Sunday, June 21, 2009

Hello

So far I'm focusing on posting poems, as I'm more than a bit nervous to venture into posting prose-thoughts, tho eventually I'll have to go there! Hopefully soon! Well I will "say" this: I'm hoping to write a complete pop-novel draft over the next however many months. Ok, back, sigh, to poems; mm, maybe a few notes are "in order": I tend towards all sorts of modes at once--set-forms, measured lines, verse libre, minimalist, maximalist, overtly traditional, overtly experimental--:

Marrow

How now
My dear
Do you
Want it?

With a
Dollop
Perhaps
Of marrow?

We pull it
Straight from
The arrow
Still smoking;

Yes if
You must
Insist on
Accuracy

The arrow is
Steaming;
Are you
Dreaming

Or is that
A must buy
Bottle you see?
Wine's my specialty.


Birds

The bird is, but
What else,
A daemon,
Demonstrating
How, in some
Cases,
Flight always
Perfectly
Intersects
Devilish uplifting,
The kind
Which cons you
Into unkindness
Others might
Call unheard of,
Which you
Blithely listen to
As if it's not
You who is
Addressed,
Man well,
Manuel, Western
Wear of some
Stars, twinklings
Whose lights were
Last seen
Three decades ago,
Or one year and
Forty seven days
And five
Weeks ago
My parrot
Flew away
To live with
A gang of ones closely
Related, but with
A coral,
Ruddying to red,
Patch on the nape,
Not purple
To fortify
Your soul, you
Who sits
Here, half
Baked grain to
The right, in front
Of a state
Penitentiary,
Where the horns
Are ye-gads guards
Blare, not ones of plenty,
Long time
Not amplitude as
Some bones pass through.


Marrow

Every time someone
Handed me a square
It was marrow

Human
Horse
Cow
Duck
Dog
Buck
Pig
Elk
Pigeon

Cracking lobster knuckles
Messing up the garnish

Good wine
God win
Godwin
No-no
Or know
Good win


Nascar

Dude where's my car
Whoa far out
There are no cars



Minerals And Flowers

Dialogue between flowers and minerals
Otherwise known as watch them grow
Out some soil like some trees would do better with

Never forget the nutritive
Content you step on


Marrow

Sweet fen
Flickers at a root

Fumbles at her soul till
Here's marrow on brioche

For us to nibble while
Perhaps we

Quibble over letters
Of a disputed alphabet.




Dreamy Division

Door

Frame
Frame opening

Portal

Wentletrap
As light wanders into wind-whorled waters

Inner than marrow

Cubic

The liquid I couldn't lift


Marrow

Iron in the blood

Blood
Files

Filings

Flings

As of
The whoosh when

Soul wings

Off and
Out for

Far out



Bloodbloom

Blood roses
Iron bloods

Rust like blood-stains

Destined to
In the end
Make no
Choice

Lead
Poisoning

Abloom in blood

In the of a
In a the


Shoot

Taking the
Long way
To there where

You are
Looking
Like you

Welcome
Company.
I love when

This species sings
Exactly
This way and

Everyone.
The photographer
Ends up

Taking the tiger's
Temperature.
We are in a book;

No
We are in
A wood

Before being milled.
Cheers to you
And your fine

Cereals;
If you're wondering
Why the beer

Looks weird
It's because
It's made from millet;

You must admit
That's
Extraordinarily chic

And speak
Again
To the fen seeds

Sprout from
If you cry your
Heart out into help.

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