EPC Collaborative Poem #7
hand pale like a deep sea fish risen
visible hanging over the edge of the bed
limp and dead, sunless tonight
(lls)
The world is going to pieces
right infront of our eyes
yet we try to disquise the trama with laughter and fairytales
of how the world should be.
The world is falling apart
looked in the mirror thinking ..where could i start
making a difference
the world is exploding into chaos
i let this happen, you let this happen
WE ALL let this happen WE ALL are responcible.
RESPONCIBLE by acting as if it will suddenly fade away
If we continue like this unfortunetly it may.......
(l.l.)
The child is master
to an old man's fate
life is a lesson
a chance to educate
What thrusts us into
this alien nation
forcing us to perform
feats of mental masturbation
Territorial pissings
in some form or shape
how far have we come
since the time of the ape
Docile by nature
but the animal's within
that in itself is
the original sin
History hath taught us
to thine own self be true
be it human or animal
it's left up to you
Hunt down your neighbor
prey on your wife
but be sure you can handle it
for the rest of your life
Life is uncertain
there's only one time around
keep both eyes wide open
or bury your head in the ground
Every man's a fool
just as he is a saint
it all just depends
on which picture you paint
If this world knew no love
would there be any hate
when you've figured it out
it's just a little too late
It's all just one cycle
no beginning no end
if you think that you've been here
look around you again
Your parents will teach you
without an incentive
listen just with your ears
now you're anal retentive
Expand your horizons
and broaden your scope
Cows languor under
shivering platinum spread armed branches
cruel wind stirring
no shadow pierced air
unspoken picture
life is just life
it leaves no room for hope
Enjoy what you've got
what if tomorrow is worse
just a cold lonely fact
it isn't a curse
Look all around you
but not down your nose
this world is your heaven
that's how it goes
(fal)
(Tai)
He smiled.
Your idea has been defeated.
I smiled.
Because I knew
His idea
Was my idea
Completed.
(ch)
e'crire des mots
comme
e'crire des machines
comme un savon pongien un objet une
je ne sais
il
envoyer est l'acte poe'tique
vieille poe'sie son cou coupe'
vieille poe'sie
P O
j'ai fini
(R_C)
parole crociate
strade parlate
spero qui incontrare ancora
(T.S.)
they made the sign
of the cross
they prayed
keeping count
on rose petals
in the thick blue
insence smoke
the people
coughed up
drops of scarlet
red death
to the red man
get out of
the way
we're coming
a cross
led them
in the name of
a man died
nailed to
the four directions
(coatli)
I am the open
soul for you redemption on
the love
in society.
"Thank you," she says.
(JDZ)
Slurred errancy dropped. Crisis danger-opportune one and same.
Birth, rebirth. Transitional not dignified affirmed as status.
Not a place holder. Crisis our Christ allow us to pass over
from man to God. The fork in the road, not the roads. Errata
caca droppings drippings chanced chance god in the details.
Particular particulates. Tree branches swaying happily in a storm.
(s.h.)
The bullet entered the neck,
exited - don't know how
it exited, don't know if
the child saw or heard
something break, some word
or scream, or the scrape
of gravel on skin only this
the photo curls where his hand uncurled
still alive only
still only alive
alive only still
(dcc)
four then free then
how gone? so long
twirling and swirling in our widening gyre
(rm)
The telephone, instead of ringing
Jumps off the wall
Crawls up my leg
Wraps its many sharp stainless fingers
Uncomfortably around my head:
"There's a call for you."
(JWC)
God is Anarchy.
(DC)
A cone of light opens in the dark,
defines a time for costumes.
Ghosts dressed for opera
acrobats described by tracks.
The eye is suprised when someone arrives
(kc)
Redundancies no longer needed;
the breeched sky shows in passage
what the old-tech radar missed...
the trees forgo their colorful days.
(dp)
you do not bob
on the ocean
(ds)
Tonight no return
Begin again
One step more or less
No matter
Pain lies
Better to step alone
Drink air
Life begins now
(mm)
The one I truly don't care for
held out her closed hand to me
dropped a small portion
of pebbles and sandy earth
into mine.
I could not refuse
& held it till it warmed
until the right moment
when we all stepped forward
opened our closed hands
sprinkled pebbles and sandy soil
earth
to earth
on top of the huge wooden box
as it lowered
we stepped back on the astroturf
hands clasped in front of us
and watched and listened
and walked
away
(rf)
Garibaldi on acid under French skies without thought for Gold
or Pornography or Small quaking dogs in Tuscaloosa or Johnny Cash
in Golgotha or Penelope in dovetail without the elastic fracas
of 1768. Jesus wept. The wind cried Mary. Athens swallowed
Spartacus whole. Thee end. Or is it?
(SDJ Jr.)
and if I should die while the day is brave,
bury me in a shallow grave.
(FC)
The ruptured lovers embrace on a bed of radiators: they pretend they
are in a subway map, tracing their bloody embers in a net to rock the
city's iron cradle. Steam loaded dream-trains crash against the
creases...pile up in scrapheaps along the splintered tiles, dragging
the meat of cracked radiators behind their sticky tracks.
Danny tugged at his silk straightjacket and sang like a bird on
mescaline. Six moons, four rainbows, a floor that fell away into a
orange sea and black fish with silverwire teeth. Fear is a dead cat in
the belly, rotting into shit. The seaweed gave off black and blue
perfume. The six moons crushed themselves against the iron
rainbows. The bars at the window turned into stiff black cocks,
pulsing to the growling music that split up through gilded
cinderblocks.
