zine selections

here are some zine selections. i'll be publishing a book next spring, so thats cool, here are some of my favorite selections:


"preteen highway"

preeteens swinging from xmas lights hangin from the freeway overpass, spinnin from when the cars and trucks and hybrid-electric dolphins drive by. also the draphts blow the screeming swingers back and forth like a boxer bangs his or her hanging bag that one last time for good measure.

ddd-ddd-ddd-ddd... bop

the xmas lights snap and time stands still suspending the scene. all except for benji the baton who crick his neck and then goes back to sleep on the concrete divider. the mile markers prepare for what happens when the time happens again...

SLICE!!!!!!!!! the dolphin dorsal fins cut the kids into pieces that splatter into plastic yellow smily faces and green MR. Yuck stickers, bouncing and sticking to the windshields and peopleshields of the motorists. the folks passing overhead on the overpass turn thier radio dials which in turn turn the folks into passing phases and kidneystones


"Fascist Forest"

i wish i was a forest policeman
id cruize around, scope out all the trees, profile them.
take'em in for questioning sometimes. ruff'em up a bit
be like "so where where you on december the third last, huh?
and theyd be like I aint telling you nothing without my lawyer pig!
then i'd plant some drugs on'm and throw em in the slammer,
handcuff all the branches
but i wouldnt be tottally mean,
id hold a class once a week to help the more promising ones get their GED diplomas. on graduation day i'd be like congradulation trees! here are your diplomas... which i printed on paper made from your families!!! thats right, while you where in jail we cut down the forest and made'm all into paper and toothpicks HAHAHAHAHA.
the trees would have the last laugh though!
they'd ban together and stop converting Carbon dioxide into oxygen, and then i'd be like (gasping)
you, damn trees. i'll get even with you if its the last thing i ever do....


"palms"

we have arived at the time when the lines blur and melt
the cobwebs freeze, break, shatter and fall to the ground into a game of pick-up-sticks after you pull the tweezers from your pocketknife and collect the first few needle-shards you pause.
and if you have any nonsense you slam BOTH palms down onto the pile!!
OUCH!!!!
acupuncture was never such discovery you press your porqupined hands to your face where they stick, and watch the rest unfold through your fingers, which managed to avoid the stiff-spider-web-quills.


"i'll see you on the waves"

why do you ask for love? and why in the world do you ask apples to swing down and be eaten by you, so silly. take them, eat them, oranges too why fish with bait that must be imagianed by the fishes? swim swim and chase. besides, hooks are of no use here why be angry with your television? no, watch every commercial and groove, dance, and bob to the dead music, make the dead glowing box live so that you can leave it at YOUR pleasure.

in fact, why refrain from any glowing evil, hypnotic or otherwise. You know in your depths that the experimentation of it leads mainly to the inevitable boredom of domination. the suppresion of evil leads mainly to larger, more harmful experiments, exponetially even......

warning: but bring love into your evildoing, for love left in good places is the most eaily corrupted. love left inside love becomes the most terrible freedom, the freedom from change, the awful distance from the wonder of growth and the privilage of death...

I LOVE U (so silly and fun when letters love eachother, carved into treebark)

i love the fear of loves destruction. my unborn child shines lights with little mirrors all along the wall in a language inviting decryption. yet all the message can say when expressed this way is "hello, from: just someone, forgetaboutit". the childs keeper, his mother, my own silly heart has learned the idiotic truth that:(in a mocked proffesor's voice) yes, sometimes the purest of love can in fact cause the object of its affection harm, and pain,(damned sweet comfortable irony.)
a nail left to rust in a basement toolbox. Thus the noble thing to do must be then not to discard this nail, or destroy this love, but to focus its power elsewhere, channel it into other avenues...

FOCUS LOVE? YOU HYPOCRITIC ME

why do you stand on the top of your waves and say "ah yes, now i see that all waves around me are waves just the same, with the same function and purpose. I have mastered my wave and at the top i will sit... or stand as i know the value and order of choice. yes yes, we are all on water waves all the same, here i am, satisfied, still."

