PuppyFlowers: Volume I
WESTWARD HO 2 DREAM TEAM 2001 3
HELP YOURSELF 4 MOTHER'S DAY 5 POEM 6
I'M THINKIN' ABOUT EASTER CUZ I FUCKIN' LOVE PASTELS 7
THE THING 9
A Carnet for the Loved Love 11
When I Was Twelve 15 Red Suburb 16 Cohort 1161 18
Amtrak Sunset 19
KEVIN OPSTEDAL thHollywood 20 Kon Tiki & the 99 Wave 21 Liquid Drāno 22
In these latitudes 24 Part gray-pink subliminal cumulus, part palm tree 26
Thursday was empty & Friday was soaked in bleach 29
Kam Fong as Chin Ho 30 Metabolism, a movie 31
Blind Errands to Nowhere 33
Tiny Bubbles 34 Drinking from Puddles 36 BETH LISICK
The Popular Movements 42 Childcraft: Volume 7 43 OUT OF THE PAST 44 CHRIS FISCHBACH
“Palindrome: a Tactical Composition” 45
“The Consistory of Cardinals: Ballad” 48
The Three of Us 49
COURTNEY E. MARTIN
breathing as a drum 51
Ghazal of Córdoba 54
It all started the year I went as a cowboy to Christmas... 55 KARL KRAUSE
What’s It Good For? 58 At the Candy Bar Factory 59
Lifestyles 60 Thank You (in progress) 61
PROSE POEM 62 PROSE POEM CONSEQUENCES 63
Ing 64 from the BALL-HALLELUJAH CONNECTION 65
excerpt from the BALL-HALLELUJAH CONNECTION 66 MARINA ECKLER
Stage Left 69 A COMPENDIUM OF HORSES 70
THE ARCHETYPE OF THE MAD SCIENTIST 72
UNDER THE MOON 74 The Poetry of Kevin Opstedal 75
Bob Dylan 76
“Colors” starring Patti, Grandma, & me at twenty-five 77
Her Finest Hour 78 Like Beatrix Potter, 79 Meryl Streep 80
The Correction 81 Tom Brokaw 82
Welcome Back Kotter 83
I just saw Pinocchio running backwards across the pixilated landscape with
his bolshevik cock barking a littered river from his lederhosen.
The hamburgers below deny everything
but the abandoned vision of my own blindness--
it's the old house in drag--insulting me with dust, the breath of incest, &
while I spy on my own mind & flail toward the memory of lies.
"If New York City is the mouth of America
then San Francisco must be its asshole"
All the words I have to say have become clouds
with the silence of a bruised facade behind me. . .
"I wish I could afford some cash!"
I'm somewhere in between
DREAM TEAM 2001
I'm buried now
but I won't be long--
memories light the corner of my mind,
shifting watercolors of the way we were
& the bodies we left behind
& when I rise
I'll shake my eyes
upon confusion hill--
The Strangest Man Alive
with my dark holler
& the strange old songs
Love will abide
to wake in stride
above these states
on darling shiny days
living in the memory of a cause
It ain't be'd easy
with a cracker jack code ring
& a black eye
This is a mean old world
to try to live in
So let's get to work on the final nightmare
of Modern Art
& make some origami fruit squirrels
Oops--the sewing machines are dripping,
& who turned on the heavy?
Is this just another teenage lesbian vendetta,
or am I the next contestant on "Soul Search"?
I'm gonna WIN WIN WIN that can of potted meat product
I really am.
Go dig a hole--
I'm goin' where there's no depression
Here the womb becomes an inward drawing
Transparent quietness like stars & years
Bones & flesh knit into a door
Reveal the intricate disorder--
When the doorbell rang
It was a baby that will forever be yours.
I my best to confuse the audience--
Ask me how I'm losing weight. . .
& my hands turned into a notebook
to reach through the cosmos & scrape my face out.
The piss-light's over San Francisco like a slouch
as the modern lovers wear their incest down Market St.
like a badge--
like a send my love to you sign on the window.
I came by the way of the half-breeds & lesbians
& I'll be home with buckets of gold heart.
Cash horror & low starfire these days--
I'm guided by voices.
Is that all there is?
I'M THINKIN' ABOUT EASTER CUZ I FUCKIN' LOVE PASTELS
--for Marc Huebert
Let me show you the shape of my heart:
a baby blue King Kong lunch box
trying to make lost time--
"I Gotta Whole Lotta Lunch"
"All Is Full of Lunch"
"Lost Lunch Blues"
"You've Lost That Luncheon Feeling"
I used to be young, gifted & black,
but now I'm just white trash.
Pink tulip on a paper towel &
7 porcelain dalmations in a shitty window--
the details make up for the damage. . .
I used to believe in a lot of things,
but things done changed--
all day long with my foot up a dog's ass
in the same stale shoes.
There are strange things happening every day.