tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32195592007-01-29T08:58:59.136+01:00Tram Sparkeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comBlogger666125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1102290423618087342004-12-06T01:46:00.000+01:002004-12-06T00:47:03.616+01:00Do not let him
die you tell your
self your being
all you know of
god you talk to
your self insistent
this god your instinct
tells you is here
you call to this
god in his cell
to stop the procession
from end to end
to halt this exacting
misreading of the beads
call to the bell
of invisible flesh
it self
You tell your self
an end if just
this false conclusion
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1102245737846028322004-12-05T13:20:00.000+01:002004-12-05T12:25:01.546+01:00All separable parts
become both necessary
and sufficient,
the grammar mattered
in all we have
exhaled
Diagrammed on
a fresh sheet, marginal
stet.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1092574413318092972004-08-15T14:53:00.000+02:002004-08-15T14:53:33.320+02:00Henny Penny works the crowd
into a lather: So, Icarus walks
into a solarium and asks about
the free waxing. It's two for one,
they say. Nuh-uh (says Henny
as Icarus as Mercury), I'm not
falling for that one. They go
nuts, stamp their feet, it's a crazy
mixed-up free-for-all, and so...
the Orpheum ceiling collapses.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1092393073321348782004-08-13T12:30:00.000+02:002004-08-13T12:31:13.320+02:00A girl on the tram
made of pure gymnasium
swings from the bar
into a perfect slump.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1092209433680318572004-08-11T09:30:00.000+02:002004-08-11T09:34:02.593+02:00Let me attempt to say this
with a straight face, Mr Bond:
You have interfered with my plans
for the last time.
Now I will tell you
my secret of delight,
of total world domination.
And our codename.
You need me, I know,
to confess the name
of that which we do,
the secret name in which
we wrap the secrets
I will expose to you.
Something as English
as the Times of London,eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1090148311969444702004-07-18T12:57:00.000+02:002004-07-18T12:58:31.970+02:00For as long as it takes
them to walk
into and out of sight,
I am thinking
of boning the daughter
and of deboning the mother.
This is natural,
I think. This is natural
history. Even me.
Then a mother
and two daughters,
a mother and a daughter,
even a mother
and a daughter
and a granddaughter,
twenty forty sixty
or so. All are going
the same way,
to the eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1090148236641336382004-07-18T12:56:00.000+02:002004-07-18T12:57:16.640+02:00Rear Projection
I'm only fucking saying,
bullets do not ping or spark.
Tires do not squeal on dirt roads.
And no car, unless maybe
the fucking thing is booby-trapped,
would ever just fucking
blow up at any little thing.
I don't even mention what
the guy would have really done.
Cause what he really
would have done
is fucking dumped her ass
and those fucking kids.
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1089448712345149842004-07-10T10:38:00.000+02:002004-07-10T10:38:32.346+02:00A highly charged poem
A mall chick's out of the rain. She hits the Party Store aisles one two three with a checklist and leaves with her noisemakers and ribbons and a mug with a ceramic erection poking up from the bottom. This is just right for her sister. This is so cute. This is a riot. She is psyched. She requires failsafe devices. She is a highly charged system. She wears her red shirt eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1089356206622681192004-07-09T08:56:00.000+02:002004-07-09T09:07:35.293+02:00Elm Peg Leg
I am pulling your leg. I am
pulling your leg. I am pulling
your leg. I am pulling your
leg. I am pulling your leg.
I am pulling your leg I am.
Iam puulling yr legg. Yam
puling yore leg. I am pulling
your leg.
I am pull
ing
your leg.
I ampoule in your leg. I am
pal in deleg. Pull in your leg.
(I am.) I am pulling your eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1089014887351726692004-07-05T10:07:00.000+02:002004-07-05T10:08:07.350+02:00How I killed Mattie Stepanek
in case you missed the news
was inspired. It was like this:
aiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiii aiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiii
die die die die die die die die
click.
I'll write a lament for myself.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1088941867759604752004-07-04T13:50:00.000+02:002004-07-04T13:51:07.760+02:00Our local Mike Mulligan
and his faithful orange diesel
Weimar R700 buries orange
PVC beneath our lawn.
Our lawn is deepest greens,
the rains have been hard
and the oh look rainbows
harder. The sun, like
Jim's grandmother's hair,
falls everywhere at lunch.
A mole falls in love.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1088663631894986222004-07-01T08:33:00.000+02:002004-07-01T08:33:51.893+02:00I am in the same chair.
You cannot do this
without the first person
who held a feather
to a smooth surface
and spoiled it.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1088579573778267392004-06-30T09:11:00.000+02:002004-06-30T09:12:53.776+02:00Quarters
All day the aliens fall
it's my job, its my job,
to save the moon again.
