W I K I P O E S I S
What happened here?
What is this word spit painted on
photonic page / light graffiti’d into
Being
sensical for the sake of
itself, playing with language like
a bad game of scrabble
Ontic
armchair/ philosophers
busy with pronunciations
semicolon placement and words
To think about
telling
wisdom/ prepositions
nouns and “etaphoical”s
displaced letters stumbling around
Like confessionals, time wasting
away
Remember
everyone expresses slowly. Why not
let them? The purple mass is
carved like a
burned tourniquet/ osteostome
Over: post-modernism
what do we say when every bridge
is burned / by ourselves?
Digital
silence like fingers sliced / lambs
I saw a piece of art in a
museum once / a human head
gently placed in one white corner
Roped
in velvet and surrounded
spectators reassuring one another
how beautiful
“the majesty, the simpleness!”
I wondered how much it was worth.
Could it have been a forgery, a heist, a hoax?
Confirmed on urban legend?
Wikipoesis,
You ain’t my thesis. Every morning
I get up, I never feel
Compelled toward
exigesis.
Yeezus
Is there somewhere nowhere goes just to get away from it all? And if we can’t stop it can we at least slow down the world . . . you move too fast, I’d like to make this fucking last . . . maybe we’re all just a quick wank that like mandrake grows in soil soiled. What does God fantasize about . . . ? Whose picture does God have tacked to the wall? A lily or a larry---is God straight, or a fairy? My time is short, my passion long, my boaty’s ding, my double, Dong.
She stopped for gas,
But I didn’t mind waiting—
I was drowsy on
Berry White,
Watching gusts of rain
Belling the
Streetlight.
Here we are: the rubbish.
The dead.
The un-memorial.
it is not something I plan so much as something
I try not to avoid; if bets could be placed
on the odds of trouble, I would make
quite a profit. of course,
it is not so much a thing to be proud of,
this trouble. though I cannot help whispering
of adventures and mishaps, I am careful
to end my stories with a certain sense of chagrin.
but chagrin is never as well received
as trouble.
Purple clouds amassing west
Femme exasperated
I would not see her I’ve come to realize
Metaphor was old weather
I open rigorously
Plainer disrobed
Brimming fancifuls with so many likes
Exigesis and haven, butter
A tangle of letters
Soaked, sank, bear with me
Call the hospital,
Pay swollen liver fees
They said don’t dare
keep your eyes bare and
your heart resigned and
you’ll be fine, they said.
Liver rank and bulging
out of skin out of touch
out of time, but you’ll be fine,
they said, no dread
You took the short road and
I the rough one
I never had your stamina
But you’ll be fine, they said
Dread for the dead is a wasted
sentiment.
Unfist the line, O, charming boy-girl,
the trick is to watch without staring.
We took to each other. Took time,
took what offered itself, I recall.
You, deep-veined. Me, unlettered.
& the storm came in quickly.
O, TFW you unlike the brimming fanciful.
Like, once our bodies knew what we’d become--
tangles of smoked-glass skin, stretched desire,
& weary, we slept the fever back & dreamt.
You didn’t what you couldn’t & I hated you for it.
Love the harmonious, the well-tuned?
Of orchards, of longing and of other poetic spaces.
I suppose chivalry’s dead. Knock knock.
Who’s there. Neologist. Neologist who?
Um… Unvoiced
-nesses, -ides, and -ties. //
What’s a-positional, before and after?
It’s putting the income in nincompoop!
It’s answer the door well before
You understand the things we tell
Each other in passages between.
Has not that I’ve bestowed.
Call unto me a song. Such sweetness
She said, I don’t do “unto.”
Neither tide nor tidal bore.
Call back what’s been undone.
Call back what’s unpresented.
So stay distance. Stay becoming.
Dare you to leave it the strength to improve.
A change, a final change includes no authority.
Oh the unnecessaries of a generation—
to harm or compare or associate.
Act so that there is no use
in a center. Wide action is not
a width.” An answer yields up.
the body’s politic’s more than souls --
I was not awake & I,
I was not unsurprised.
I’d heard the words darked-up
and, like I, exasperated.
As if you’d been enough.
Fanfic’s always the best fic.
She called me the calm before the awesomeness.
So I call her, in principle.
It was never my thing — change.
So I dare not, so I’d feign Black Betty,
that pretty poisson, those golden tassels--
O, those pumps and whispers. Longing, as they say,
& when we we draft compromise, we invite excess.
