From Dimples Syrup Seeps

BIG GOD

2011-09-23T10:21:00.000-05:00

for FPJRF

what the

fuck

my god
my what
a big god

you have
tucked there
between

my god
between those
my god

those breasts

Atmn 10

2010-11-10T10:23:00.005-06:00

Gloss

October has scrubbed
the gloss off of Lincoln
but left alone Miss Gretta's lawn
where May is until January.

Running Asian

for Kyle

You get there
when you walk and glare
You get there faster
when you run and smile

#54 Vet's Hospital

Stare at man staring
at girl walking
his youth behind
oh, but her
youthful behind!

Poverty

for Dan

Could I piss
and moan
about poverty
too big pants now
unemployed
teeth

I went to Chicago
to hide
but should have been
hiding nuts here

and now winter dinners
are frozen spiders and
dirty sock soup

Childbirth

2010-09-09T22:02:00.003-05:00

When I step from concrete

onto soil & grass

you can not know what I feel

and when I step from sand

to sea

the busted rhythm of the howl

of childbirth

the sinking pain of a new life

and a smaller atmosphere

now

and salt in its breeze

Pajamas

2010-08-06T17:47:00.006-05:00

On the east-facing balcony

of a hospital turned house

minutes after midnight

somewhere between

Sunday and Monday

in a jacket and pajamas

shivering through a cigarette

together

quiet

no shoes

no wind

I see breath and realize

it is words

It sounds so pretty

you say

but the snow is fresh

and still coming down

and there is no noise.

God

2010-02-20T06:41:00.002-06:00

Almost everything

in this sun-spotted shrug

and smile

is deitous.

Oak Tree

2010-02-20T06:37:00.002-06:00

Old oak tree, old oak tree

a permanence, a fixture

sharing a pair of properties

shade

and windbreak

your roots in the foundations

of our homes

neighbors never nurturing

because you are too big to die, anyways.

time

2010-01-18T21:59:00.003-06:00

What if time could be measured

as a series of smiles of

varying

levels of intensity

lengths of crow toes

depth of dimples

and you know a new age has come

when the woman who puts birds in her mouth everyday smiles and

they all fly out at once.

Outlaws

2009-11-24T21:14:00.003-06:00

Like dogs

inmates do not keep memories

these outlaws erase the little summers

in little places

the hands of women and the branches of trees

the possibility of being in the backyard

at 2 a.m.

having a smoke on a stump

bare footed, toes in the soil

recalling

the thoughts kept about

the future coming.

Powder River, Wy

2009-09-16T20:03:00.002-05:00

All things fresh have
evaporated and the rain
smells like rust
on cracking leather.

Natrona

2009-09-16T19:59:00.002-05:00

Silver tipped mile markers
tease the anxious
-you know
there are no miles here.

Absaroka

2009-09-16T19:56:00.001-05:00

What god's horse
grew huge enough to pull
into place
those elaborate trusses
that must be holding up the roofs
of these mansions?

Dead Indian Butte

2009-09-16T19:49:00.002-05:00

A huge dead man has
sprawled out
over a wide valley floor
where easygoing bison can climb on him
and chew his hair
without eager.

Youth

2009-09-16T19:47:00.001-05:00

In my youth I had
more breath but
these days I have
more beard and
a sore back that I rub
with much futility.

Curtains

2009-04-30T00:08:00.004-05:00

How clouds sprint
from south to north
in springtime
over stones where good men stomp
and healthy hearts pound
I hide in bed
rubbing my back
cradling the confidence
of a dreadlier season
but these dew curtains are
translucent
and sure to open soon

Marrow

2009-04-07T02:27:00.002-05:00

Those bones within you
that you move so
terrifically-
that you shape yourself with-
and the breeze
who glides through
smiling lips
what is it
you are
I lay in horrible corners
to try to sleep
but all that is there
moving with some
agitating excellence
are those bones of yours
and the marrow around them

R. Heins

2009-03-24T06:33:00.001-05:00

See you in the wild blue yonder

What is this Ship

2008-12-01T20:59:00.002-06:00

What is this ship that bays with the
turning
weather
it is a friend
or relation
it is urged firm steel
and questionable worth.
What is this ship
with broken bare back of seaworn boards
and crooked keelson
under the weight of
puzzled people
barking at bounding whales
and gulls who just
don't understand the weight
of heartache
or the gravity

of having to be saved
from a devil.

viking 100

2008-11-22T22:54:00.001-06:00

gravity

viks

2008-11-22T21:45:00.000-06:00

oh my God I think I'm dying in a good way

viking

2008-11-22T21:00:00.001-06:00

apocalypse

vikin 155

2008-11-22T20:57:00.001-06:00

everyone is so fucked up
liveblog is over i will update with pictures and stories tomorrow or the next day
holy shit

Viking 14

2008-11-22T18:10:00.003-06:00

Oh shit I keep fucking up

Viking 13

2008-11-22T18:10:00.001-06:00

Viking 12

2008-11-22T18:07:00.000-06:00

Big Aug "tooted"

Viking 11

2008-11-22T18:06:00.000-06:00

We are fully toasted.

