Saturday, June 20, 2020

Michael Smith - Disarray (Pantoum)

1
In disarray -- dancing with just one hip
I dragged her into imagination,
letting her small mouth catch all of the breaths
I wanted to self'ly steal for my own

2
I dragged her into imagination,
But fell asleep Inside of her instead.
I wanted to self'ly steal for my own,
tripping in the valley of my armpit,

3
But fell asleep Inside of her instead.
She makes the sound the sun makes when it sets,
tripping in the valley of my armpit,
While the earth digs in its heels. I saw her,

4
She makes the sound the sun makes when it sets,
letting her small mouth catch all of the breaths
While the earth digs in its heels. I saw her,
In disarray -- dancing with just one hip

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Mark Young - Six Prose Pieces

1 The handsomest man in Washington society was also a serial adulterer
Remarkably, researchers believe the cliques are formed for social reasons rather than for supplies of coal, are largely controlled by the government, have not been enough to meet the focus on reducing overheads, operating costs & non-essential expenditures. A perfect tragedy should, as we have seen, be arranged not on the simple but on the complex plan. To arm increasing miles, non-spongers, & associates of the solar powder & excite pity & fear, this being the distinctive mark of tragic imitation. Plants overhead were the downfall of the utter villain whose misfortune is brought about not by vice or depravity but who exhibits several ties of kinship or friendship with inhuman (sub)cultures said to be better at maintaining alliances & infrastructure, including almost all those tool-using dolphins who prefer others like themselves, strongly suggesting that sponge grids included excessive demands placed from certain regions, due in part to the arm preferentially associating with others who share its subculture & who can then sieve more mega-projects until economic outlooks improve the samples & deliver critical role fine powder to instruments inside the rover for a thorough analysis. Like humans who generate more electricity, tool-use relying on more coal is a cultural behaviour, further centralizing the embarrassing reminder of a nation’s energy infrastructure. It was not art, but happy chance, that led the poets in search of subjects to impress the tragic quality upon their plots. It was proposed only a day after another change of fortune & a major power failure that the event, therefore, will be neither pitiful nor a terrible consequence of similarity but a socially learned trait, a scenario that resonates with human culture. They said. “Spongers were more cliquish, had more sponger associates & stronger bonds with generators as well as yawning power shortages & an absence of governmental action." Some 300 million people have no access to relative cost curves at all, & 300 million more have only sporadic recourse to those houses whose history contains perfect incidents according to the moving rules of art. Nothing can be more alien to the spirit of coalition government.


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2 Asylum seekers question offshore threat
Know this, America. Our problems can be solved. Our challenges can be met. The path we offer may be harder, but it leads to a better place. His earlier lecture was a compelling plea in favour of legalizing gay marriage; on Wednesday he addressed the issues of truth, trust & the general degradation of our politics. After that, they staged an orgy in a public place. Of course, people are allowed to do whatever they want to do, as long as it’s legal, but this kind of conduct in a public place should not go unnoticed by the manufacturing, energy, education, & national security authorities. I’m asking you to upload all the time. Makers of consumer electronics are refreshing their products for the holiday shopping season, a real, achievable plan that will lead to new jobs, more opportunity, & rebuild this economy on a stronger foundation. I’m asking you to choose that future. While he declined to say what the cause was or in which room the fire had begun, he said rumors there had been a drug lab present in the building were untrue.

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3 A Coptic Christian school in Frankston North has gone into administration
Police confirmed that when they arrived a man was found suffering from a lack of consumer & business confidence in global governments. A number of gunshot wounds were also discovered by MPs who were concerned a no vote at the UN would offend Middle East & Muslim communities on the fragile front lawns of their properties. This has proven that ineffective policy responses were set up in the southwest for the purpose of a large negative shock that could bring the US & global economy into recession. A law-enforcement agency called the Industrial Police has been specifically assigned to deal with unrest on fiscal cliffs & upbeat party room speech factories.

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4 US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton named next Archbishop of Canterbury
Right-wingers don't like her because industrial production, fixed-asset investment, retail sales, electricity generation, & the beauty of the Islamic faith all strengthened more than expected last month. Police said she is a bleeding heart, with her ruminations about households in the middle quintile of taxpayers & her advocacy of renewable energy for Salvation Army shelters. Disembarking at Sydney's Kings Cross, she formed a transitional government for rebel-held areas, & will presumably serve as a conduit for inquiries on foreign aid to the opposition, & a torrent of loans to state-owned homeless men.





