tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32195592011-04-21T22:56:58.823+02:00Tram SparkA poetry blog. Found in my pack, smelling of smoke, and transcribed, mostly unedited, to this page. Yes, I know some of them are really bad. I put <i>everything</i> here, even the failures. I might cannibalize them later. Just skip the bad ones. Sounds nothing but mean. (And don't look for web design; this blog is just a big sheet of paper.)eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comBlogger6661100tag: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
is for the bettereeksypeeksyhttp://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,
do you not 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 source of the bags.
It 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.
And none of them 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 with 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 leg.
I am Paul in 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 says cease eeksypeeksyhttp://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
Now I'm changing my 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 the fieldeeksypeeksyhttp://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 the mare's 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, "purported to beeeksypeeksyhttp://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.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079856092234529802004-03-21T09:01:00.001+01:002004-03-21T09:03:59.153+01:00You come upon Ophelia
afloat among the weeds
with just her face and hands
above the surface? Then
you dunk her and she jumps
up and says hey!eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079856068218876522004-03-21T09:01:00.000+01:002004-03-21T09:03:35.153+01:00It looks like elbows and fish sandwiches
for everyone and everyone is well lit tonight
and don't look now but the place is haunted.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079856048041297482004-03-21T09:00:00.001+01:002004-03-21T09:03:14.966+01:00Why do I write science fiction?
Women might have two heads,
for all I know.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079856008972590332004-03-21T09:00:00.000+01:002004-03-21T09:02:35.903+01:00Angels are swimming at treetop altitude
—Don't fall on those rocks, angels!—
Rubbernecking another senseless death.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079855987596452782004-03-21T08:59:00.001+01:002004-03-21T09:02:13.733+01:00God is not on our side,
God is on the other side.
Still, let's inventory.
We have the wind-up lamb
and one good arrow.
And we've got John here.
The man is bugs.
So we've got John and
the wind-up lamb
and one good arrow.
Still, God is on the other side,
you may object,
God and all the invisible
things that fly.
But they are women to us
And are we men or what.
Come on, we're golden.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079855967848226902004-03-21T08:59:00.000+01:002004-03-21T09:01:53.996+01:00When the tooth fairy appeared
for real in the bedroom of Marcia X,
who had lost a front tooth,
the tooth fairy could smell
the tooth. The tooth fairy
could smell the pulp ooze
in the carroty root.
The smell made the smallest hairs
on the back of the tooth fairy's neck
and ears stand up
and the smell made the tooth fairy shiver.
But when the tooth fairy reached
long fingers under eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079384168199395422004-03-15T21:56:00.000+01:002004-03-15T21:58:28.873+01:00Women have grown long toes
these days like elves
who haven't read this
or heard your father's joke
about sailors and monkeyseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079384152184298922004-03-15T21:55:00.001+01:002004-03-15T21:58:12.873+01:00Saint Martin's summer
a town named for a mineral
and she looks like he
might remember Christmaseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079384133524698582004-03-15T21:55:00.000+01:002004-03-15T21:57:54.216+01:00his babysitter after
tells the news
she woke with
noises thinking horses
coming down the road
horses coming down
the roof exploding
firemen find where her
husband could not
look in a cupboard
quite after noiseeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079260119535722152004-03-14T11:28:00.000+01:002004-03-14T11:30:59.293+01:00His last second at the Center
for Particle Physics Research,
Dr Hu whirled the director
from the rooftop garden into
the Human Resources skylight,
then stomped the accelerator
and crashed his Blazer into
that fucking Rudolph Muller's
new Toyota and saw for a
moment something new.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079217201403817332004-03-13T23:33:00.000+01:002004-03-13T23:35:40.623+01:00at 2the ##for
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At the fortune cookie
factory career in the
balance review team
reads simply "This
cookie is best
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079217147026743532004-03-13T23:32:00.000+01:002004-03-14T16:28:58.296+01:00If you have found this, you have found
my secret cave, the cave of the moss.
And my bones? Are they here?
