they're riding in the back
and the dogs are in the front

when the house is burned
the chimney still stands

the trees are all november,
they look so thin in front of the sun

who forgot their damn hat,
if you are who i think you are,
life is easy;
just avoid the mirror,
and go to bed on time

the tire tracks look the same
the leaves, however, are new
and dead

let them dogs loose
let them damn dogs loose
hes on the bank
owning no boat
he painted a new name
on the old boat

theres another warrant out
who can keep track of court dates

an old lover will show up
she'll look up from below
with mermaid eyes

later she'll get you drunk
and she'll be drunk too

you'll drive home
drive on home,
feel like a rock
skipping on the road

there are some places 
that have no names

tomorrow morning
there will be a line;
a line to wait in

crossing the bridge,
you will see one white sail
between two shades of blue








union boys
werent ready

of course

the general was shot at once
the mississippi regulars
drove the bluebellies

off the cliff

they landed on the wounded
and sunk the boats

before he died,
the general said,
"one blast upon his bugle horn
were worth a thousand men"

in the summer,
a black carhartt
and long hair


the things we need,
water, a dimension
a cot, arms












raise red lantern,
it doesnt matter
if the master visits me
today, tomorrow
or never

all people
are a head
on the hydra

raise red lantern,
drain blue cup

one of the sick heads
forever sick,
raise red cup that poisons
force the rest to drink





never go into the woods
hoping to meet someone,
they'll be far out, wasted
or 'getting exercise'

never go anywhere
hoping to meet someone

i went to the top of the mountain
and took a nap


when a boring person
meets a curious person
only one of them is bored

i drive by places
where i would like to sit down
to see what was there

knowing well,
i would be bored
before the duck flew out

the duck is in the reeds
there are snakes living there

every night i dream of a duck

the duck doesnt read
it hates sunday


the duck once saw a waterskier
tangled in a family of water snakes








cafeteria

i ate ice cream
out of the dark bowl;
in my sleep,
i sweated furiously



she gives flowers
to them that smell bad

and fans herself
like shes swarmed by bugs

she taught me how
to use a sword

before the duel
she dips it in poison

she fights in the desert,
but i caught her lookin at me
in a church




"memory is an exquisite snowman, saying
i am made of the same stuff as the earth that bore me
a snowman is like a spermacetti candle
shedding tears of wax as it dies"






you bastards,
who stuck this crab
in my apple bunch

i cant pick a basket
without the skeets
taking what i earned

what i earned
god dammit


i moved my tent
closer to the woods
away from the pond

everywhere has too much meaning
if you take it in more than you should,
it could make you do rash things
in the name of the heart

here,
like every place,
where a war has been lost
is a cripple, and mean

it spends its days on the porch
shooting at stray dogs



when the cow died
i scooped it up
with the bulldozer

i drove on the road at sunset
and nobody followed behind

the cow was in the blade
its head hung loopy
like grampa's smile

its head looked down at the road
a plane was flying above us
and left a tiny puff trail


old earth,
its the flea bit dog in the space pack
it goes around the sun
it goes around the sun,
and its so damn old

the blue parts
are still healthy



when i took the cow to the hole
young boys had crowded around

they were acting simple
and crazy
their hats were backwards
also their pants

at first i was going to say

oh my god boys, get back
get the hell back

go home, take a bath
and beat the video game

but why shouldnt they watch?
i dropped the cow in the hole

then those boys
those naughty boys

they danced until
a small one
cried like a loon













as a young surfer,
i hated the french canadians

they showed up in vans
with boogie boards and flippers

my dream was bad
i rode the wave and fin sliced em
i told em to get the fuck
outta my way
with that fromagé

they kicked like guppies
in a warm bath

damn im a bad guy
damn what a bad guy