Viking 11

2008-11-22T16:56:00.002-06:00

Hey we're doing really good. The turkey is gettin' gold and people are drawing mustaches on magazine photographs.

Tone thinks that everyone in Nebraska has German ancestry and others are disagreeing. I, myself, disagree, but it is true that there are a lot of German people around this area.

Eric is talking about getting laid and that's ok I guess.

Big Aug is workin the smashed taters. Everyone is drinking and laughing. I'm looking forward to the rest of the party showing up in the next couple hours.

Yes is on the record player. TOPOGRAPHIC OCEANS.

VIKING FEAST POST 10

2008-11-22T16:27:00.001-06:00

Jonathan Zach has arrived and he has pie and a hat.

VIKING PICTURE POST 2

2008-11-22T16:18:00.002-06:00

Brett Bamberger

2008-11-22T15:58:00.002-06:00

This party is incomplete without Brett Bamberger but he lives in NEW JERSEY.

Viking Nine

2008-11-22T15:47:00.003-06:00

Tone is being a judgmental asshole but that's ok because he's moving to Vermont and then we'll never have to talk to him again.

Tone can't tell the difference between salt and sugar.

Tone is feeling distressed about our accusations.

This party is cool.

VIKING 8

2008-11-22T15:29:00.002-06:00

We are listening to LPs.

Currently it's CYCLONE by TANGERINE DREAM

and I almost can't believe my ears.

VIKING VII

2008-11-22T15:14:00.002-06:00

Kyle is here and Tone often forgets that Broc lives here. Tone also said "Sometimes I think just Jon, Dan and Aug live here" which is funny because I am both Aug and Jon. Eric was offended and expressed with cursing.

Many of us are feeling drunk.

VIKING 6

2008-11-22T15:12:00.003-06:00

Extreme conversation about politics and Christians.

Sean is bringing a corn dish.

I spilled 1/4 of a beer outside and found a dog named Jack but the dog ran away. Kyle & Co. should be over soon. The house smells like GODFARTS.

Viking feast picture post

2008-11-22T14:38:00.003-06:00

Viking feast thing 5

2008-11-22T14:33:00.002-06:00

Awesome news. Dan has lent me his awesome camera for future pictures.

I'll have some up soon. Eric is reading Musicians Friend and Kent is talking about how shitty Musicians Friend is. Big Aug is cutting potatoes. Tone is at the sink. My nose is smiling.

Now Tone is talking about pans.

I talked to Space Cat for awhile. He is doing ok but he is a little stressed out. He ate too much earlier and vomited on the washing machine.

Our batch of Grog is done and people are actually kind of drunk just from trying it. I have been having wine for a couple hours now but I'm switching to keg beer because this wine is hurting my pipes.

Photos coming soon.

VIKING FEAST UPDATE 4

2008-11-22T13:04:00.002-06:00

Tone has arrived and is beginning to prepare his special Calico Bean dish. Tone is moving to Vermont soon and his presences is making me feel tender. Big Aug is diligently hammering away at the stove and Kent and I are listening to Tentacle Porn albums. More tables and more chairs are on the way via Dan's van and Eric's brother, Sean. I have seen Broc now, but I'm not sure if I really saw him. Not positive on Broc's status.

The house is beginning to smell somewhat heavenly.

Oh, now Tone is running over to Flowers' place to get another crock pot. Ours is not big enough for his entire batch of beans.

I have not seen Space Cat in over 3 hours and I'm a bit worried about him. He might be under a bed.

"Hold on to your fuck"

2008-11-22T11:58:00.001-06:00

Update: I just licked the turkey's heart.

VYKIENG FEAST III LIVEBLOG PART III

2008-11-22T11:41:00.004-06:00

It is shortly before noon and we have returned from the grocery store with many treasures. We spilled one chai in aisle 7.

Big Aug is doing more preparations and Dan is vacuuming. I am thinking about pouring a glass of wine, but Dan broke my favorite wine glass last night. Dan is asking about chairs now.

There is a lot of cursing happening. We have cursed a lot today and it isn't even noon yet.

We stopped by Shane's to drop off the honey. Flowers was vacuuming also, although he seemed to be vacuuming his walls. They had pie crusts scattered about and a big ham in the fridge. Mike wasn't wearing a shirt and Una dog was excited about something.

VYKIENG FEAST III LIVEBLOG PRT II

2008-11-22T09:05:00.002-06:00

I have awoken to the sounds of Kent Asia-style fighting an ax-wielding minotaur thing on the television and the sounds of Big Aug thinking about cooking food.

I think I hear Broc's voice but
I can't see him.

I hear a conversation about Dig-Dug.

I'm gonna go brush my teeth and take a piss and join in on the Dig-Dug conversation.

VYKIENG FEAST III LIVEBLOG PART I

2008-11-22T01:48:00.002-06:00

Early morning, Saturday November 22nd. Today is the third installment of our annual Thanksgiving viking feast. Big Aug arrived earlier and began prepping the 25lb. turkey. Jess came by to borrow a cooler to soak the 20lb. turkey in. Kent is in our living room listening to progressive music with Eric and talking about masturbation. Dan is in the kitchen working on a loaf of homemade bread. Broc is nowhere to be found, but we assume he has died. Shane is borrowing my honey so he can make his ham doubly awesome tomorrow.