She will move through a maze.
She will eat through a maze.
She will be eaten
to a brief falling song.
Wake to rocks coming in
too near to
Wake to rocks coming in
Am I Pyramis? Or Thisbe this time?
We exchange. Either of us could
be the missing stone. We exchange,
we exchange.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1088495175336407232004-06-29T09:46:00.000+02:002004-06-29T09:46:15.336+02:00My trousers come off, they are
falling, they are lowering as we
speak, almost without
my knowing, my trousers
bunch, my trousers wear
along the hemhems, my
trousers come off at the drop
of a dime. But it is hard
to say trousers. Pants. Pants.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-108841362720102842004-06-28T11:06:00.000+02:002004-06-28T11:07:07.203+02:00Referent mother,
how can I
wholly write?eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1082404299356986312004-04-19T21:51:00.000+02:002004-04-19T21:54:35.170+02:00You ask me why I live here,
but how else could I live?
I sit down at a cherry table
built with my own hands
and hex nuts and instructions,
lean my temple for a minute
on our lemon-yellow wall,
which is the other side
of someone else's kitchen.
The cinder block is cool.
A neighbor vacuums upstairs.
Our kettle blows a cloud.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081606089858901762004-04-10T16:08:00.000+02:002004-04-10T16:10:56.966+02:00Have a cigarette, won't you?
Until I knew I was invisible, I could not walk here.
This mud is held together with wire.
Now walk with me and you will be safe.
Men rose from holes in the wood.
"Surrender!" they shouted, "No surrender!"
we shouted, and we died
and rose from holes in the wood.
"Crikey!" cried a cockney lad. "Crikey!"
Have a cigarette, won't you?
Then some fellow sayseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081288166389109192004-04-06T23:49:00.001+02:002004-04-06T23:52:09.246+02:00(Post something, post anything, post pieces, babble. Just get your nerve back. It can all be fixed or deleted.) eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081288144585336272004-04-06T23:49:00.000+02:002004-04-06T23:51:47.436+02:00"Undone"
[tinkling piano]
When the man I've stilettoed for
Bedded in petto for
Faked a falsetto for
Kneeled down and froze...
Heaven knows, heaven knows
what I've done and undone
Heaven knows
When the man who I've waited for,
Starved and bad-dated for,
Crouched and fellated for,
Wouldn't propose...
Heaven knows, heaven knows
what I've done and undone
Heaven knows
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081288025060328182004-04-06T23:47:00.000+02:002004-04-06T23:49:47.950+02:00Dear Thomas Merton,
I'm your number-one fan.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081288009851086122004-04-06T23:46:00.001+02:002004-04-06T23:49:34.263+02:00We sang Hawaiian songs on the beach
Remember wickie-wickie-wickie
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Wickie-wackie honeymoon
You rolled up your trousers
and beat me blue in a floral shirt
the last time you looked at meeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1081287975014225182004-04-06T23:46:00.000+02:002004-04-06T23:48:57.903+02:00xxxxxxxx
On the first day, the first of July,
Lieutenant Zeno went over the top.
xxxxxxxx
On the first day, General Haig
spread twenty thousand brains,
fifty tons avoirdupois,
of raw human brain
on a thin slice of France.
xxxxxxxx
It's not as if they hadn't
thrown enough brains at it.
xxxxxxxx
A chaplain, who looked,
found no atheists in foxholes
or saints in eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1080345895858378442004-03-27T01:04:00.000+01:002004-03-27T01:07:28.373+01:00This is why they blind their slaves.
I read this again in the fourth book
of Herodotus where he describes
the lives of Scythians.
In Scythia they blind the men
they capture in their wars to use them
to prepare their milk, to have them stir
great vats of horse's milk.
This and how they milk their mares:
one Scythian slides a hollowed bone
"not unlike our musical pipe"
into eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1080162468465539282004-03-24T22:07:00.000+01:002004-03-24T22:10:18.826+01:00Animals refuse to move. We spook them all,
even, it is feared, the Porcupine herd
round the edges of Alaska. So a man saying
someone's got to do it in a bird suit
in an ultralight aircraft chaperones
whooping cranes abroad. From hatchling
to whoopling they hear the small noise
of the motor stroke flaps they will follow
from Canada to Florida. What this means
for the whoop, "eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079856109108093802004-03-21T09:01:00.002+01:002004-03-21T09:04:16.013+01:00Be careful, lady,
I see your partridges
in the grass
and quiver in the tree.
I can see your
grotto fountain pool
white city too and
what might be a fish face.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.com