Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

06 October 2012

Ah youth

That I say yours
when I try you
I mean my
beaming not intent
to imply possession
of any sort, except
that I feel because
I hear what you're saying
you blast onto my face
mannerisms and twitches
undermining poverty of shyness
bely pointing satisfaction
impenetrably viaducted
from urethra straight into wholly soul
skinless gargantuan faculty
driven downwind/needing
not upkept, ejaculation metabolic
in sacrum from peat/
when your kiss evades
I might wish in gravity
you stumble: a want to save
something worth the effort
and deserving, impossible to hold
for from my baby
cradle come the rocking

24 September 2012

Ill-battened hutches



Phonic-bound consciousness, by digital emblazon
delivered so to guffawer surveilling
margins as if I would not kiss, literally
for the life of me, mystical
self, bone-culled frailty
scythe intoning to bitter knees
unblemished chlorophyll and deveined graphite
-this versatility of form, championed valedictory
matter, rarefied loveliness that is you
trove liberated in feet's wake
dispelling loves myth, furlough in bluster
scuttling, gladly greeted as stranger;
     just one second - where have we
     fumbled more heartily, a Bessemer to gauche
parboiling turnip and mustards
green semaphore, by not meaning
what I intend, breathe, vulcanize of experience
doeful, toward cessation of revealing
formica shuttled with power drill
into cement, still further into gravel
eventually soil and crumble
anchor unwisely cast purloin's distraughtment:
blueprint's all gone to shit, unfurling
directly into rags; I foster glitches
     promise, never become smitten
     except in service of Hyde, be
     witch's I, buttressing ascertainable
metronomic, gravity alighted
plucker on frothing string, throngs
neck of civility, to which we gait
tubularly cast divine into finity on the hour
and we made that up as well-
done! Now stomach the sight
of enfeebled, smutty man infesting chronicle
for all desiderative, I bow but do not
wither for a sign wringing my hands from afar
ascent displacing utter tractibility...
Waveforms empowering disbelief, command belief 
into those for whom anything, that yet may be
something etch-worthy litigates, abberant, searchless
deferring rest, which is more than
will be said of, schemed on
sustained with, settled for by me-

12 September 2012

a breast on the fingernail moon

spy I whiplashed the wane of
jacking off, I think for you

suffocated and siphoning
minerals up up up spare

touch that darling
pinkens virginal witch brew

mended in minestrone cauldron
by blooming parka's swallow

fantasy toughens up sound
grumbling roll in solemn dawn

05 July 2012

Thank you for being me


This is how yu say my name
how I ask for it
in my own way
traipsing thru dandelions I wield
abberation from skill set
mad at the world
while not giving a shit
pallid is the crossed-eye
square with tha seasons
unbreathing if that's possible
known to everyone but self
isn't it well to be wise
carefully planned, nothing left
behind in breakfast nook
to haunt yu all day
like unmade bed, asshole trained
to pucker and spit back out
tha jones, prior to being cut
flask open spills into back pocket
to reclaim my spirit, stick out yr tongue
upward motion across strained denim
scan for scotch, taste buds clutch
command to which rips tha black
thread and there's a hole
in my heart born to be filled
there's space for at least one more
if yu can be quick, look at me
know I'm your bitch
for now your slave and something else
new name attached to existing digits
in mobile contact list

18 February 2012

Stranger still

Everything that can be ordered
has fallen out of
favor with its sheath.
Pellets pierce crooked flesh
enters voluminously the breeze.
Eyes are greeted by cluttered
bird's mind- consequence of turning
attention too heartfully inward.
Vast is my appetite to be
brief, yet I am not the strangest.
You are stranger still.

05 January 2012

Don't forget to breathe


It’s not for nothing
that you are stricken, dreamstate having
its way with you right now
which is forever and I’m burning hair
pasta with beetles and coconut sauce
won’t win you any friends
and that’s something that happens
these are the threads of the ladder
back up Moses I have no father
my name is in a language without weather
seek one who presses her breasts
against the glass of a mirror
slick as (please don’t take
my) Mondays away-

