sha na na, what's her name?
"Then we heard / Shouting that tore out
the light."
--Frank Stanford
the visual indifference of
"I don't think less is more. More is better."
a wire walk
through elusive poignancy w/ welding
mask anonymity...
an arctic palm tree, consolidated through
a telegraph of ivories--
decadent flowers under fluorescent light:
te deum, indeed,
an edge-of-the-lawn slow jam, for double bass & trombone;
o', aesthetic languor...
a wobbly aerial w/ balloons, kazoos, & bubbles
the wuthering heights
of talking
to pretty grrls on the telephone--
but here, i want you
to think of a 03.09.1983 single by madonna, as if
birds are similar
to thunderstorms, & lullabies...
baroque in sensibility--
as if some sense of hellish rhetoric
wd invite you to
TRAMPOLINE THAT TRIANGLE!
playing flute w/ the barrage of images shuddering past
my train's window seat
(“based upon limited information
or malicious falsifications.”)
grizzly bears & rain drops & all that
[90 proof] jazz--
consider, specifically, "oh! good goddamn,
scott pilgrim"
hi-fi tic tacs, or amy hempel
the colour of the ocean, today, as we
pastel away
to warmer weather & consumptive
aeries (asthmatic)
i cdn't cling to a heart
-screech...
hoisting up the rare-book roofbeam storm front
[somewhere]
fashion show i love you
stars & stripes, track & field forever--
in springtime
then the trajectory of a passing train's
...heirloom tomatoes?
hello, elizabeth
through a hurried afternoon i didn't look back
how retro
the woodwind guillotine
or all those days spent w/ letters
as the balcony
goes unheard, to whomever--
"to whoever set my truck on fire," photocopied
octnov 2010
through the hum of vintage
caution tape
the ferocious flashlights, calendared
at the harmonies
bridesmaid antidepressants
i yowl'd
"fuck you! trombones
& youth choirs" & straightforward
pertinence
then things got impertinent
untitled, or dead reckoning w/in the edges of a page
i hate being the slowest guy in the lab
or a psychologist
haunted by office plants...
b/c there's
so much exhilaration to ruminate upon—
how complex, yeah...
“how come the waiting room is crying?”
else, instead:
the sophisticated have a proclivity
an affinity
for emotionally complex
shades of lines
or other, more difficult impulses—
but i'm leaning more toward the amourous
these days, languorously
pretty, summeresque; taking on allure
w/ trauermärsche
& an erlenmeyer flask of single malt islay scotch...
mostly unrepentant
all winter, then the spring finding solace
on a love seat, alone again
or the story is filled w/ speculation & intrigue!
still, in situ, floundering
for distinction in the mfa since 2008,
what's worse, the nouns
the connotations of such strident symbols
pink plagiarism
(come to our fête, and show again that pea-green coat, thou pink of men!)
why, i am the very pinke of curtesie.
pinke for flower?
its embossed covers, with a lurid
“sunset”
palette of purples, pinks
and oranges and a bold use of foil
for to perfume
her rare perfection with some sweet-smelling
pinck epitheton
a few in regimental pinks
with ribbons
on their chests, had joined their wives and
were being told of the event
quite respectable,
i just talk and give them whisky, no touchy-feely,
no pink salon-type of behaviour
up before the lazy slut aurora
has put on her
pink to captivate the ploughboys
definitive result of which he had read
in the evening telegraph, late pink edition
‘eeyore’ smith absent-mindedly added
a dash of ‘pink’
to his evening aperitif
therefore, in japan, softcore pornographic
films are called pink movies
southern wild flowers & trees, large marsh
pink, flourishes
near the coast and from july
until september
unfolds its most beautiful flowers
from the frilled edge
of the flowers
— the verb
he said i was as fresh as a violet, and as fair as jessamy,
and as sweet as a pink
how was i? pretty much in the pink...
my cardiovascular
system...seems in good shape
--jstn
1 comment:
I'm pretty sure I've used "fuck you! trombones & youth choirs" a few times in my life... and I played trombone!
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