Simple, subdued, the flakes
Are lowered like marionettes
On slow strings
Making their peace with
Puddling spring
One man told me
He’d seen four seasons
In a single day
I thought
I have seen the passing seasons
In the face of a man
He strums his song like a gem
Losing flames of copper
His touch is tender
As I've never seen it
So I submit, I am fragile
As I hate to be
I’m on some couch
Turning internally and
Fleeing like a gypsy
My function is yet unknown
The critic cannot understand
The love of the artist
Pretense Receding
When you call you inquire, opportunistically
What can be found in a heart this flummoxed?
There was another without wings,
Dancing on the right side, and
A subsequent nothing
A green eye and the other kind
After all, it won’t take long
For motorcars, a puppet on a string
To follow through, and so sweetly
The tragedy is that I cannot believe
In a calculation waiting to fade,
A broken bicycle for two, on your line
I am contrary, out of my mind
Get the saddest part, for the
Sake of the ending
I cannot afford the course behind the sky
I am sometimes downy, but the
Acceptable kiss was not of the heart
We do not swim but parachute
Recognizing useless degrees
I learned to taste the dew
Keen as eagles remembering
Our changes, and everything is alright
Baby, I’m a vixen who never could
Control love in the midst of feathers
This river’s course is fog-ridden
Your face painted in smoke
The rain tastes like it is leaving
17 April 2009
This is a found poem composed of lyrics from:
"Let It Die" (Feist)
"Junk" (Paul McCartney)
"Black Rain" (Ben Harper)
"You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome" (Bob Dylan)
"Ten Years Gone" (Led Zeppelin)
What can be found in a heart this flummoxed?
There was another without wings,
Dancing on the right side, and
A subsequent nothing
A green eye and the other kind
After all, it won’t take long
For motorcars, a puppet on a string
To follow through, and so sweetly
The tragedy is that I cannot believe
In a calculation waiting to fade,
A broken bicycle for two, on your line
I am contrary, out of my mind
Get the saddest part, for the
Sake of the ending
I cannot afford the course behind the sky
I am sometimes downy, but the
Acceptable kiss was not of the heart
We do not swim but parachute
Recognizing useless degrees
I learned to taste the dew
Keen as eagles remembering
Our changes, and everything is alright
Baby, I’m a vixen who never could
Control love in the midst of feathers
This river’s course is fog-ridden
Your face painted in smoke
The rain tastes like it is leaving
17 April 2009
This is a found poem composed of lyrics from:
"Let It Die" (Feist)
"Junk" (Paul McCartney)
"Black Rain" (Ben Harper)
"You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome" (Bob Dylan)
"Ten Years Gone" (Led Zeppelin)
Haul
I am a lens convex, sheepish
And waning, unable to magnify
A fucking thing
This is the daily norm
To call this I testify
Calling across five story skies
And lopping off shade
She has jittery knees
And blue teeth
And eyes that close when horizontal
I’m not intentionally perverse
My surroundings have
Cultivated a certain lack
Of agreeability, if
In your hand-blown wisdom
Such a tenet could exist
Boiling in inferiority
And doing things that are real
But I rub lids that are aging
In a formative state even so
After work, I leave the city
Behind me in the dark
With pistons firing, guzzling gas
A wind of velocity
Noisily surrounding me
In my husk, I screech
Tunnel-bound, in the absence
Of light, disturbingly attached
To articulation- this in stereo
And also yours
I spike my tea
At the crest most supreme
And am no longer unaided.
7 April 2009
And waning, unable to magnify
A fucking thing
This is the daily norm
To call this I testify
Calling across five story skies
And lopping off shade
She has jittery knees
And blue teeth
And eyes that close when horizontal
I’m not intentionally perverse
My surroundings have
Cultivated a certain lack
Of agreeability, if
In your hand-blown wisdom
Such a tenet could exist
Boiling in inferiority
And doing things that are real
But I rub lids that are aging
In a formative state even so
After work, I leave the city
Behind me in the dark
With pistons firing, guzzling gas
A wind of velocity
Noisily surrounding me
In my husk, I screech
Tunnel-bound, in the absence
Of light, disturbingly attached
To articulation- this in stereo
And also yours
I spike my tea
At the crest most supreme
And am no longer unaided.
