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On The Ferry
22.Jun.08, 00:46 EDT
On The Ferry
On the ferry
from far away
you could see
three outlined shapes
tripping and falling
to the front of
the boat
leaning their weight
against the railings
looking over the
water and the dark.
There were three
shapes, a boy and
two girls, and they
stood very close
breathing heavily
and laughing — it was
nice on the ferry —
they were drunk
and they couldn’t
really close their eyes
or open them
the boat rocked
there was a
strong wind
a clean, sharp
water-air smell
they breathed more and
more deeply and
grabbed the railings
harder
the world wasn’t really
there, then
the tight, constricted
exact thinking
had stopped
everything was funny
and queasy
they couldn’t concentrate
or cause things to happen
they just held on
noticing their
feet slide back
and forth under them
and every so often getting
prickly and tense
at how close
their bodies were
and thinking about that
and falling a little bit
and moving up into each other
even closer.
Alone
the ferry
the open deck
the dark
the city away
the wind
the water
the movement of the boat
the clunking of the
ferry’s gears
cold, cold, cold, cold
the wind, the water, the fast
of the boat
warm, warm, warm, warm
sleepy
excited
simultaneously.
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Logic Broke My Arm
07.Jun.08, 22:55 EDT
Logic Broke My Arm
The
Beautiful American Sidewalk
did not break my arm
The
skinny metal fence with the barbed wire toupee
did not break my arm
The
cat impersonation without the right equip (parachute body)
did not break my arm
LOGIC BROKE MY ARM
The
logic that says:
willpower is badpower
the logic that makes the world go frown
action is a vacuum
in reverse
presence /something
the blowing out of air
that's just it the people that do things are always full of
hot air
the old man in the white home
a liar
but never full of
hot airto get to the gulag
you have to ask directions
GOOD is a signpost that
can never twirl
hot air
hot heart
hot art
neutral
the hatred of activity is the hatred of a particular activity
you don't like
there is a ewe
hornless, laughing at the illusion
of the ram splanging headwood
at the wall
not female, pretending to a delicacy
women want to throw out
ugly, charming, jailkeeper for the prison of the status quo
I
have sacrificed my arm
to your logic
My
wing in a sling hurts
and I'm proud
of its dangle
Broken
it is so much looser than your
stick up ass
pucker face
watching it hang
from a sore tired
shoulder
wow it's funny
what comic timing
and
yeah
it can dance
I
can dance
the more you shoot at the ground
the faster my fast feet fling
entertainment
the one activity
you haven't been able
to drown
so smooth in my ear
take the plunge
I
high on the fence
I understand your logic
so I don't look down
to look down
is to try
to try is to act
to act
is to hurt
I don't wanna hurt
'cept those that deserve hurt
l
i
k
e
m
y
s
e
l
f
to fall without thinking
your logic
was so full of joy
I would fall into the bosom
of friendship and love
and goodguyness
and become, finally
a human being
the introduction of armbone
to cementwalk
at a wierd angle
and a high speed
made the point
kinda loudly
that you don't become
a humane bean
you are one
eminently logical
.
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Love
18.May.08, 00:24 EDT
Love
Love conquers allincluding its participants
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Publish This, Suckers
20.Apr.08, 04:47 EDT
Publish This, Suckers
In the city
of cats
and bars
and hair salons
I am a walking
stunted
possibility
and that's why I make you scratch
and the tune of voice is a stinging hand noose
all the way
to nowheresville
stamp the breaks
before we get THERE
a buzzer, a beeper, a digital alarm
annoying
but I'm worse
I constantly flash a tree stump
and
a wavery outline of a full-grown tree
TIMBER
sure I've got it
resolve
talent
and the scratch gets worse
possibility
what is possibility
a target
a neon megaphone in the trenches
squawking
I'm over here
kill
over here
not THERE
where
we stamped the breaks
before we got
butt
I can shake mine better than
well
better than
and the scratch gets worse
entertaining motion
is a soothing lotion
and the scratch gets better
only
so when it really gets worse
it can really get worse
pain is held
with electronic humor
to a minimum
a balled up little orbiting red light of rage
trapped in a tiny plastic box on the phone
on hold
and beautiful paintings are made
next door
but why I should I be my own blinking reminder that it's time for my appointment with the firing squad
at least let somebody else tell me
and I'm sorry you're not the one
I am an exclamation point
not a question mark
and maybe I am wrong
maybe A. is not warmed up Stevens
without the sex appeal
maybe G. is not zeroxed Whitman
without the brains
maybe C. is not regurgitated Williams
without the complexity
maybe all the schools and creeds which I've
tried to keep in abeyance are not
gangs and bully bureaucrats
but decent wise folk
with the bright future
of American poetry
upmost in their
brilliant minds
and
maybe I don't shake it
better than
but you know what I think I can
In the city
of cats
and bars
and hair salons
and stunted possibilities
there is also
on the other side of the river rules
"I hate those sons of bitches"
my mom says
"but those sons of bitches win"
I say
"what do they win"
my dad says
"looks at us. we win."
possibility is an honest thing
only honesty can really get stunted
and I play by
on the other side of the river rules
I am a full-grown tree
majestic even with a few broken branches
and maybe I am wrong
but who's gonna tell me
a.
g.
c.
maybe they're right
but they're not impartial
the only body that can tell me I'm wrong
is me
and I can do it
day after day after day
but that would be
boring.
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Another Another Short Poem
06.Apr.08, 02:45 EDT
Old people
are just
young people
beaten up
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I Always Win
30.Mar.08, 06:47 EDT
Like a weird lament
my garbageman muse
banged his can
farted across a hard wind
this cute phrase:
"I always win."
