Sad Penguin

"I have this massive defect—" & I have
a mouthful of knives and velvet flesh
for cutting up. He too. And wingsglue
made from the hollow bones, all in
the heinous lacerations.

White residue when drying in the mouth
with blood, who never moreso than this
which rejected and rejected and again
rejected was, and who awful with the trying
and reverb-reverberations.

"I have brought you this small gift." & I
have made it out of paper, baking, little
modifications to the overall design,
practiced nonchalance, and a borrowed
doodle from a friend of sad penguin.

Two empty ice cream pints, because
he cannot hold the spite inside, because
he is so impatient. Because he's been
too long outside the refrigerator
and the hotness starts inside the belly.

thr Birth of Nandi

A weighty and a loyal beast
this bull, who splitting from
a side, or dropping, sloppily
into the sand of earthy beach

comes, hauls tail to consume
through weighty time
and devotion,
and ate that vile stickiness of us
and survived.

Economy of Pixels

—needs to find a smaller pixel or to make one. Who
has that small thin cell phone (in width) the shape
(basically) of a big fat bulbous pack of gum. (the old,
long, thin, rectangular one)

And I'm thinking of screen width, and the liniation
of a text message I've sent, to be received by this phone
maybe it would be right if there were just smaller pixels.
Maybe the text on my phone is just rendered too fatly.

Do you remember Kottke's 'Silkscreen', (and 'Silkscreen Extended'
which I never understood)? Seemed like it was everywhere
from appx. 1998-2004, and now we don't see it around. Talk
about an economy of pixels. But maybe that means something.
That we don't see it anymore, I mean. We've all seen 'Helvetica,'
and what was so impressed upon me by it was that what seems
so simple, so unadorned, and as though it's been there forever
has line-width changes. Swedish design doesn't predominate
because readers appreciate the subtle darkening of line width
as the arch of the lower-case /n/ breaks away from the main stem.
They love it regardless of the precise science hunched over desks
in the long nights under typographic headquarters in some Swedish
somewhere.

Pregnancy

Helen knows, and lent us threehundred dollars
once. The kids are begining to notice the showing
and ask questions like: "Mommy, baby again?" or
"When're we having another kid?" from the eldest
And you the pregnant and not pregnant one.
—you the life decided for both of us, and the mouth
ful of razor and delicious paste replacing that life.