TOTAL CHAOS FOREVERMONTH: Stuart Dybek

a butcher, his cleaver hacked
into igneous lamb

--Stuart Dybek, "The Volcano"

Stuart Dybek has turned into a brillionaire overnight, and I figured as long as we were effulging all over his face I might as well pitch in and make his igneous lamb fantasy a reality. Here is your molten baa-baa, Stuart. Ho ho, who's the brillionaire now?

BLUBBER

Sweet Ana is fatigued and so am I, so I drew us a picture of a sun-bodied happiness fish bleeding roses into a sea of tranquility. My apartment has not flooded, but the plumber is currently tearing out my shower and putting in a fresh one, so in the meantime there is a giant gaping hole in the bathroom floor. Last night I made the mistake of entering it in total darkness, and as soon as I flipped the switch I beheld a herd of ENORMOUS ROWCHES scampering back to their underground lair.

BEST AMBIGUOUS PRONOUN EVER

From an article about eating local:

It was hard on his family, too. His two kids grew bored with him because he rarely left the farm. His wife grew distant, even more so after seeing the carnage left by a rabbit that had panicked and killed her newborns.

If I Knew What a Rooster Looked Like, I'd Be Famux Already

If I seem quiet, it's because I am busy drafting a Top Secret Bookcover for myself and some Top Secret Illustrations. Don't tell me! I understand enormously that the only kind of manuscript more undesirable than a regular poetry manuscript is an illustrated poetry manuscript; I slap myself as I draw, but I cannot stop. A terrible change has occurred in me. When I was a child, I thought I would like to have a Famous Painting for a bookcover--a man with the head of a rooster adjusting his cravat, perhaps. I was saddened to learn that such a painting did not in fact exist, and resolved that I must make my own way in the world.

And When You're Finished, Touch Me

When did I start drawing for fun? Art is for babies--little babies with tasty crayons. Anyway, here is a picture of a peacock monster with an elderly face. "Touch me, Flannery!" he cries, for obvious reasons.

TOTAL CHAOS FOREVERMONTH: Kenneth Koch

I have a baby in my landscape and I have a wild rat in my secrets from you.

--"Alive for an Instant"

I just threw up in the mouth of your reality, didn't I--trompe l'œil only wishes it could trick you this bad!