – GARANCE went to the ClubFoot and met someone, one who neither heard nor spoke there, no barriers being between them. Garance took Silenzio home. They became friendly friends and sexual finessers all in the same instant. Garance grew more aware of earths powerful smells from the pelargonium plants outside her window, of the angle-sharp lacery

2001-07-25T19:10:00.000-07:00

Yes, lets Yes, lets, she answered. And they did, with arching spotted butterflies and axle grease with a skin-blue shine. Afterwards, her thighs, with a tiny murmur through parted lips, opened even more in satisfaction, and his legs fell down straight from his hips like thin sticks supporting nothing and yet supporting the stem of the pink-tinted lily in the center of their white pool of

2001-07-24T19:51:00.000-07:00

E L E G Y Chapter One, Paragraph One – JANE ACE, laser of traced persons, with his easy wife, Ace, glowered under the breakfast table at the murky dawns approach... Dot, their fondly handled, indubitable dog, approached. Woof woofed Dot. Dot woofed back, for the roof had fallen into echoes. See dear, spoke Easy, Theres not a spot on the roof, as the day tumbled to its woofdom. All

2001-07-15T19:42:00.000-07:00

Beerbohm/HJ My dear Mrs. Hunter, Much as I rejoiced, as you know, at the bestowal of the O.M., the picture of Lord Stamfordham making the recommendation to the king did rather -- though I am personally unacquainted with neither of these worthies -- -- amuses and tickles me as it might have been developed by H.J. himself. The result of which is a piece of writing in H.J.'s later manner. I

2001-07-14T09:27:00.000-07:00

Tom Swifties Overbearingly uncouth, Tom said, I have 352 Teddys in my collection." "No more soup in my cupboard," said Mrs. Tom Hubbard uncannily. "I teach sentence structure in my English classes for very low pay," Tom said parsimoniously. "I'm so pleased with my short Japanese jacket," Tom said happily. "'Anything you can sing fast, I can sing faster'"

2001-07-13T23:41:00.000-07:00

A Pool of Tables; a Mile of Myths a crud of excrescences a twist of lemons a brace of suspenders a suffocation of pillows a fall of angers a bribe of lawyers a lowering of standards a past of historians a province of Canadians a reach of peaches a welling of onions a club of erections a flight of Hawaiians a gape of tourists a clique of photographers a coil of mortals a pinch of Italians a

2001-07-12T21:12:00.000-07:00

Limericks and Games wears shoes for ads and for glory Ellie poses for ads and for glory In pumps and flats and diademmed zorii; Dore engraves her arches as naves and her ankle's scratched thin by Ed Gorey Ellie's been drawn by Gustave Dore and scratched in line by Edward Gorey Dore engraves her arches as naves and she's scratched very thin by Ed Gorey yes ellie poses and therein's a story