I Like Your Hat Merle--EPC Collaborative Poem #14

I Like Your Hat Merle

EPC Collaborative Poem #14

I am lost in the dark
with no where to go
I fall on my face
every little step I take
(CT)

if we had been less smarmy
granulated and charismatic, would
one not quite have made it past the
laundromat, or even tuesday?
and for the sake of a god-damned nickel?
for shame!
()

out there over
mountains beyond
trees bare mast sends
nothing more
(bm)

we walk like stoned flamingo
itching soft belly feathers
stopped in low green water.
(ra)

My father is a pathetic man
I think that the sky is blue for a reason
I am losin my mind in the presence of the active father
Someone please save me from this stage of deception
(MCT)

Slap me silly but bemused, I'll be
something other when the blue dawn
blusters over us, wheezing
with frozen breath. That we'll all be
less than what we were is endemic, if
a bit on the trite side, convenient
enough for positing proofs in a
proof-positive age like this.
Have you any gel tabs for this?
(G.S.H.)

peep off'n blagnene
(the whitcher spouns
a blenkest crump)
plate tectonic pottery slight
of phillips, flight of seam.
go file ya 'hmahmannarne' blinker's on twain
go refresh, home, fave, verbastion pump
my computer head dress
num locks the tattler with a guy flash
of spunt. abe it. aberaxiom
labs or hesit
colons the coloc
in gres(up). cro(upper). mag(uppist). na(uppestisima: tetologicidious Bocor.
un-dunce with the yellow spirax
just in case you phet doon for cunk.
(f)

On request I would present
my pierced and bleeding
heart checkerboard-patterned from
frequent blows of the mallet to pummel
hypersensitive meat
On the side my crinkled psyche put itself
in the line of fire, staggered, fell and like the immortal
it is, got up on hands and knees, shook clean and stood.
(LLD)

late late rabbit-like scrabbling away down
in subterranean caverns, pack them in
drink this, eat that
(pf)

sigh. without context,
a hand
clapping in the breeze
(t)

Ashley sent the letter
and found her new life in South Africa
she sometimes heard his voice
in the frogsongs
(cf)

minding the paper and plastic dilemma
minding the privacy question -
when you hit your head hard enough
no fireworks, only still to be named constellations
(JS)

the last sentence of your novel is
"Later, humans appeared."
(TXC)

This open field of divine passion,
calls me to dance with the world,
exult, be free to ignite pure life.
(AJS)

And he's drunk again.
I could slam pots and pans together or
throw a glass at the wall, but
he'd just laugh a little louder
ask when am I ever going to get laid.
It's like this when he's on leave
away from that endless sea
(KNT)

Sea mist rolls damp over the bank
(JB)

Thrown from the ruby red boxcar -
tumbled in the briars and the chemical dust
(R. J. C.)

The petals of a rose,
Or its droplets of haze:
The odyssey of life
Written in red.
(w)

Silent voices flutter past
I ask myself,
"How much longer will this last?"
Unwillingly my mind has been placed
In the clouds.
(LMB)

let us fly
there is yet time
(tw)

aye
i am
i am a fictividual of the wor;l;d
i am a fictividual of the wor;l;d that happens
to be a wowman
in africa
()

The stars are all so bright
as I look into the sky
The stars are all so bright
and I have to wonder why
They say that nothing's out there
we're all alone they say
They say that nothing's out there
it's impossible, no way
(SEB)

written equivalent of murmur
in someone's ear.
and my heaven
will be a big heaven.

________ stooping
_________

he raised turkey and what did he have
to show for it. nothing. a kidney stone
()

Man is speeding
Towards the dawn.
Can`t stop, don`t know which way to turn.
The sun is burning the twilight away -
Otherside of morning.
Can`t stop,
(RCG)

once more the courage
and freedom to follow the heart
(JKG)

the kiss that kills
wipes warm and clean
my worn out seams
died and gone
to heaven or hell
(FP)

let me tell you about a dream I had last night
of reptile pedestrian wander, mammals in flight

I watched and counted the feathers of a thousand
pharoahs marching, eyes sewn back in wanton
lust of a divine influence
(kb)

We found Immortality in a tumultuous kiss,
The world around us filled with bliss,
A ray of sunshine through a cloud stricken sky,
Our love filled the wells that had for so long been dry.
(KG)

Where all is worth the rest
Who shall attend?
Distinction between talent and tenacity
unheard of.
I could dream all this
And wake to find, my thoughts unconsummated
The linen crumpled
(p)

He offers his outline
to the water's surface -
Instead of his image
tree branches flow
from grey ripples,
reaching, yet never reaching
the blackness -
their images dissolve as quickly
(lt)

sunday summers stretch long as california coasts waves swelling in the sweltering heat hoping for summer shadows long across the sand
(eBu)