I apologize for wearing
the dress you were buried in
at my college graduation, in closing
I forgive supply and demand
accept no responsibility for its function
I’m not worth anything
but I’d like a big bowl if you’re
offering - don’t forget to be
diseased, and it’s falling out
dream tooth is the mouthpiece
of all reality, and it’s gonna
find you and make you pay
for all those wasted years of loveliness hollowing
carcasses of prophets and desire
to read them infected the dying
which is to forever as singer is to
songwriter - one and the same when
heard from above and farther away
even regretful for growing more

more distant pulsar
without mind or imagination
broken free of my trap

When I was restless and weeding one day
in that megalopolis by subway
arrived a breathless deceiver feet-swollen
come to draw no one away from their faith
offering belief in self some voodoo thing (I’m sorry
for being racist) willing to
enforce it easy to be forgiven
because he asks for forgiveness
don’t forget to ask for forgiveness
if you want to matter, let your actions
settle, your words unclutter
let your days be spent with pens
in hand perspiring - do not defend yourself
against the vainglory or honest
those in drink or headspun reverie
they spied your spoon and extendable
fork now all the colonies claim duress
demanding representation without taxation
but even centurions on horses need hooves
to brandish the stick or cow with a bun
baked rye with golden raisins anterior
scene of one cell being nourished
surviving - won’t you let that
biology be?  All we are paid to do is
grieve, piss, and dance

Don’t forget to off yourself
when the sauce is peak temperature
(with no absolute hot, roiling seductively
in its galactic pot is no longer unseemly or worth
indefinite simplicity, uninterrupted prairie
disastrous to feel any human connection to one or another)
reminiscence breeds misinformation so please
stop dreading.  We get to pick
boulder to be placed atop the pit
where all humanity’s ideas and
accomplishments will turn to tar
I hope we can use nails in the wall
if so, I’ll lean the frontispiece like a
funhouse of history - forward and
threatening to topple us underneath,
clearly erasing any of that worry
you treasure much more than your
brothers (no rest for the weary or wicked) having bungled
the seed of one thousand nations
once in a while it becomes possible
to catch glimpse of dribble on
our shorts, having come
after an insufficient shake - that is something that happens also
- restaurants close their
shutters for hurricane of famished revelers
enduring crisis of lasting
peace so they worshipped him
now he is the night’s Special plate
served with no sides, simmering

Weapon of my spirit, crystalline arm backwards-bent
in sling, rise up now to perform my deference
foreign eyes traverse the script we
excrete and notice how slippery
is the censure of grace, non-plussed
as you are comfortable in your body
matastasized, appendage amplified to tool
your goofy appearance is only exceeded
in inanity by that which spurts forth
here, now gushing like rain lions
don’t take very long to quench desert
soil and overfill roots of herbs
for lizard get to scurrying - don’t forget
to breathe when the android or half-dead
band hunting drift towards - think of
yourself as always surrounded, alone
on the menu and infinitely hungry.

31 January 2011

Lab gams

For Paul Baumann 



What I meant to say all this
time was/what I mean to say
is: Thank you - hardly seems enough
these words are not biting
this covenant from abroad
snows according to gospel writ-
ing is too much folksy and not
enough sentry of cardiac startled
by vocation for all that you worked
my derelictions of duty missiles
absconding at length lynching but in fear
for too long tears stoppered
tremble of soul anxious to be told
again learning, with you implicating self
living to deserve, by error, reserve
of listed forms, mined Latinate origins, and concrete
denotation in dictionary or thesaurus demolish
censored pain I mean does not own me
intoxicates any further with notions
sniffle of speed, sip to scotch
curl up tendrils, clutch of comb
grooming in stable farmhand
just as well brother, mother, personhood vacates
careless in lieu of epiphany
within view of permanent night
plastic porpoise/lucid with faculty on first date
ruing lover and love songs to come-

21 December 2010

Fowl and sin

You can't control who wants you
any more than I
can unmake desirable to rooster every hen

love me
what's the use
in trying to forget the truth
or say it ain't so?

you know you do
so say you will
love me forever

what's clear to me
what sets me free
is not to have to say 'I do'

not one more season,
if consummation ekes out in camouflage
your well-earned revenge,
of departure from viridian-

