Saturday, May 31, 2008

Bought Me a Mannequin Named Papa to Love with All My Heart


The arrogance
the swagger are never gone
from me

I was raised in a shed
without momma & papa
to lion over me

To deluge my ego
or buy me Oreos

(I am jesting of course)

Papa roves across borders
driven insane at four corners
of intrigues

Elastic as canon
ink runs from the corners
of his joust

Drastic in deformity

Plastic in American enormity
Papa gigs me
by my rigor mortis--
a raider of sign posts
& taverns
made eloquent by regard

In his country of woe
he motors towards nothing

His handful of sorrow
lags thru my crosshairs

I rhyme & I flatten
dear psychiatrist
mindful of cyclones
& greater than Kansas

(Hardly my Papa’s
little dumpling boy)

But Papa never believes
in my poems


Mama gestures
& puts on her glasses—
a dreamer in figuration

Her addiction's
a sentence ambiguous
as sign posts

Derivatives of marginal attraction
sing like a cobra
in reply

First she deletes
--Auckland Personnel Only--
then she types

She reads how
t(w)o (wo)men
sex is desire

That dogma's domain
is tahol's domain

as existence)

& that tahol
means shithead
her son
who writes poems

Mama’s factoids
are forces
she dishes out madness

Her porno’s no secret
grinds tumult to words—
"aloha, fruity pebbles"—
in someone else's
straight face

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Travel Ode to the Previous (Legacy III)

A world is worded like a setting off
To a page or pages unknown. A reliable lie

Adversely juxtaposed. Indifference. Its core
Of meaning. All the lies I told stir up
Incendiary injustices. Space breaking down.
Transformed by subway crowds. Faceless
But theorized and therein lies the rub.

For all we know a comported idea is based
In reality. Solely a language unto itself.

A portrait sitter. Versions of a self contained
Enemy. Interchangeable as mental harps
Plucked by a poem. A poetry is not necessarily
An evil plural but composite, yes, it is the same.
A contrived lingo by individual aspect.
Consciousness nicked in the eye. A duality
Overtly witnessed until conjectured thin.

Incumbent revolutionary means and practices.
But a system just the same. Both fall into place
As when glue coheres disparate strands. A car
Built to jangle its keys in front of us does so.

There is a mean temperature uniquely dissimilar
From a torrid summer.

The moon meanders women into metaphors.
Explains real politik. Negates false idols.
Superimposed upon a grand system. He shines
His bourgeoisie miracle. Light’s so called
Devotion. Even a little speck feminine fascist.

Is he like us? One in a crowd of illusions?
A wastrel sleeping beneath bridges? Wrapped
In newspapers? Ersatz with zeitgeist’s fraudulent
Emotions? Words all the while escaping?

Bombed with cold and guilt is simultaneous.
Paradigmatic teeth chatter unto the charnel house.
Bombed with cold and gilt. Gilt is but a play

On the words: secondary intuitions.
Whosoever jokes alters the ghostly enterprises.
Is made a circumspect defendant. Intelligence
Coddles. Agrees to laughter and money handed out.
The form is of mansions and limos.

Institutional schmuck. Designed pianissimo.
The closed off literati. Or con. We all dream
Of the big score. It’s understood how we do
Ourselves in. Non-essential institutional schmuck.

Societal parameters stray toward effulgence.
The manner of sonnets gone meta-narrative.
The same art transforms a consumer. We don’t

Identify. The losers unless outlaws.

Our minds expand by orbitable laws.

Celtic Root Labyrinth

Indoctrinated decisively uprooted bellowing
Clamoring the unbathed she-babe refuses her milk
Bottle’s mystic nipple golden in the air hanging
Without instruction the mad king embraces
His scientific exteriorities like feigned silences
Oared to come cries are all over the dark walls

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Love? Exactement! No?!

Superlative charmed dessicates of iris
& chamomile leaf dull gold doubloons
foundering listless in tide a kiss
jealous of the ear ignoble sweet sweet
lover & stove going out so wry lull
of tongue & groove indolent as smoke
O sputter of candle O sputter of
bee & laudanum the old impassive indignant
real abstinence absentee the jetty veers
skirts the scenic heights perilous as
surf/spirits among comrades tongue
after tongue misshapen by the sea the sea
ravaged at the point of entry a mermaid
& lean cedars by the gate

(In the room awaits)