Interior Architecture

People keep asking us why 

Our house has so many windows— 

When we were designing it, 

My wife and I decided 

It would have as many windows 

On the world as necessary 

To make us feel at home inside.

Logorrhea, My Contribution to World Poetry Day

We run off at the mouth whenever we say whatever 

We put down is what we have to say and nothing’s going stop us, 

Come what may— 

Okay, bulldozers, let’s have it our way but 

What are we going to say when our treads are sinking in deep 

Shit with everybody running the opposite way? 

Ventriloquist aka Monsanto's GMO Stool Pigeon

Talk about someone throwing their voice! 

Even the head of our dummy corporation can’t tell 

Where the next rat’s coming from. 

Lonesome Pine Inn

Much too crying out loud thinking 

The reticence where 

Soon to be boxed in 

A canyon resonating 

Somewhere out there. 

Guttersnipes

Who gives a shit about your so-called catharsis, big shot? 
Whatever it is for you, for us it’s always going to be another 


One of your effluent turds gargling in our gutter.

Ball-buster Driving Last Nail in Coffin

I gotta hand it to you, stud— 

When you said your body was perfect, 

You hit the nail on the head. 

Down-to-Earth Niedecker

To be beautifully lost 
For a time takes as long 
As one finds time 

Enough to give in 
To such frivolous fancy, 
And for me that’s poetry— 

But the shine on the pendulum says 
Your time’s up, Mister, so take that 
Crock of shit back to where you found it.