10 December 2010

We matter

Does it even matter?
it do
does it even matter?
of course

do we even matter?
we do
we have no choice

we're here

we matter

does anything matter
to yu?
thats another string
i've yet to undo

is anything history?
it matters
get over forever
which happens to be

the only way is matter
yu b yu + ill b me
bring about the future -
its free

Against wasting

Is procrastination a viable destiny
alternately bawling in fear of go
then missing out on everything after seldom
prediction cycle's what-ifs fail as fantasy
in their doing then they are
kinda like if squatter-on-log
perched to share agog
assembles script parchment and zig-zaggery
stuffing pockets aching to be relieved
as it were: I didn't do it, did I?
What I came to be all about then
doing the ripped freed template
a light-year length of deploying
is what is (or was it, is?) necessary-just I be stammering
help me out her mind is will speak for her
recalled transistor still managed to broadcast
razzle-dazzle irony Velcro unzipping
sequence of creative delivery resolved to arrive
at least this far in timeline trusted to accord heathen glory
stowed currently away from binary
absent from the dominating starry
messenger that be dot matrix printouts
of observation circled and highlited and surrounded by
five-points - astronomers' data beknighted
mystery, fallacy, or misrecording
either way it's free as are
lightning rods. I fully expect to be returning fantastically
working merchandise to George's Star along with all the other shit
pouring out my slackened, yellow, jonesing maw
and recognise ferried behind conspicuously-
near and extra-menacing people-less craft, scarred from
inferno of waves flooring buds unindestructible
Captain and all the others terrified of death
- and not life, but living - went down with her
all except these velvet shimmering pomegranate seeds unnecessarily
crystals of pure cane juice my wife as current
clutching mama be lima bean y'all come join
my celibate craft scoured and singed by bile acids
someday I'll treat all humanity to thanksgiving
in my anal cavity, escorting assassin who done did it,
one who didn't did it, and also one other - some fag dressed like me.

I am for real

I don't know who I am
I don't know how life began
but I know: Love begins with me!

We be all about the humours
don't let the rumours take hold of your hand
your writing hand your fighting hand
make making-love your name brand

I don't deal with no 'what what'
I don't deal with no 'wish wish'
I don't deal with no 'want want'
I deal with what is, is
I deal with that real shit

I don't consume without research
girl you tryin to get hurt?
you tryin to hurt your kids?
take a look before you buy that shirt!

look before you buy, before you assert
your individuality-it ain't what you own
or how high up or down
those clowns/visionaries say they'll take your town

to the world stage-property, sanctity
consumability, criminality:
might be the downfall of our society
You hear that B.P.?
Catch that Morgan Stanley?
Feel me ancestors in Eternity?

...Forever, if ever: don't want my baby mama
dropping kids like I drop beats-to 'da feet'
misogynist bullshit
just cos you say she do

just cos you say it's true
now I don't wanna make you mad at me
but just cos you say it's true
that don't make it true you see

Just cos you say I do
be bowin down to sweep the street
then kiss your feet cos I like feeling meek
I'm happy knowing my place in stricture society

Sorry Mas'suh but that's some outdated dogma
your slingin on 42nd Street

Now I don't want no man mad at me
but you ain't no kind of father – be
hanging around with girls their daughters
hate – I know all about prosperity and shit...

You can count on me
forever to be mendicant

but just cos you say that's true
that don't make it true – I'd be
happier with almost anyone besides you
with their finger on the button

Won't have my baby boy my brother's little girl
my sister my mother my cousin her lover
my next of kin or stranger in a strange land

getting rolled on a globe powered by
hateful white man's hypocrisies
or their finger's on the button!

Call and response

I've seen the walls and heard the walls I listen to the walls and I've heard the pipes contained within the walls the water coursing through the pipes and pipes jangling within the walls I've heard and seen the metal measuring cups on a metal loop strung on a nail on the wall behind which are the pipes and the water racing through the pipes as someone showers in flat above

I've lit the high performance front the rear the high performance rear the front sent the gas sparking aflame as the stove went rumbling below the apartment I pose my head a-palm my forehead frozen in sky I hear the rumble I hear the sky rumble from an airplane it's the lowest allowable height I'm sure the measures enforced so strictly the measuring so strict the sky so full of air

not like before before the sky was burnt behind the sky and burning and the burning sky and the lover telling the lover a lover's lie a kind lie a lie meant to raise the wishes so high because the false consort always aims too high atop the nearest the highest or the lowest atop a hill is no place to cavort, lovers

I've heard yu cry yu lovers don't yu be bothered by the lovers on the other side the lovers on the inside of yr bodies as the residue of love leaves in long streams don't be hidden by yu lovers don't be hidden by each other

