The Far Side of Zero

My life has been a migration. The last
movement is the sound of a waterfall

in a hurricane. Debra wants to hear oldies.
We will sing today with a child almost

hit in a crosswalk by a pickup truck –
yes, something possible everywhere.

Howie Good, 2016

Remixed works:
Your Deathbed Playlist, New York Times, Nov. 18, 2016
Police log, Nov. 8-15, 2016, Times Argus, Montpelier, VT

How to Fix a Monet after Someone Punches It

You can see Syria from here,
fish in a dead landscape,
starry nights and astronauts,
the soft edges of time.

What year is it?
Don’t you think it’s time for love?
Everything else has failed.

Fuck it, I’m high.
Let’s walk to the middle of the ocean.

White roses sing and sing.

Howie Good, 2016

Remixed works:
Titles of artworks by Alma Thomas, Hema Upadyay,
and Kung Me

Missing Persons

Do you see the donut?
Do you just see the hole?
But if you see the hole,
then where is Mary?

Stop crying.
It’s simple,
like strikethroughs
on a typewriter.

I’m killing you –
in my dreams.


Nobody ever
dies of it.

Howie Good, 2016

Remixed works:
Assembled in part from Mercy Hospital,
a series of drawings by Ida Applebroog

Homo Homini Lupus

Aliens rescue animals
from Central Park Zoo.
I’m afraid of human beings.

Hold your breath,
dance slowly

to riffs on real time,
voyeur voyager forager forester,

a small sound
in your head.

Then at one point
I did not need
to translate the notes.

We run things
in the forest
while the wolf
is not around.

Wolf, are you there?

To hell with it all,
let’s pray
that it lasts.

Howie Good, 2016

Remixed works:
Assembled from the titles of paintings by Francesca Woodman,
Ryan Brown, Anton van Dalen, Mie Olise, Manuela Viera-Gallo,
Lee Kit, Leslie Hewitt, and Brent Birnbaum


Arboretum presents white dogwood,
3 jars with roots and a heart,
monument to the people
we’ve conveniently forgotten.

I hate you
armored heart,
caged heart.

I peeped your demons
becoming robots,
meeting with remarkable men,
being the light.

Behold an aquarium of flowers
where the cricket sings
how to properly touch a girl
so you don’t creep her out.

Then again, no.
Why I am so worried.

Fucked-up flowers
ruin everything,
pretty much every word. . .

Howie Good, 2016

Remixed Works:
Titles of artworks by Alma Thomas, Nam June Paik, Heman Chong,
Geoffrey Rigden, Matthew McCaslin, Andrew Hem, Seth Alter,
Douglas Gordon, Zeyno Pekünlü, Bill Scott,
Erika Ranee and Paola Pivi


Ladders cross the blue sky
in a wheel of fire. The red sun

gnaws at the spider. A person
is throwing a stone at a bird,

the beautiful bird revealing
the unknown to a pair of lovers.

Howie Good, 2016

Assembled from the titles of paintings by Joan Miro,
translated from the French

Techno 101

No. I don’t know what Pokémon Go is
and what all these things are…You’re talking
to somebody who made his first phone call
at age 17. You’re talking to someone who doesn’t

have a cell phone, for example, for cultural reasons.
Tell me about Pokémon Go. What is happening
on Pokémon Go? Does it tell you you’re here
at San Vicente, close to Sunset Boulevard?

But what does Pokémon do at this corner here?
When two persons in search of a Pokémon
clash at the corner of Sunset and San Vicente
is there violence? Is there murder? Physically,

do they fight? Do they bite each other’s hands?
Do they punch each other? I have no clue what’s
going on there. Yeah, you’d have to give me
a cell phone, which I’m not going to use anyway,

Howie Good, 2016

From an interview with Werner Herzog, on Hyperallergic

When Nothing is Cool

A time for nothing much,
one child teasing another,
twins committing suicide together,
a man drinking in the woods.

We dialed F-U- C-K- Y-O- U
and L-O- V-E- Y-O- U
to see what happened.

Someone called Vincent
rang at the door and gave his ear
in a folded piece of paper
to the person who came to open it,
saying, “Take it, it will be useful.”

Howie Good, 2016

Figurative Painting That’s Emphatically Human, from Hyperallergic
The Best Art Books to Read for Free in the NYPL’s New E-book App, from Hyperallergic
How Van Gogh’s Ear Incident Went Viral in 1888, from Hyperallergic