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5 The campaign started in mid-October
Some states have released the affiliation of early voters, giving The Greens an edge in Florida, Iowa, Nevada, North Carolina & Ohio, while the municipal fire department is favoured in Colorado. Activist videos posted online claim to show couples laughing & joking as they are draped in garlands of orchids by a bare-breasted 15-year-old girl who wears only a grass skirt & body paint. "She’s had involvement with police over a number of years & does have a few questionable associates." The videos appear genuine & are consistent with other reporting in the area.

A rebel vehicle fires rockets to check & remove risks at the central government compound & venues that will serve the congress, as well as hotels, hospitals, schools, markets, stores, cinemas, clubs & Internet cafes. Sanitation workers also canvassed the party's core policies towards the stock price, the environment, Indigenous recognition, the trashing of the brand, & same-sex marriage.



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6 Paris landed a role in the upcoming film Lundon's Bridge
He now came to a road branching in four directions, and immediately he was committed and that the majority of these stories reveal very limited material of the strange figure that uttered it, and when the fire damaged the torpedo room and command area from both figure and language at once guessed those passages he had read of in his books reminded of those cross-roads where knights-errant used to stop to consider which overhaul inside the As War is nothing else but a mutual process of destruction. Then the most natural road they should take. In imitation of them he halted for a while, and after having deeply first only as necessary loss, like the shavings from a carpenter's plane. Still, however, considered it, he gave Lord Justice Brian Leveson his head, submitting his own will to that of his hack, who followed out his first intention, which was to make straight for his own stable. the thing cannot be settled so easily. After he had gone about two miles he caught up with criminal charges against an unspecified number of people in the answer in conception, and perhaps also in reality, appears to be that all the powers of traders, There were six of them coming along each party unite in one great volume and all results in one great shock of these under their sunshades, with four servants mounted, and three muleteers on foot. "Our assessment is that there are reasonable grounds to suspect offenses have been on their way to buy silk at Murcia." Scarcely had Don Quixote descried them when the fancy possessed him that this must be some government inquiry into media misbehaviour set up in the wake of the scandal new adventure; and to help him to imitate as far as he could, here seemed to come one made on purpose, which he resolved to attempt. So with a lofty bearing and determination he fixed investigation. forward compartment.himself firmly in his stirrups, got his lance ready, brought his buckler before his breast, and planting himself in the middle of this confession that was demanded of them, and one of them, who was rather fond of The Miami was in dry dock at Portsmouth Naval Shipyard in the road, stood waiting without any pressure we will confess the truth that is on your part Separately, the Maine for an perceived a large party of people, who, as afterwards appeared, were approach of these knights-errant, for such he now that we should adhere to it and should on that account look upon small combats at considered and held them to be; and when genuine public interest," Akers, who is leading—they had come near enough to see and hear—exclaimed with a haughty gesture, "All the world stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is no maiden required of us fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso." It took more than 12 hours to extinguish. The traders halted at the sound of this language and the sight of the craze of their owner; they wished, however, to learn quietly what was the object of a joke and was very sharp-witted, said to him, "Sir Knight, we do not know who this good lady is that you speak of; show her to us, for, if she be of such beauty as you suggest, with all our hearts and prosecutors said they will announce Tuesday (local time) whether to levy Kittery, some Toledo masses. There is certainly much truth in this idea, and it seems to be very advisable.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Howie Good - What Makes the Dark So Dark

You didn’t look like you anymore. I wasn’t there even when I was. We were living a life of shadows, of echoes, and with some particles capable of switching between the two. “Hey,” the train conductor said, “you all right?” I was like yes, yes, yes, I want to do this. Out the window, I saw these arched backs, these women working side by side in the fields, and then an old barn sagging under the blood and gold of sundown.


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We’re living in very unusual times, and more than a few women read true crime books about serial killers just to gather survival tips. “OK,” they silently remind themselves, “I don’t get into the Volkswagen.” Some know what a knuckle duster is. Some were named after characters in now-defunct soap operas. Some, as a joke, take selfies in the spotted mirrors of public restrooms. Some are depressed on Sundays. You want to find out if this is in you. I’m no psychologist, or any other kind of -ologist, but, before you go to bed at night, look at the darkness.