I have seen the taptaptapping of the wall the rapraprapping of the men clearly discernible in the navy yard and just beyond its fences one can see and hear the sky in it is booming the sounds of lovers leaping

I heard the disinterestedness in a voice and I heard the man saying he wasn't interested but not in so many words as to be boring but I'd rather be boring than be bored for I've known the man is there before merely by hearing the words he says and the sensation of being kept under his thumb

I've heard behind the sensations G-d the unfathomable attendence of men to the living tho the living don't want anything to do with the deity and it matters not to him or them if I'm here doing whatever the hell it is I'm doing

Reduction of zero

I'm not gonna be there
spying on yu kiss the ground
I'm not even here right now
so don't be scared
- or be afraid, cos I don't even care -
hey wait I do kinda dig restraint
but I'm so far gone
I'm over convenient kisses
let's seal the deal
Will I feel anything?
Hel' to the fire -
feet, hands, and such
truncated effigy
I'm body for hire
come to, come to Love's retiring
which ain't no kind of circumstance
to be whirled frenzily into penultimate
not at all like desire...
All I need is love!

Free is doom, fundamentalisms bely

Fear the dumbing-glory of fundamentalisms'
provisions! Hardeningly, knotted, wed
to minstrel's brow as to apprentice's fiefdom
You did know we're squatting in some Duke's hue and parade?
We live without booze or need for shopping cart - we po'
blossoms are cheery when our dustbowl lemming's beatific
power doubles back upon unleashing. All any courtships may aspire
to impress and stuff as nourishment into sugar cubes, is unbidden pressure
upon deaf boy's flagella - Come out, for whatever intoxicant is revolutionary
as was textbook or isn't Kabbalah, as was pumice-y man
adrift - left to forage, who soon bore need
of enough and 'too many' seethed while
senses made collectable Celebration - as if merely to break ground
amounts to snuff cinema; like petrol is in my constitution.
Like, I know what is expected of BP I am on pulpit.
Drop enshrouded in smog's kumquat
a dram, a fiend, a pound of flesh, your right to abortion
like I stand here today to interrogate not necessarily ameliorate
lance wielded so heavily we let 'er rip despite absence of verifiable dAmocle's sword
or thread.  We may be in no need, in deep shit, insignificant as cherry pit
but stack up your thrones high because we muster, we live: Our investment
is baby doll's meddling in the dollhouse. Arrest your merriment
(virgins ain't so hot in the sack, in heaven or not)!

Urbanists

If'n yu wish to extoll surprise or
dissent today, present yr grocery bill
at this time. Fissure in conciseness - I belch, ground
heron's nest into palimpsest of
toast, grits, and two scrambled eggs.
If in-kind donations must prove
rousingly-combustible artist's bum is seduce-able: Pay
the near-sighted man already, strap-on his desperate
lampooning/pleading to be gay-bashed, raped, true-blue to kin.
Harpooning and rapt, Saint Vitus' is no dance - self-diagnosers
trudge pridefully thru forest and glen.
Hade's legion was sated with just one mother
unmourned-by or out-living her kids, which
may cause future ancestors or selves to expire first
of an always-already-dying love again.

Gravity sucks

Success is a lathe
 I feel contempt within lust
gravely at peace, consume Eros
speech scissors incantatory
ego, lush and alight encumbrance
of particulate essence/artifacts lifted from scene
asterisk parentheses - make liturgical caveats
(for what is abuse, where else but in
deforestation: commandment for psychology
laureates: books remind sometimes of webworld
tho not as durable or utilitarian
especially poem-books and artist's journals
chronicles of attended/yet-unfulfilled wishes?)
grandly approximating Love's assault upon self
and seizure as of mastery
even daring condescend to lordly pulse
in concept if not in grain.
So it is for anyone in grips of
possessing - too-cursive free will insinuating as-faint/exact
as gravity sucks til all is plunder.

