Renshi (collaboration)
Ray Craig left one sock
and flew away
no one doubted
it was left on a chair
a practice which complies
with dance
swung scarves around
gyrating neckless necks
plate with toast
as an identical intention?
eating chocolate-dipped strawberries
they bewailed imperialism
position defines the movement:
knees bend with both hands
bulldozer rape of demolished homes
she carefully shaves underarm hair
public access with multiple speakers
dogs bark at cartoon dogs barking
comedians prefer fish cunt for breakfast
flipped zombies, trolls, elves and imps
Brazilian cuisine with 1960s porn music
heli takes off from her bed-shaped hat
resistance in expensive red paintings?
perhaps, we might question again
how many ways there are to count to four
that's why mathematicians tend
to commit suicide on the weekends
rubber glides on feet protect floor
time flips pancakes of fame
the yellow pages unopened
paper-cut on my thumb, hurts
when I press on it
treatise on contradictions
glue sniffer's paradise lost
dancers pile their clothes on the stage
and toss blue combs into the audience
transparent heels and a shadow's hat
pedestrians receive sound of scissors on Wilshire
discarded club flyers stick to wet pavement
"it's her birthday" so we all chew pig lard
tires screech dancers freeze automatically
speak no more about the leaves
and my skin prompted by female criminals
goose bumps into a lampshade overnight
a long cloud of pink letters in Ferrari dust
extends the treatment in a popular attempt
to enhance furniture ambience
reclines tattooed on sofa of lesbian love
distorted percussion loop
stable surface: coffee simplified by crushed ice
rumbles stomach through thought petals
spilling across sky of broken bottle dreamscape
ice-cream parlor waitress, autopsy photographer
kiss me says the girl with pink hair
under the brambles, knees knock cheeks
rambunctious wind licked from deer's ear
select climbing roses suited to coastal weather?
contestants accommodate themselves in various folds
adjacent to the employee's parking-lot:
crumpled erection in ink?
more than a wad shot through chrome rocket
onto the tapestry of nightstar's winking eye
tear out the scissor sisters page
and use the rest of the issue to pack boxes
folded arms and paper cranes adorn his skirt
trades in his wife's kimono for a new pen
the unwashed remain unrepresented
on the bamboo neon scaffold of power
discipline arrives in Canada
transvestite photographed with cleavage
"I'm really sorry for what I didn't show"
you needed more than less" she snickered
daughter clutches her mother's hospital hair
so where'd you get the beauty scar,
tough guy? eatin' pineapple?
acrobat in slippers yawns yams
why bother not to kill space time?
children encourage their parents to clap louder
under the waves over the sky
bridges to clusters of fireflies
elsewhere in vinyls across Mendoza Street
corpse accessories purchased by phone
includes a disposable camera
disposed unseen like the line
you suggested I discard in velvet
celery with peanut butter
susceptible to school clothes?
the plaintiff concludes in static referents
"the spiral staircase of process"
must be climbed backwards upside down
press the fold flat against the table surface
sleeveless Marilyn top in pink or black: $29.99
people with an authoritarian mindset
won't change even when commanded
pigeons sleep in daylight
shared address anticipates marriage?
glow of life in the formica decay
"Tokyo Rottens" from alien cats
modern girl quick to concur with pop gravity
aging mother in emergency room halts poem
while gas valve grows suspicious febrile hair
swimming pool with fence
disrupts the aesthetic fluidity
1964: an Italian nun holds a transistor radio to her ear
adrift between earth and sky
she itches everywhere but never scratches
amulets acquire a peculiar pause
surface disappears: gallery performance with turntables
"purple, pimple, nipple" rolled off her tongue
lifting barbells of crabapple and chamomile
tongue red in licorice paste
mother picks up the phone and talks to herself
discovers daughter’s head in oven
and quickly hangs up on herself
June, 2004
John Solt and Ray Craig
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