Live Nude Poems: LNP Manifesto

Live Nude Poems: LNP Manifesto

Pressure Press Pressurized

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we're all poets after 3 beers

some poets really have their shit together,
function, flourish, grow. it's a good
opposite to balance everyone else.

3 beers & a fuck thinks a poem up.
it isn't necessary the poem
says much. it's best it doesn't.

we shift thru panels of hours,
but knock
some panels over. a few slip

thru
exactly
perfect.

i want
to be
a surreal ballerina.

i want
horses
surging in city treetops,

futile
trapped
in skeleton wood bones.

blood drips
with rain, blood
drips without rain.

3 beers & on the 4th
is no place for
a poet.

it might
be
entertainment

but pure
poetry doesn't
entertain,

it
kills
you.

poetry shld save the world

poetry shld save the world
like jesus, an amerikan president,
the anti-christ, democracy,

extraterrestrial beings. poetry
shld switch like light, like
sky, like weather. poetry shld

change eyeballs,
change brain-waves,
change the pulse of blood.

poetry shld explode,
implode, upload,
lift a road like a sheet

of stone & tar
cracking,
crumbling. poetry

shld shift
weights,
stagger, drop

eggs from clouds,
bomb bombs,
echo echo.

poetry shld
unzip
us,

ass
&
all. poetry shld

shoulder hard
against
the shuddering wall of time.

poetry shld tune
a chocolate viola, an
instantaneous piano.

poetry shld be
wonder,
yes, as wild as

biology,
physics,
& the unknown cosmos.

what poetry shld be
& what poetry is
is between the poet

& modern eternity.
hooks of relativity.
melting molecules.