Mrs. Rear

Clark Coolidge

Exculpates
tongue to the teeth and we empty the screen
Danny Hedaya in a woody rec room
ugh?  remnants

Perch best peach of blame
a meteorological female and her problems
"I said waft it"  "stretch"
aberrant and pot my hare

Grope until it ends in a booth
(creeps) I like to beat people up
in a block (poems of blocks)
a world that is both topless

And bottomless (shoving)
in a yellow lit ambulance
sure as water rolls off midgets
I catch nothing but pink incoming

"Hi, ice"  "you didn't mention manure"
just a couple of thighs (blanks)
Clint's secret name is "Fred"
the kinks have left the street

Born double flake to the morning pencil
ugly as a view could be made
(mad)  (uncle in turban burning)
so sick he spit up on every

Window weights will be tuba weights
(Orlando)  "cooking for Mickey is boring"
but hey  "I'll never go back to Georgia"
(Our Man in Manteca)

On how later the knowledge was down
variable vitamins in an aspirin bottle
"you dropped acid?!"  (grunt)
enough of these lessons and you'll

Make off with the tuba
oh yeah?  birds painting
puddles under bridges
but found out not much

Bait and a clearing screen  (duh)
nose  bone  scrub boy on landing
ugliness is like scrub brush of
the Visionary in Lansing Michigan

Has Brinker and his bubbling syzygy
(America with a booziary helmet)
"I'm Sam I like the blues"
here in the House of Blurs  (some)

Got to Franconia and found nothing
but talk over a midnight house base
I won't know who I am
(lower that ball just so)

Freaky spare pole position (minions
of the Guess Who)
got blond but was born dim
I pick up a horn-green skein

Is this water or a foreign clime?
shattered my walk a bit and went home
over a choice of radar veins
I can't write  (there was a bunch)

(A statue of Porcelain)  hear the music
the school rows of a vaster notebook
(entwine me, Darger)  a stance
a detail should be left on the wall

I stood it made a mount of it
are you wild?  I'm the district manager
of height and mask
stop feeling the worseness

(Horse hockey)  the man is still there
and corked out of window veins
an art hardon called Gentle Subsidy
or pollution saddle orgone receptacle

Lola just told me she'd seen
Old Cake Marsh let me baffle you
"is it March or is that just your name?"
meanwhile it rains on the assembled triggers

Perchers  barley fanciers  stoves
ice plants  hirers of an oaken past
meanwhile the library spills open (give
me a break)

Yerba Buena Jazz Band pilfers seams
fresh as it turns
"but I'd like to see Perceval"
"let's go the the hill"

Balloons scored!  though I still
don't acknowledge
the stand on the moon
rapid pleasures off or on the tube

(the Finishing Ministers)
stop it  accept these handcuffs
lake me in the aisle
(composition or angostura bitters)

Where the Hapmen play
where the saddle of treasures is hefted
when amicably enough
my backyard is laid out in slots

I view it from out of a farming dream
of attics  faint choices
let's make the pages say
Boxes of Slim Opportunity

This sliced mayo-marl may slide
"I have too many sport jackets"
and checkers of the same
but this can never end  (iguanas)