23 June 2010

Mother



          Mother
currently lives in
a space I did
not grow up, yet
I'm supposed to
call it home? I
haven't any home
here except the one I bring
I haven't anything
worth forgetting
because I live
in the 'now'
everlasting akin
to moment sedentary
in stupor glacier
barreled toward me in Winnebago
it wasn't long before I assume
he lives here, it doesn't take
nerve gas to pique my sense
to forgetting addresses a face
particles of clothing
I never been here before
I didn't use to pull the trick
you say you pull you card shark
driving metro bus from upper deck
forced-horizon in eye is only portentous
as ever for an instant
for in day while men and feral foragers
rest, reverie unifies nite.
Class crown bequeathes to landfill
adolescent substance oozy glory
in bronze harkens shakes and peeks
at globe on which we crouch
fearing G-d from under sheets
worn once as ghost costume
wait that's a movie recall not memory
all soul's day however is actual
in our space recognizable
he kisses grimy underbelly of calendary
fearing not the donning of boxers or briefs
shifts in genomic trajectory or politic
flanks 'Semper fi' with new eaglets
who'll each collapse of heart defeat
I kissed a boy once breathing
off swallowing disembowelment
no longer in shadow
capitalize stranger lower untested-aspirations
because of frailty, vitality
identification metamorphosises Unknown to Lover
I choose to let words bear-down
on neck blushing my purple
bereft of fortnight to plan and wallow
love shoulders hard hats against
down-pressing urgency
I cast you uninseminated embryo
who would be my baby boy
at last to realm of possibility, forever.
Call me sometime the way your mother
incites all her rabble to supper table
glowy in setting still of December
sometimes you convened only once per day
in early morn after being retrieved
from babysitter's down the street.
Neanderthals didn't find each other dwelling in huts
or even look to familiar without bullet
failing to own the ground onto which was spat
and grown-upon - diver for pearls in dark of
harboring poachers: that's not so bad
unless it is, and it is
sign of dwindling property value
window to dental services that represents
attempt by owner of said edifice
at boarding-up shot-out frosted glass
but merely points out lack of
shimmering newness anywhere on block
I'd have left it alone
the heat might get out and the ninjas
gain entry surreptitiously
but it's got character
and flora overtaking ivy ensconsed
in constitution of el barrio
is it true I disappear
if aren't recalled by anyone
is it so I die every day
actively-forgotten in mist of reminiscenses
escaping from even earth
at least not memorizable from then on
even for participant, actual form is fantasy
daily loaf not felt or smelled, all silence
all background dungeon, making plans to meet sometime
to let you my dear know when I'm
not here any longer so you can wear that necklace and go out
I forgive the matriarch of war
for fabled lands and intrepid haze
overwhelming long-term memory
isn't it stultifying to recognize once-known or -unknown
tho it doesn't mean much this morning
blind desiderative reach to recollected coordinates 
of charging dock, slave to certainty
that levitating atop bureau wherever
rested communication device
to tell you of this apocrypha
but nothing came back to me.



The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus


The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus

a fuckubus from just below 135th Street

whom I mustn't trust

though he was kind enough

not killing or robbing me...



Razer

Razer

Your dignified
my brother
I don't know
if you're back
for good or just
to remind me
of the failed state
in which one
finds the river
frothing forth
to be fallen-into
solderers of love.
It's not
simple as Mensa
plan would have
one nation, undergrad.
Is it a shame
I'm only hearing
what you see from
didgeradoo to gadgets
envious sway of watcher
star-grazing black hole
widens tributary for vestments galore.
I can smear with recognition
broadly outlaying metropolis of flirters.
But never will he be here for you
I can't help to explain
how disappearance gone berserk mandates babble
carraiges, offal in the North Woods
scarily available in nascent candor
damp guard of heart to rape
the ardent foe
of sojourning:
holiness, pregnant
spoon of pest
and tome entombed.
Where is left for
orange sky - the sky?
In sand dilate I
to most-high, regarded
pollutant sloughed
off nylon campgrounds.
Miserly heart
habitual gait
bend back to
square none. Prior
to invention of zero
I was only ever
alone, dreading
not being spied
from cavernous sound
waves deployed by
fear-monger, no lies
told worthy in or of empire.
Guaranteed love is too
stung and feeble wailing
in doubt - Song of
wisdom-less grace: deluge
earthily near-mention
of self, unrealized in limb
wind or elementary particle
supposed ganderer
earn your keep within toxic hymnal.



This isn't real



This isn't real

I'm not real

how can I be real

when I can't even feel


I'm not hot or cold

I'm not there or now

I'm not in or out

imitation in drought


enduring visitation to Fetisheavan

halfway to limbo

did I make it

no forgot to go


forget where I'm going

ice set in gold ring

in shambles my igloo