Sore dwindles peal sleeps frigggggggging THE SOLAR EYE
cutting bait into tiny fleeting farts
(whispering)
It was an allegory, he said, digging his heels into the sand and
cocking his pistol and looking at the horizon and peeling the explosve
tape from his genitals.
I waited in the bushes where dogs peeed. The sun looked like a
triangle with god's big white eye winking out of its
corners. Everything's in 3's, you know.
The bunko-bung gamble police...the rap squad of pencils and
ashes...the Christmas Tree in the rubber CONGO. linoleum
(WFP)
elaborate breast
is but moonlight shadow
shadow like peach
(k o'h)
All my life I have known
That I am an angel
Chained to the world
Stranded without my wings
All my life I have searched
For that elusive spirit
Who holds my own set of wings
Inside her heart
One day she will free me
As I know I can release her
With the pair of wings
I keep inside my beating heart
(tmp)
electronic, separated from my books
here are my ghostly words
sent into the ether
humming with hope
is this the form of my future?
shall I share words with
those unknown poets
waiting at their screens?
(LS)
My clothes are wet
I am not fast enough
to run between the rain
(JPS)
When I think of you,
I'll look back and smile.
I'll close my eyes & think of all we used to do,
And I might even be happy for a little while.
(HK)
A plastic Curly doll,
it's head bobs up and down
in the rear window of
The Jalopie of the Gods.
A knife drives home
the point of non-existence.
The city's newest statue
offers protection to idiots.
(JPS)
The fairweather cowboys of Tippldi-doo
were never the mothers of slippery goo
They faltered and Psaltered but never were warned
till the kipper fish malters disgruntled thier marms!
THE END
(J. Astro)
a woman in the back asks for vodka & a bone chipper
and on the street where you live, all the dogs die &
on the street where you live, god prepares his ovens
(dd)
List for dd (k.e.n.g. minneapolis good luck 4 27 96)
scribble
panchrome head + dead red head
flaming trumpets
metaphysical device
olive body with head
orange head of Dileepji
sphincter head
powerful head of La-Ru (SWING LOW!)
dissolving heads with one hat
media-lab conglomeration
the psychoanalyst and the artist (daniel schneider) (with drums and a watermelon)
black altarpieces (mayan ritual)
1979 spouting head with rocket, spear point, and transparent black sun
golem (golly-gee)
sun rabbit stairway
bacchus with ball
d weissbort
sign with complicated contraption
dwarf on pedestal
diseased hand of unhappiness
baldy ear-ring
hand to mouth
panther hole with exclamation point
fertility head-piece
fungus truth seeker
a href
halcyon mandrake fly
ball holding troglydyte (slack-jawed)
THE END
(J. Astro)
Calling up glacier blue tears
Flowing out and down, expandingwarming
A dry riverbed heart
Something's fluid in me rising
Numbness won't hold
The last line of poetry
(S.H.)
Trampoline Scapegoat by J. Astro
"I makes that one must proclaim the reader, at this moment, an odor."
Thus spiritual combat
proclaimed a poetics,
the great accursed, and
was rich from the horizons.
Other horrible workers shall
be free to possess the gnashings
of teeth. This is an unspeakable
torture, exempt from all morality.
Years of wanderings can compare the
backwards damned ones (slack-jawed
troglydytes) (pestilent luddites)
to the savants of May 15, 1871.
THE END
(J. Astro)
I saw Jesus on the boardwalk in Atlantic CityRagged and bleeding with rheumy blue eyesI take comfort in the knowledge thatHe is still dying for our sins
(grb)
Love is short- forgetting is long.
Once on a wet night she kissed me.
Now her kisses will be anothers.
Her velveteen forest will be anothers.
It has been long the winds that blew us apart.
Our countries left behind us, but not forgotten.
We met in Battery Park, under a tree full of needles.
Foreshadowing her addiction.
Her needle marked arms were to full to hold me.
I saw her the other night on the Lower East Side.
Her hair cheeply died purple.
Her eyes pussing,.
One time her legs wrapped around only me.
Now they are an interstate exist.
Junkie cocks and tounges, crabs and lice.
I called her name.
She gave me a blank stare.
And nodded her head.
(JX)
You don't know where you've landed.
You sense you've been here before.
You no longer trust your bearings.
You may be airsick, you may just be in love.
(saw)
and this secondhand skirt
might be
a gown or at least
flowered
(mw)
Shipping breakfast...
I am late
picking you up
at the station
My stomach and
My groin both growl
like a big hungry bear
and you're on the menu.
(JPS)
No one need inform her
how womanly she is,
and my she's a performer
for those attention gifts.
Her hair rides her head
like a princess crown,
she points her scepter
and picks her paticular clown..
for the moment.
(J.R.)
LINES WRITTEN WITH A PEN BEARING THE NAME OF A WELL-KNOWN
OVER-THE-COUNTER LAXATIVE
The truth in golden margaritas:
what don't we ever mean to say?
(A.L.)
Never was a man so badly meant to wear corrective glasses.
The goats you buy shed a perfume that makes Marxism so terribly clear
to me. Your nasal hair speaks volumes concerning the Isle of Wright
Where it not for the dizzy whiptail ambivalence of your crumbling
fleece, I could never contemplate the ways of so many merchant bankers
in heat.
Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon
misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling. May your shit
always sport dog on the bottom of your shoe.
Woods nymphs sprinkle your path with bowlings balls while you dance and
prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover heads of lettuce.
The sisters of Catherine the Great ask that you cover yourself with
lightbulb filaments and take pains to make yourself fully incandescent
this evening. Come, let me gnaw your fingernails that I may absorb and
lose myself in the wise and gritty detritus that is you.
(Mick Swinburne Jonesy)
In your presence even a batallion of body builders
could pass the New York State driving exam.
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