Poets can’t even call
themselves poets anymore.
There always has to be something else,
some other business.
Lines can’t be straight
anymore, they must
succumb to curve
like the snake’s back,
bending repeatedly
from one dune in
the desert to another.
There is no almost straight.
Almost straight is the
embankment, marking
the cliff, over which
our poems run,
tumbling drunk,
with the final drops of faith.
Would I stop to read
your poem if
it were standing by
the side of the road
with its thumb
sticking out?
Yes.
I would pull it up
into the cab,
count its stanzas,
learn the unfamiliar
words,
and read it
over and over,
until I had
committed it
to memory.
Turned down for anotherjob today, some publicinterest outfit. Didn’t wantit anyway maybe theywere disappointed when Isaid I was a fiscal conservative,that this latest supplementalis fulla pork. They can smellit on me—th’aversion to lobbies,the disdain for raising funds—blownfrom key to key in this economicarchipelago. * Why’d I start Oliver Perez today?Gave up four runs to the … Continue reading Thunderstorm Watch 295
I turn over a stone andunder that another andunder that another. Rubbish I throw this stone away. And hit myself in the backofthehead. nothing is moving onlythe colors are changing my furrows afractalbiggerandbigger asdetails tumanesce
jopo wrote a poem said
so i make bologna
said staying dark longer
said (what was that
eye-talian phrase you used?)
oh god...i've fried
myself on yet another night,
stayin out longer,
flush with small bills and
reducing my
legal costs by
going to law school?
dance, mon frer, stop
biting your nails. let other
countries make the dollar bills
let us make the art. search for
these terms in google:
miami car dealer suicide and fire.
random is beautiful, e.g.
impatientist painters
burning down buildings
paranoid and planting
their faces in concrete? ...
Up the grain elevator
one hundred and eighty degrees
(but no proof)
an aspen chopped in two
makes a fence holding
asses in funny-coat blankets.
When the rail rusts, what's left behind?
Down the track electric: a bottle
cast off to house earthworms;
an impatientist painting
bequeathed in night to the sound
of apple pie vapors wrapped in waxen mem'ry.
We are so accomplished, usa student and a carpenter... open the fridge & get a red bulllet it burn itself outI got Budweiser and Guinness,a beer for each noise in the background.Roll that beautiful bean footage, mon frerroll me a steak roll me a boatlet's go fishing, clean 'em ourselveshalf a day is $40 cigars … Continue reading Sand is lots of tiny rocks
He did it he had the guts to pull it off I chased him up a wall and back down it and then he had the audacity to get in my shorts. Circa Fall 1996
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