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[chucklingpecan]

Out there

The big

eye

Or the

big I

Like freight

trains

Performing

their natural

tasks

[chucklingpecan]

He was just a sparrow

bouncing across a tapestry

spread out upon the lawn.

Something from

that woven world

reached out

and snared his wings

in silver thread.

[chucklingpecan]

An afternoonʼs spent

slouched in my undershorts

my tongue a slab of sandstone

slack against my chin

as a gurgling metal orgasm of mercury

spurts out the tops of Americaʼs thermometers

Iʼve come to believe that

sinister munchkins on loan from Satanʼs workshop toil in the Sunʼs Knob & Button Suite

punching dials and tossing switches

until our eyeballs, once rivered with sweat

now puckered like parched currants,

plop out of sockets

and fall sizzling to the patio

[chucklingpecan]

There's no true beginning

No actual Genesis

Just more events in a series of terrible entertainments

Volcanoes spewing hot stew over the suffering earth

Some elephants catapulted over castle walls

The inhabitants struggling with internal parasites and ineffective magic

Hoping the concept of prayer will someday return

[chucklingpecan]

How did you choose your name? It is quite striking

From a little poem I wrote years ago:

We be the

chuckling pecans

O nutcracker moon

[chucklingpecan]

There’s no guarantee

The zenith of existence

Is heaven’s front door

[chucklingpecan]

I can be the big spoon

to the soul of a crow

in that memory

of Nebraska once ago

Just let us sleep

Just

let

us

sleep

[chucklingpecan]

Longing for Autumn This old sun may soften heat In July's back yard

[chucklingpecan]

A few very cautious steps

because

falling over backwards

is now second nature to the obsessively anxious

[chucklingpecan]

Longing for Autumn

This old sun may soften heat

In July's back yard

[chucklingpecan]

A tiny man lives in my head and is responsible for most of it

He sits in an

ornately carved wooden chair and his biceps are underdeveloped

(There are no screens & All directives are issued on paper)

[chucklingpecan]

If this heat wave fries us up like succulent bratwurst at a Fourth of July picnic Who or what will provide the buns?

[chucklingpecan]

In the harsh

metaphysician's vision

of the Final Moment

there's a heavenly truck

coming my way

with its bed full of flowers

giggly balloons & sparkle balls

bouncing over the gate

then I see my name

on an index of misdeeds

pasted to the bumper

just before the tires

rip skid marks

across my

face

[chucklingpecan]

A trumpet’s sweet notes moan softly The Sun relents and the Moon ascends

[chucklingpecan]

The glow from within is just a headlight beaming through the window

The wind empties the trees and that which is precious remains undelivered

[chucklingpecan]

I’m horizontal in your guest bedroom and there is no light and no sound and no clothing just breathing in and breathing out and I hope we do it right

[chucklingpecan]

Tell us about

the flying cars

and functional pyramids

stuffed with light furniture

Accept that we don’t

believe you

Our skepticism

the panacea

for all ailments