Saturday, October 31, 2009

Restraining Order



Paris Hilton.

Every time she calls.

How many times I have to say it:

I don't do those things.



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Spearesques 7



The core of it? Withdraw your hand and ask my pulse

Ignore the drop it feels at plunging such a deep chasm?

Bodies snap as they tumble, granite tosses them:

So say engineers of violence. Ask science why hearts break --

They smash against deaf other hearts.

My Gant In Your Face!



You've dishonored me and my literary studies!

Though I respect numeracy as much as any technophage on this planet,

Sensitivity to the 'aesthetic' of reading and of writing

Double-layers thinking over feeling, feeling over thinking:

The 'stereoptics' of a full humanity.


Thursday, October 29, 2009

With A Sistine Swagger

A man of some connotation, this, rough meat:

The sine qua non of me, the body.

On what head otherwise to stretch the balaclava





With what fist to grip the stick to break the glass

How at the same time lie at the Inn of the Open Sky

Expecting with lame hand the swooping-in Finger

Morning Stop, Morning Start



Coffee-house women

So clean their function, to punch up your mood

Social women and so pretty

An old man seems a suitor

Awakes to put the question.

They infuse, they steam, they perk.

Political 'Science'



A minority.

Being on a thin branch

When the strong wind

Wants to uproot the whole tree.

Even here.

Even in the Land of the Free.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Plenitude



If we grow by our mistakes

There's never been an hour I've wasted.

If we 'waste not, want not',

Then I want for nothing.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Mortar Board



Why not get a mind

Before they ask you to lose it?

The Long Hello



Sink into reading

Not like quicksand

Not like sleep

Like loss of self in orgasm

Though not an 'obliteration in pleasure'

But 'rebirth in understanding'.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Spearesques 6



Velli: Odd codpiece, sirrah!

Erasmo: More better said a frontispiece.

Velli: You plough not, then, from within, the virgin earth?

Erasmo: If minds were soil, a bounteous crop result.

Friday, October 23, 2009

This Land Is 'Our' Land



30 percent of America is so sectarian ('How sectarian is it?) -- it's so sectarian that it wants my mouth shut and my genitals kept waiting for a rainy day, at 98.6 degrees in unobtrusive cotton.

Lawn mowed. DIY. Children at mental age 8 until marriage. Thoughts so repressed that repression itself seems like a love-in.

The Village Elder says: Hate thyself without knowing it.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Functional Employee



So she says It's going to rain.

Then, In two weeks I'm going to Mexico.

Finally, she says, I'm menstruating.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Spearesques 5



Hearts, were they ears listening utmost, hear worst,

And worse, straining to catch whate'er the breezes blow, go deaf.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Watch The Baton You're Swinging, Sir!



Did I make the point yet.

Has it appeared here.

Did my lips suggest.

A foray go in the direction of.

That it should be clear that.

Davy Crockett humor, not what it is.

Should one consider that proposition.

Misshapen as Richard III's backbone come the words from.

Entertainment, no, sir.

That Rush Limbaugh is just 5 'mother-may-I' steps from the Brown Shirts