Does moss stick to my ribs?
I write on these scraps all
I have in the way of paper now.
Fine stationery, eh? Grand
is life lived. I give away nothing.
Follow the serial numbers.
My ink was ground from a particular insect
one of the boys pulverized. Not so
particular anymore, eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1079035910323894972004-03-11T21:11:00.000+01:002004-03-11T21:14:07.653+01:00Women love these
songs about "my life"
and always "always"
and "forever" and "survive"
as if these were possible.
No, not all women, baby,
now don't get yourself mad,
I don't mean you, baby,
you're not like the others,
you're not like
no woman on earth.
Don't you love me nomore.
Melancholy synthesizers played
by violinists in the video
swelling and church voices
and a woman's eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078932753764079862004-03-10T16:32:00.000+01:002004-03-10T16:34:49.576+01:00How the three uninviting women
out and smile like nothing
squeak the door for themselves
and they're completely abbreviatedeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078932454077370282004-03-10T16:27:00.000+01:002004-03-10T16:29:49.950+01:00Ask an American to list personal heroes
(it's the sort of thing they do, they'll play along)
and you'll hear if you've picked yourself
a true American a list of Americans. "I
would have to say," as if compelled.
"Clearly, the first," as if it were undeniable.
An American has heroes and the first is,
undeniably, clearly, you know.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078832863891050362004-03-09T12:47:00.001+01:002004-03-09T12:50:00.293+01:00All this art
to pluck at
a pearl from Venus
whose white legs
stride the shell.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078832847744025072004-03-09T12:47:00.000+01:002004-03-09T12:49:42.390+01:00Sweet homosexuals
love in early midsummer.
Even the man like a donkey
is gentle with female parts
mouthéd by men and
boys as was written.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078816039620842512004-03-09T08:07:00.000+01:002004-03-09T08:09:34.450+01:00Jesus from here
looks like he might hug you
and get all that gore
on your back.
Try not to let him
catch your eye.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078689259587296232004-03-07T20:54:00.000+01:002004-03-07T20:56:33.076+01:00What makes a saint
a girl in the skin
burst for good
Her heart works itself
visible and she eats
only spiders and glass
what you will
Here the part
she tattoos and pierces
and takes on a Roman army
one man at a time
if she must
But here is her diary
enlarged in crayon
with unicorns
She must stove
for the hungry as if
Here is her thinned
blood from her
palms her nails
her eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078689230290033602004-03-07T20:53:00.002+01:002004-03-07T20:56:03.780+01:00His muscles are mercantile
and redundant
a sailor suit for girls
or boys. He needs
a saucy tie to set a
thing off, a swabber
of ships, a man to fathom.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078689192760028692004-03-07T20:53:00.001+01:002004-03-07T20:55:26.263+01:00No one has such sex displays
impounded as a woman
wearing breasts. eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-10786892136720132004-03-07T20:53:00.000+01:002004-03-07T20:55:47.170+01:00Irishman behind me
gives off little dog-bark
laughs little hoops
he jumps through
for a woman is
taller and blonder
and grimmer than us.
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078650346367934722004-03-07T10:05:00.001+01:002004-03-07T10:07:59.296+01:00Dr Beauregard strings the scalps of seven nuns
to electrodes.
The hare stands on hind
legs between yew and blackberry.
The hare looks at the moon
buts its ears swivel on the foreground,
where
Dr Beauregard pinpoints
and teases out the ecstasies
of the virgins.
The moon on the blue flat sky
among perfect gold stars
is deflated but watches with round eyes
a bird in a tree.
Under the nut eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078650302767648102004-03-07T10:05:00.000+01:002004-03-07T10:07:15.700+01:00Ice breaks under
the Russian polar station
and night does not end
until later this month.
There might be helicopters
but there is no land.
There is no danger
announced
but also there is no land.
In Moscow, a clerk prints two versions
and sets the sheets side by side
for one last look then
slides them across
a black desk to the shift chief.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078650277572883702004-03-07T10:04:00.000+01:002004-03-07T10:06:50.513+01:00She farts beneath our covers,
does my love.
