Language Poetry
Everything’s a Fake
HOLLYWOOD
The Advance of the Father
From raindrenched Homeland into a well: the upturned animal
was mine by law and outside the tunnel, him again!
Everywhere I turned the children ran between. “Loose dogs!”
he roared. I remember one sequence: a gulf in his thinking
meant swim as fast as you can. But it was winter and the water
was closed. The mouths of the children were sealed with ice.
Victory
There is no Rescue Mission where it isn’ t freezing
from the need that created it. The lost children
distill to pure chemical. Where Good is called No-Tone
it’ s the one who cries out who doesn’ t get a coat.
The children fuse colors because they don’ t want to
separate. Daughters shot off of hydrants who cut
each other in the neck and gut, don’ t care
which one of them will end up later in surgery.
You Can’t Warm Your Hands in Front of a Book but You Can Warm Your Hopes There
Must the Morgue be my Only Shelter??
Accounts
Light was on its way
from nothing
to nowhere.
Light was all business
Light was full speed
when it got interrupted.
Interrupted by what?
When it got tangled up
and broke
into opposite
broke into brand new things.
What kinds of things?
Drinking Cup
“Thinking of you!
Convenience Valet”
from A Bibliography of the King’s Book or, Eikon Basilike
II. Conversion
I like to be stationary.
— Bartleby
Who is not a wild Enthusiast
in a green meadow
furious and fell
Arriving on the stage of history
I saw madness of the world
Stripped of falsification
and corruption
anthems were singing in Authorem
Father and the Father
by my words will I be justified
Autobiography I saw
from Hinge Picture
a stark
Quake
a numb
Calm
*
clutching my Crumbl
ejumble
among
Tombs and
in Caves
my
Dream
Vision
thinking i think i think
What are aesthetic values and why do
there appear to be lesser & fewer of
them? Quick: define the difference
between arpeggio & Armani. The baby
cries because the baby likes crying.
The baby cries because a pin is
sticking into the baby. The baby
is not crying but it is called
crying. Who’ s on first, what’ s
shortstop. The man the man declined
to be, appraised at auction at
eighty percent of surface volume.
Cube steak on rye amusing twist
on lay demo cells, absolutely no
A Test of Poetry
What do you mean by rashes of ash? Is industry
systematic work, assiduous activity, or ownership
of factories? Is ripple agitate lightly? Are
we tossed in tune when we write poems? And
what or who emboss with gloss insignias of air?
Is the Fabric about which you write in the epigraph
of your poem an edifice, a symbol of heaven?