EPC Collaborative Poem #5
was-
hing through the stolen clothes,
the patched linens escape
at their
lines breaks
concentrative efforts
was the trilobite
to hard too chew out
of your past when father chiseled it
from the corner of the clearance rack
at Mike's Rock Shop in Cripple Creek?
after all, a Midwestern accountant is no
archaeologist frisking a triggerfish, the unfurling rope
the romp encounters a vacation music
all exit bjeezus,
the shirt unbuttoned and off
first on her floor
then the lazurite tiled bathroom hampers
dampen the exchange of North Star
hallway greetings
clean the thinner that coats
the grayer convex
mask car
raids the garage
and into the belly of oak
you hide
what swarms
is only waiting to excrete
around bone & de-eggwhited wit
(crab/barc)
I'm not feeling inspired.
(w.h.e.w.)
You're not my inspiration
Anymore
We've just nothing to share
Anymore
You're not part of my life
Anymore
And I just don't care
Anymore
(SWC)
You bury me in my grave
one cold and damp from rain
Six feet of Darkness lie above me
Atop my casket of pain.
Why do you hate me so?
Why set that silent curse?
For I'd die ten times over
Yet your torture would be worse.
Do you enjoy seeing me suffer?
Watching my soul slowly die?
Just ignoring me wasn't enough,
You had to see me cry.
You've given me a reason to hate you
or just ignore you instead...
But why further harm a friendship
That is already three weeks dead?
In closing, I promise one thing:
That no more tears will fall.
For I'm well experienced in pain,
and my heart has felt it all.
()
Without and thin the cheek
to cheek the rectified quill rare
fired measure to
measure leak skin
understood: this word when it stood under
what was done with it
above my bed a full
length laugh below
a heap of be
liefs
now and forever hold
the tongue the write to lie hold
apart the silly putty notion from the
antiquated claim
(insert a retrograde cruise missile here)
I am impossible but I have legs you
can scale the minds
of your own business an angel's destiny how
many years you walk minus the ones spent running
can match up the modifier ageless
to divine
the well-executive dive at the end of the line
(AR)
The image blurred into the watery window
and the scene glanced through me like a blackbird.
I turned from the window to go, and then
two old men chalked skew towards me.
(DLD)
calling threat
by now received
on 12 creation the almanach
convenient to the forth well
numbered in rapid homing
(cb)
within a lost beautiful sky
i find the taste that i forgot before
haunting, and blue it seemed
to cool my skin
from the burning fire of a gaze
i cannot forget
(J.F.)
Skyways ...
burning bright, shifting night
I look up, curving my neck
height sinking - ever so slightly.
Mild renewal of patter on the chatterlines
chattering stool of ink on the flatter lines
cowering husk of a man in the by-lines
wallowing over the stink of sublime
Help!
I need somebody
Help!
Not just anybody
Was that Ringo, or did I just hear
the ring go? Who knows?
(dk)
Ten years! Ten winters have passed with the
brevity of ten short summers and again I repose here
on this snowy glide--with you, with you, dear brother
at my side.
(ght)
trudge them always is
a
repulsive
a mean
delicate vision
of black
sweet death
pink
garden
(k o'h)
goe soule
in walshingham
and pisse not
upon thir ashes
(kk)
huuuuuuurgh ---- no more
FACTS & MEASURES
aftER tWO KiWi'S
Next line BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR -( bad connection)
(any word) went there ...
after TWO kiwi's one APPLE
(two kiwi's after)
where
before and then jik
but as thyw djr &stiu
paraij paradise rewrought
(CP)
dawn cracks the sky with flames
red sky in the morning
take warning-take warning
(ref)
Words have a beginning...in the beginning was
Words have a beginning...in the beginning was
The Word
Life had a beginning...in the beginning was
Life had a beginning...in the beginning was
The Word
(z.a.d.o.k)
What to say when the white screen stares at the unblinking eye. Will this
work? Staring at the bright lite that knows all and tells nothing.
(MM)
The house is buffeted tonight
winds from south and east
driving rain
& wondering
where winter is
(rf)
Water runs down the middle of the street
rain changing to snow
Voices from an open window
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you too!"
(rf)
Gondwana - an extension of the central nervous system
the difference between the sun rising in the west and continental drift
geologic currents direct the main switchboard
(jrs)
I have a hunch my stomach wants its lunch
Though it won't grow concave I am its slave
(ROT)
suicide as self defense is a way of life
(tbjn)
it's a puzzle
why you try and muzzle
me
who could eat right out
your hand
without hurting
now it's like that
you got some kind of trouble
I that leasch and double
take
run right out the door
what's more I don't you
though hate's too strong
a word
that's all it'd take
some soft touch
maybe a nice cuddle
look I'm not some nothing
bundle
you can't just toss me
aside
()
heavy with history
sightless passionate bursting fruit (smell of urine)
fingers thick with earth and blood and probing foul
unbreathable
this is the beginning, the descending, the pulsations
declining desire
(HJS)
this is not a poem
()
Timid, he creeps
on bleeding knees;
crooked elbows,
like bony wings of conscience.
tucked tight-
quivering.