We have, at last count, 32 confirmed attendants. More are expected. I'm hoping people carpool.

I am going to bed now. I'm peaced. Look for a new post upon my rousing later this morn.

Goodnight, my vikings.

Bats

2008-11-17T21:41:00.002-06:00

Blind drunk bats
fly broken spirals
around each other
bouncing see
off other wings
those sons of bitches
those sons of
bitches.

Brown ants on old bread
ceasing their studies
and laughing in dialects
at targetlessness

Crows crouch on dying
branches, cawing like
fatass crows
unhappy wives
refusing what they ask for
eating their sons
dinner.

My palms are scraped
whiskey spit and numb knees
and I am always turning left
my home is left of here
I think I
hate some animals.
I think I hate some animals.

Oh Death

2008-11-14T02:46:00.002-06:00

Oh Bluebird
Oh Death
what is in the chests
of these corpses

Oh smile
you are mint
in the dark
embarrassed of your choking
splendor.

Granite Jacket

2008-11-12T15:36:00.002-06:00

In a granite jacket
I lean into the north
and spit.
Walls of wind
tooth smooth boots
blood vessels
busted
behind ears
we are all shaped
so oddly.

Norm

2008-11-12T15:13:00.001-06:00

My Grandpa's roommate, Norm, died.

Norm's family is taking Norm's tv.

Norm's tv sat on a dresser in front of a window overlooking a cemetery.

Bath

2008-11-12T15:12:00.001-06:00

Surrendering to some
polarity
I can not feel
my legs
my cat
gray and snow
simple
snow.
You wake up so easily.

Write Ins

2008-11-04T09:08:00.003-06:00

Four write-ins on my ballot this morning for various positions:

Satchel Paige
Ty Cobb
Roberto Clemente
"Shoeless" Joe Jackson

Iztapalapa

2008-11-03T22:37:00.004-06:00

Usted vivió para ver
Los días pasados de Octubre
Usted vivió por tres días
después del día pasado
Usted rió

You lived to see
the waning days of October
You lived for three days
after the last time
You laughed.

Morning Has Gold in Her Mouth

2008-11-03T22:06:00.000-06:00

Usually

A Given Week Morning in '92

2008-11-03T22:02:00.003-06:00

Each morning,
my bare feet are greeted with smooth carpet
I wonder how something could be so soft
at such a hard hour.

My son watches from the room across the hallway
when I light up the day's first cigarette
sitting at the foot of my bed
in a white shirt and bare feet.
My comrade at this hard hour.

My wife is half awake
her bare feet are beautiful when she sleeps.
Her mind races circles right now
I should know what she's wondering about.

Last of

2008-11-03T21:59:00.000-06:00

Paint will never hold
on your rotted wooden siding.
Rust moves quickly
over white metal mailboxes.
Hinges frozen on lids,
in knees.
Blue wind.
Red ears.
A strong man,
an old friend,
a set of tracks in snow
from a stoop
to a street.

Wheels

2008-11-03T21:56:00.000-06:00

Fleeing
East
A new direction
I can't go

anywhere
without being heard.
The world's crust
is old floorboards.
The more ginger I step
the harder my feet

sink
the louder the planet moans.
Backs bent under secrets,
tip-toes on highways.
Relief
Disappointment
No one wakes up
No one wakes up

Tar Song

2008-11-03T21:52:00.001-06:00

Tar in the road
cracks for toes to touch
I wish
they would spell something out for once
those thawed out bones of dinosaurs
gluing our streets together

The Sounds

2008-11-03T21:48:00.000-06:00

I have heard a planet purr;
in the same manner I push wind over muscles in my throat
to speak, and moan,
a world pushes wind through trees,
over lakes
against window panes.
She hums my favorite melodies
and recites the most perfect proverbs.
I can feel her voice on my neck
on my fingertips;
the sounds of her tongue touch mine
each time I draw in her breath
or lick the dirt from my lips.
I know
a person with hidden buttons on her neck
and secret controls below her collarbone
blinking lights, impossible not to touch
pleading to be pressed.
and if I am soft
with deaf and numb fingertips
I can make her sing a sigh
and the most windswept skeletons crumble
the sea's smallest waves bloom
mountaintops bend and entire ranges sway
and all songs seem obsolete
Her declarations, her declarations are
Train whistles in forgotten towns
silky music for the frightened.
She is of the earth's dirt but
her contentment is of the cosmos
her sounds,
her satisfaction
are celestial

Mouth I

2008-11-03T21:45:00.000-06:00

White
flower crown
the sheen of dark hair
a mouth to look at
to think about patiently.

Certain Sailors

2008-11-03T21:42:00.000-06:00

Certain certain sailors
walk from inland
to island
whistling
and watching kingly white dogs
gallop with limps
hungry steps over sunken hills
supposing
how good it will be to stride
from a shore to a floor.