She scratches nether quibbles,
does my love.
She cleans an ear with finger,
does my love.
How far I coast upon her billowed sheets,
knows not my love.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078474558575158982004-03-05T09:15:00.000+01:002004-03-05T09:18:09.326+01:00I need a mountain
retreat for my schemes
without monks thank you
or wistful leaders
The cliffs mine alone
and all the salt
I need a mustache
and bully-boys spring
snapping my suspenders
I need an architect
for these hills are piled
I need a mountain
without monks thank you
and all the salteeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078345702396039122004-03-03T21:28:00.000+01:002004-03-03T21:30:31.466+01:00Jesus exists only
on paper unless you roll
your eyes back
and say he saves me
from a wobbly knee
and a drunk half-cousin
and you had nothing
to do with it?eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078345663583335512004-03-03T21:27:00.000+01:002004-03-03T21:29:52.653+01:00I wish this spider
hadn't built
in this shower.
I am the rain of the age
and didn't know.
Her legs stick to the white
and cannot be plucked up
from the specificity
of this white.
Her legs should step
and think among themselves,
and mine.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078345616905814052004-03-03T21:26:00.000+01:002004-03-03T21:29:05.983+01:00We want to be good
to others. This is how
we are good, being good
to others.
But a saint cannot be good
hoarded in a rock with no one
receiving saintly good.
So a saint in a rock
is good for pure god.
A saint in a rock gives
nothing – no clothes, no food,
no women – and is sure.
But a saint who wants
nothing gives nothing to god.
So a saint must want, and
quite particularly.
Or a eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078298136074619322004-03-03T08:15:00.001+01:002004-03-03T08:24:01.280+01:00I am
converted
AC/DC
big balls
blowing my
kilt up eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078298126072987902004-03-03T08:15:00.000+01:002004-03-03T08:17:34.780+01:00God in the shower
grout and grot
stuck in the drain
and whirling
counterclockwiseeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078298008048677412004-03-03T08:13:00.000+01:002004-03-03T08:15:36.780+01:00Powerpoints
Her small pink tongue is muscular and angling.
He pulls his beard and hopes for an eruption.
The tax office wants to know your mother's name.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078213193588051572004-03-02T08:39:00.001+01:002004-03-02T08:42:00.983+01:00The Locomotion comes on
and I look over to Carole King,
whom I imagine on my left,
whom and all for some reason,
and I ask if she really wrote this,
and whether she ever met
Little Eva, but she's far away.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078213181086750112004-03-02T08:39:00.000+01:002004-03-02T08:41:48.483+01:00In the mirror I
become some bird
beak and look.
I've been bitten
and I quench at it.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078080492268374122004-02-29T19:48:00.000+01:002004-02-29T19:50:18.186+01:00About the woman I tell you
down to her awful sight.
It was her, it was she
(she would correct me),
when ice around all.
She wore her everywhere
clothes just as well
in a shed as on the plain
earth, the earth revolving.
She fluked wholly my sea
just once. She would clip
our child's fingertips off
for frostbite to save up a life.
Throw this into her barrow
and me. I've had enough.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078034517197965742004-02-29T07:01:00.001+01:002004-02-29T07:04:03.030+01:00On our ship
the South of France
something to show
our grandchildren
how we set
in simple light
the South of France
and useeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078034467875562322004-02-29T07:01:00.000+01:002004-02-29T07:03:13.716+01:00she's made
a monkey of me
I scrape
crust from the bulkhead
and sing
names of girls we've all known
even songs
about each drop we surprise ateeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078034445516467502004-02-29T07:00:00.001+01:002004-02-29T07:02:51.356+01:00Someone must have named her that,
you don't just pick up a name like that,
and there she was from somewhere
in Canada maybe but suddenly
she's in different skin internally
rhyming by happenstance as if
she knew someone might be looking
at this grammar all along, dodgy
sextons and parsons shadowing
her feet through rows of grapes.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1078034400703636622004-02-29T07:00:00.000+01:002004-02-29T07:02:06.543+01:00He dresses like a
gentleman one leg
at a time and socks
before shoes.
