Frank Sauce-A Courtship of Memories Like Dreams

Pacing Poem #1

2012-04-25T20:07:00.002-07:00

Please tomorrow
as if yesterday
pleads for today

Green Mother

2012-04-25T19:59:00.000-07:00

Fly be free mean green mother
Shrouded in a myth
you are life

yesterday was lonesome
wait
today
works a sacred day
we blaspheme green everyday

you know where your heart is
mother
green

he doesn't like the color green
perhaps he is more mean than you
Green Mother
Mother Green

unstripped
listless
an amalgam of memory, regret and forgetfulness
there is nothing
here is everything

this seams less than you
Green mother
Mother green

The impossible posits the possible
and then there is me and you
we know each other

A casual glance
a remorseless tangle
what weeds we bramble

a bramble of green
this day almost gone
here we are
everything

Thumb Poem #15

2012-04-25T19:57:00.000-07:00

I hate you poets

You're sludgewall

You can have convenience, which I can never spell correctly without a prompter now

So I drink myself to knot and beyond

A poet is a poet, what more do you want?

A poet is their soul, and that is why I hate them, unless they are hot

I heave you, poets!

I am fast that needs to glean you with your words, its pure means, if just for a moment, poets

I love your poetry

Oh, you silly, strong, seized, wild, mainline, mad poets!

you make me drink more because I feel more

Oh, how I lust for the wiggle in your verse, your sumptuous phrase

When you make an ugly word beautiful and the best word real

Thumb Poem #14

2012-04-01T11:42:00.005-07:00

She has a speech impediment, we both have spines

Doorknob platter

Cellophane and hay, yay!
Broken fake marvel in the diva den

I'm gonna break it That said, gotta triple and shitty service

You're lo-cash cause you're lo-class

Shake that ass down into my ditch, which reminds me of my skin’s will to flesh

We are just people

She's so Led Zepplin that I feel heavy around her

Thumb Poem #13

2012-04-01T11:31:00.003-07:00

You alone with your smorgasbord of emotions deceives you into thinking you're not alone Its last breath before temptation convinces us all awry The latest sorrow begins with a snag, a fray and a yowl The fork forks as it remembers that it wasn't too long ago when life was eaten

“If you are not a fork, you will be forked,” the forks sustain

Thumb Poem #12

2012-04-01T11:21:00.005-07:00

I found the rapid man, he didn't find me

I was rapid once as a child on my knees

Now my knees know pant legs and elbows

Thumb Poem #11

2012-03-04T09:59:00.002-08:00

Wind sails full of bluster match swells chopped white against the moon

A creedless man braced against a rail, his will to fall matches his will to rise

The splash-spray creases his face, his grimace half wild

"Have you ever used these symbols before?" she stalely asks

"No. Never." I reply surprised

Thumb Poem #10

2012-03-04T09:10:00.003-08:00

Sever several
severe waves

Drought through last season

Your bein' becomes too much for us, an overload of person

A peninsula of cakes eaten in spite, all of us now being cakeless thanks to you

We saw you before you became weightless, and wondered at your sexiest of obesities, like gluttons we dined on all of you for our densest pleasures

Thumb Poem #9

2012-03-04T08:53:00.003-08:00

“One more?” he asks

“Yes, please,” I reply

It's a full moon and our anniversary

You expect me to stay sober for this dear Buzios?

Then you my beautiful mess, your dream of the past, your dream of new wealth, are sadly mistaken

You should know how I feel about dreams of ascension

It gives me sad smile, like bile

We don't what it is or what it does for us until we taste it

It's a bitter root for our consumptive lives

Thumb Love Poem #1

2012-03-03T13:07:00.004-08:00

We have sex and listen to the wind arrest the chimes, frisk them, throw them down out back

I wake up to metal and you sigh

One of us will have a Waterloo in our loins before the day is over

Stuff n' Things

2011-03-12T11:16:00.000-08:00

you don't know what happened unless you were there
that's what they say, "it's nothing that I envisioned "

it's good if you want it to be

the same or better more seems a long shot that won't last

it's good for the soul, they say

that's the way it is sometimes, isn't it? the breathing takes a nap, a long itinerant map you know how it is, but it doesn't always happen that way, does it?

it's a long way to go, the everessence of nothing, a calamity of skin and bones

gets lost in the malaise, the bygone years should be gone, but they linger

alive in the afterlife of tomorrow

he's a one arm bandit, with a purr and a whimper, the bang ends the world

the toes and the heels resound with the sound of sleep The shell of a man vibrates, a turbulence inside I have found this a thousand times, and a thousand lines that measure time

it is ok, even if you almost died The breath is gone

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you're a bookeeper, what do you want?

you feel the smile and dread the aftermath, but it's all noise and lessons learned that doesn't help us make sense of what happened before and what may happen after

it's a lot that is parked A life lived through mirrors and lenses, car doors and engines, gas and pedels

normally you'd be there more and less, more gone then we care to remember

like you remember, alive and quiet inside

are you alive and well? It does matter because we are all matter and energy taking up space, if just for a moment

Will of nothing comes of this It's love through another electronic door

My Toilet is a Harsh Mistress

2011-02-15T06:57:00.000-08:00

Here, inserting words into the toilet Words you don't like anymore The one's you could do without|wasted words|the one's you love the most

I wanna grow full in a toilet of sin A white night precedes me in this wanton wiggle my hips have gathered

You have stasis and I have nine Where are your morals now?

