Friday, May 07, 2004
a cough recorded in introduction to a song
inflight, spill my newspaper clippings
earphones screeching banshees actually inside my ears, whoa this modern age
for another $10 please divert your attention from the window view
midwest patchwork zoom out to midwest mosaic, scored crosswise, scribbled with rivers and shredded with giant claws, stomped by giant boots, pull away from flayed brown earth
to drink service
pancake or omlette
pancake or omlette
pancake or omlette both served over a bed of red meat, ham and eggs and cheese and
i'll have the pancake, by the biggest flight attendants known to man, healthy anchorage women, white but round-faced
stroll the sky-mall, step into that store, what's it called, where everything's superfluous, i mean superlative: the world's largest crossword puzzle, the first practical video phone, the bluest stereo ever
a spotted earth in echo: cloud and shadow, negative of the other, both against brown square backdrop
oh-oh is all she can say to that: the seat belt sign being permanently on and all the orange juice coming in little cups with foil lids
is there an orange down there somewhere with its skin on, among the flayed brown skin of the earth
can i make the most beautiful crossword puzzle in the world and if it's big enough will it look pretty on my wall
her voice twists rivers through plotted measures and cymbols crash at intervals
people are made of blood and math
so i guess that's where floating neck massagers come in and the pages on which to sell them
climb high enough and the sun shines even though frost forms on the pane
a native girl across the aisle sleeps across three seats through mych of the seven-hour flight to anchorage
at thirtysome-thousand feet from duluth, mn and over canada and the yukon, asleep
morning lightens, the brown below brightens
who knows, if i had a million years and a billion bodies, what kind of beautiful messes i could make. o alternate reality, ultimate egotism, do you have any poets like beck?
little tic tac of houses and roads among pock-marked olive skin, some with muddy water
over juno, past the relentless peaks of canadian mountains to long, jagged fingers of water, some still frozen
mountainsides so smooth and thick with snow you would write on them, pale green transparent rivers give over to immaculate wide roads of snow
dark stubble of evergreen trees creeps up mounds of cocoa-jagged faces asserting themselves over water stretched wide between the peaks, here and there water flows like veins through mud and the sun reflects as one hot yellow ball off its dark surface
and i have seen the part of the earth that makes the whole sky blue
let no one touch so deeply that these waters' depth cannot swallow all trace
inflight, spill my newspaper clippings
earphones screeching banshees actually inside my ears, whoa this modern age
for another $10 please divert your attention from the window view
midwest patchwork zoom out to midwest mosaic, scored crosswise, scribbled with rivers and shredded with giant claws, stomped by giant boots, pull away from flayed brown earth
to drink service
pancake or omlette
pancake or omlette
pancake or omlette both served over a bed of red meat, ham and eggs and cheese and
i'll have the pancake, by the biggest flight attendants known to man, healthy anchorage women, white but round-faced
stroll the sky-mall, step into that store, what's it called, where everything's superfluous, i mean superlative: the world's largest crossword puzzle, the first practical video phone, the bluest stereo ever
a spotted earth in echo: cloud and shadow, negative of the other, both against brown square backdrop
oh-oh is all she can say to that: the seat belt sign being permanently on and all the orange juice coming in little cups with foil lids
is there an orange down there somewhere with its skin on, among the flayed brown skin of the earth
can i make the most beautiful crossword puzzle in the world and if it's big enough will it look pretty on my wall
her voice twists rivers through plotted measures and cymbols crash at intervals
people are made of blood and math
so i guess that's where floating neck massagers come in and the pages on which to sell them
climb high enough and the sun shines even though frost forms on the pane
a native girl across the aisle sleeps across three seats through mych of the seven-hour flight to anchorage
at thirtysome-thousand feet from duluth, mn and over canada and the yukon, asleep
morning lightens, the brown below brightens
who knows, if i had a million years and a billion bodies, what kind of beautiful messes i could make. o alternate reality, ultimate egotism, do you have any poets like beck?
little tic tac of houses and roads among pock-marked olive skin, some with muddy water
over juno, past the relentless peaks of canadian mountains to long, jagged fingers of water, some still frozen
mountainsides so smooth and thick with snow you would write on them, pale green transparent rivers give over to immaculate wide roads of snow
dark stubble of evergreen trees creeps up mounds of cocoa-jagged faces asserting themselves over water stretched wide between the peaks, here and there water flows like veins through mud and the sun reflects as one hot yellow ball off its dark surface
and i have seen the part of the earth that makes the whole sky blue
let no one touch so deeply that these waters' depth cannot swallow all trace
Monday, May 03, 2004
crucifiction
did you hear the one about the guy who was hung like this
we all went up to the church to see him, and to lift the loincloth
ever since that damn painting made him look too real
it was material for an action movie we paid 8 bucks to see
the greatest story ever told was when mary said to her son
the illigitimate heir to a dining room set, son you were a miracle
did you hear the one about the guy who was hung like this
we all went up to the church to see him, and to lift the loincloth
ever since that damn painting made him look too real
it was material for an action movie we paid 8 bucks to see
the greatest story ever told was when mary said to her son
the illigitimate heir to a dining room set, son you were a miracle
- well she had to tell him something
flee market
something worse than insects
has set up shop on roosevelt and canal streets
spend $10 on a pair of shoes
in which to escape this poverty
this embarrassment of trinkets, greasy food, junk metal
gallons of house paint, premixed, all the shades of red and orange
just in time for fall
something worse than insects
has set up shop on roosevelt and canal streets
spend $10 on a pair of shoes
in which to escape this poverty
this embarrassment of trinkets, greasy food, junk metal
gallons of house paint, premixed, all the shades of red and orange
just in time for fall
libros frios
cold books collect
on clark street sidewalk
in cardboard marked permanently
with black toxic ink
covers torn or missing
i scoop out the story of job, a children's with illustrations
and something with a fine hard cover
which i will refill and give away
free books, free the books, a mistranslation
i take as puppies needing homes
and do my best with one or two
i take it also as books that don't care about me
or that i will cut up like cold cuts, cadavers
a paperback filled with diagrams
of printing machines, folds and folios
or books with messages that may thaw
once warmed in my hand
books that sleep outside might do well to turn themselves
into newspapers, something more useful and warm
unless they contain instructions for living in cardboard
in comfort, and tasty recipes for coffee grounds
cold books collect
on clark street sidewalk
in cardboard marked permanently
with black toxic ink
covers torn or missing
i scoop out the story of job, a children's with illustrations
and something with a fine hard cover
which i will refill and give away
free books, free the books, a mistranslation
i take as puppies needing homes
and do my best with one or two
i take it also as books that don't care about me
or that i will cut up like cold cuts, cadavers
a paperback filled with diagrams
of printing machines, folds and folios
or books with messages that may thaw
once warmed in my hand
books that sleep outside might do well to turn themselves
into newspapers, something more useful and warm
unless they contain instructions for living in cardboard
in comfort, and tasty recipes for coffee grounds