Longing for eats
They do not eat
Still on diet
.
clinking of a knife
on a dish
better to use a fork
fry oil
paper towel ripping
clopping drawers
not in bare feet
she stalks
what the clocks
Cannot do
Mice, nibbling
Wink at your neutrality
Shadow of a cat defies
A cold burger
Styrofoam boxes in the yard waste
I”m for veggies
Month’s second new moon
One cricket winding down
Close the window
Noonday fog
Whom does an addict quit for?
Hoped for bright noon
Tongue thickly searching
Teeth and gums for anything
Where’s the f----- cavity
tongues rushing upwards
searching for cooler water
Antigravity machines
“Okay.”
Wrote a name like a byline
On the side of his newsboy hand
and scrawled fake lorems up the wrists
leaving chestnut column arms empty
of old opinion.
No one edits nonsense.
No time for nonsense
with so much light dimming
and a sky like that.
We have work to do
not 9 - 5 but every
number. Hard
work: hands to hold
hearts to feel stop beating.
We are welcomed into this world kicking, screaming;
Hoping for more yet never not dreaming.
Striving to learn and to feel and to to love,
Finding our feet and stepping through rough.
We grow, and we yearn, and we cry, and we weep;
We do what we must and we must never sleep.
We age through smiles and tantrums and frowns,
Breaking new barriers and searching new grounds.
Exploring ourselves and the unknowns of life,
We struggle through times of hope and of strife.
Growing and changing as the world chooses
Learning new ways from triumphs and abuses.
Out on our own in the unexplored world;
Continuing to grow and let future unfurl.
Making so plain just how well we cope.
Finding our way through love and hope.
A newborn created, all concerned relieved;
More reasons to live now than just to breathe.
Enjoying the love and giving life freely
Battling hard to be happy ideally.
The end is approaching, my time has gone;
All I have lived and all I have is done.
Gone too soon family and too soon my wife,
Seems to me that there should be more to life.
echo chamber
meet me underground
meet me where the nowhere
becomes a place we understand to be our new home.
my new phone
blocks out the sound. blocks calls from your mother and mine
mine heart mine letter mine own
tongue rendered rent
due north, due aparted
apartment in a house with inglenooks with olive light fixtures
you and I staring into it
Is there still a god to claim home
Here
Half-cut, drinking milk under your arm,
counting my sins,
Pleading. And all the while the womb of eternity swells
Waiting to birth a bright-star world
Where I becomes the We and eyes begin to see
Beyond this tiny now that aches with the beatings of time
Against the timelessness of all Creation
Like a butterfly being born
Again. . .and again. . .and again. . .
Afresh
I wish for once, the tap
on my shoulder would be enough
to set off the firework under my bed.
I erased you before you could invade my dreams again.
Don’t say you wouldn’t do it too
If you had the chance to trace your lips in gold
Skimpy silk baths and rose candles casting light onto your skin
You’re not human anymore
I know you would
I reach deep into the heart of painting,
pull out its guts
ripping canvas and flesh,
always darkness
past whiteness
When they came i sat naked in the leather sofa with a tall glass of vodka. The children were in the bathroom or the kitchen. Afterwards i smoked a cigarette on the balcony. i was free.
Shackled, I found myself past freedom
And confined
Into narrow
Space
Though even there everything around me had vanished;
a cement floor, paint-flecked walls and ceiling,
tiny scraps of paper
where I scribbled days into mindless dreams
of the woman who married another man,
of rumors in the night and this stale, tiredness
gathered at my eyes. Mary gives me hope.
I hear the voices in the crowd,
even all the spit inside the tv screen.
I’m starting not to care,
though I’ll never break the law.
I never broke the law. You remember that.
These are the fractured visions
Or at least some of them
Imprinted on my computer
By my hands
During my last trip-up
Liked their fur and their weird vertex assholes
I liked nature as a kid
I had alopecia but nothing could stop me
This was of course in the 80’s
(Go figure)
Anyways, every day you learn something new
If only this could not have been cuzIf only spite if only for spite’s sake winnows. A threat Spite for spirt’s sake raucus
went. to spite If only to spite Went-space wented gone
‘cuz you are with me here.
& winnows
At untouched leaves of authom flail.
Saxon-like, there’s hope yet.
Concessession concede. How’s that for concise. I am, but O, nevermine. Mine, Awry mine, mine, dream-boat another time,
So can you not. Nah. Whatever this is has not been. Avow. What’s this’ what is this is not. This Blunder Unceasinglyness. Undintinglyness
Dross the drossiest a river dream thirl trill
underside of dross unceaseingly. Senselessly.
Dintless. As befittingly by dintlessness
Dross the drossiest underside of dross.
