Tuesday, January 15, 2008
oh my love
oh my love is confused
like Damien Hirst dippin dots
in the museum probably he thinks it's all over
that it's time to put the shark in the big
conceptualist aquarium of formaldehyde...
and i sing, no baby, no
the world is more than album covers
for just a little while longer
take a little picture in a photo booth
think i'm in love but it makes me kind of nervous to say so
love is always a plagiarist
all i know is you make me feel like chaucer
even when i'm only walking to the water cooler
how do i grab you by the delusion
i think it's like grabbing a guy by the lapels
but you do it inside a dream
not a restaurant where there is embarrassment
the crows outside my window are flying
right now
from branch to branch, rearranging the world
& it's pointess when yr in love
i might as well go paint Damien Hirst dots
i just saw a solitary seagull
it's the january thaw
it flew with such delusional beauty
over the beginning of this day
i have to go to work
where i will sit & think of you more
& wonder if you have fallen down
sensible dead in the soldier world
like all the other lovers good for a fuck
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LUNCH VALENTINE FOR WILLIAM
IN A DOWNPOUR OF COWERS
Out of discarded wooden legs
and a black mannequin’s thighs
a mystical table I built and laid
lunch where the crotch would be
sometimes when you talk to me
that way you take me for a mother
not yours or mine of course
but someone or other’s
a genius at three years
or else by ten in the morning
someone should come for me
how often what must be
pushes gently against us
already alive among spiritual things.
Peter, you gave me a frisson.
I have that table somewhere in my mental furniture.
How Bellmer.
I haven't seen you. I was worried you missed an ice floe jumping.
I'm sad right now. And unhappy. Isn't that what the toy doll says.
Someone in another state spoke sharply to me on the phone. This is business I'm talking. True, I was asking them something hard to answer, and I hate doing that to people.
But these things snowball when not fixed.
you know how it is in the horrid adult world.
it's snowing. no it stopped.
but it was in earnest for a bit.
just like a heart.
i am supposed to be planning curacao and i'm not in the mood.
i think i may jump jobs just for the cognitive variety. i do that sometimes. i survive.
plus i have tons of great shit to sell. i'm like joseph cornell. that rhymes.
i often wander about other people in this strange game.
you have to be careful. because they may not see it as a finite game.
those are the dangerous ones.
finitely infinite. infinitely finite. language is dumb.
who was talking about "in geologic time." oh that craig watson book i like.
i'm reviewing that next. it's like Blake back from the grave. well that one section..the shepherd's calendar.
that part's very, very good.
we should stop shepherding.
we should stop now.
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