The creature stirs in my head,
nowhere to run wants me dead.
the rage stills grows; pain untold,
forever wanting someone to hold.
theres no one to blame I did it all,
the suffering ends I take the fall.
my body tingles I feel at ease,
Its finally over no one to please.
(drw)

Kathy Acker's dead, she never made your bed, she'll never do your laundry, she went to hell instead, she's arguing with beelzy baby to let her girlfriend go, some dish\y dike it's a long argument, k disses the dyce trying to convince mephisto he's got a d

d, those flabby labia hang halfway to the floor her tongue is smaller than a thhumb, Phisto lays a spred, 23 preparations of camel testicals some in rhubarb leafs k demurs feigns her bloods hard to keep the camel down between cramps Stoppo orders the clo

wns to amuse her eight klowns each carrying an inflated three metre polyvinyl penis she was slightly amused but when he tried to feed her she projectile vomited all over his throne while Eurydice amused herself with diablo's tail and KA is reincarnated

as the nineteen twenties horn player Valaida Snow known as Little Louis. Kathy Acker's dead, long live Kathy Acker! Queen of Demockrasy.
(z)

Frozen waves
Shimmering cold
in elastic veins
Melting, tearing, flowing
Edges smoothed by conflict
(EB)

flipping from corner to corner
ascii i can't spell
i need to breath onto the keyboard
i need life in these fingers
lost, without hope of digital redemption
lost at sea with two halfz of a board
and every bard that has drowned before me
(df)

My dog is named Baby
And I don't mean mamby
She is nice and sweet
But she likes to eat meat
She is nice to be oround
But she is just a silly hound
(A.M.F.M.)

rhythmic humming,
lullaby of the clothes dryer,
caressing me to sleep's blurry edge,
dream...
(KMS)

LIFE DOES NOT SUIT ME
FOR I NO LONGER LIVE
FROM THE PAIN THAT TEARS ME IN HALF
AND LEAVES ME UNWHOLE
YET NOW I SMILE
FOR THERE IS NOTHING LEFT
AND ONCE AGAIN I LIVE
IN MY DEATH
(JC)

Even here
"downunder"
the roots of
"a poetics"
said with twisted fingers
come slowly
to find
Ms. Brown
standing hurriedly
before remembering ...
(LEP)

neither through the seduced forest nor lightly over the twinkling cadenzas
of smoke nor the ocean's corrupted labia nothing
salvaged no optic dizzily no minted excelsior sweetly the desolation
(ac)

Life is a dream of rippling waves
clutching at a sign painted Jesus saves
banking rocks in dragon caves.
Which is how I became a journalist.
(AL)

Purple rain drips in my eyes
when I ride an electric alligator
down cement canyons between glass
cathedrals where computer gods
calculate how many human souls
throb blood vessels full of sunlight.
(AL)

It is the time of year to plump
feather pillows. Summer crosses
its legs, leans back in
the recliner, urging us to
unpack the afghans. She whispers,
"Winter and sleep and deaths of their own
kind, peeping in at the windows."
(bwc)

Beam me a rainbow, Rose.
I gotsta get it, blow, blow me down.
I sailor is I AND I am so sorry.
Fat is good so, why do I have to lose fifty.
"the captain will be pleased is why."
Then to start as green as the sea is godly.
Sally is uniform. Maybe so!
That's it I do love to look sharp.
The Mariners are tops.
(GN)

noodles go down my throat, wet and slick
like water
(sl)

Here reclines a tumbled and
Revered divinity
Her abrupt death
Was an unforseen event
Her family diasis was an
Ancient one.
Her pedestal now stripped
Off
It`s gold and silver.
(RCG)

j u x t a p o s i t i o n
(jn)

Through bug gut glass
I stare through the highway haze
and I wonder
Shall I be forever exhausted?
(JB)

white window mountain top, petite bucket
of appreciable wind, none. "like blowing a tune
into an ant-leg hollow," whose high-heeled foot
is this petite white window.
(ChO)

narcissus without a mirror
the lover carves into his soul
the model of the beloved
the phantasmic vampire
has devoured his entire soul
(mm)

Drab shades and muted color mothball our feelings.

While pain inflicts a wheel of spikes outside itself
rarely upon the true culprit.

Thus shared is the memory of misdirected rage
(JCL)

He wondered at the beginning,
that essence of his sin,
though he knew his world's view of him,
he knew not when it began.
By began I mean the schism between
what he would say and what he would mean.
He knew that corruption starts small,
a harmless kiss, an innocent embrace.
Now easier after that first fall,
the back and forth of monkey mind,
(jh)

THERE IS A WORLD BEYOND
THE STRUCTURE OF THE CRYSTAL.

