Code man in black mac / Liffey:

According to Joyce
the Coffin lay in its bier
& the mourners knelt
L. Bloom
C. P. M’Coy,
Dash Mc’Intosh
& several others
I don’t recall who was
The Figure
Standing just by
Over there
Now gone
Mistaken for name of the figure
The boy turned man
O the boy turned man at the grave sight
The thirteenth mourner
& as Joyce puts it
Mistaken for a stranger
But disappears
Of a course to become judged in his black mackintosh funereal attire
Ever muted
By a stoppage in prayer
& Paddy Dignam’s poor corpse
The word benign like the divine
& him bursting
& us so benign
Oddly dimpled bowler
Mentioned on the head of a mourner
Standing aback of us
Entirely of a nature to disappear
Mourner of the other 12
At the plot of
Poor Dignam
& as I said Joyce said
Paddy Dignam
His legacy of
Good humor
A bent elbow for the fun
Bon mots just for the world
The grave
The one in it
No balm like a black balm
A balm so sweet
Of choices
Strategically arranged
A life steered through
& around
Navigable they want us to believe
And down along the sweet flowing Liffey
The crones squawk
Indefinably
Notions of flowing
Of hair by the river
A woman’sssssSssSSsSSssss long strands
Same as desire
So cunning
Languor of the siren’sssssSS sSsSS Ss SSSSsssss
Eternal flesh
No longer a boy
A man now
Per chance transformed
To invisibility
O black in his black macintosh
No longer
A boy
I’ve a rare bone to pick with the river Liffey
From which
It is clear
All speech flows in the world
The heart-stopped-world
Spoken to
The bone-yard-world
Flowed through
By a river
The bone-yard-tune
Creeping under
The stranger’s black mackintosh
Like a desire he detests quenching
Out of the grave’s cusp of loam
Came Liffey
A moment in it
Both grave & Liffey
Some shuddering belch of an “Excuse me,
Are you in there?”
If
& when

Not Even Our Shadows Will Follow Us

Iloveyou, meaning thiscanary has beenourluck;
meaning we both love themusicplaying inmyhead.
Iloveyou,meaning I hope you neversuffer,asIhave,
for being charmed; meaning wash&choplove’s
onions,cryasyoulaugh.Iloveyou, meaning canaries
tire of their own mimicreflections; we ignore them,
telling each other Don’t worry, it’s no ta sign. Blue,
meaning “awkward:” I shaved this canary for you.
Joke,meaning“concerned:”I spoofed the canaries
foryou.Canary,meaningflight;meaningyouwashed
thisplumhopingforone longsweetriff.It lasted a
moment. It lasted like a monument, bigasCharlie
“thebird”Parker. It glistered when I bit into it for your
sake. It was myself, my sweet necrotic voice I heard
singing intheback ofyourthroat. Ohbaby,Iloveyou,
meaning do you know this canary? Oh baby, Iloveyou,
meaningI’llbeyourcanary, my wings bright, gaudy
as anything toofamiliar,and disappear into thinair.
Ohbaby,Iloveyou, meaning disappear withme,it’s
thateasy, notevenourshadowswillfollowus.

Icarus Fallen to a City's Limit

The sun proclaimeth its love for the angle
At which it is seen. The moment I fell: O! strange
&lovelystrange&lovelyirregularities.
Onefragmentfrom. Is like another. A city
thus defined determines its grandeur.
Looking into a pond or mirror is equivalent to:
I shaped ideas.I paused to check my balance.
If I fell It wasn’t unwittingly. The scene upended
the writing. Only this sense of a shift in perspective:
outcome/delay. As I looked on it swept past me
whose face was a taxi cab. Thepoemabout
Lenin was an anvil he detested reading.

a Yahoo word search evolves into a philosopher*

Yes, a splash page

IMAGE SEGMENTATION
Is old fashioned

A tangle tangible tangerine
Kinda night of

Transitional
Parishioner conspiracy

As a lama
Construes wheelbarrow
Among dachshunds

Anywhere
Aorta goes

confidante Postcard Lithuania

As thousand Moe
e’er
Dostoevsky Blackburn

Cotman sapling
Holystone translucent

stuck in the
Throat

For this is an ambiance

C’est alors qu’il fait la connaissance
Responded advisers

Helicopter perception
Clashes
Requesting stronghold

I agree with you

machines provided
empty
historical compilation of

reactivity & interactivity

Your saying is so good
& useful for me

a far cry from
Ultravioleta

a skyscraper City,
set in Provence

costing $100







ª All language in this poem is “found” language. It is taken from several
Yahoo pages I searched using “tan lin ambiance is a novel with a logo”
for my search parameters. I have moved them around abnegating their
original order on the Yahoo pages. This is the sum total of my
manipulation. They are pretty much as I found them on Yahoo. I prefer to
label this work a “selected” poem rather than “found” poetry, as my
process was simply to select lines & phrases while composing the poem
as I did so. Thus each preceding line or phrase effected those which
were to be selected later in the process.

Eye Uneasy with the Story*

Since I’m by myself
I bring along a book

The book is mesmerizing

A perfect bound
Closed history
The size of a nest

Its pgs
{Involving

A rope (Representing Reality)

Gross acts of non-
questioning

&
One theater}

Expound on the relevance
Descending in the form of

Abandoned farm buildings
Now housed
In

A miraculous outpouring
Almost at random

Once lived
The key events
Swiftly fled

The improbable
The unlikely
Significant Unfair Arguments
With Existence

Act on
Sublimely innocent
&
Brutal burning deck

Of eye uneasy
With the story

(Such is the fervor
Walking hand in hand
w/ )

Particles
& waves

Really bad movies

&
Venus to the
Hoop

*Text & title were "found" on line.

My only creative input was selecting them

& arranging them

into a poem.

Ever a Silo of Twelve Seconds

English was still major development
Spoken in broken cups of glass & steel marijuana

& thinking as straw was a silo of straw
Evolved through space of twelve seconds

No matter how strafed
A loot of legs and skirts and muscle and hair and eyes and breasts
Dr. Strangelove just screamed

In cinematic contrivances found loved by no pulpit
Surfing was a fad soon
The waters did doom upon atolls of radio waves

In watts they were whom not quite ourselves
A view’s pewter ball I rolled into sleeves

As sixth of a rumor we fell out of knees
A jingle in pain till old western dead

[Your Name Here] up in lights

[Your Name Here]
Acts out a movie
Votes in a theater
Saunters into &
Out of frames 1-
20,000 delegates
On camera / off
Screen justified
Citizens external
Ask your local
Party rep or just
Shoot the footage
MEANING Me
I Us opting for
Corpse smells of
Aisle seats &
Public nonpareils
Improvised by
Cross dresser-
Prophet his own
Shadowy persona
Non gratis the
Situation appears
“legit” afterall
As does a bill
[not a duck’s
Beak] a George
Washington
[“Roll ‘em!”]
Is a form of late
20th Century
Diplomacy. [Film
Talks, yes?]
FOR SALE is
The means of
Cunning’s own
Historical re-
Enactment of
The lost art of
Cash acquisition
Directed by
[Your Name Here]
But poems on
B&w 35 mm?
Scenario one:
No longer civil
Folk [Your Name
Here] mounts
A buckboard
Re-enactment
Is filmed / Is
History scripted
Revised for no
Sake or cause
But repetition
But repetition
Vs [Your Name
Here Up in Lights]
Scenario Two:
No lawnga civel
Foke [Yore Naim
Heer] shall alter
The parameters
Shall mownt tha
Bukbord re-inact-
mints appearin’
both on screne
& in tha awdienc
Simeltaneuslee.