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Primary Thought Forms Gone Cosmic

2008-01-05T08:50:00.000-06:00

From a Big BANG out in IowaHeaded south out of AlbuquerqueA shiny new Volvo Air Ride she wasNew moon darkness enveloped the road waySo dark the road surface disappeared It was 2:45am About 2 hours outNearly to Truth or ConsequencesHe hadn’t noticed the fork on the Finnegan diagramThe one where E=mc2The one where two beers split into antimatterEjects a Fox news videoAfter Dr. Dimento gets called

Winds of Change - Water and Dust

2007-11-26T15:03:00.000-06:00

Wasted Time and TalentLike subjects of an obscure studyHoping to find their namesListed among the grant winnersHer photos stare into blank spaceWith the unrelenting drynessOf an authoritative textbookThe climate scientist droned onIt was the 101st paper of a long careerBy the 97th , written iconically in ’97He was recognized as prolificA champion in his fieldRain, or was it the lack of it?No

Synthetic life - Letting Sam &Mary Speak

2007-10-17T14:25:00.000-05:00

Use the control panel to start or stop the audio.UnStupid Continuum text Friday, January 06, 2006Today, Jan 10, 2007, I visited a website that I have been on for months and read an interview of Donald Hall, the new PLOTUS, by Robert Birnbaum. The first poem he talked about was "Baseball" which he summarized by saying, "... In that particular poem I talk about baseball only about

Sequel on Q

2007-10-16T07:01:00.000-05:00

On Oct 10 New York Times columnist published an article "Generation Q: The quiet ones."I've been calling them "Generation Q" — the Quiet Americans, in the best sense of that term, quietly pursuing their idealism, at home and abroad. But Generation Q may be too quiet, too online, for its own good, and for the country's own good.Had he taken my cue from my poem ? Twisted it for his purposes?Sunday,

THE 11TH HOUR AND GENERATION Z From New Verse News

2007-10-16T06:29:00.001-05:00

I wrote the poem, THE 11TH HOUR AND GENERATION Z in the middle of September right after Wilson published her piece and it was published on New Verse News on Sunday, Oct 7.The end of civilization?Not the Greatest Generationnor W,X,Y or the Boomers can face the ZWho will come to be, The doomsday eye witnessesBut WEThe 4F generation, Q-palsare not, are not among the listOur

Shaping the Message

2007-07-11T19:48:00.000-05:00

Some people say, seeking out meaning in poetry sometimes takes squinting or looking through binoculars or magnifying glasses to put things out of focus, blur out the detail... I believe it is inherent to the poetic experience:... sometimes you have to lay down till the feeling goes away or...!

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2007-06-29T10:44:00.000-05:00

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Mr Toad goes to Washington

2007-05-21T12:36:00.001-05:00

Mister Toad’s Born Again RideOut of the blue sky of disasterDevil winds twist like thunder godsDripping fury in cold dropsShowering the faithful Destroying the home of their dreamsDriven by fear incarnate Neighbors scurry like emboldened rabbitsMarching to warAnything to avoid facing the obviousThey feign an immortal faithOffering their petitions for sacrificeIt is a terrible lesson, aboutPoetic

A series poetry challenge

2007-03-25T19:25:00.000-05:00

The leader of a poetry group that I know challenged the group to write a poem a day for a week for the next group meeting. Generally I don't think much of this kind of thing but in this case it looked like a good place for some constrained writing:I decided that some kind of form built around the English vowels (a,e,i,o,u,y) would be appropriate. Only 6, but the way I chose to work out of that

How many fascists in high places

2007-03-14T13:12:00.000-05:00

Gopher Prairie’s Somnambulant "I love America, but I don't like it." *Asleep in one dimensional word hovels,ghosts of Dickens squirmlike a psalmist for the first little pig’s last partyFirst there were the reefersNext came the huffersFollowed by the buzz runnersFire & crystal forged into a conundrumFlimflam Damn Rapper could not crank offor blame a DJ hand job remix 4Could not regurgitate

myGod Space Aliens are Inside Us

2007-03-04T13:21:00.000-06:00

Going it aloneWhy worry about global warming catastropheMan is more clever than thatthat wily species has invented germ warfareToday we blame the terroristswho understand the sinister plotIt is only a ruse to soften the religious mindAccept the logic of us-or-themWhile hurricanes rage, dust bowls churnThe microbes work god-likeAbandoning their animation hostsGoing it alone, well not quite,in

