Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Co-construed





Conglomerate
deposits –
tender growths –

what is this
splendid host
of sentiences

who co-construe
the ballyhoo
of you?










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Monday, November 4, 2013

Thinkable




Lately when you wake
your head feels large
and ponderous, inhabited
by wandering vicinities of mind –
all grinding, thick and slow –

comprised of catalytic
memories which once
were quick and fostered flow
but now in aggregate
bog down to sludge: inaction

massing up out of dim grudge
and infelicitous distraction
which describe the whole
of what you find your past is
when you wake. Yet there’s

a break: a kind of dawn comes
not to take you from the mud
but to inveigle you to look
up from it -- understand
there’s no below without above.

You reasonably do not seize
a last great curing hope
in this, but the abyss
diminishes by half.
It’s thinkable to laugh.






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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Eternal Existential Truth





Can you believe
what we just saw?

There ought to be
a law.













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It's His Dolly



It's his dolly.
Calls her Molly.












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Bowing Your Nose



Anything goes
when you're
bowing your nose.















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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Exquisitely Inimitable Physics




Ravenous, we fall upon reality –
create and then succumb
to the P.R. that gets us to desire
a piece of taffy, or a thigh,

or the bestriding force
of Shakespeare’s Lear.
We commandeer the course
of all the little bits of precious

evidence our eyes comprise
to utilize as proofs that they
and we are here. It is a gorgeous
enterprise, this grand compulsion

to resize and reconfigure form
and scent and taste and feel,
to render an exquisitely
inimitable physics of the “real” –

to make it warm, to make it
seethe and breathe: to conjure up
a self we may not have to rue.
What else is there to do?







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Friday, November 1, 2013

Long After Adam Had His Fall




In the green beyond of All
long after Adam had his fall
and learned to cover dick and ball
with boxer shorts –

easily an eon after Eve had gone
with a retort and all the kids
and he was rid of everything except
his centuries of memories --

the Serpent reappeared
and gradually morphed into
a sort of snake-ish dog and hung
about with Adam on

his jungle vines and taught him
what a friend was. We know
that much at least. We don’t
know what the end was.








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