And like a careful lady
he fixes
his face in a mirror
from the night before.
At the door he cannot
decide on his laces.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077953112394917022004-02-28T08:25:00.000+01:002004-02-28T08:27:16.966+01:00She gets off lightly and
repeatedly in baby
powdered socks and
plucked eyes drawn wide
You'd think metal strings
would break when this girl
turtles all the way downeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077953072735721032004-02-28T08:24:00.000+01:002004-02-28T08:26:37.310+01:00How they did it
leaped from ships
swallowed household cleansers
sank in rivers
jumped from bridges
pulled triggers
stepped into traffic
things their motherseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077770856136344192004-02-26T05:47:00.000+01:002004-02-26T05:49:38.296+01:00I am not permitted
to talk of sickle moons
(there is only one moon
and it's been before, and
by sickly girls)
or of that planet
just off to the right.
We've seen, I admit,
how this goes.
I look up and consider
catastrophe and everything
between and the moon
coming on cusp first.
But you've seen enough,
I am told, of these
moons gouging hills,
and you're going.
This leaves only me
and theeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077770802507578352004-02-26T05:46:00.000+01:002004-02-26T05:48:44.686+01:00On Mars a clutch
of brilliant pebbles
puzzles. The rover
spins a wheel
then stares
into the rut for all.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077770759073227992004-02-26T05:45:00.000+01:002004-02-26T05:48:12.733+01:00I get a message
in my inbox
distant early warning
I have not written
back in weeks
how secretly
I love
I still think
how she must be
mad to touch
herself and me and
she might replyeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077741093358551842004-02-25T21:31:00.000+01:002004-02-25T21:33:35.513+01:00My good love works
when I am home
with simple words,
a kid and two cats, tea.
When she knocks down
the door she bulges
in with snow and wind,
with keys and letters,
with bags of food
and a phone caught
in the crook of her neck.
And I'm still here. eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1077741008564815502004-02-25T21:30:00.000+01:002004-02-25T21:32:10.733+01:00A famous girl with a bottle
of slimming tablets
and expensive underpants
slips through
the X-ray to Los Angeles
from Heathrow in pink socks
past a man with a metal wand
and reflexively pats her thighs.
She'd like to buy a paper.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1076968694821411342004-02-16T22:58:00.000+01:002004-02-16T23:00:08.390+01:00The illusion of the phenomenal world, Professor
– fiat lux! – flashes before the bathysphere lights.
She whips up a fiendish bean dip, don' she, doctor?
Haven't we met before? Philadelphia? Memphis?
Ah. Your monograph. The alfalfa aphid?
The sphinx moth, actually. Prime the siphons!
That's echolocation! The dolphin has a fix on us.
Then phosphor, foxfire, and her mother vanished.
Oh, Philip!eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1076914388273158372004-02-16T07:53:00.000+01:002004-02-16T07:55:00.466+01:00Now I'm a cowboy
walk funny for the ladies
down this dry street
on wishbone wishbone stilts.
She might brush me by
or have me push her into the bricks
where she mortals and sets
with skirts heisted.
Now I'm sliding
a note over the counter
for a girl with a finger
hovering the button.
This ink could explode
before morning.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1076838820289246242004-02-15T10:53:00.001+01:002004-02-15T11:09:21.013+01:00My brother drives a yellow bus.
I pulled a lizard's tail
off in Florida.
That's all you are allowed.
A finished thought is a union line
I cannot cross.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1076838800759045052004-02-15T10:53:00.000+01:002004-02-15T10:55:12.060+01:00The ship she went down on
shows its ribs between heaves.