WHAT MEETS THE EYE, THE EAR
A SNEER OF PAIN, A SNARL OF LIGHT SUSTAINED
FOR LIFE REFRAINED.
(i)

what do you do
when the time in-between
becomes the only time left?
(sjm)

common unbonds

there i sit, poking away at plastic keys whilst
staring in a half dazed state at a screen,
barely making out the glowing text under the
layers of dirt and neglect. the mind opposite
my own right now emulates a florescent shrug
to the icons of "the good life"; there's no such
thing as a picket fence in his world.
(jg)

My thoughts are wandering like Jellyfish,
Blue sky filled with clouds are my favourite dish.
And in the silence of a station-hall,
I can hear my memory fall;
Falling like drops of dripping fluid.
(J.O.)

JUST B4 HE OPENED HIS EYES

he thought he was still alive
just before he woke he failed
to see a flippant hand
flicking switch to 'off'
(lt)

Iłll leave it
for
later
(jw)

I don't know.

What this is about,

where this is going,

why i am writing,

who is reading this...

where it fits.
(e)

The evening sky -- lacerated
by the ruthless day --
slowly bleeds red,
waiting for darkness
to dress its wounds.
(MMS)

How far the silver strands go
as I make miles of memory
spider in my car.
(d)

In the hallway beyond
My door left a little open
By the last student seeking
Entry to my class slouch others
(sf)

Everything, even the windows
the doors on fire,
everything's alight.
There's a bicycle race going on two blocks away.
No smoke.
(jss)

I saw you once a mirage of the silent rainbow
The chills from you calm eyes placed a bow on my tenderness
That was late in the year when the drummers marched towards the dark..
O you so wet with delight and light
may nothing seek you
but the morning glory of my love
I will sail on..travellers such as I never find their home
for we turn back always to gather the missing years.
(KOA)

i close my eyes
his mouth descends to mine
long dark hair
falling in soft waves
as silk to lean shoulders
enclosed in his curtain
i escape from reality
lost in smooth skin
stretched over delicate bones
(swh)

outstretched
across the serenity of the night
are the arms of my love
searching for a hand to hold
your hand is found, yet
i still seek it
(rhr)

from 4 to 5
and not from death to live
thus vica versa
that is how it is
(JO)

Crawling
from beneath
the Black Ooze
of common misconception
breaking free
of "freedom's" fetters
I dance on the edge
of gravity
(WJM)

over the edge we go
never knowing the depth of our awareness
seeming to move so slow
but in consciousness
we grow
(ml)

His foot fell off, seriously.
A bad break?
He slowly limped into the dusty west,
the hazy lazy sun leading him home.

Beware of the doctor with the gun.
They shoot horses so they say.
(SMG)

smoke
if they are to be believed
is found always at the fire
though not
very apparent
it's true for that immense cloud over
the pacific or
the icy breath of a tramp
or the lazy circles over the prisoner
it's always there, fire.
(s)

You will cry no more for freedom
Extinction solved that incessant scream
Death came in a hail of fear and greed
Destroying your very soul
Wiping out the heartfelt need
Who speaks for the indian now?
After all thats been and gone
The plains that whisper silently
With the ghost Apache dawn
No more the pipe of peace my friend
(n.w)

"The Baseball Dream"

Ever since I was 5 years old, I always wanted
to play baseball with my older brother and his friends but, they
would never take me because of my height.
Every Saturday, they would always go to the park, and bring
their gloves and bats and come home all dirty and the smell of sweat all over.
()

Where shall I go when I am old?
Does a River ever end?
Where shall I go when I am old?
Do the stars disappear when the clouds roll in?
(ET)

How to Say Goodbye

One who would rather hold is head down,
than to look at you...
will look to the ground
and turn away...
This means HE thinks...
You have no say.
(EDT)

I can't do it right now
(sh)

and the clock goes round,
like other peoples' lives.
(HM)

Tis a fine thing to be the pope
He cares and aides for those without hope
Even in times of hate and pain
he treats them all equally, the same
Tread lightly on thoughts of his holiness
For one more might bring a shingled shame.
Wear you hat
(P.M.)

lines of poetry seem to come from four directions
not compass points on this Earth
but some internal pull that guides the hand
unified only in a desire to unify
(KCR)

Arise from the sins of your destiny
reach for the heights in love
take, that which your heart yearns for
and throw all caution to the winds
breath as life was breath its self
and as your heart beats faster
increase the speed of life
live as if there is no morrow
(P.A.W.)