ORDER OF CHOICE? WAKE UP ME

yes mr. smartypants it is true that every wave around you is in fact the same as your conquered wave, you're very smart indeed there on your cushion. HOWEVER, every same wave that is at a different PLACE will crash on the shores of oblivion at a different TIME. and was there ever any joy that was not made of the impermanence of place, and and and the violent thrust of time. time infinate death and creation unlimited.

dance each wave from top to bottom, leap from cap to cap, and when you must meet the sands of nothing, may you step ashore in your own special, playful way. for if you are caught sitting or standing the wave will crash and you will be quite comically thrown headfirst into the beach with your bathrobe at your neck, your legs flailing about from neglect, and your unborn children laughing wildly from all the fun. (isn't it a great hope that all wave sitters and sleepers will not have to
die upon thier waves alone, innervoices silenced, this i hope for me and you and you and you...)

once again i love you and i'll see you on the waves, for i'll not see you on the shore, where i
pray you step


"consider the building"

consider the building being built, and now it is finished. Now imagine that just 100 of the million bricks where to be taken away. how much faster will this building crumble, when your brick is gone, and the hundreds of bricks above it are no longer supported. your one brick missing allows outside air to get in messing up the heating and cooling systems! ohhhh! "what about windows" you say, you smart-alec. yes yes windows do let in and out air, but they are THERE to be opened or closed.

what about this- accourding to the laws of physics, at some mathematical point, one drop of water is all it will take to break a dam. when water joins with water, it becomes one body of water. and as the dam breaks. every previous drop of water has had a hand in the event, sharing in this glorious spectacle (remember, just a metaphore. dams breaking in real life? usually not good.) in the end does that one drop of water recieve all the credit? No, it cant even be found or singled
out. the idea of this happening is absurd and silly even. lets say you've donated just two dollars, and two hours of your time to agencies fighting to cure cancer. if this is so, when cancer is cured: feel no humility, embarasment, or give yourself any pause to jump up and yell, "HEY EVERYONE, I CURED CANCER!! GO ME." for dont you see, you did!

and what of this- PRETEND for a minite that every member of the human race is a "cell in the body" of humankind. imagine that just .5 of a percent of the billions of cells in your body decided to stop working, or never start, or just vanish. you could not live with all of those absences! allthough it gives me a good idea for a startrek beaming accident script... HOW STRAGE to think of your skin cells at war with your blood cells for praying to different gods. think of your bones, nerves, muscles, and blood buying tabloids and watching the E! channel to find out what those
celebrities of the flesh: the eyes, lips and hair, are up to now? why should the palm be jeolous of the fingers? silly silly silly..


"tuesdaysrobot"

I AM THE PRODUCT OF A CHRISTIaN UNION
i have been distracted by foriegn wars!
i see no passion anywhere
everything so ayn rand FAIR
am i a tuesdays robot????
yes, but here is the riddle...
we are all robots and we all deserve it
are you a robot slave or a robot servant?


"Pine Tree Gorgons"

gorgons live in the pine tree now, at least up north here where there is no sea. yeah, check it out in there, i doubledog dare ya!
just watchout. cause it aint snakes they got in thier hair. up here they got congressmen growing on thier heads. its acctually quite funny, and probably the reason those poor gorgons are hidding in pinetrees. though it'll still turn ya to stone when you look at'em. laughing statues around the tree from seeing all those congressmen and representatives sticking together from all the pinetree-sap.


"where wher you when your towers fell?"

waking up from a dream, my palms where sweating but my sheets where clean
i wondered if anybody'd heard me scream
even though i live alone
the street light hurts my eyes
at least in comes as no surprize
just like that old sunrize
comin soon enough itself
where wher you when you towers fell?
pleaze doncha ask me i dont remember so well
where ya listening for the sound of a libertybell in america?
where its hard to know whats happining hard to know whats real
whats really happinin around here?

digging holes in graveyards never seemd too suspicious to me
isnt that the kind of thing you do in graveyards anyway
but do ya dig'm when the day is light
or do you dig under cover of night?
i just want to know when the proper time for diggin is!
why cant i get a strait answer from anybody?
where wher you when you towers fell?
voulez-vous coucher avec moi mademosselle?
just lie with me in the dumpster outside the drake hotel chicago!
where we wont believe whats happenin around here

walking down my sidewalk, i chanced to see a whole in a door
it was a whole i hadnt seen before
even though i pass by most everysingle day
but i didnt look through
i had places to go and things to do!
these day i even take a diferent avenue
whenever i need to get to where i need to get to
where was i when my towers fell
i was telling my neighbor he was going to hell
just like every turtle yelling from inside its shell in america
where dont want to believe what they tell me, whats happining
conspiricy theories and the truth of the matter never mattered much after the second greater depression.