"I always win."
They come, they go
so lost completely
don't know lost
completely
gone
beaten up
tagging their wail behind 'em
why, why, I say
this senseless slaughter
must it, can't it crease
knee, knee
I am the gunfighter
but the movie will never finish
no lesson I learn do I
no youngster takes a poke
and wings me as I foolishly let him
to proof my humanity
I am a killing machine
Personnel Managers are afraid of me
Fast Food Franchise owners quake at my name
wasps get red in the face and buzz through
their deodorant and suit
they sweat
yes, it is on my record
I make wasps perspire
but but they keep coming
lining up I'LL TAKE HIM ON
tough, eh, ha, I ah, I ah
never knew I was a fly
the swatter in my hand drips their remains of green carcass
I AM AMAZING
Thomas Mann was amazing
in his death
the sad guilty tuberculoses of his character
I always win
James Joyce poeted out
I always win
John Steinbeck said it right
I always win
William Carlos Williams
knew it quaint
I always win
Walt Whitman said it clearest
"look at me scoundrels of structure
without sex you are empty bags
hatred as weak as land is strong
remember the words looping in the wind
I ALWAYS WIN.
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N.D.E.
16.Mar.08, 01:22 EDT
N.D.E.
(on the edge of the forest)
I’m near death
I am a near death experience
death is so near
I can taste it
and what does it taste like?
CHICKEN
the guy on the plane, “R”
there is always (fill in:
the blank on the plane)
said the original US
usta live
on the edge of the forest
so
when we’re there
now
on the edge of the forest
we feel somethinc
kinda creepy
I
feel
somethinc
kinda
creepy
talkin’ to the guy on the plane
he has a long long beard
and an engineer’s slow low talk
he’s a good guy
I like him
I forget
why
he told me
we usta live
on the edge of the forest
and how he knew
and why
it mattered
‘cept so
when we’re there
now
on the edge of the forest
we feel somethinc
kinda creepy
like I
feel
somethinc
kinda
creepy
talkin’ to the guy on the plane
he has
small bits of food
in his long long beard
and works in
quality
assurance
I could’ve told him:
girls lie to themselves
boys lie to other people
and the astronauts invented the sexual revolution
and how I knew
and why it mattered
(they couldn’t fuck each other
the army’s against homosexuality
and all that media attention
so they devised an idealized earth land
of sex freely happening
plus of course, Tang)
but I didn’t
one foot in
one foot out
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Slackerhell
02.Mar.08, 01:10 EST
Slackerhell
*note this is an old poem, not about current young people who are completely different
The oldest young people ever
don't just keep teeth in a glass
in a saved deposit box
Deliberate 'bout everything
make sure to think
before tying your shoe
So certain 'bout uncertainty
so courageous being afraid
elaborate sand castles hosed down
No, not talkin' 'bout all of you
do ya havetabe so literal
probably not any of you
Just a general cultural
thing of inertia
frighteningly active
I know what you're thinkin'
cause it's basically what you're always thinkin'
Who the hell do ya think you are
Who the hell do ya think you are
I said it again for emphasis
please don't be scared
Who the hell do I think I am
somebody who thinks
they un
somebody's
brother and sister
yours -- you lynched-key children
I love you
I said it because I do
please don't be scared
you 'n me
both have to watch out for
boomer tank strollers
hey, swatch out
maybe we could warn each other
not comment ironically afterwards
I know the only thing
you believe are press releases
'cause they're not telling the truth
but a poem
should not be titled
For Immediate Release
I'm sorry
I used the word should
please don't be scared
there is more
than the less
you've seen
don't take it from me
don't take it from anyone
give it back
give it back
give back everything you were given
get on the take
the taking back
of everything that was taken
steal your processions
it'll take planning
there'll be risk (not the game)
surprise! chance is a sure thing
a true youth
dice with real dots
the unFixed life
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Trial by ice
16.Feb.08, 22:51 EST
Trial by ice
The not-breathing
are not the only ones
not breathing
I know this is obvious
so is not walking under a falling anvil
(what is an anvil?)
if you saw someone about to walk
under a falling anvil
would you say
"hey, don't walk under a falling anvil"
or would you not say it
cause you didn't want to be obvious
cliches are skunk farts
bum
bard of the "of course" curse
ed
by the too far-in garage
the sins of the apparent
bored into the chilly
if I'm not not
repeating myself
I don't think I've used
the obvious badly
smoke from a fire
does cause me
to think "fire"
is it o.k.
to yell "fire"
at a fire
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blanks
10.Feb.08, 08:00 EST
blanks
I have felt nothing
I felt something
I have felt the curve of air
not known as wind
but as the absence of the end
it is not the beginning
it is somewhere in between
the beginning and the end
but it is not the middle
to be distinct is to be placed
perfectly
perfectly in a haze
where shadows creep
you are behind them
casting light on blank walls
blank on blank
how can you find this high place
and not find it low
how can you evacuate
and not also be leaving
well
enough
alone
all disappointment
is disappointment with self
but self is an elf
tricky dicky prickly sickly
unsure of its truth
it is a liar
without regard
without regard
without regard
it lies in wait
for something false to eat
and mounches happily
panda with bamboo
boo!
I want to tell the truth
booooooooooooooooooooo
it is so outrageous
so young
so silly
so without regard
for self
ish reason
ish
What I need is an angry dog
it will reside inside me
the way the dreams of parents
for their children do
until the starlight
drowns in the dark water
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