I asketh not, o maiden fair,
to feast upon thy lips of wine,
to nestle in thy golden hair,
or press my blushing cheek to thine.
But I to thee a gift shall make,
a gift of all eternity,
that we together might partake
in heaven's sweetest rhapsody.
(NJB)

laying in my bed
i think hopefilled thoughts of you

come and lay with me
come and dream
come to hear
don't ever let me wake up
(DEMF)

You, you
But, who are you ?
I talk to you
I dream you
No reply
No help coming from you
You, indifferent Beauty
A dreadful whisper
In an unmoved silence.
(Y)

Once and only once, I will pass,
through this toilsome world-enmass,
and if a kindness I may show,
or a good deed I can do,
for a suffering fellowman,
let me do it while I can,
I must not delay,
for it is plain,
I shall never pass this way again.
(JED)

We concern ourselves with things that matter not
And we worry excessively until we're almost dead
When in truth, if we were as genius as we think
The only color of importance should be, the color RED!
(jk)

All cannot or
these, working again
had spent

what lips lined with what
none can
(sch)

A Bundle of joy

little baby, you bring us joy
counting your fingers and those toes
looking at that button nose
eyes so bright and so blue
not much hair, that is true
smiles play upon your mouth
smell of baby talcum-powder drift up my nose
(PH)

Her face crumpled like magnolia blossoms

littering the ground
(KT)

the hush of their breathing
a cell-phone winces in an aisle of Target
bushy-headed mama
fucks me near the T-Fal glow
(ejr)

sometimes i fall asleep with nothing but thoughts of you
and i wake with the warm feel of your body. you are
unlike any other i have ever known. what is it about you?
(that feels so right?)
i feel your eyes on me again
i am falling asleep~
(CA)

I do not hear my mouth move waves of words...
Neither I see atomic love cooking this corpse.
No... this house is not a home...
(m.p)

snow makes the sound "tomb" as it falls
(rc)

gratitude that shakes apart the mountains
(nb)

Weeding the People

Like when the cotton is young,
And fight the grass for sunlight
And with each trying to conquer the other.
Only then do I get a nice
Sharp hoe and weed the grass.
Killing all the grass that
Keeps the sunlight from the cotton.
(bwm)

I have seen and I have smiled
I have listened and I have weeped
To those who have looked the other way
Take someone into your heart
Their love is yours to keep
(JHG)

The dawn has come and it is angry. It has seen the waste and it has pledge to clean it up. We can only hope it does.
(cas)

Beauty can produce poetry but, love can create miracles.
(kmc)

KIM
"I am a schizophrenic"
And she probably is
"I am an installation artist"
Her mother was Irish, she died when she was twelve
"I speak English words but they are dead"
I suppose her father is Italian
(C)

I run around in circles
chasing my imaginary tail -
'How about that? 'I ponder briefly -
without slowing down.
(scc)

The leaves; bold, crisp.... a true enjoyment of life
(LC)

I am the frustrated genius
Playing god on the keys
It's only the need for god in the genius
That makes genius out of god
Deposit 100 now
(R.S.)

the morning dew
against my skin
like wet kisses
wanting to come in
(vw)

Days begin and days end
Often fleeting, like the wind
My eyes reflect what I have seen
The slate is suddenly wiped clean.
(J.R.A.)

In all that that wonders threw time and space, we will never know
(AB)

she was different this year
throwing rolls-vicious
we laughed when she flapped her arms-everybody's turkey
she found humor in her age maybe?
everyone wants to know-what will i be like?
(sww)

Yet, the End will come.
Just as He said.
You can believe.
(CES)

never ending sound of waves
crashing on the landy shores
sense their hearts they could not save
Were beaten by the wooden oars
(sac)

I like your hat,
it looks real fat,
it reminds me of that sadistic
little Cat in the Hat!
(pv)

Sing of flowers,
sweet droweress
it will get better,
I promise.

Love is made in spring
(saw)

The sight was bright.
I squinted to see,
My eyes watered,
I turned my head away.

I tried to see the light again.
It FLASHED.
I looked again.
It was gone.
(ABY)

The poem that I write
Will make your day bright!
But, the day is blue and the day is sad
As you read this poem you will be glad!
(scf)

The bomb
The genius
Gravediggas
Forever
(n.b)

HIS LOVE IS SO POWERFUL IT CHOKES ME.
NOT THAT I DON'T ENJOY BEING CHOKED.

MY LOVE IS SO POWERFUL I CHOKE HIM BACK
(EAH)

rain hits my face like a cold shower
I feel refreshed with nature's natural remedy
I look down the shore and I see rabbits grazing
Rain hits my face like a cold shower
It refreshes the world around me.
(snw)

filled with many fishes in the sea
big or small-all good to me
(czc)

In this state of seeing things
through a different light
thought process provoke me
To seeing wrong or right
(RCL)

One day the sun was shining,
the sky was blue,
and were not aware that just offshore
a storm was building.

