May 2009
2 posts
In Absentia
I drove out of Philly yesterday, watching pioneers erase billboards promising more and better of what I already had. I was thinking about philosophy, how utility is cheapened by those angels we call “Destiny” or “Justification.” There is no rationalization for breaking the law, no pardon for sharp dreamers except another bed, one with fewer pillows. White lines make me think words between places...
Advice to a Helicopter audio from class 4/29
Cast...
April 2009
13 posts
1 tag
Three Interlocking Twitter Poems
Love is less than diamonds, more than spheres— teach me to draw wisdom, I want to watch it fly north with the helicopter, stop and sleep cigarette dreams, palms faced up in agreement with love is long blinks upside down, looking like gold and feeling like hope, falling out of the ground onto the crowd while mercy’s outside chain-smoking. Love is an unreliable Narrator, she demands revenge but all...
“Well,” I say, “I’ve met God and he’s a poet, too. You know, he tried singing...”
“break-up” + cyclone
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Words Are...
1 tag
Not Two, Not Three, but like Makeshift
March 24: Sleep is for the week coming-and-going. I am trying it, all of it. Colored puffed wig, it was never enough. Fuck. A makeshift clasp. With her finger, freezers learn. Teach me, she draws implication with her pinkie. Another tractor tweet RIDE. Learn by example, freezers burn. And the spoon ran away. Drew implications. Learned. Tweeted. Slept.
March 25: Fuck her...
March 2009
13 posts
Outlined
Sleep Left Seeds—
Black Ash Sways.
Still I think,
Untruth unsung?
Old, Only Sown
Prepossession
Tofrom fromtoto from to from from tofrom
From to inside,
like near,
except between.
Through outside, tofrom tofrom.
Into near, against past, against between. Between.
ToFrom from to tofrom.
Inside to near.
Beside.
Into outside without.
Inside.
Toward within.
Down.
Until.
Outside, between,
Between, without, beside, against, across, along, between, upon, within, without,
past...
Smoothsaying
The sky cried, I scried a
continuance of prain.
I wroke up with you, now
without you.
The sky scries my cries,
I realize, I heave sighs, I ask wise. I come to termalize.
It’s praining, I’m wet, so hang my cheart on the closeline
until it dries.
Nonphabet
A
B
Choose
D
Engine
Fuck
G
H
Idle
J
K
Liberty
M
N
Old
Paris
Q
Ride
Steam
T
U
V
Wrote
X
You
Z
The Futility of Life
Imaginary Still Life No. 29
I close my eyes. I see absolutely nothing. Figures.
Imaginary Still Life No. 30
I close my eyes. I see something! Wait. I lost it. Damn.
Imaginary Still Life No. 43
I close my eyes. I see the futility of life standing in front of me. It’s wearing my great-aunt’s fur coat. My eyes rocket open.
Long Island
(In the style of Joe Brainard’s “I Remember”)
I remember boredom on long car rides in a silver Plymouth van.
I remember the Verrazano Bridge, the Belt Parkway, staring out the window as my parents asked me which river we were crossing.
I remember the riding academy nestled next to the highway, a statue of a horse out front.
I remember Bellmore, confusing streets, a tiny...
Autobiography
Was born.
Currently living.
Haven’t died yet,
fingers crossed.
Instructions
(Life According to Harper’s Bazaar)
Stay on top of the trends for
A frock is a spring
Cover up in shapely
Ease into pastel Easter-egg
Lighten up with this set of stark yet stunning
Get in on the season’s best ideas with these major
LBDs and mosaics make for easy
Shimmer in muted
Luxe fabrics lend themselves to sleek
Channel your inner ice queen with hard-edged
Rework yesterday’s hits to have...
Coming/Going
I walked out the door. The wind whipped my scarf behind me; I wrestled its wayward tail back around. I was hunched over with insecurities but at least the cold wasn’t too bad, because I wasn’t thinking about it. I was thinking about you. 11 AM and my fingers are too numb to contemplate what I’ve stumbled onto. 9 AM and my feet hurt; too many blisters already, bad choice of shoes. 12 AM and...
Short Poems
5.
I left bereft,
out of water and patience,
Why oh why John Doe?
6.
Bored?
Well, I could
always ponder
preponderance,
or something.
8.
I shiver
in the
unfamiliar.
9.
You
let me
unravel lilac, effortlessly.
Turn
over and
I’ll mirror you,
whisper
and I’ll
strain to hear
you
delineate me,
curve around ecstasy.
10.
I
wonder, do
you think about
singing
in the
same way as
I
think about
calling...
Six-Word Autobiographies
Felt too many comings and goings.
When in doubt, drink more water.
Fried cat mashed my homophonic assault.
Wanted everything. Wasn’t too specific. Received?
Non non non sequitur sequitur sequitur.
Never learned to count.
Diminuendo
The truth is that I’ve
tried and I
can’t write oceans.
Whisper
I was asleep at midnight, tasting syntax
in the pauses between dreams—
I can’t be blamed for what escapes the dark.
February 2009
3 posts
Circular Reasoning
According to a friend of a friend this is the way people on speed talk never stopping or pausing or even slowing to take a breath but continuing on in one syntactical explosion and I said, hey this sounds fun and so embarked and set off for a minute or so emitting some meaningless electrons and yes it was fun for a while until the meanings of words began to evade me I became becalmed,...
Tzara's Hat
Zipper pout, plush, plump
O! plum
Frailty
Oy! U Thea!
Grandiloquent Fro-gurt Boy George
Anachronistic fantasy
Explosion of silence
He’ll collapse in a groaning, farting, semiconscious heap
Versus beheaded glazed cheesegraters
Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious
Muggy grapevine bluefin tuna
Howl
Castration butterfly
Mellow hollow at last
Spider monkey dumpling
Midnight tasting syntax
Prevalence...
Great-Aunt, 85
I never want to see the title of your obituary.
I don’t want to read about you
after summer afternoons emptying out your house, tearing up your stained carpeting, vaccuuming away any physical reminder.
There’s space between us—
two hour car rides and childhood Thanksgivings
that I don’t want mucked up by the tangibility
of murky black and white.
Who can define finality?
Death certificates are one...
January 2009
1 post
Choose your own adventure...at Starbucks!
The original tale
My throat hurt, so I went to Starbucks for hot chocolate. It was $2.68. I made exact change. As I waited for my drink, I noticed Roseanne Cash playing in the background, and this made me happy. The barista said, “See you,” as he handed me my drink. I don’t know if this made sense or not.
Choose your own adventure!
Part 1:
Your throat hurts.
If you choose...