The beach where she ran aground
all pulls away.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1076838779707908012004-02-15T10:52:00.000+01:002004-02-15T10:54:51.013+01:00She weighs my balls;
it's why they hang:
to lend consideration
to the act and to the pang.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1073937253995285352004-01-12T20:54:00.000+01:002004-01-12T20:55:32.543+01:00Men from the north
come for us
at night when we,
smoke round fires,
they nothing,
scream. They
take us up
before we look
from our fires,
as we fix nets
for morning,
and break us,
take us up.
We know wolves
and the cold.
Save us
from men in boats. eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1073421884437696462004-01-06T21:44:00.000+01:002004-01-06T21:45:56.373+01:00I wish I were only
wired again and could
trace the thick copper back
to the listening post.
Now something strewn
checks my sighs
when I walk under trees,
relays the verdict
to a dog walking
back to the pound.
The scales of my skin
recollect me
for doctors of divinity.
My hairs stand on
end without me.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1073151847286083222004-01-03T18:44:00.000+01:002004-01-03T18:45:16.153+01:00My best girl impression
on a mattress look how
we roll an entanglement
and I anticipate your
squeal as I slip a hand
up the back of the back
of your neck and your
jawing works each word
for a straight man's grin.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1073151811841538822004-01-03T18:43:00.001+01:002004-01-03T18:44:40.716+01:00I could walk up your spine
each bone tiptoed for stepping
till I tap on your cranium
by the back door
and make you think
again: this is what you expected
or if not,
I could walk back again
and bounce, and bounce, and
spring from this tailbone
into the beast of life.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1073151790297218452004-01-03T18:43:00.000+01:002004-01-03T18:44:19.170+01:00Bang bells ringing ears
shake frost out of trees
Come play fuck me if you can
beneath the eaves
Christmas burns through the snow
And incenses the priest
swearing off the year
and the fat of the babe
smoking upeeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072794543352050892003-12-30T15:29:00.000+01:002004-01-15T21:38:16.360+01:00Start from how it ends
and turn around
and there you are.
Something was found –
a man in Wisconsin with his head
in a rural mailbox
and the red flag up –
so work it back.
Why was he naked? Who
tucked a Pennysaver
between his buttocks?
Who circled the snow blower
ad on page seventeen?
Why was a snow blower ad placed
by a Mr Rivers of an address
in New Mexico that never existed,
I'm sure?
eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072596492668860142003-12-28T08:28:00.000+01:002003-12-28T08:29:15.403+01:00I've run out. You've seen a crow
morning, a thousand crows awake,
a thousand times. You know how
I'll black them in, poor cold crows.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072596418281630812003-12-28T08:26:00.001+01:002003-12-28T08:28:01.030+01:00With just the earth afoot
our parents now laid out
better than spiteful gods
a one-tree paradise they built
just off the turnpike
and felt out a small whole
world one grown for each
fat baby spurning greens
or spitting up blood-milk.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072596393566576862003-12-28T08:26:00.000+01:002003-12-28T08:27:36.326+01:00Oh my goodness
is wrung from me
for you, fondling
of a moment.
I might have said
I just loved you
just now.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072392815825092322003-12-25T23:53:00.000+01:002003-12-25T23:54:36.670+01:00Forget her mouth;
Her cower of lust
sets her back
just so, just so.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072344555847354292003-12-25T10:29:00.000+01:002003-12-25T10:30:15.700+01:00The ghosts I think will never come
are snow drifts sealing doors,
a blue cigarette spiral, a sudden
hair pin, an old welding mask,
rows of unreadable books,
a kettle still hot, cups warm,
then a fine creeping mist of gasoline
and oil and hair spray and leather
safety belts and boots and hair dye
and horse grain and shortbread
and ginger cake. Sweet Drambuie
burns in the throat for eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072175140249412512003-12-23T11:25:00.000+01:002003-12-23T11:26:38.326+01:00On Christmas day a British craft will land
Among the Martian stones and dry dead seas,
While at a Herschel telescope they stand
To watch the Union Jack rip in the breeze.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1072089419401822272003-12-22T11:36:00.000+01:002003-12-22T11:37:56.250+01:00A crocodile could eat you
before you know a crocodile
could eat you. How
the hunt can continue.