Slowly the tide came in,
it continued to rise,
past the banks, past the road,
to the cars, to the houses,
and the people were trapped on
this sunny day,
by a storm that raged somewhere far away.
(mav)

a gesticulation of haste
two marbles congregating on the rim
a child--such rippling of skin--abandons feet for knees
pages tearing themselves from leather spines
(MK)

If you know where the parrot is
that makes the watch's mainsprings whiz,
then just imagine pickled beets,
and orange stains upon the sheets.
(CM)

Is your name Sailor. Are you here to die. We go to Acaba.
Take your meal with Gunny. The one with scared eyes, and pissed pants, downstairs.
(jd)

and once i saw the thing,
i knew ,
in the deepest corners of my brain,
that it was over and all was done.
(MR)

I like her pink all over, even under the eyebrows
(mgb)

Imprinted
This earth whispers a level word
About forgotten secrets
Where imprinted tombs are pushed
Squished up between knuckles
Where the hand has fallen
Down into moist tilled earth
(rhp)

In the farthest corner of sky
a sound; small delicate bubble
of wild whispering, splits me
(cwb)

In the farthest corner of sky~
a sound; small delicate bubble

of wild whispering, splits me
(cwb)

the torture chambers
of our mind,
hide,
collide,
disguise,
the plight of freedom,
of might...
(C)

you got to believe in your heart
you got to believe in your soul
someday you'll know it
(sw)

as the clouds hang
pushed low by cold air
set to fire by city lights
()

A FLOCK OF BIRDS, IN GEOMETRIC FLIGHT
(M.H.)

As sun drenched skies kiss the morning dew
The encantatoes fly amidst the clouds locked in their hue

The mountains beckon the sea to dance upon the shore
Carrying the sea turtle upon the golden sand once more

Struggling amongst the jagged rocks she stops
looking above, frozen with fear
Hearing the echo, seeing the shadows
All too familiar striking near.
(M.H.)

sand in wind
speaks to me like truth
shearing my excess souls
(cr)

Consequences......
Just the chancre infesting my heart
just the hollow, achiness of your breath
(m.t.)

The crappy misunderstanding of becoming haunts my dawns.
Waking UP is a coagulation in the corner of my eye.
Magnified, however, the scientist might find a growth
in that corner.
A growth; without compromise unlike any other mutation known.
Under the scope of
sleepwake
It appears sanguine and effervescent not unlike
A scent en passe.
(I.E.)

iam my own judicial normalcy
abstracted by mutations
chained by my commonness.
you cannot penetrate this; though I thrive on you.
the glass is thick and buttery and diffused
you interest me from the outside.
what excites me is the isolated struggle to pierce it.
my persona burns down a slow stick in ritual
uniform.
(i.e.)

it isnt the collaboration
it isnt the contribution
confabulation rings to the tune of the importance of folly
it is the importance of folly.
(dk)

the swells approach the shore,
serpents smothered in
dusky cloth, and snap
like a towel. Leaving
only the remnants of spray
in the wind.
(w)

Small browm face and yellow car
Mannila sky and cancer lung
Retina and moment interface
media history and whoops[!] missed the armageddon scoop[again..]
Small brown face and yellow car
(T)

If none
then
if one
then
if I
then
should the rose in rosary rewind
the bitter beads
(kh)

slipping through realistic poos
of thought into musty dens
of surreal posturing nicely
describes what starts in my brain
and flutters past my teeth
at that moment when the tough
usually get going
(mss)

None of the dry lakes
None of the dusty roads
All of the stars
(BRR)

Hearts bleed for the sign of the times
(Don't hold it so high, read in between the lines)
Stop playing the part, be what YOU want to be
(Don't give in or your soul will pay)
Might as well throw your body into the grave... now
Follow the others, they'll show you how
(How to die with ignorance of the meaning of life)
All taken in is the trouble, the strife
(A)

That shell you dwell in the dew drops as background: Arachnid poses form and settles the scuttled night plans since the movie's sold out in the suburbs; and the romantic twilight of your day, slipping off to sleep as the train derails in Mahwah. I could

've sold my paintings to the Unitarians, the Baha'i gas station clerk, the Italian rubbing my back just now, but my mood is all wrong for these trials. I'd rather reach a apex. Farm out the thought crop. Cringe at the singed edges of another syringe bi

nge.
Then return to you, my wife,
your soft hands and bone marrow transplants pencilled in lightly, the erotic names on the pill bottles and their sweet smell of chlorine and eye wash. Fondle the sharp plastic disposable grommets plagued by Millenium Virus 2.1.
Then regain composure, find the grain, write a wrong.
Complete, the last monster I created began to invent a monster which looked a lot like me. After perfecting long blonde hair and lanky appendages, she set out carving a cheekbone, kneecap, high thigh and hip with deer tick bite, pubic hair, appendix scar