"my children"

sitting on an umbrella, the children listen
thier ears an tounges taffy stretched and floating in the air like mermaid arms
and when they laugh
thier ears shake like rattlesnake tails
thier tonges ripple like electric licorice whips
10 in a circle on an umbrella i hold for all three of us.


"pipe cleaner starfish"

a pipe cleaner starfish rolls across a pink checkerboard under a stary dome.
the stars are close and touchable and the star bends upward in question at the stars which start to sway as if tire-swinging in a seabreeze. the starfish rolls up and bats at a softballsized red giant and sighs, oh how i long to be a swinging star! the giant glows green and says, you are a star! HA, no i'm a fish!!



"totally gellin"

there is an ocean halfway in between the floor and the coffee table top. the only feelable sensations are comming from the wavetops at your knees where the seagulls eat your skinscabs.so your toes dont notice the prickly shipwreck wood they're grabing. a submarine blows its whistle overby a two-pronged outlet...
oh man those wavetops!
the hairs you havent shaved on your shins spread along the surface of the water. the treetrunk lifeyears of your legs starts spin spin spining which cuases the ocean to flush into your heals and now it sloshes around when you walk or stand, sit or kick.


"chooser's blues"

first give me this then give me that, i dont like juggling things
ya better give me this then give me that, i dont like juggling things
i like it when the moon goes down and the sun comes up, and then the rooster sings.

well you're the gal i'd like to be with the most, at this here social function
yes you're the gal i'd like to be with the most, at this here social function
but tomorrow i'll be hopping a train t'find my true love, and its a two-hours walk to the junction

in my gun i got hooks and twine, and i point it at the stars
in my gun i got hooks and twine, and i point it at the stars
and every shot i shoot hooks the boots of the prophets and the heros and the liars
(but you know their boots all look the same)

still i never had anything but respect for these people, and for my old pastor
yes i never had anything but respect for these people, and for my old pastor
it's to bad christianity had to turn out to be such a disaster
(can't say that, that aint nice now!)

well if you cant say something nice, doesnt mean you're commitin a crime
yes if you cant say something nice, doesnt mean you're commitin a crime
you can say anything you want in this god almighty world, 'slong as you say it before your time,
before your time to die.

i've seen my death and i'm dying soon, and that dont bother me one cricket
yes i've seen my death and i'm dying soon, and that dont bother me one cricket
and when the carnival comes to town with the holy cup and the holy crown, i dont expect to buy a
ticket, yes dontchya let'm sell you on a ticket now

You toast to life and drink to death, tell your stories at the bar
yes ya toast to life and drink to death, tell your stories at the bar
whether you're a dodger or a chooser now you dont all the time have to be who it is you are,
ain't it grand?


"valentine's day"

early january, you walked into my bar
i thought you looked like my great grandmother
from a picture i saw
i couldn't believe it when you asked me my name
cause i was thinking the same
I thought you'd cross to the other side babe
instead you crossed my star
so thank you for loving me
and if you promise to stay
i wont tell you that i dont love you
'till after Valentine's day

late in January, you took me to your stair
taught me things about being a lover
i didn't know were there
i couldn't believe it when you asked me to come
cause i was looking for some
know what they say about love and war babe?
they say all is fair
and thank you for loving me
and if you promise to stay
i wont tell you that i dont love you
'till after Valentine's day

early February, your fingers rapt on my chest
thought you were tapping me a brand new heartbeat
but you were tapping a test
i couldn't believe it when you asked me to lie
i said i'd give it a try
jason took Medea just as far as he could babe
you know i did my best
and thank you for loving me
it's something i can't repay
and i won't tell you that i don't love you
till after Valentine's Day


"dang old light"

dang old light
its so....
unorigional
shining every single old place
...water too for that matter

I'd like to see beams of light snaking this way and that!
illuminating strange spaggetti segments of air
like light coming throung private eye office shades only twisted about in knots

water's flatness is not masked by even the tallest tsunami
i want to see water skyscrapers in lake harriet
the parting of the red sea was the tritest of miracles
compared to the art of nature's new found physics
balls of water hovering around the michelangeloscapes
catching wayward fish who swim into the air acidentaly
doing loony tune double takes
holding signs that say "yikes", blinking twice before they fall
leaving a tiny puff of smoke, or perhaps mist
as they are still wet of course


"dimes"

there's a dime glued to the ceiling
i see the tails side,
yet technicaly it's heads right?
depends on how you call it i guess.
and whats up with tails on a dime anyhow?
it just looks like a bunch of torches
all i'm saying is - where did the mob go?
did they forget what they were angry at?
did frankenstien join the PTA and go on south beach?