(nts)
Clicking my heels
is not like clicking these keys.
There is no home. No yellow brick road
to a well written poem.
(msb)
You live at Cheshire said John
(spm)
Ashbery is a place to hang
(spm)
weigh this against that history
it's a hard animal to stir
(hj)
She, the love of my life,
The greatest gift should come from above,
Innocent and gentle, timid and shy,
She, the wonderful gift of love.
She, made me the man of steel,
Her lover, her hero I would be,
But was it a miracle that,
She, should love me so tenderly?
She, gave me the greatest thrill,
When she looked at me with her angelic eyes,
Her kiss starts a fire within me,
When I'm not around, she cries.
She, the love of my life,
Though gone forever,
Has made my life worthwhile,
She, will be my only love, forever.
(DLKM)
when spiralling in the dark window
with snow lit green globe
(I thought of ice breaks & outlets)
found a bouquet of buffalo wings
ass-soaking spicy threading up
the noses of the creeps in circular
argument. Whether.
(ja)
This is my first sentence. This is second. Third. All the reasons are inside the periods.
(TBB)
comedown
>From there
Fall don't as if south
as in a forest go, furthest
and so far, as if i'd never
even seen you
(kl)
Telluride under the French-toting skies of sickened Borneo wihout
the Zulu warriors of 1878. We were never seen again; however the Lemurians
stood in staid under lime skies with scandalous audacity.
(EBM)
Snowy pipsqueak's sutra balanced Balaclava
on it's raked back of cannons set as teeth
along the Valley of Deft, ran the greased steeplechase
reasoning not, the shredded dozens
hot with buttons, with their cousins
rode into the intact hills upon their rumpy carousel
where Cardigan led lancers pinching dwarfs
into that bold sunset crashing over tiny ramparts
LIKE a boiled ham with medals, crepe & Sparky's knell.
(Wmpaul)
A young girl called Anna sat in the sun,
In the middle of the garden rubbing her tum.
Slugs and spiders lay all around her,
She liked to eat them and feel them wriggle inside her.
The garden was a mess, no stone left unturned,
The position of every anthill and worm hole was learned.
Fresh grass sandwiches followed by a bowl of mud,
If anyone could eat it, Anna could.
Tadpoles followed by a net, swam frantically for their lives,
Even the bees rattled and hummed fearful in their hives.
A cat or a dog ? Who would be her pet ?
They`d have to sleep with one eye open, incase they were eat.
(A.E.)
The young doctor looked woefully on.
His patient dying was such an awful provocation.
The first time is always the hardest.
Good thing she was just a big lard ass.
(J.D.C.)
On tangents of differential opinion,
the Old School wares would seem
to legitimate New School means
of indoctrination; and still,
the "truth" lies ever
somewhere in between;
somewhere, that is,
within the Holy Cosmos
of antiquarian divergences;
somewhere, in short
beside waking prominences,
words unclothed in sanctimony,
and perceptions of the universal
undone through narrowness
of ego-driven definition.
(-KAC)
(Befores and Afters
Frame our lives
>From end to end
In Parenthesis)
(AP)
here, all pies are savo(u)ry
yo! so we don't have more yous, guys
(ns)
I char
through the remains
ravenously--of
a burnt stained-glass window
(ccb)
dream of afghanistan hat:
held up to the light
the crown thinned
to black scrim
(jah)
In no men does nomen mean much; numen maybe.
(EA)
Intimate epproximes
A weak and strong force
Innate intelligentsia
Deus ex materia
Polyaffable secretions
Nonaxial difference
Faux universal couplet
Intentionally affected
This is my jouissance: I am fucked beyond recognition
(3.2.3)
broken elms..winter overwhelms
Pennsylvania fields and streets
rivers flood..burgeon mud
naive to think of spring
drum diddy drum diddy drum
drum drum a shaman's dreary winter
doldrum sum...20 beats..40 beats
synclavier...snapped brassiere
(moi-meme)
1
sound, not building a thought
but letting it build, again a sound
drops of the same, wake-up by rain's
interruption, line four
in p(l)ace, repeating rhythms
she catches the form, hold a pear
up to light, could change the subject
at the stroke of one, phone cupped to his ear
to be read or not, does that mean "I"
is off-center, accident or random
intuition enters, or up
the page, one counts as blessing
(nf)