, etc.
This last, the pink flesh perfect-fused, proved difficult. She replaced it, exasperated, with the word "scar."
(CL)

haggard the way
it sounds;
a degenerate in the slow
etchings of a day-
-acquainted with
a shadow's breathing
or the nights when you
held them deeply,
and consumed them
in refuge of your soul...
(cmf)

FIGURES

greasy voices
moaning about
a bunch of regrettable byes

inventory of recollections
assaulting on the poet's eyes
one private
two painful
three negligible

the empty canvas is impregnated with
fa‡ades fallacies fakes
one sweet-tasting image
two solvable metaphors
three always tired hints
(LC)

not or been lost
can't lose if
yoy
you
you
sam bill frank in the infirmary
lost
sole
soul?
or shoes?
no, no, no no?
Who said?
Shakespeare "for it is I that lie dead like a fish?"/
No, no no. no no non on onono nononononononon on o.
(co)

Neither nor either
the same or similar
To me nor to him
Or to her - I forgot

Last but not least
is not or is
If you follow
Is is not but the least
of my problems.
(MH)

La la, la-la, lala, lala lalalalalallalal
Hmmmm, Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, Hmmm, hem.
Hem, he-hem.(!)

two.

Cordon bleu
Gordon bleu
Bleu de Gordon.
Gordon de de de de de de d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d.
Data. Data. Data. Data.
Dada.
Dada.dadad.adada.dadad.
(MH)

A gain
again
again
again
again
again
and
adiue
adiue
adiue
adiue
at
appointment
(H)

The warm morning sun
peeks in through my window
caressing my still-closed eyes
A soft breeze whispers
words of promise and hope...
(K)

the stars are slippery
dangling from my belt
(NH)

on the highway
stop and go
right heel worn down
from the scraping
the cycle resets
on Mondays

I need a new ritual
(lag)

While playing solitaire
with his visions, some
Lady's daydreams, and
a stranger's empty hat
still warm from the drive
He scuffs the carpet in
breathtaking patterns
similar to those of the
morning jogger down on
Woodward
(RDT)

where we shadows climb
or clamber or crouch or wander
hesitantly
as if inspecting our future

(cue laughter)
(djb)

With only thought for company, I sit alone...
My body unwilling to move.
Sunday morning always brings reflection...
The quiet answering questions unspoken,
And creative ideas come to me.
(RSC)

A thousand tiny people
who climb broken walls
in search for validation
pouncing on our calls
(ii)

Looking for Mike Basinski
For specific poetic
and language science studies
Help me
(ii)

as is well I may weight Rose
retrieve the red from the cigarette
whose lips it lined too heavy
for permanent stems where your neck
(dw)

I spank the monkey of the past I define used words with empty spaces
tiny hands will always be on me probing my insides with his soft eyes
I lay like an empire of a hidden nation watch the boy lust my face with his!
(mc B.T.)

Ode to Merle Haggardy

Poet of a thousand hearts
Thou muse to me when I sleep
and show me pigeons
with which to fly
escape
unto dark caverns
of restlessness.

Ah, I cannot sleep
because pigeons.
(c)

Ode to Haggardy.

For you my friend
I'd do most anything.
Listen, closely to the sound
OF river rats.

IS not that you Merle?
Muse of the people's hearts.
Shhh. He speaks:
Merle ...

Rabbits. Rabbits. Rabbits.
(GH)

Nightsyndromida.

Night last
caverns upon which I descended
Dark like the night
night like the dark.

Dysfunction of the ventral
Versus abdominus.
The increase is formidable.
Shut the valve.
(MH)

Ode to the Great: Merle

The wings of the dove
A room with a view
These are the sings
I say to you: Merle.

Merle, Merle, Merle
Whirl me around
As if my mind were a ballerina
Without the tu too.
(PHD)

Fiximilitus

Recent evidence has shown
neutral zones within psychology
conservative interventions
functional holding postures.

Such settlements
may require ten (10) working days
(all discrepancies
died in humiliation).

We want to thank you
(MH)

Ode to the Great: Merle

The wings of the dove
A room with a view
These are the sings
I say to you: Merle.

Merle, Merle, Merle
Whirl me around
As if my mind were a ballerina
Without the tu too.
(PHD)

Simplicisimus

Iconographic disaster.
Playing with a map
of the scintillator.

Shhhhhh.
Ok. Ok. Thank-you
eh.
Yes.
Ok. Good.
()

He speaks to us

In words of blue
to the soul oso buco.
(v)

I canna say whut it is,
but you are the one.
Oh, Lass, Oh Lass
You bring the fire upon me.