We could stake a goat
to this shore
and wait, we could set a cage
in the water. Crocodile
could still eat you.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071898652557027292003-12-20T06:37:00.000+01:002003-12-20T06:38:27.233+01:00In a fable of thirteen fish
one sees the other twelve
in warm soft roll
see twelve others
color at the patient fisher
A saucy tune he beats
for twelve ascending
and a last returning
upon a maid's bare back,
a tattoo down smooth
ring bones about the
shivering nerve
Beneath the skin
she rises and riseseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071645069199356282003-12-17T08:11:00.000+01:002003-12-17T08:12:01.340+01:00The mermaid is half-
monkey and half-fish.
You touch it
with the mummy finger
and she speaks:
give up the sea
for shore, give up
this falling wave for me.
Her song is monkey
and her song is fish.
She is her self
constructed whole.
You sway on
groaning boards
and look at land and sea.
The seam between
the two is just a slip
and home is just so far.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071314782181118392003-12-13T12:26:00.000+01:002003-12-13T12:27:10.263+01:00Chicago is also cold and lone
for women knocking bricks together
to make heat. If she likes
to scour the oven more than most,
well, girls settle down and learn
the insides of things.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071314754313063372003-12-13T12:25:00.000+01:002003-12-13T12:26:42.403+01:00Clockwise in a restaurant shot
I am the flasher in the mirror
caught eternally in a fuzz and revealed
after subsequent developments
as the man with red eyes.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071133641129527422003-12-11T10:07:00.000+01:002003-12-11T10:08:07.436+01:00I read other poets
to see what you can
get away with
So far pretty much
I read other poets to see
what you can
So far pretty much
I read other poets so far
pretty much I read
other poets
so far get away
I read what you can
pretty much
so fareeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071133492840554902003-12-11T10:04:00.000+01:002003-12-11T10:05:39.170+01:00if this is
all our words mean everything
if this is all our words mean
everything
if this is all our words
mean everything if this is all
our words
mean everything if this is all
our wordseeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071132823871920912003-12-11T09:53:00.000+01:002003-12-11T09:54:30.293+01:00Dr Margaret Singer is dead. The cause was respiratory. She knew how North Korea and Patricia Hearst worked. Dr Margaret Singer knew how North Korea and Patricia Hearst worked. Dr Margaret Singer knew how it went in North Korea and Patricia Hearst. The cause was respiratory. North Korea and Patricia Hearst. She saw how they worked and now she is gone. Her battles made her a target and now Dr eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071132751278408292003-12-11T09:52:00.000+01:002003-12-11T09:53:17.716+01:00Men wearing
white gloves mime
horns at funerals.
Then stolen bells
bring false sanctity
to dumb, dumb songs,
all night long.
This one goes out
to the caller on the line:
turn your radio down.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071053518534877572003-12-10T11:51:00.001+01:002003-12-10T11:52:44.076+01:00In Detroit they forget I am going
and show me the fountain first
and bright clean coins thrown in.
Then a shit in a changing room
with handles you must not touch
and a surprise flush.
Then the fountain and coins thrown in
and they look clean through me
and ask me to peel off my shoes.
I am going. My father is not dead yet.
I am going and they show me
the fountain and bright clean coins
and eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071053474124401322003-12-10T11:51:00.000+01:002003-12-10T11:51:59.670+01:00When uncle skeleton lived
he put me in his robin's egg
blue convertible Thunderbird
and slipped me across the border
and up the Queen Elizabeth
Way past the speed limit
for my little passenger ghost.
I should have screamed
for him but cars just go.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1071053394528203172003-12-10T11:49:00.000+01:002003-12-10T11:50:39.483+01:00We sat near one another in bright chairs
in the food court before the early show
with eternal green plants and fountains.
There were diamonds laid away here,
were bracelets with your name engraved
in gold for free. There was a white sale.
There were all the cheeses of the world.eeksypeeksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09208638838683999909noreply@blogger.com