Jabba at Work

I come in through the sliding doors while fixing my tie, Jabba sits in the back of the room and waits for me.

“Are you going to be able to switch and work nights now that your days are clogged with temp work?” Jabba asks, over the crowded room.

It’s a crowd I’m trying to yell over, too– a crowd actually of people: mechanics, copier-repair lugs, boast-faced killers, McGraw-Hill reps poaching the old literature and in with the new, and the admin. class, freshly promoted from downtown office to show off here. In weird blazers they look like Scientologists at a language school.

“No, can’t do it” thinking now would be an ideal time to attempt a bait and switch: two dollars more an hour for a shiftchange, seeing as how they didn’t give me even a penny more last year, “though I do have a price,” I say.

“Jabba no bantha,” she responds. “Solo, you should have requested this at our meeting last week.”

“Thanks Jabba,” I say. Realizing my slip, knowing that no one calls Jabba Jabba to her face.

Troll Identification

Poems are made of trolls.
Poems are made of images of trolls kersnoodling
Poems flicker are made of images of kersnoodling trolls images
Poems imagine claims that trolls even kersnoodle
Claims hope their handlers know to kersnoodle
Claims provide trolls poems with even images
Therefore, trolls are what poems made of kersnoodling.

Sombardment

ENYE

You Went and Saved the Best for Last

Battles of Algiers

2nd Plane

The moon has not other choice but to be your fan

me digo que cual luna
hacerte hincha, presentáte
frente al premio
hay más gringo afuera
suelta la oreja de la puteria
no te da premio y recordemos, damas
y caballeros que el estero
el chancho no te deja vivir
el chancho no sale
de verde como alcalde de la mayoría
uy uy, que rica vease el verso
y vamos al jobean,
al suave pescar
dele petroliférico espinazo
trague al carajo del grifo

espadas en medio desnudar
de arriba para el aerobus,
se escapa el vapor

todos hacemos el premio de mayor
actuacion antes de ser aeromoza

lavanderia

se me hace de la
boca diarrea
pon la tapa, apreta
el boton dime
adios
chere
a los bigotes torpes

Cien! Anni Centi! Guapa!

Necessity requires
expo. Click. I want rock
from Chelsea.

Marvel vs. Dc

power is sem— grow polo
youngest of the hijinks
pink, skirted and en fuego
my Latina skid: rid my appendix
who’s apoplexy must
riddim in the way meat flakes
crumple of the strumming block— a renal
binary of inclusion, you me our crews
tell the manager the rhythm method
here, hold it. genial active-X
but pay per
crowded this popcorn mal

the week SARS rumors were flying

(from a work in progress -rd.)


hair is so specially freakish
like hashish, minus the fanclub
it GETS places
like one second you’re bashing in
the room where the alarm is located
another part of you is covered
another weird aspect is
totally spatial

I have so many errands and names for before
I catch Sarah’s SARS
buy/sell stocks
drop Petrus Capellicas off at soccer practice
check C-SPAN

The garish face of Bud Bundy
and I want a mountain stream
engulfing
maybe my living space during the draft
I am satisfactory for a customer, and eyesores
leave the door of the oven open

the beginning of a very dirty song

every boy in your family is coming for you
when conjoined, Voltron assembles coupes, just coupes
this grasping
silence in the cabin I am the type
to break vacation and bring the computer
hidden in the stalled sedan, primate
to kneel carries the bucket private a little far

I’m going to pass out

because you have grown hairy

and you tickle my nose
returning the soup to normal

This bent licorice, it bedazzles.
Someone refill me. I’m the silverback.

Har dee harmonic (what uncertain title)

as a child I wished presidents as fake kate spade handbags
now hungering for one, any marks left from the Provost
whose only hunger is impaired by apples, squeaky Washington types
they get the best odor out

Tone Def

Bono is a sex-crazed
vampire feeding on infected Africa
Children. He loves

debt, it sells records. Cease and desist
using his Christlike
mealtime ditties as your failed mack
daddy calling card. It's making me want to fly
a plane into your mom.

Barbaro will turn into glue at midnight

Too busy galloping to catch those gray
hairs is getting the boot even shorter.
-Viennese Proverb


he clocked you doing the limit
believe me, he was pushed
it's not honest to put your fingers
in the stove keeps its secrets
name whose very mention invokes Danbury
charters, Francophiles just are
tiresome might be some what imposters?

it’s not easy to write
a place experts dub garbage

The Secret Service

check out
our lot of surveillance
equipment! the car
land only
our priority
your vehicle young
ripe
ready to squirt
open the hood daddy.