Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Poem 111: careers

In moves which demonstrate
bravery
and imaginative readiness
and a quite evolved sense
Of what is required

My sons today began
Training
One as a butcher
The other as a pugilist

 Surely this
Is a historic day

Surely
It is a time
of accelerated refinements







Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Poem 110: Well that was fast

But you know it was
a lot of pressure being
the great experiment, the
land of the free, etc.,
the shining
city on the hill

I confess it comes as a relief
to be done with all that
to be just another dodgy republic
with well-known dickheads
in charge

it was like a balancing act
that was stressing everybody out
but now it's just another
debris field

with clowns milling about
in the darkness

actually i guess I could really
do without the clowns









Monday, June 5, 2017

Poem 109: memories

Ah the stormy seashore
In June
In the South
!
And the songs of the critters
In the marsh
Their eyes that do glow
In the infra-red
!
The sound of old bottles and frail sea-shells
Crackling underfoot
Whiles  I re-explore these
Moist and moss-hung
Spots
Damn!

It brings to mind many a memory

Many a dirty memory







Sunday, June 4, 2017

Poem 108: Topics

Chupacabron

Civil war buffoon

White Power mudra

A pound of foam




Discuss.








Saturday, June 3, 2017

Poem 107: Space vomit

where does this strange new vomit
come from?
deeper than stomach
deeper than bowels, this vomit comes
from deeper than
the body

it comes from hell
no
it comes from space

as if on purpose
to eat your face











Friday, June 2, 2017

Poem 106: 'Shut Up!'

Listen to my neighbor
working in his garden and yelling at his dog
whenever he barks
my neighbor shouts
either
'It is unnecessary for you to bark!'
or
'Shut up!'

as if  dog could understand
shit
of what my the old man says

dog is probably yelling the same thing at him
in dog

thus I never attempt to speak to you
directly:
to spark such
demented dialogues
is a job for exorcists.






Thursday, June 1, 2017

Poem 105: Shutur eli sharri, First Tablet

Go to Uruk, the enclosure,
      O Enkidu,
where people array themselves in gorgeous festal attire
where each day is a holiday
[badly damaged]
misshapen phenomena
away
[damaged]
overlapping tablets

and passages
many of them objectionable
and these by some strange logic are in Latin
to escape the notice
of degenerates

the shepherds gather around him
the wild cow of the enclosures
narrative spontaneously
erupts
from his
major malfunction

[       ]

but inspect the brickwork
see if the foundation be not of burnt
brick
see if the seven did not
lay this foundation

but in the end
the wild cow of the enclosures
must die

[the compiler rested from his labors]