EPC Collaborative Poem #9

duckwalkng thru the
apocalypse
became the thing to do at the
dance of
ideas
in the cartoon carnival
shoot 'em up
wild west
nostalgia of who
do we think we
are
now
all grown up with no place to
go?

dressed for success we failed the
entrance exam
and became sultry guitars of
twisted
pleasure

we shot the sun in the back at
midnight for looking at our
women
and blamed the
stranger at the
end of the
bar
caught off
guard in the
cross fire of
fuck

we made our escape in
future Cadillacs
of
horny big time
religion
made possible by
real estate
agents of
blind
ambition

concrete century
jackhammered in the back alley
by political thugs
giving profits to
media whores with big teeth
and no time for
love
(S.A.)

can't stay
unheated
as one,
within
will stay,

or one,
as it's
stray

erasure

there is this moment in life
when a man takes a look
along look at his hands
before laying them
just like that
on some bench in the park
or a restaurant table
and walks
away
is
dark,
language
is
meaningless,
is at times
this,

Poe came the closest,
but I certainly aint got it.
Truth be told
tale's old,
heart torments til page's potted.
none other
so cold
in hereafter
(AG)

Cherie, your love is like my life;
Though I detest them both
And am aware of no good reason to exist,
If I took cyanide and subsequently
Died
I might regret the days of misery I missed.

So, though I offer you my songs
And you make fun of them,
And though you're nothing
But a good for nothing bitch, Cherie,
Your love is like my life: if I lose one of them
I shall be more or less indifferent
As to which.
(PG)

so I packed in my
had to go get to
why I have now say
two pens a di and
(CCS)

My mom's a drunk
My dad's a drunk
I myself do not drink
I am so sick of their stupor
They both think their super
I'm just about on the brink
Quiet as a mouse
I slip out of this house
To discover this world unknown
The dog announces my break
How much more can I take
Here with my family, yet alone.
(KJ)

Imsb (1989)

De lucht klaart uit. Een open venster staat
open op een open lucht & hij staat hier & hier
staande is het afgelopen. Stilte, volle maat.
De heg wordt groener dagelijks & dagelijks

dichter & dichterbij hier een beetje zelfs.
De heg vergeet hem staande hier & hij de heg
& 's zomers loopt het verder uit zelfs nog,
tot het glas van alle vensters zo zich zuigend

sluit, alsof het met een plop iets imposant
poneren wil, maar het wellicht van spreken
breken zou. De bonte gekte lekt de huizen

uit door open vensters in de open lucht.
De heg wordt groener & hij staat hier & hier
staande is het afgelopen. Niet. Verder. Hij.

English Translation at request
(dv)

frail the night falls,tis death for us all
some
for one, death only.
for most
twill be ttwo
therefore be you afraid?
terror is good, it shapes the things that,
have not to be.
walk in the llight ..................leave the darkness
behind you

REPENT
and livi light will be your guide
living water your drink...

OR suffer you the second death,
screaming weeng cryiiiinnnggg out
are YOU living DEAD,
listen you for the gentle voice.
peace abounds

PEACE ABNDS
(C+)

I was almost home and was told
insert your disk,
compact your brain when you leave the machine!
edit everything... i cried when Jim Henson died.
(c.b.)

flattened hair, reaching back under the
coat to get a piece of cheese, "what will I write on, a co
py of dramalogue?" breathing out, in, out. scratch
ing out, in, out. scratching my crotch, "don't wake up," sleeping a

alone, an ant crawls up p's thumb and stops
at the knuckle, little arms waving and searching for a
nother pair of waving arms, "don't
blink, don't. forget that each pair of shoes is an under
(hk)

I rode on the storm.
To where the horizon met the sky.
I swam with an ostrich.
I watched the cows fly.

I sewed pigs ears.
Into silky lined purses.
I rode with armadillos.
On zebra drawn hearses.

