James Yeary


2 Solos for Automobile


      my day traveling backward thru time

sunset is trucks
rolling can of redbull and helicopter
over hills the color of rapeseed
which is a property of rapeseed only
working in agriculture can be stressful
washngtn state univ. cares
b rad is behind me in subaru
“that’s a lot of wheat”—whitney
horse has more room than I do
I can leave though
(grim visions of when my freedom is extended)
sent texts presumably bouncing
from hospital brain silos home
5G conspiracy prescription
death to bugs
not on my acct
viruses are trying to make concrete
poetry out of our congregational geometries
and the fields to the north are gray/brown
nothing cloud-like about them
this is pesticide 5G
whitney knows a trick w/ dead butterflies
rhythm underneath the fuzz on the grill
overlapping pseudophedrine hydraulic injestion
die once a day, not at the end

basalt floes created the granite batholith
sagey buttes
credible police informant apps
trading in geopolitical thigh behōney
fuel / floral cocktails
cheap as shit
sold at gunpoint

phone doesn’t recognize me

pulse and palouse prairie
growing in lines along the way
The rattlesnake lends her chorus to the orbs

brad with red on his fingernails
identifies asparagus by the blur
a history invented for the adjectives
half-mast at the mcdonald’s harvest butterfly drones

a chevron
I know where we are
a foothill
I imagine there’s gas somewhere here
the theremin is only geographical in the way it’s presented
Badger Mountain
Apple Maggot Free Zone
the lotion is in the soap is in the water plus methane
vet the umatillionaires
and selling their good name
bullets leach into watermelon
oregon is so progressive
town of irrigon
even thinking about language while driving is prone to ezranipulation
burnt field google servers
underwriting the dam and the cheese verse
back-up generator for the A/C
nothing worse than a coyote on drugs
flesh 3-D printed around the gloryhole
JPEGMAFIA bring in the giantess
why do white supremacists hate wind farms?
you vote for one you are one
if signifigantly smaller more real
my day going backwards in time
flip phone pic of the third wheel
Vietnam Veterans Memorial Highway
cut out the land
stuff with fake music
clipping is exaggerated
personality culture
after the end of the ecosystem
something to do with terminator
bald seagull
something to do with the mathematical set
something to do with belonging
they can smell your freedom
they think it’s so fucking special
burnt field google sewers
stud, fuck the dalles
war crime wedged over celilo falls
they think the landscape is written in english
the lotion is in the soap is in the water plus methane
this is joy (george fox billboard)
don’t settle for less super 8
breakfast pool wi-fi
an ad for the gorge or charred meat
veterans care centers sign on bonus
glass industries
cash blocks your access to traumas
if the music lacks an explicit musical reference it… ehhhhh
finally can get crispy chicken and pizza hut at the same gas station
secret taco bell to boot
forested each side of the columbia gorge
ruined by the image of the silver car carving through the narrows
I won’t pay for it
is that the word printed right there in that disaster of a manuscript?
turn down the cynicism for a minute
and remember a car driving through a forest is an ad for forests after the humans are gone




      my day driving home from Langlois

The winged serpent in the cranberries downstream from septic systems, bandon-by-the-sea

