SINCERE
Many people report
feeling especially sincere
after having been hit
in the head with a hammer.
Others report nothing at
all for reasons the research
into this matter understands
(if not perfectly) at least well
enough for purposes of
publication. Do not hit
yourself in the head with
a hammer unless
instructed to do so
by someone who loves you.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
RAISON D'ETRE
On a sunny day in the nineteenth century someone had rosy cheeks. I mention this because, if I didn't, it might never get mentioned. If's a perfect example, I feel, of what couldn't possibly matter unless absolutely everything did.
ARS POETICA
Half-crazy clocks and
defrocked priests flock
together in a manner
not unlike that employed
by feathers in response
to winter's white weather.
(Whether they should
of not's another matter.)
If you know what I
mean, you shouldn't,
given the nature of
my frequently
methodless method of
scarcely knowing myself.
Half-crazy clocks and
defrocked priests flock
together in a manner
not unlike that employed
by feathers in response
to winter's white weather.
(Whether they should
of not's another matter.)
If you know what I
mean, you shouldn't,
given the nature of
my frequently
methodless method of
scarcely knowing myself.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
LANGUAGE POETRY
A word-mechanic who lives next door whistles while he works. He works at night while everyone else is sleeping. He's not too loud, though unduly proud of the words he cranks out nightly. Words like "monkey-wrench", "valve", "shit", and, oh yeah, "crankcase".
EDEN REVISITED
The distance between
wanting and getting
was narrowed after
careful consultation with
some people in hell who
wanted ice-water. We
gave them popsicles
that melted in their
mouths like communion
wafers. Things went
smoothly after that.
We marched through the
orchard, plucking whatever
we wanted from the trees.
The distance between
wanting and getting
was narrowed after
careful consultation with
some people in hell who
wanted ice-water. We
gave them popsicles
that melted in their
mouths like communion
wafers. Things went
smoothly after that.
We marched through the
orchard, plucking whatever
we wanted from the trees.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
ROMANTICISM AND ITS CURE
Dining alone on love's uneaten bread, I held her hand beneath a fan as heather pressed its scent into our pages. Oh, Cathy, get your ass in here so we can get it on again!
HOPE
Imprisonment impregnates
many with an inability
to conceive of either
the possible or the
impossible. I'm trying
very hard not to shoot
anyone. (The fact
I have no gun helps
immeasurably.) I recommend
surrender to those unable
to believe in time for
April. Help is on the
way in the form of an outside
chance disguised as a dove.
Imprisonment impregnates
many with an inability
to conceive of either
the possible or the
impossible. I'm trying
very hard not to shoot
anyone. (The fact
I have no gun helps
immeasurably.) I recommend
surrender to those unable
to believe in time for
April. Help is on the
way in the form of an outside
chance disguised as a dove.
Friday, February 11, 2011
JUST IN TIME
People warn me never to use "I" (or "eye") in a poem. Then they say something clever like "see how it fusses under the pheasant". I think they're afraid I'll "confess" something, or otherwise collide with a metaphor for meaning. I do my best to read and appreciate their poems, but usually fall asleep just in time.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
THE RUB
Unsightly problem areas have begun cropping up on the Mystical Body of Christ. If it were possible to blame it all on the Jesuits or Pope, we would. But where would that leave us it even one woodchuck could chuck wood? No woodchuck can, of course, and there's the rub that rubs the other rub.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
INERTIA
I'm apt to stay where I am unless necessity nudges me from the spot. I'm as at home in my body as any homebody's apt to be. See you later if later's where I am. Otherwise, I'll see you sooner than never unless I absolutely have to.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
EYELIDS
Gunfire aimed at erasing
this afternoon's beggars
from the mirror
seems to have done
the trick. Nothing
worth ignoring has
turned up in any of
the subsequent reflections.
Warning shots warn,
of course. Second
opinions confuse what
seemed uncommonly clear.
We'll know more in the
morning when the eyelids lift.
Gunfire aimed at erasing
this afternoon's beggars
from the mirror
seems to have done
the trick. Nothing
worth ignoring has
turned up in any of
the subsequent reflections.
Warning shots warn,
of course. Second
opinions confuse what
seemed uncommonly clear.
We'll know more in the
morning when the eyelids lift.
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