7 April 2009
Historically Viable
I’m often alone, choosy
Carefree, searching for
Impossible parking
Just to be seen
To get frisky, at
High altitude, with a
Goblet of red, we recount
Sordid episodes in pride
After an out-of-date
Side yard jaunt, we aimed
To drive, freebased and
Puckering on cue
In my storeroom with
Cubicle for milkman’s delivery
Or out on the concrete stoop with
Dysfunctional door
Where rude women
Loosened by inexperience
Walk by and gawk at you
The unlikely root of me
On set, cameras are rolling
Lines mostly memorized
Under duress and uphill
Leaking from the short term
By week’s end
But your words stuck
Regurgitated by rote
Accompanied by a sense-
We thunder and grunt at
Our most characteristic
I am learning the nature of time is
Not linear but cyclical
4 April 2009
Carefree, searching for
Impossible parking
Just to be seen
To get frisky, at
High altitude, with a
Goblet of red, we recount
Sordid episodes in pride
After an out-of-date
Side yard jaunt, we aimed
To drive, freebased and
Puckering on cue
In my storeroom with
Cubicle for milkman’s delivery
Or out on the concrete stoop with
Dysfunctional door
Where rude women
Loosened by inexperience
Walk by and gawk at you
The unlikely root of me
On set, cameras are rolling
Lines mostly memorized
Under duress and uphill
Leaking from the short term
By week’s end
But your words stuck
Regurgitated by rote
Accompanied by a sense-
We thunder and grunt at
Our most characteristic
I am learning the nature of time is
Not linear but cyclical
4 April 2009
Hear, Feeble Ear
This morning I was christened by snowflakes that flew
Crazed, across antipathy, shrieking and lewd
Towards a goal, painted yellow, yet never erected
I seek, but futile words are proving defective
In sleet and in worry, poured out and molded,
He beats like a drum, for his conduct is scolded
By internalized structure, borne of his mother
She subsists, yet he knows not one shoe from the other
In minuscule storeroom he hides his delight,
His source of consolation and unfounded fright
In the brawl for his freedom, he has forged cuffs anew
He is locked down and gawked at in his own zoo
To overlook solutions, that’s the heart of the beast
Tragic, but intentional- not in the least
Constructing towers of sand, just to be sure
But there is a delay; I’m caught in the lure
In genuine form, agents unearth the facts
A revelation on parchment and written in wax
Sedated, blood red, like flesh of a fruit
Dilated our eyes, bodies to follow suit
In infant glow, wavering beacon of light
You are coldly acknowledged in the heat of my fight
I am appreciative, and although you do wander,
Of such serpentine aura I shall grow fonder
These notes coil and scuttle, no matter the speed
Validation through words and her power to lead
I am ironing curtains, beginning to cry,
Learning to dispense with each reason and why
Tender the pads of long fingers on keys
Starting tomorrow, I’m bending my knees
1 April 2009
Crazed, across antipathy, shrieking and lewd
Towards a goal, painted yellow, yet never erected
I seek, but futile words are proving defective
In sleet and in worry, poured out and molded,
He beats like a drum, for his conduct is scolded
By internalized structure, borne of his mother
She subsists, yet he knows not one shoe from the other
In minuscule storeroom he hides his delight,
His source of consolation and unfounded fright
In the brawl for his freedom, he has forged cuffs anew
He is locked down and gawked at in his own zoo
To overlook solutions, that’s the heart of the beast
Tragic, but intentional- not in the least
Constructing towers of sand, just to be sure
But there is a delay; I’m caught in the lure
In genuine form, agents unearth the facts
A revelation on parchment and written in wax
Sedated, blood red, like flesh of a fruit
Dilated our eyes, bodies to follow suit
In infant glow, wavering beacon of light
You are coldly acknowledged in the heat of my fight
I am appreciative, and although you do wander,
Of such serpentine aura I shall grow fonder
These notes coil and scuttle, no matter the speed
Validation through words and her power to lead
I am ironing curtains, beginning to cry,
Learning to dispense with each reason and why
Tender the pads of long fingers on keys
Starting tomorrow, I’m bending my knees
1 April 2009
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