I crawled across mountains.
On a platypus's back.
I shook hands with an octopus.
As we stood in a centipedes track.
(DLP)

Con w/o context cd. we say this w/o beginning/being & cont.?
Texts coin w/i context shd. we say w/o end the beginning being
before us?
Text contests contexts we con ourselves thinking they don/'t begin and end in us.
(mb)

"Will I Marry The One I Love Tonight"

Starlight, Starbright,
Will I marry the one I love tonight?
Or will he be mr. Wrong and I sing once again another
Chorus of love's sad song?
(JS)

"MISTY IN THE MOONLIGHT"

THE MOON IS FULL AND IT'S GETTING BRIGHTER AND BRIGHTER,
THROUGH MY WINDOW I FEEL WARM MOONBEAMS SHOWER ALL
OVER MY WHOLE BODY, THEN IN HAPPINESS I HOWL LIKE A WOLF
BAYING AT THE MOON. UNTIL YOUR LOVE SHINES THROUGH!
(JS)

A SONG

A SONG IS SWEET
WHEN SUNG AT THE RIGHT BEAT,
A SONG CAN BE SHORT OR LONG.

A SONG CAN BE LOUD OR SOFT,
A SONG CAN BE HAPPY OR SAD.

I THINK A SOUND IS NOT BAD!
(JS)

man, my pants are hot
decidedly
it's like i'm walkin' all over the place
well yeah, sure, on a boat
no, no, it's more down the front
down the front
bend it around and rub it on, yeah
well, if the shark tactics fin
letting out the wire
bringing in the sheep
reposted and damp
my suit pants are producing
what is it that it wants
variations, warmer weather or beer
take out the first half, and drop it
jump on in, there, lil' guy
oh, for chrisse'..., my pants
deferral to finer tastes
behind defenestrations and paste
very untulubrian at follicle
moreover returned and stamped
sociopathic forestry agents
smelling wire fences
up and down western coasts
(p.w.)

Never Again

I have given up all that is dear--
Now she who is far will never be near.
And never again shall my words pass
Slowly from my soul to her soul at last.

For the sake of love, I banished love...
What in the world was I thinking of?
I rue that I made the greatest mistake
That I will ever have the chance to make.

But I think that he may be right, it was not my place,
And thus I forswore the sight of her face.;
Leaving nothing in this shell of a heart
But bitter pain that will never depart.
(AAM)

Who gave you those eyes
so damned pretty?
Who gave you
the flu?
(M.F.)

I Go

I go to the woods.
I go to the shore
And there I don't find
What I'm looking for.

I go to the shops.
I wander the mall.
There's nothing to look at
At all, at all.

I go to the bar
And the restaurant.
I gawp at the menu.
There's nothing i want.

And often I go
To the cemeteree.
It has what I want
And won't give her to me.
(PMG)

ALIEN

I'm not a stranger -
I am - a man,
Love - inner changes,
Have - what I can.

I'm not an alien
Among memories -
Searching for spelling
Of supreme tries.

Twisting the spaces
Of different lies,
I melt in traces
Of pain - not to die...
(ALIEN)

For as smooth as the wine flows the chunks will still remain.
As many times as you were loved there still was always pain.
As many times you held the light and your life was dark and sad.
For when you think it is over then you realize that the end is not yet had.
(A.J.R.)

Ultimately, it is man kind who will obscure the rigths of many millions, ...the hope of a new era, the wisdom of evolutive forces within ourselfes; forces traspondent and overpowerfull of those in the physical, time centered parallel from which passage is not easily found.
Our own insaciable apetite for greed and absortion of pleasure if not controlled by our own spirits...
rides free, as a savage wild beast with no boundaries..roaming the ultimate sin at the cost of our own destiny, of our own souls.
Wake up man kind, shall you not see another sun rise...
another sun set, liberate your fear and learn to love thyneighbor as you love yourselfes !!

A fellow human being
(Giga)

Thin, yonder curdled locks of coal,
--fallout: heaven reverberations--
dip themselves into neanderathal past.
The ghost rises out of azure-hazard,
the femur of our canned juice past:
now, jaundice fandango. A variety of
fiddle ditties; "doo daa doo daa doo."
(jvh)

Grain
(S.M.)

something turns to nothing
and nothing makes you cry
there was something in that something
itūs gone and you wonder why
life can`t be lived on onething
for that onething could be that somthing
so wipe your tears of nothing
for tommorow there will be S O M E T H I N G
(????)

