Sunday, February 14, 2010
to life and its death
by a parthenon: glassed city
populus' fluid ages
stooped and gated
in a paroxysm bewildered
growing older people infinitely unaging
against the singlular bonds of this one earthly form
to shuffle, crowd, speak
wave to myself
among those small doors, people
spotted by a curb crossing
a green slab between blocked apartments
fixture of a world
constructed--the rain falls, and the walls remain
things change and are unchanged
my own face over and over generations
fortunate to find
everything, the dead end
losing its solidity when we apply it to ourselves
it is distant--
.................distance of blasted roads,
carved out concave construction
bowl of the bored-into city
in which I, androgynous, seek
to exist on a Saturday afternoon
during a pre-holiday shopping spree
what brand glows bright
can I distinguish?
my own madness of living
in the many, hoped,
...........................hoping is estranged
as the self from the roped self
strung up the verge of
the executioner's block he is
me the axe in hand a second
living past the other
me on the block ended
we do not go on
the seasons seeded influx I exhale
toward this and this one me is only
Friday, February 12, 2010
Expertisers now say that the carbonical pricefulness
in coming monthlyalities will dependentate mostly
on whether coalescent–dependentative industrialistical
nationalities like the Unificated Estatements and Australiania
will doubledoublefy their effortances to introducturate
similarital systematics. Remainstay tunellated.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
amongst scavenged porn, fly-tipped on building sites.
It was a knotted Durex, slowly burnishing to gold
that we knew how to locate, on which branch.
And when we hunkered on his bed with the monoplayer on
it was the irreconcilable void between the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive"
and "The Great Rock and Roll Swindle" with its dead fawn.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Remember M*A*S*H and TV dinners?
Sat-night-Dad post Lawrence Welk driving us half-asleep
in the brown van to pick up Mom from Mercy Hospital.
I liked to go inside to watch cell samples spin in centrifuges.
I liked the warm applesauce under tin foil, peeling it back,
or bread rising, kneaded, rising again as we sang
“I am sixteen going on seventeen”, 6 and out of tune.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
It’s a Set-Up, Gena Rowlands
Don’t let the men in these
movies ***** push ** push ***** push you around
Scream at you
Because you wear sunglasses.
Wake up because it's night.
She thinks it's funny to eat ice cream
in an ice cream parlor at 2:30 in the morning. That’s all.
(After watching Minnie and Moskowitz)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
my hippy mother's rainbow-tie-dyed friends in communal bellbottoms, cinematic Hair, long long long inhaled conversations re. digging latrines, Buckminster Fuller
putting the YES back into Polyester. but who was Idi Amin, i thought 'Idiot Amen' (he was a despot so it made sense.) Kool-Aid politics and Hamburger Helper at home
with Sonny & Cher vs Donny & Marie face-off in kindergarten.