There's drifts of snow
that's melted now,
and I'm drowning
in the pit.
(J.D.)

YOU HAVE KEPT ME HARBORED
WHEN I NEEDED TO BE AT SEA
ANCHORED WHEN I NEEDED TO DRIFT
BUT NOW ,ONLY NOW, I SEE THE WISDOM
OF YOUR LOVE.....
(M.J.G.)

sacred secrets whispered
under moonlight's intoxicating cover.
drunk I was
foolishly trusting the strength of two hearts,
two tortured souls
one faltered- the other flew on.
a lesson forced down my throat,
a pain so great I cringe at the thought of the next
night fall...full moon...love.
(SDD)

Cool babes sat watching as the seals wandered aimlessly through the zoo
(RB)

Will you guys put together a MERLE hAGARDY COLLECTION.
There is rumour in the community that he is sending his work
here.
(BH)

windstorm polishes the island
yesterday window broken
I swept up
all the neighbours said thank you
(s)

Below the street is wind and only wind -
the mountain (Devil's Peak) having been stolen
only the white cloud backlights
two chimney pots swiveling like alert birds...

Air pressure rattles the sashes -
The oleander outside Alexander's house
waves drowning blossoms.
(mc)

~Rain~
Light and then
dark again
the skies roaring
like lions
dark clouds over head
angels tears falling
all around
jealousy for
the two lovers
running and laughing
in the
rain
(MLB)

I hear hypnotic words
running from her wandering lips
in wet thoughts
and I
justifying
through my pages of poems
(TC)

There's not a simple reason for us
being - a dim path's sunlight to illuminate
our joy - testing to fill ourselves with
each other's love - I cross the void
making more of happiness - as I have
you soft in my arms - we hope
for a few moment's sweet arousal - taken
passion your joy shared second's my lifetime
(RJH)

Stretching the hands upwards towards God
The body stiffens and gets weighted down
Over the sea the sky looks on fire
burning bright in the clear light
(pcjc)

"TWO LITTLE ANGELS"

The days were so special when I realized. The feelings I had, I was hypnotized. The coming of two little angels of love. I knew too well, they were sent from above. How little they were, when they first arrived. The feelings of happiness, I'm surely surpr

ised. I glanced in their eyes, as they gazed into mine. Two little angels of hope, God gave me a sign. Now time is passing day by day. My two little angels from God is growing up I'd say. Soon it will come to the point of anew. When they find them a love

and bid me adieu. I know I will dread, the day when their grown. My two little angels will leave me to walk alone.
(kb)

The Art of Gilles De Rais

Whatever anemic minds cannot easily define
With but a stroke of brush or blade I can demystify
The body my subject my canvas my media
(ja)

a godhead sungun
blasting sweet saki tsunamis
down the slippery solipsistic
fuckall marlhole
of my evening
(ja)

A new day dawns in darkness and in candlelight.
My mind seems to rush ahead of the coming light.
(RSC)

Clear this form and formless
drift.

(dm)

shh! not a word. the silence is sacred here.
shh...speak with your touch
(br)

a man can dance and a woman can fight
but the government steals our money, their tight

kids can vote and animals have a right,
now our president has secret relations at night

we ask ourselves if civil unjustice is back
let's just go and take over Iraq
(J.J.B.)

Today was the day I'll never forget
As I saw a man lose his life to debt
his wife was right there holding his hand
I sat there and thought why, why this man?

When he made his leap he landed in grace
but the splatter of blood was in his fate
as he tried to get up his wife screamed with horror
I sat there and watched his face white from torture.
()

Tribulation tales fingering straight up in anger,
while the hissing steams up the mirror.
"That cat's vain jazz-daddy!"
Too afraid to use the full name in blasphemy,
though he himself had touched the stranger.
(MSB)

I am in my box
Thinking of the out there,
Anyone, might be
Touching
If any can be contemplated in the
Toronto maze of constructed boxes
(lsu)

Me and Your Life

You told me that you would always be here for me
Is that really true?
You told me to hold on and to always be strong, is that what I really
should do? I'm here for you like and winter and a summer midnight blue but all I ask of you...is...
To always love me and keep me close to your heart.
I want nothing less than the bes
t
t
t for us both and to you and for me I will always treasure everything as a token of the love between us.
(l)

Errant dream do I deem you mine, or
Closet my burning need to write this vision
Boldly upon the sky.
Such passion fires my veins to dream you in real verse.
You are in my cup, on my plate, beneath my sheets.
How you sound like a silvery gong inside my head.
(c.a.c.)

