Thursday, March 29, 2007

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.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

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.