poemses

     Ghazal

     is your eye constant
with faithlessness as an out
that island body
makes cream keeps

Honorary words back: deserves worlds

as unreal and wise as Murk Ocean

i think you have a damned

and sportive heart




JADED STREET POEM


Poem Returned slyly recently. Tried to get in the house through the back. The usual ethics classes, the burning old lady added to that poem periodically. Sportive too. I suppose it's news, the Heart.

Not much else.





ONK ONK ONKOLOGIST


What blitzkrieg today?

Where's head.

Had a where, where the love with childlike sway.

said. be done.

I'm book with backbone said Iowa once.

The mill girls stretch their arms and yawn.

Some of them are boys (if you magnify them).

List thirteen ways Iowa is like algae.

Then years later.

The ocean recedes, altering the organisms.

Mortal ambiguity much better than a rock.


You're standing in human corn.





ARASTHEMIA

But the problem is i don't want any

borrowed star
deep in water,
still as darkness surrounds.

Dark wish made
on the grass.

There's a mirror,
rain, poets

move like gators

towards the crackheads now

in the children's story







HEALTH

This was a late lake where I floated on a raft and saw subsequent readings of you and all the rest. Sometimes leaves fluoresced overhead. Then went out of the picture the way critics do when they get hungry again. I thought about a new set of healthy people. I have seen dangerous numbers float past. I have seen Jenny Holzer's irony autoasphyxiate like Michael Hutchence or David Carradine in an erotic closet. The notebook tested negative. What shall we make of that? "But we are all out of apparently," the clerk lied. This worries me more than I can express, even in the sign language of the Tribe. The American Association for the Unbelievable can be of great assistance in certain matters like these. But it's not an 800 or 866 number.

I worry that your rock has neuropathy. It hasn't moved in years.