poodle mass the rabid mogo, SOMETIMES !! right?
HA !! the fripulous frajulent fricka frass
slides by my mo me my mo maggle, i pity
the poor poople cinder butt no knows
PROGRESS IS THUS you sheethedded dedmen dooples, SEE !!
when will u lern the fours of contagious argasms, PRICK !!
super sexy fabulicious poodle chews yer wepen,
now (am the words tightier than the hole? uh oh, hee hee)

((riddle))
()

I walked along the river; a gentle breeze kissed my face
leaves flew around my ankles and I thought of you
(T)

--INVISIBLE--

I can feel you all around me
as your aura embraces me tightly;
And your body lulls my senses
making my mind defenseless.
(mem)

GRADUATION CEREMONY

The poet
was graduated and cried
sheer emotion
- they thought -
and not
a misinterpretation
the degree
so honourably received
turned him
into another dangerous
doctor
(CP)

Lone silver shadows appear to kiss each single
grain of sand amidst these jungle mists... Holy,
so-smokey, hours ticker-tocker by, one-by-one.
Wild blue Congo monkey awakens wildly at dawn,
with foggy eyes, hungering for the pulse of drums.
(ena)

so many avenues in thought
should you give it up, or not?
my mind goes too many places,
I live emotions in too many races
I don't believe we can't be a peace,
but my soul unresting leaves me
I'm a contradiction in the works
and I can't make sense of my discourse
with who will I be able to combine
when the world turns me upside down
if I was strong I would be able to survive
and tell the world, don't worry, let it lie.
(tl)

in the hall, under
open trees empty
eyes catch traces
of derelict phrases
(pjd)

- she weeps in the dark, when no one can hear.
-alone with her pain, she battles her fear.
-for the things that have been, and what is before...
-she thinks of her life, can there ever be more?
-she's languished so long, with worry and strife.
-Its hard to remember, when living had LIFE.
(JR)

I began this way, no stickerbushes,
or honeysuckle tripping me up
on the way to lakes, just wheelies
on the way to the water tower.
(DMN)

the full moon glows quietly
like a mourning dove in the night
poised to take flight
alone
(RCA)

Day breaks on the horizon
the smell of the grass, freshly cut
combined with the staring sun
and we all drift back to the world of the dead
the tired sleeping bodies of
the next generation
(H)

who understands me
when I say
hope is fear's invention?
(k.t.)

Gentle remembrances caught within a moment...
silently screaming to be released...
bright, white glare of your impatience...
and i'm left unsure of the direction..
(KAB)

rending yes and saying more
rending yes
did @ pivot
just keep it to yourself and i'll be
when you feel a comearound in the making
(m d t )

aging melodies
filling the air with dusty, crisp sound
the players, lost in the whirling of their tenuous harmony
beg for our attention with their soulful execution
of another man's
fanciful dream
(la)

Sleepless night, alone again, listening to the rain, finding comfort in a slow jam. I gaze at the phone, and check the caller id, but there is no call from you awaiting me. I think of a million reasons to excuse your absence. I am holding on the the pa

st, refusing to face what is present.
(SI)

Ghost

I sit under this tree and I remember,
You and I close together,
Keeping warm against a cold September.
We talked of days past and days that will never be,
You and I under this tree,
()

Emotions of the unknown

Bulging, Blackened, Bruises,
upon external dwelling.
Darkness, Drawing, Deep,
inside intestinal bearings.

Happy, hilarious, hunger,
upon external viles.
Fake, phony, phibs,
behind fascinating smiles.
(JCM)

A bed of nails and
Brahms warbling the tragic
I turn
and hammer me
home.
(dkw)

This star was never mine
a baby boy
who passed this way from sleepy time
(TS)

they tear away at the heart
everyone grabs and
they all take a part
what do they leave you?
Empty
()

they tear away at the heart
everyone grabs and
they all take a part
what do they leave you?
Empty
(AP)

there
you are
some where

waiting
for a word

is it
this word?

where you are
waiting
for a word
(rf)

Upon the inner soul, which no man really knows,
Is a urge to have a unique unity with someone.
Unknowingly, the mind searches rapidly, to feel at peace.
That peace that beats all understanding,
Is but a Prayer away, a confession of desperate sorrow,
A soul searching cry unto the Creator, who stands at our
heart; waiting - to hear our choice.
(DJA)

The stormy heart of desire breaks which the winds of defeat
some can not chose the ways that there heart beats
I can not chose the rhythms in which my eyes blink.
(js)

The reflection with the same reaction
(D.F.)

And now, for something completely different...

i am bug i am a wasp i am a beetle
why am i dead?
oh yeah, someone stomped and stopped on me.
well, now they are the ones to lose out
because i'm smeared
***ALL OVER***
the bottom of their shoe and i just
secreted a toxic ooze that will give them

_-_the hiccups_-_
(JRS)