"bugs, paper"

spiderwebs gross me out man
but scafolding doesn't, i wonder why...
scaffolding is more substantient
spiderwebs are unpredictable
like spiders themselves and bugs
they're fast, too fast i say!
centapedes, silverfish!
zooming in and out of eyesite,
it scares the bejesus outa me.
doggies on the other hand, they're quite dependable
more substantient than squishy bugs
try to pet a bug and you'll squish it!
have you ever tried to catch a bug with a cup, and take it outside to freedom?
you have? what's wrong with you?
are you like one of them nonviolent types?
hmm... i wonder if thier is a correlation between squishy bugs and pettable dogs,
and (drum roll)
words on paper and words in stone...
bugs are squishy, paper crumply
ever throw a tick in the fire? how about a book?
the ten commandment were written in stone, so is your name when you die
i guess words are scary all the time eh? no matter what medium.


"disco ball"

so, did you ever want a disco ball to just freak the fuck out?
spining any old way it way it wants, floating anywhere it pleases
light dots following suit
the earth too for that matter,
gravity gostling you left and right and up and down
your hands in the air like you just don't care?
not too much though, dont wanna be squished
not everyone's been to space camp


"at the hoot"

i develop infatuations like a painter develops film
love? i suppose, between anything? anything at all?
the hope that i can become the greatest of friends with anyone
the master of any object's physical existance
that this place will become a regular haunt
with many happy memories
and at the same time:
the most viral fear that we are somehow allready mortal enemies
that these objects will cause my death
that this place will never bear any moments in time that change thought and action
but then, this is a "hootenany"
a foriegn endevour even to the city that circles it
the purpose? to put aside these suppositions
the possibilities that present themselves have no awareness of themselves
at the hoot, there exists the nuetrality of a man drunk off the ecstasy of the current
hum-dinger, eyebrows breathing.
will he fall off his chair to the left or too the right?
this breed of question is rarely asked before it happens,
at the hoot


"topical songs"

topical songs, you just gotta write'm when you're starting out
hopefully you can trancend them later after you get it out of your system
let the next young buck shake it up in an allegory rainstick
on the way to finding metaphore, then he can do it up with the best of the bullshitters
then when the critic asks, "whats that mean?" he can say, "i'm late for something."
and leave the world surmising, "wow, he's so ... deep."
in truth he's done his level best to forget, most deep people have very small hard drives, thier RAM cards are all screwed up too.


"Punctuation"

someone should invent a new punctuation mark, to take the place of periods and commas. the meaning of which would be "most of the time" or "in some cases."
this would difuse many arguments i think.
try it the next time you read the OP EX. how about with this sentence:
Republicans are assholes, because Democrats are softies.


"fuck copyrights (I may eat my words..)"

(from the podium of self rightous turtles)
the true hero artist stands tall
so that imitator-admirerors can climb and stand upon thier shoulders
to see what they see
also they run, to challenge themselves, thier contemporaries and thier passengers to excel beyond the dead and sleeping giants all about them
and when they are passed they do not fret
for they know that it is not a race
there is no track and no finish
and millions of directions to be explored
all that they create is not bogaurded
for they know that if someone can take the sneezed ink of thier souls
to new corners of place and thought
this is something to be celebrated!
we are all cells in the human body
can one skin cell say that they have discovered the sun?
no, these things are open to all
those that are awake to possibility know what windows to open, and never closed,
never closed


"DVD"

DVD DVD DVD DVD said i'm gonna watch a dvdvd
VCR where R U?
U aint round no more
infact you where never round
U where rectangular
well, inside you where round, twice!
and one of the round tape circle was always geting bigger or smaller, depending.
but a cd, or a dvd
always stays the same size...
and an MP3? cant see that small, could be round could be rectangular, triangular, who knows man.... it could be spiral!!!!!!!
they gotta be space efficient, to fit allv'em into those tiny boxes......
gonna listen to my MP3 player, at 3PM in the afternoon
cause you cant listen to your MP3 player before 3PM, cause thats when you working or at school