1. Contemplating intricate incursions through folded space/time to finely re-finish every flirtation and conversation in the manner my memory demands.
2. Feeding P. Pan at the expense of the man.
3. O Maw! O Stomach! Y/our insatiable need for supplication and adoration is an aberration – suggestions of ingestion won’t answer questions indigestible throughout the night - besides we ate 2 hours ago - turkey on rye
4. Failing at trying not to masturbate.
5. Riding the Cathode Carousel for a 3rd time around – just in case - this time- I find the gold ring.
6. Blinking my lids must take –like- 38 minutes and the clock keeps on lurching in great fits and starts 1:37, then 2:08, soon a quarter to four and I still haven’t reached the end of the line on this great tangent train to the town of Minutia by way of whistle-stop websites hitherto unenvisioned and points further west.
7. Nothing.
8. Anything.
1.29.2009
Is it still writer’s block when you just don’t give a shit?
A million words and nothing’s changed
A million tries and it still seems strange
A million lines and a million breaks
& nothing feels like it’s going to take
A million letters make a million poems
A million smiles and still no home
A million steps and I’m still here
& nothing new to hope or fear
A million years since I crossed the sea
A million tears dried inside salt-free
A million reasons not to deposit ink
& nothing fresh to say or think
A million tries and it still seems strange
A million lines and a million breaks
& nothing feels like it’s going to take
A million letters make a million poems
A million smiles and still no home
A million steps and I’m still here
& nothing new to hope or fear
A million years since I crossed the sea
A million tears dried inside salt-free
A million reasons not to deposit ink
& nothing fresh to say or think
inauguration day ditty
goodbye bush hello obama
the past has a period the future a comma
let’s start the healing from yesterday’s trauma
goodbye bush hello obama
the past has a period the future a comma
let’s start the healing from yesterday’s trauma
goodbye bush hello obama
1.23.2009
Buccinalia (for Robert Gibbons)
In a shaded cove
a flower grows
vivid
wishing he is steel
Buccinal petals
trumpet flowerness
“flower” “flower” “flower”
Forging steel
Turn soil & struggle
shit & sun
into bright burnished petals & peals of flower
& steel
Trumpets rarely flower
Flowers rarely trumpet
Edge your petals in sharpened steel
Root your roots in hidden steel
& blow & blossom
& blossom & blow
a flower grows
vivid
wishing he is steel
Buccinal petals
trumpet flowerness
“flower” “flower” “flower”
Forging steel
Turn soil & struggle
shit & sun
into bright burnished petals & peals of flower
& steel
Trumpets rarely flower
Flowers rarely trumpet
Edge your petals in sharpened steel
Root your roots in hidden steel
& blow & blossom
& blossom & blow
1.11.2009
where eagles turn to ice
Where eagles turn to ice
& pines whisper rhymes to snow
I will pitch my tent & gather
wood & wait until the thaw
cocooned until the thaw
The mountain flows until it’s sand
& snow piles mountain high
Lost in white on white on white
sightfrozen ‘til the thaw
igloo’d until the thaw
My clothes will smell of smoke
& dust; my ears a shout
in air and amber-trapped
until the thaw
And amber never thaws
& pines whisper rhymes to snow
I will pitch my tent & gather
wood & wait until the thaw
cocooned until the thaw
The mountain flows until it’s sand
& snow piles mountain high
Lost in white on white on white
sightfrozen ‘til the thaw
igloo’d until the thaw
My clothes will smell of smoke
& dust; my ears a shout
in air and amber-trapped
until the thaw
And amber never thaws
1.07.2009
3 Sijo
I
It’s all playground politics and chimpanzee relationships
Only one universal law: how you treat the other
Karma/dharma are just metaphors but flowers bloom each spring
II
Pleasure is often underrated; need is a poor principle
A Spartan life may suit some people but it’s not robustly
satisfying. Wake up! Wake up! Joy is the payoff
III
As the shoot springs from the soil, as water shoots from the spring
As the blossom becomes the fruit and as the fruit wombs the tree
As hope floats at sunrise, so mind, self, and soul, bubble from brain
(the Sijo is a Korean syllabic form. from wiki: "Sijo may be narrative or thematic and introduces a situation in line 1, development in line 2, and twist and conclusion in line 3. The first half of the final line employs a “twist”: a surprise of meaning, sound, or other device.")
It’s all playground politics and chimpanzee relationships
Only one universal law: how you treat the other
Karma/dharma are just metaphors but flowers bloom each spring
II
Pleasure is often underrated; need is a poor principle
A Spartan life may suit some people but it’s not robustly
satisfying. Wake up! Wake up! Joy is the payoff
III
As the shoot springs from the soil, as water shoots from the spring
As the blossom becomes the fruit and as the fruit wombs the tree
As hope floats at sunrise, so mind, self, and soul, bubble from brain
(the Sijo is a Korean syllabic form. from wiki: "Sijo may be narrative or thematic and introduces a situation in line 1, development in line 2, and twist and conclusion in line 3. The first half of the final line employs a “twist”: a surprise of meaning, sound, or other device.")
12.25.2008
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