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I’ve given up trying to translate bird language into English. Nothing can persuade the crows in particular to speak clearer, whether they’re confessing petty crimes, or bragging, or retelling jokes. Everything about this might be more bearable if the dark wasn’t so dark. When I strike a match, a confusing mist surrounds the flame. At times I resolve to become like the drunks who, sufficiently enraged, can just shrug off the effects of being tasered. Other times what interests me isn’t success, but love, how the next person adds onto it without knowing all its nimble and sinister tricks.

Friday, May 1, 2020

J. D. Nelson - Seven Poems

1. today is my birthday


birthday grapes and grape flavor
the language of the birthday foot


birthday gorilla
birthday griffin


birthday eye
and the language of the higher world


birthday plank and birthday plunk


birthday cat looking


birthday jack of hearts is a smeech of woo


birthday cake
to answer the phone


we see the birthday clouds


the birthday big breakfast deal is what I am going for
birthday breakfast burrito
to jaw at earth all night when we breakfast the burrito jams


birthday bonus and a big bag of fries


birthday bats and batman


birthday box of potatoes
way out in arizona earth


birthday burd in on the sky scene
up there for long and wide smiles on his face for all to see
rest assured, birthday burd


birthday brain is all over the day with thank yous and thank you


birthday bag of bugs
birthday bison


birthday bones in a bag


birthday bop is hard and soft like rain



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2. poetry writing once there is a plum in the binding


the people demanded a new color for the palette
this is the ghost red of the famous blues
one third of the buildings are ghost red now


something growls at the sun as the numbers are flashing


beetle tracks
the outer space clouds


the plaidness of the duck will be on display
a serious foam


earth is a cuddly egg
earth is the tragic image of the surfing cow or crow


why is a burd in a box when we have the sky



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3. release the parrots


this is the ticky typing of writing a new poem
in a time when there are no denim hand gloves


that parched star is an old fixture
can you hear the sun with your mind


you know earth as the wet planet but no more
all of the water evaporated and we are here live with the heat


the plumber with emotional socks
not in a sky lock because of the verisimilitude


the union of onion burds
the unabashed specialists



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4. the clean galaxy is the westernmost point of the starfish cavalcade


it’s a lot better than the old planet
do you remember
it was dark and smoky and the water tasted like metal


is that the new earth in the telescope
the synonym of the sphered phrase now


when I am speaking of the sun I will wear this green headdress
to control the world using nakedness


leonard the speed phrase now
power’s on at the rec center this morning


evidence of pie
that last feeling was a cloud passing over
it will be gone in a few seconds


at the convenience store they sell bait and cookies
the latest of the noon bugs to be excavated by the anthropologists



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5. a rooster in the dark


monsters like milk and they drink lots of it
here is a glass would you like to try it


maybe you’re a monster like me
because of the finite mathematics


eat the brain in the jar in a relaxed fur gravy
burd money is on top of the stove


one of the laser rays is out of phase
listening to the astronomical ghosts of the space trip


you need to see the sunshine soon
the start of the water where it really gets wet


earth rips it to the gap in left
I have it here in the back where it is cool



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6. starfire deluge


first day of spring today


plugged into the grid of vowel sounds
& we see in the dark don’t we


cluck huh was one up
to name a denver day


positive boxing & so long to the coxwells
approximately now a nova



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7. populace and population


in the telescope tomorrow is a world of hope
the last roscoe feather for telling a pear to shed its skin


to make certain that the words are in this order
fathom of knock the counter shire with ammonia balloons


the spiral burd of corking the normal holes in the ground
ebbing and flowing with the lasers and the outlaw earth


can’t stop typing with the poetry machine
carbon fractions
named for the founder of the fish restaurant


when nothing becomes the numb
the number and the numbest


a fish in the blue sky
that ghost word of the poem

Sunday, April 19, 2020

RIP Peter Ganick


Rest in Peace Peter Ganick 

He was a friend and a mentor. 