Reader, I will like whitehot metaphorical fires, will. unceasinglyness
Dross as what was this before and how befits this, your ass-face.
What cannot hold’s your/our balliwick This cannot be less than it is. By dint of you and your assface this has not been What wasn’t could not hold Has this been Could this not be Could this not’ve been. What’s new if not thiswelling this weeling out.
Will, like whitehot metaphorical fires, will.
Dross the drossy underside of dross. Ruing The drossy underside of dross this is commitment. Dross it free dross it true will it blunder The drossy underside of dross. & even the decrement by dint of reminisce even upon even.
Drossiest Unpaced & dross it up good. Unceasingly sully I will dross by doing, dross whatever the drossed like what undivented were’d it were’t
as gesture false Like gallwinged apiary ternmouths of small plants the underside of the leaves the systoles
‘cuz you are with me here drossy underside of decrement. Diminution
& take to
even the undeniable even blundering grapes lees dregs
droozy blunderings drossy is gummy is dross. Iz
as only fires will kept close wept metaph drossy orical fires and etaphoical tears. But you are here But eschatological
Blunder cuz you are with me here. No’s a full stop.
Clarity and certainty inapt. Were’d it unto you . Were’d were it it Be it Will as unto like wave, like like x, like galls on a leaf like studded
Certain of a turn. Certainty uneven the world. Leafs trees but not their branches (for example)
Suplant Suffice supplicant mine eyes and unto awy I’ll not have this go awry or I will have this go awry. If I were & is this the place to get indignant. & would I. Would this go awry. And how would I know. I’d have the indign. I’d indign. Unknow
hazard nothing’s doing. Unto away ‘ts
an evening out. Evening Absent.
I’d even. I’d preclude. Can. You. Not. those final & otherwise & . what’s final
& otherwise & what’s ungly speaks. Young-ly youth un-be undoes
is this the place to get indignant?
That Immaskin What’s inappropriate.
Reader, do I indign? Do I intone un-be the
So take what’s set. Take what’s set before us. That this must end. Falsity. Continuance. What must go on. So can you not. What is finality finality indignant is this the place for indignation & what if it’s ugly.
’s finality t’s sundry at’s sundry
We take what set before us. Set this before you. Set this challenge. So what’s now. &/or could you not. In reverse. So So what’s now. Refocus Topsy-turvy. What now what’s not now. What’s now All flat particulars. Could you not. Rehashing Does and re-does. Undoing. Go backwards Redoes-ing
Can you not. Cause hope’s all and what’s that give but an all-flattening nothing particular. An Even-ing out Dozing dosing
A taking-stock, if you will.
The underside of hope’s a flattening out of all’s peculiar. Can you just not. The donsde of hope. I can’t not even. I can’t even. Hope evens all
So what now.
I’d everyone in order. Where to go now tha’t seems like an ending.
A brightening thing at the edge of our vision
Myopic generalizable. Whether a held bright thing
We’re uncertain and disputed.
Can you not. I hope hope evens out.
On instants and instatiations Time’s Sure, I’ve not been blameless. Also too moreover in addition.
& what’s not generalizable. On the other hand,
Reader, there are times and times. as ‘before, in presence of’ and ‘by the side of, besides, along with, in addition to’. However, the examples cited are better interpreted as instances
on the contrary. Of notions and propositions. Uncertain and disputed.
Wiki What?
They say facts cannot be found
On wikipedia; it’s credibility lost around
The same time you last heard of someone
Opening an Encyclopedia, turning its pages,
And reading that the pyramids of Egypt
Were not built by Aliens.
Worm as Friend
I saved a worm today.
He didn’t try to get away.
He didn’t know who I was.
He writhed in a ball of fear because -
He felt my finger touching him.
His worm brain sensed medieval sin:
Dry skin upon his wet skin.
Both only dead and grey in the end.
Today is the day - I declare him to be my friend.
Companion
bleary
from sleep and warm
water and no glasses
i spot an uncertain comma
sliding
he drags
his tail up my
shower wall cumbersome
and not unmaggotesque and i
can see
his guts
or maybe it’s
his dinner i lean in
and squint for a better view of
his face
the boy
is spotty and
bean-legged like a young
caterpillar but uglier
i don’t
know how
he got in here
i can’t feed him this boy
will just have to fend for himself
naked
and damp
i slither out
a pupa but with lots
more limbs and leave my companion
to wash
TB
I am dumb
So dumb
Sometimes i wonder if i screamed that i was dumb
That all the dumb would come gushing out of my mouth and i would be free
But my dumbness and i remain like two fools
Because i can not distance myself from it
God
Im so dumb