Adumbrations In his book On Analogy, Julius Caesar advises us to “Avoid strange and unfamiliar words as a sailor avoids rocks at sea.” My wife had a smile-shaped scar just above her pubic mound from a Caesarean. How beautifully torn, I thought, and rose into the sky and flapped away, leaving a mysterious future gap … Continue reading “ADUMBRATIONS” – “EVENING WALK”
Category: Poetry
“VISION”
Forking lance of purple fire flowing In the hazes of its victim. Misty carnage Of an old oak rent deep by lightning. Its fibres split and twisted into Labyrinths of gore and smolder. Still standing, in half evaporations, (rain for future children) Where it had for many the small life of man. The farmer’s shade … Continue reading “VISION”
“THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS NOT MY FRIEND” – “THE CRICKETS ARE VERY LOUD TONIGHT” – “EXIT, PURSUED BY A BEAR”
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS NOT MY FRIEND The billionaire begets a millionaire.The millionaire begins plottingto kill and eat the billionaire.I’m on the sidelines. Then I fallinto the river and am carried away. THE CRICKETS ARE VERY LOUD TONIGHT Sitting at the kitchen table,looking at the night sky through the window,I think I see … Continue reading “THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS NOT MY FRIEND” – “THE CRICKETS ARE VERY LOUD TONIGHT” – “EXIT, PURSUED BY A BEAR”
“A DATE”
Go on a date with a woman. A nine hundred and forty-seven-year old woman. Meet her at a lounge with a secret door. One where you pick up on other people’s conversations. Choose one with a classy name like The Federal Reserve. Listen to her go on and on about tricking people into war. She’ll … Continue reading “A DATE”
“THUS DID WE CONVERSE”
νῶι μὲν ὣς ἐπέεσσιν ἀμειβόμεθ᾽, αἱ δὲ γυναῖκεςἤλυθον, ὤτρυνεν γὰρ ἀγαυὴ Περσεφόνεια,ὅσσαι ἀριστήων ἄλοχοι ἔσαν ἠδὲ θύγατρες. -Homer, Odyssey, Book 11, Line 225 i am not a greek god and you are not the spring maideni remember your look of surprise and disappointmentin the sun beside the river when i said stupid things i remember … Continue reading “THUS DID WE CONVERSE”
“#0080FF” – “ON A WALK – APRIL 2022” – “HOLUBTSI”
#0080FF Ancient african eyes blossom like yellow wheatlacerating dog walkers and cafe creeps,bless ye the lord, praise him and tasteaerosol blues Retarded rockers sweating in their leatherchase tumorous ostriches through purple heather,bless ye the lord, praise him and tasteaerosol blues Charcoal clouds cloak wide eyed desert babashalf dead and radiating 333 psychic stigmatas,bless ye the … Continue reading “#0080FF” – “ON A WALK – APRIL 2022” – “HOLUBTSI”
“ELECTRONIC VOICE PHENOMENON”
Delivery and rubbish trucksKeep playing those first two notes of Für EliseLike a woman who keeps on bleeding longAfter she’s done having children But I have a pianoWhose each key plays an entire piece:Brahms’s lullaby, Wagner’s Wedding andChopin’s Funeral March But there is another worldWhere women wear peppery colognesAnd men floral perfumes to appeal to … Continue reading “ELECTRONIC VOICE PHENOMENON”
“HUMAN RESOURCES” – “CORDYCEPS” – “LAYWOMAN I”
Human Resources Water. Calories. Heat. Shelter. Control over the body. Exposure to bacteria. Occasional increase and decrease of heart rate. Sleep. Sun exposure. Awareness of material surroundings. Communication and cooperation with others. A short-term goal. Something visible to fear. Billions of gut flora. Attention. Recognition of patterns. Memory. The ability to ascertain a quantity of … Continue reading “HUMAN RESOURCES” – “CORDYCEPS” – “LAYWOMAN I”
“PAN IS IN THE WOOD” – “ON THE BRIDGE” – “THE LOOK OF LIGHT”
Pan is in the Wood Pan is in the woodAnd she heard him,Though he is dead:Yes, what’s dead in her heard him; There’s evil, goodAnd something grimLife leaves unsaidSomewhere in the dead god’s hymn. On the Bridge On the bridge between here and thereIs an out of place little manWith a tambourine,Shaking it to his … Continue reading “PAN IS IN THE WOOD” – “ON THE BRIDGE” – “THE LOOK OF LIGHT”
“THE GAYEST RETARD AT THE RODEO”
A love poem the gayest retard at the rodeo, Buck Henry. known throughout these parts, sometimes high, but mostly low. those that were around whisper of his greatness, the stunning form with which he wrangled, a mind built for gayness, to the breaking of bucks of honest-stock and a good home. thru the high-theory that … Continue reading “THE GAYEST RETARD AT THE RODEO”