You can read some of his works featured on this blog on this tag.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Jim Leftwich - two poems

1. Fragile ecologies underfoot
giFts my prOXy bOtaNicaL
miRrOrfest
uNder sPidEr-MeRCury
unDEr tHe heLiOphYsical
asHTRay beHaviOral sOLar
haMmerHead fisHing
in fuRry tRipLicate




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2. A sort of piano or pumice
quaNTum EyedRips
nO jOkE uNdEr nOt
a jOke joKEr JoKing
siLence fOaming mY
guests gUesses My
metHOds aRe cOnCave
prOtein witHOut
iTs AnciEnt Sea

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Tom McDade - Two Poems

1. A Shock of Oil and Color

Framed here as naked as Godiva is a damsel, 
crotch welded in imminent climax and firm 
breasts like pleasant spurs; face full of ecstasy, 
her steed assigned the frenzied role. 
How closely allied are ecstasy and frenzy? 
That stud is the shade of the purest chocolate 
and this rider might be planning a way to slip 
under him to enjoy his sweet thrusts 
with hope of birthing a female satyr. 
` She’s fair-skinned and her long, blazing hair mimics 
his shaggy mane.  What is with this flying equine, 
eye crazed and froth spilling from his mouth? 
No chance we have a filly or mare, sheath quite 
visible. Is he reacting to the weight of this
Rubenesque beauty? Wait a minute – 
that belly. Has he done the deed? Is he attempting 
to flee? My God, his front legs are like those 
on a monster film horsefly. Away from this shock
of oil and color: what fantasies, what rolls 
in the hay, what nightmares.

Thomas M. McDade


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2. Merc Park 

If I am dreamed but once, I have access to memories. 
I slip through 
delicate seams, 
make myself handsome 
forget this lifetime 
of cuteness. 
I fell from the castle 
and lived 
when Sinatra still knew 
all the lyrics 
to “Funny Valentine.” 
I drank Thunderbird 
with a madman 
sporting razor hooks 
for hands. 
The bikers fear him! 
I hotwire a Merc, dull grey, lowered, louvered 
4 on the floor skirts 
hellfire decals everywhere hubcaps silver moons 
a plaque dangling off the rear tag 
inscribed 
“LOVE DON’T CARE” 
that sparks the road 
when the clutch goes pop! 
There is a suicide knob 
where a beautiful woman lives. 
The thought of her launches duck-tailed knights 
into frenzied dances on high voltage wires. 
Suddenly she appears in a holy light 
filtered through lenses of Budweiser glass. 
She is a saint lighting candles on the hood 
with spaghetti sticks 
for the IRA dead, 
a runt calico kitten 
hisses from her shoulder. 
We ride to Twila’s 
trendy tattoo salon. Bells of Ireland 
drawn on our necks. She says she cares 
and grips my arm strong as Jack Daniels. 
Sparks trail the Merc like fireflies or passion 
reminders 
of beaches, graveyard grass. 
And wouldn’t the Druids book 
us passage on a hot air balloon 
across the Irish Sea?  Take us to a castle 
where her blood 
will find good pace 
and if there is no chair or bed 
the stone floor will soften 
like the headstones of soldiers 
and writers under prayer. 
I stare into her eyes as if they were crystal 
hanging from the rear view in a New Age van 
and incense seeps through 
the floorboards like an  
aroma of Kent cigarette. 
The radio crooner sings of a dame, 
a tall drink of Ballantine 
slick as Tru-Ade Grape. 
Then Father Knickerbocker interrupts 
with a sermon says it’s okay for cripples to ride 
boxcars and play harmonicas 
to the wind blowing 
through their braces like hymns. 
He adds that all distillery profits 
should benefit the homeless. 
Hooker shows up to carve our initials 
in a tree spelling 
“In dreams find memory.” 
He claims he can croon 
“Valentine” straight through, prosthesis for a microphone, 
but the melody would ring rather false 
with classic beauty around. 
He pulls a Polaroid 
from under a passing swan’s wing. 
Snapping her picture 
a hundred times, 
she does not protest 
but allows just profile. 
I watch her develop 
for hours 
silent as a hex bolt 
as she became each time 
shiny and crispy. 
We feed the loons 
trail mix and bagels until she disappears. 
The photos are nothing but unpublished poems 
with names of Triple Crown winners for titles. 
My belles of Ireland cause rashes. 
The Merc turns into a picnic table where the madman 
crosses his metallics  and she returns 
in a silver sedan. 
Surely what’s spoken 
in tongues through a Buick window 
is grand – 
goes without saying. 

Thomas M. McDade