The architecture of debris: Debris is trees If you get caught in the flow, you become debris.

you are the wound spray of my debris basin

Asleep thigh while reading lies in news makes me want to get off the toilet, but I'm stuck Can't move

that’s the toilet for you

Ill World Will

2010-01-23T18:33:00.000-08:00

It's clear the world does not care about tears, raindrops, the coarse tongues of children
It cares only about itself, taking care of the world's interests, however mundane, compunctive
or mystic its interests may be

That's why I drink and don't care about the world anymore

Missed Lunchbox in Rye

2009-10-09T22:22:00.001-07:00

All the others survived
for survival's sake

we drank wine and sang

we did what others didn't have the heart to do
we dined on the regret of each other and gave
our blood and sat until we laughed

Not every one has a reason or even a ghost of reason
even before the mermen dreamed

Micheal Malatov wrote something about bombing the moon.
I used to fix rockets that held bombs
If I were a rocket and you were the moon, you wouldn't let me do you?

this is a re-write of a re-write from memory

Miss you!

A Gathering of Sounds

2009-09-21T21:53:00.000-07:00

or stuff I did in highschool

The joke among men: the size of self and the attrition of facets

in the light of morning

Half done desire sits idle, mild men

strapped up by beauty in bed

what madness or sorrow brings

a blight of will?

wit but fragments for a few alive as shadows

we alone hold the refuge of hearts, the stammer of self, and the will of

legions past the report of rumors ripped through memory

a gathering of sounds

our noise is next

writing: read below a like: thin ripped pens

your luck is with you

spread around to find you're thankfully

thicker than a pad of butter

but not thick enough to make the ridiculous safe

just remember, a slew of adieus might not make them all go away

life attracts life and we're alive—a gathering of things making other things

gather like our selves

Your Slick System Keeps You

2009-08-11T20:45:00.000-07:00

or Systemic Lords Born of Doors

"I'm bored," he wrote

"Crap," I thought, "Pure Crap"

I thought hard and shutdown
then cleaned off my screen

this evening you rumba and I eat salsa

Tomorrow that's all I think of for an hour; spend the whole day thinking of tomatoes, peppers and your Rumba, even if all that really happens is clicking and banging on machines

Cheap, Ugly Things

2009-08-04T21:22:00.000-07:00

I'm writing you hopefully that counts for something.

I pulled lines out of my wallet, wads of paper. More paper than you can shake a stick at. Lines wrought in the nothing of the air that surrounds a half-drunken man in a bar with a quickened, bourboned mind. What I stole from you has been modified. It's has a confused history.

Hope you're well.

My twin is running around here somewhere and he's a nastier mother fucker than I am, I tell you
And that's sayin' something

again
at a poetry reading

upper limit poetry
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lower limit testosterone-laced conversation about American Pie

quick its seagulls eyes

squiggly lines mean nothing

our basements are full of cheap, ugly things

Emotional Fescue

2009-07-27T21:38:00.000-07:00

ok, that was dumb, but I feel like fescue
the plant I'd name Robert,
my grass
my Robert lawn
but that would be wrong
now
wouldn't it?

ok, that was dumber

pop

shit

fescue

Happens Half-Glass Fast

2009-07-26T18:12:00.000-07:00

Fast is fast
at last
it won't change the facts
they were there already

those two bear fruit
amazed

Useless Letters and Errata

2009-07-26T18:03:00.001-07:00

Steak forsakes stake

I M

Mobile break

E D

Senseless leg

L C

you knew it would happen

S Q

overdue on either finger

T H

Toes to multiply with

U W

shake fur

Y K

they all saw ceilings and elbows

A P

His planet provides privileges

J E

I gave up my pancreas for this?

N B

a new moon hides behind us.

a hell you want to

2009-07-12T15:31:00.000-07:00

here you go
rubber buckets for your bullshit
a scratch at further shock

pick me up some slop
loose along limits
three more times
than any other thing thought of
so here we are
a mad rush of veins
a portable pump
halved by right and left

at least we weren't too wrong

you're right
we should have stopped it.

Maggot Tree Brain Dead

2009-06-11T21:15:00.001-07:00

Ask a tree who are we and the tree will say nothing

Ask a maggot and it just squirms

Ask me, and I'll say we're full of it

but that's not a maggot's bag

That's why we have dead trees
to remind us of a maggot's life
in memory

do what you gotta do

2009-06-08T20:41:00.000-07:00

do you do whatcha gotta do?
do you gotta do whatcha do?

we do.

So whatcha doin'?
I'm doing this

you're the only you, dude
we're the only we
I am not the only I

solace

Pipe Dream No. 9

2009-05-14T20:37:00.000-07:00

In a recreation pit, our entire
dream is in a pipe

we're a dime-o-dozen, pal
it's a shame
I could be head-spun drawn

On a couch reclined
this pipe is still a pipe
she said
it's unbelievable

we admire you

Birl Log on the Fire

2009-05-08T21:38:00.000-07:00

We have purchased you
this we know

I lied

Half truths of swallowed lives
Bring it on
Bring on it

bling

satisfy my heart
eat your soul
we shallow walking will

tethered desk, high stool
drink from pools of puddles stood
we can give you this

really three sang loud about cups
filled with water like only cups could
better than your child's lull

happens

to eat hearts and unimpressed fools
beauty in dipthongs reign
when we slide between our sounds

sounding

birl I would you