once I
heard
a small
black cricket
stirring
in the
fissure
of a rock

when I
approached
it became
silent

it was
a secret

was not
to be
heard
of
(rr)

and our fears puddled
like water at the foot of the door
where would tommorrow take us?
and where had all the time in between gone?
(CSB)

YESTERDAY

Your creamy feet
wade through grassy dew,
springing over the hazel
mush, of last night's
leafy tears.

you waft through
dappled light,
airy and moist in your youth.

you wear norning like a
crown, eyes glimmering
an echo of the sun
as he peeks through
your hair.

peel this moon dust
from my paled arms
and dance me through
your shady mist.
(*g)

Moments of lucidity
followed by dumbness
(BOS)

I stole a spool of invisible thread from the 5&10
(MFT)

& convention to indicate breaks with a wave
not breaking, a wavered line: use as in
if neither works. If you "enter"
as in yourself replacing the wave--
(wm)

His hands, which he likes,
(so made of wire, like the women)
folded and unfolded the shadows, and the rain,
as you sat, waiting for the snail king
while the world collapsed beneath you
an origami garden, a mirrored puzzle
a soul so lettered, even you cannot unfold
its cluttered alphabet
(sw)

rising suns overturn falling moons
light takes away the shadows of truth
the burning source of deception
controls the heart of what is,
and what should be
(tc)

Wild horses
dance in the quiete gold morning,
like stormy billows
they pray for my lost
burned brain.
()

Roots are effortless
unlike
the egg we've annexed
to
a participation not
a sensibility
after all these years
(DBTEMU)

whiteness letter void
in consumptive communion
of hand and ass and holes
we are whole and broken
when the imagination hits
the trick is dedication
letter hands moving page
in skull find pleasure
in love find distinction
extinction yet better
(TH)

The line is irregular shoreline with
black holes in blue for daylights:

a signature harbor where writers work,
where piers are leggy in bongwater

and the center ships out under gulls,
out from a tender inland town.
(JAH)

The silent quietness
where i feel, your head in mine,
cocks my ragged feathers
(EJ)

cous cous-sounds like love making

maybe I'm not the next e.e. cummings

Winston Churchill was an old wind bag,

Yet you sit next to me.

In this nest, we made with pillows,

wisps of your hair, thinking of the buddah, and

the waiter
we're not in our curry.

and then I have to walk straight home
mourning the untouchable
(cne)

the poet gets sweet there on
cooked yams and bourbon
first thing
her morning's strangest practice
(JH)

from limb to limb the eagles flew
wing to wing whistling their high-pitched woo
(CJB)

The mist of clouds outside obscure what's insideelection day has come and goneanother year and four is back lucki look for clues of present daysbut i wonder what there is to get to
(mih)

Yes, I am so drastic in black
How could anyone not want me hanging on their insights
Toungeing their intellect with my desire
(ER)

tickled hut lake mosquito
swing carol ruptured
sleek on ton apple tootin
spit trouble tarlish
showfight spiggoting
muhdirtlerz o' pollers
twinkerin' uh tearbatchyuhlert
(ec)

if the heart of your intent should be made divine
i will cherish it
as i would
any happy, savage thought
borne equally of patience and pretense
(drb)

daughter my heart
swagger stick and cracked milk glass
daughter my heart it is wholly flawed
it is wholly yours daughter my heart
daughter my heart daughter mh heart
(SS)

these primal spasms
ignored or buried
their emergence is our evoltion
(jgm)

In darkness sings Serenity.
Peaceful as a whisper,
She ne'er looks down.

Behind her Murder waits
enshrouded
in favorite guise
Duplicity

Gleeful lays the hunting steel.
Between them
silent tempered Strife.
The Bargain: another common life.

She turns a glance in motion to begin.
(cwd)

because reason
equals loaded with
and I have high for meaning's meaning now
because when
we are we are too much in the world
the words
()

Do you like my hat?
Yes I do, I like that party hat.
(cjm)

from limb to limb the eagles flew
wing to wing whistling their high-pitched woo
(CJB)

Do you like my hat?
Yes I do, I like that party hat.
(cjm)

In darkness sings Serenity.
Peaceful as a whisper,
She ne'er looks down.

Behind her Murder waits
enshrouded
in favorite guise
Duplicity

Gleeful lays the hunting steel.
Between them
silent tempered Strife.
The Bargain: another common life.

