turntable is milk
4 excerpts from Toolbox #1
My momentary visions
lost in the coin slot on a
city street. Jumbling for
change the light slants
backwards and snakes lost
through the rotten memories
of a century asleep. Cold and
in love with ideas. I saw a big
bird swoop down, Hitchcockian
cool, tangoing crusty eyed with
menace, through the blanket's
holes. Through the blanket's holes
we feel air, charged and busy, leaping
tall to the building's top floor
greenhouse. The door open
and a telephone booth in the
corner, under some bee hives
The Modern Chair
the modern chair is comfortable
sitting there is a stare in the face of life.
Holding on to the arms of this chair
I'll focus on the color, although now
I can't remember what that is, but I'll
look at it and think, "look at this modern
chair," first seen pulling rank in a cave
by the thick oasises of the American desert.
I'll think about the chair, locked into its own
shadow, never knowing about its own color-
Under the cushion of the chair is an untold
story nobody wants to hear-- And I don't
really care if the sky is large and the whole
world may move to Canada--"it's big there."
Seen shifting an inch an hour historically
the modern chair will be felt in all the senses.
And to think, this chair is in my house.
"Apartment Thunder"
--Henri Michaux
The volume adjusted in a white-walled room.
And the lazy clock ticks hearts away from
representation: it is a blind worship of the world.
Time goes by and I will see the same things, feel
the same things as moments ago I may flick the
table lamp on and off; playing shadows--
imprinting momentary pictures into the space of
the room. I felt a shudder just then a foghorn
possibly-- nowhere near water though. Deaf
magic running parallel to the ceiling fan. It is
wind which stirs up noise it is fast just now
is moments away good fear whole
time; this is on, and a while ago, the room
danced and smiled and faded: back to here.
Never Wash Windows (in 7 parts)
I.
The man backed up his car and crash,
backed up his car, crashed into the
car, there was a large, a crash
II.
ran back to the bakery, baked goods
(and chocolates too) a hooded sweatshirtZ Buffalo Bills
On the fingernails... chocolate
He wore under his uniform a Buffalo Bills t-shirt
Blue. The bakery window was made of glass.
III.
The sound reached the stone walkway. Walking
on the stone walkway-- boots on the pavement,
across the street a crashy sound and a
guy with a Buffalo Bills t-shirt. Flashing
lights and a novelette perhaps a junction
IV.
Baby eyes a shelf with baked goods
The accident was a hundredth one
A painting in the mud
Burnt into the sidewalk, a crash
V.
Around W. Delevan the runway I saw a plane
land on Main street in 1982, the chocolates
"can't break away" from light
dogs can't eat chocolate cats eat Snickersss
Sailora on leave no parts just a baker
VI.
Buffalo 1901. A bullet the
man backed up his automobile near the
Mobil, a crash-sound looped
the man, backed up, the fender light
don't work the cop wore a hood
and his badge, it was not
glistening
VII.
2001 Buffalo. A robot buys
a telescope the scenes
a crashlette the "cigarette" haze pollution
the guy just didn't barely looked
backed up his car
"Tanya, I swear to god I saw that plane crash."