handing out pretzels everyone loses their shit
crows on cheeto-balls; everyone carries a knife
cedar invites the 76 guy to our house
patience is a sleeping middlefinger
DQ, too soon. abandoned chevron
SUN MSG
SEEING THE GLORY
—b/w—
SEEING THE GLORY BIBLE STUDY
T W T
lawrence junctomat
CLEAN COSY COMFORTABLE (colony collapse mostly civilized)
still hungry (w/ a lilt) hives are human,
anthro-meliffluent
+ this time even hungrier
super-duper hungry, second stomach.
I want to say if he wants to come to our house
show off!
adam knows their winter song
my interior symbolic mind for some reason
concerned about serving water beer in same vessel
that’s a decade of guilt
listen to michigan avenue
shinglehouse road
stonecypher road
twomile road
WE ACCEPT
EBT double-reed
BE A TWISS
MO TEL 6
caterpillar the big kind
on a pile of bark
chips
do you know bat
man?
network of conveyant
slides
were you bit by a radioactive
muppet
on a surly in uggs
to a red n ba
lue house on roselawn
we are right in the middle
they say over + over
deadbird
feathers elsewhere
can you tell a knock knock joke
w/ one eye?
what’s a causeway,
mister muffin?
I was saying your name a million times
the kids are aware of sharks
on highway
tenmile creek
motorcycles
when the bees speak
of sources
do they refer to individuals?
eel creek
t’ree acres
free firewood
space for rent
hi bud
b a wiss! lurking!
kevin peter hand
imperial memorial highway
cedar pinches her butt and says “$100 please”
let’s hold hands all the way there
ok mom? w/ only one hand
that kid needs a bigger bike
that skateboard needs a bigger kid
the right can keep drain
we’re taking back red hats
the OK sign and 88
but probably not all at once in a big display
unless it involves nazis getting punched in the face
insert “skeleton attack”
cedar on tambourine
dad on harmonica
elk viewpoint
but it’s a farm
forested along (among) the umpqua
everyone uses daytime running lamps
and a percentage of powerlines
(one per grouping)
sport balls to deter low flying planes
can birds perch on them
when their insulin spikes?
loon lake
mill creek
leaving tsunami
traduction zone
with dynamite
acaious earth
lutsinger creek rd
umpqua river
board meeting aug 24
orange buckets, RVs
cafe phone number
wells creek, spicer st
cafe phone number
section of orange bucket shielding
arboreal midsection
keep right except to drive
totally (tonally)
appropriate placement
of the double reed
high fire danger
(yellow-
it had been blue before)
where’s the road? asks driver
they had to blow thru this rock
they grow the trees
to cut them down
watch out for the stag beetle
and report them
they’re growing trees up there!
oooh it’s a tree farm!
landscaping, tree nursery
elk creek
the fire needs these to live
but we give them unto the raincloud
hardscrabble creek rd
herbie and the black hole
non-animated family film
pop-apocalyptic non-thriller
hayhurst rd
crisp fives
welcome to drain
“2 my day poems
more to do w/ driving +
missing nate + chris”
made to order!
soundtracked by alan jackson
+ dana jnnfrsn
burn masks has a gf off-camera
disagreement over whether we shoulda
forces us to embrace some false scheduling
secret identity comes from the thumb knuckle
trump sign creepy with all those flags growing on it
Row River
golf course vs. windows
Gettings Creek
Stalder Slough
camas swale creek
faded denny’s billboard
blue label glock dealer
Sprague Road
Spores Bridge
FOR SALE LAND PHONE NUMBER
100 miles to home
hay stacked in 4 decks
cedar threw his lego
ninja book out the window
(no screen) then cried because
I wldn’t let him climb on the roof w/ me
to get it
he said “it’s not dangerous!“
and he was right
I imagine we’ll be friends again
but I do have an imagination
butte creek
city of tangent
Prayer Breakfast
agriculture science faith + purpose
campaign for de-militarizatn of place names


it is now too dark to write

Ankeny Hill
commercial Street

Battle Creek Rd
Downtown Salem
Historic District

they kept talking about the graves on the hill

and there was a fresh memorial in the tunnel
no context
B says you’ll need to marry a girl first

FIGHTING FIRES TOGETHER

CHEMAKETA C. COLL.
dusk wrappt sheets

Chemawa Rd
Purple Heart Trail

Target
astronomical dusk

that’s a little league thing

State of fallen officers
Mount Angel/Woodburn
Aurora Portland

Mile 0

Garden World Online

Instant Lawn

Feller Rd

Donald Rd Aurora Colony

don’t pass + brake

22 years since acid punk went symph nympho operatic


U.S. Girls is a Project of a single Canadian woman

Year of the Pig is a song from the EP of the same name by Fucked Up
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playlist compiled by Zika Champœg while passing through the department of future languages 
at the free university of half moon bay
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and one friend after another sings to me John Prine
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as exit 2 pushes us over to Sandy
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we’re in Hollywood, Starbucks coffee, A-boy


Brain fried, babies snoozin’

James Yeary works in a medical laboratory in Portland, Oregon. He is currently preparing the recordings of the poet dana jnnfrsn for the Billboard 100. James has taught collaborative writing and art-making in the classroom, at the museum, and on the street.

 
 

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