She turns a glance in motion to begin.
(cwd)

because reason
equals loaded with
and I have high for meaning's meaning now
because when
we are we are too much in the world
the words
()

if the heart of your intent should be made divine
i will cherish it
as i would
any happy, savage thought
borne equally of patience and pretense
(drb)

Yes, I am so drastic in black
How could anyone not want me hanging on their insights
Toungeing their intellect with my desire
(ER)

tickled hut lake mosquito
swing carol ruptured
sleek on ton apple tootin
spit trouble tarlish
showfight spiggoting
muhdirtlerz o' pollers
twinkerin' uh tearbatchyuhlert
(ec)

A fellow human being
(G)

the poet gets sweet there on
cooked yams and bourbon
first thing
her morning's strangest practice
(JH)

these primal spasms
ignored or buried
their emergence is our evoltion
(jgm)

The mist of clouds outside obscure what's insideelection day has come and goneanother year and four is back lucki look for clues of present daysbut i wonder what there is to get to
(mih)

daughter my heart
swagger stick and cracked milk glass
daughter my heart it is wholly flawed
it is wholly yours daughter my heart
daughter my heart daughter mh heart
(SS)

We are all angels again
angels before the fall
angels with nowhere to fall
but the virtual vaccum void
()

American Express has begun its first direct mail supermarket coupon program.
(RB)

and now emerging from a sheath of sober clay
reflects a threat of light, long it
slips through the loose locked
cage and disperses...
a tanic shower of harmless silver
shine
and this is mine..
(RW2)

the wonderful thing about this language of ours is that
we must all stop at some point for a breath of fresh air
(jd)

In observing certain vermin
It's not easy to determine
If they're fighting or engaged in making love.
Whether warlike or romantic
They go similarly frantic
And Humanity is one of the above.
(PMG)

It was a matter of warming oneself by friction,the means available. Not a personal issue. The holes one duglay in rows behind. No vertigo but that of memory.And after all the chances of meeting the rapier were slim.
(djr)

I used to think that you
were so romantically tragic...
Now
I just think you're sad.
(sn)

when a shoelace breaks question the cold
of my fingers fumbling through
the life of a drunken priest
groping
robes that nary cover the backside swept
up in the political fervour of electronic elections
seldom answer the questions my daughter cries
into the next four years of television olympics
(k o'h)

Gertrude, I sometimes talk with you
in the middle of bull fights
(bl)

Hi Jackson. the telephone is good for speed
but the web favors poetic invention
(bl)

do you have any playing cards?
(gmh)

As the wind blows through the reeds you here a soft whistle
of life.
(BLM)

MAGIC THE GATHERING ROCKS!
(J.M.)

I ate a piece of purple cheese. It had green spots.
(BTM)

At last I am slain
The wounds are there
But no more pain
Clouds do hover
But never rain
My soul is dead
Ashes remain
(Rudra)

My father and grandfather never talked about the red tide
I don't why
(CIF)

sa staiset the typeorder staises staisit the typeroarer
typerroer staisit anfil ter scile ceilc sceil
staist anfel ter cseil staisit anfil ter sceil
roer behemoth pulls the preasant snownews

no c ousrse o decompose to fed ther scorce
(ca)

Memories unfurled upon the brow-
Grim countenance of bleak, blackened fingers.
Dried well retrieves us to the here and now-
But beside our thoughts, the daydream lingers.
(E.S.)

things fitting together for no apparent reason. The safari into territory we know we can never conquer but only camp in and live for awhile.
(mlp)

Squirrel Hollow Park with Elvis in the trees. French Fry leggings ate chocolate monkeys knees.
(JC MANNIX)

la grécieuse et belle invitëe,
silencieuse reine de charme,
repose sur mes dires ta si pure beautë si belle,
je ne suis ici que pour cela,
alors si le monde se porte si pręs,
c`est que tout n'est pas si simple.
je serai toujours lĮ.

Je suis un homme millënaire,
multiple farce de cette grécieuse citëe,
je suis un homme de rčve et je pose mes dires aux mondes.
que restes t'ils de nous !
(m.l)

Waking up she felt her head
Indeed, she said, I am not dead
(SMH)