Funcusing Convers(e)ation (or, Listening to the silent e)

2007-01-16T13:17:00.000-06:00

Jambo LiZaThe neologistics of made-up wordsTakes more than a word smithBending words to fitSentences they have been givenInvestigating incestuous juxtapositionsJoining Latin with SwahiliSuspending Babel for ad homonymSounds like goddamned work

Girls on the Bus

2006-12-20T20:56:00.000-06:00

Mirror of Deception Mirror of Deception Mirror of DeceptionReality spins dependency websdepicted in divine fantasiesEncoded behind left to rightReflected images mock conventionInside out color wheelsturn negatives into sweet odorsSensory receptors confuse perceptionEmit ennui bubblesSalubrious bestial tongue salivationdeluded with reverent logic Contemplates our starving

Medicine Wheel Ghost Dance

2006-11-29T08:54:00.000-06:00

Shadows from the Inner Sanctum I suppose I haven’t read enough Wallace Stevens,Or maybe it is William Carlos WilliamsThem who had their start long before Stegner& I never hear da work of Jack Kerouac in it’s original time and place likewhen Bukowski heard the muse grunt,Mellow. Or is it just as well left unsaid ?Were they uncomfortable with a rural past,A church floor that chimed for another

Mow Beta Clues

2006-11-05T09:58:00.000-06:00

Head Grasswhen I mowI edit poemsClipping boots &cutting blades—substitutes,words must explainwasted,clippings fly away.Mindlessly

A boy who sings like a man

2006-11-04T07:27:00.000-06:00

www.myspace.com/headandtoe What he did not knowIt was his preoccupation, curiously, That was his undoing. Vicariously,It kept him from his occupation, He only knew his dissatisfaction.It was his knack for comely interaction. What he wanted was his distraction.Listen to him and them sing the beat sound turned down low.

Requiem for a dead man who does not know he is dead

2006-08-11T11:50:00.000-05:00

(Is this) Something to die forwords on a white house missioncircling like turkey vulturedevil worshipers smelling road killall that remains, Iraq refuseregurgitated from the wasting carcassleft after the oil was burnedfreedom perverted by greedmen whose junior high shriveled ignobilityfathered global catastrophemisunderestimated he bonesspell the fate for a cowboy too long in the sundrug busted

How Billy Collins gets it, kinda

2006-06-09T10:42:00.000-05:00

Casting for Answersafter reading the Trouble With PoetryFish must imbibe in their own piss!Billy Collins says it has all been said& said & said about the useless dead, by all those living who copy insteadof innovating to get some home street credamongst Aquarians they’ve never read.Taken from a person with a legacywho I assume knows better than me, who’s old enough to spread

The Generations of Two

2006-06-03T08:19:00.000-05:00

Wake up Honey before Ants Smell the RosesI am dreaming of hidden variablesStanding behind me unseenLike ants in your pants that talk to meTheir antennae are telling me about tickling you It is something that proper aunts don’t talk aboutBut ants know something we do notThey chose women to do the work as if honey is everythingThe drones are a lot like the hidden variablesFunctionally unimportant

No Conventional Encounter

2006-06-02T17:51:00.000-05:00

Poitiers Church of Notre Dame de la Grande [20] -- "It will be seen that the construction is such that he who traces the path eventually emerges--like the poet of the "Rubaiyat"--by that same door at which he entered; he will have encountered no "stops," but he may have "looped the loop" an indefinite number of times." (shades of the Tree of Life?) ( Follow the black lines, not the spaces in

The power of pscyhedelic chemistry

2006-05-29T18:48:00.000-05:00

No Conventional EndeavorA simple mind may be an oddityBell hollow, empty and freeDefensive as a salamander stemIncurious and reactive to “them!”A pitiful choir singing off key,not? Like the elliptical blogger bunch,Beat reverberates with a hard key punchVerse written sans harmonySounds out like a parodyLess tasty than a meatless lunch.Are they are doing the best they can?Awash like a nascent

False Promises from the Gift Economy

2006-05-25T14:41:00.000-05:00

Nevermore, Never-the-less Out of the OrdinaryReading bad poetry is like free pornIt takes no imagination The goods is all covered with ad wordsJ-pegs stuck up with clichéThese sites must have vegan rootsThis stuff stinksLike overcooked kohl slawPredictable rhymeAnatomical parts like sad heartsSome artificially enhanced boob repetitionsImmature climax syntaxPortraying “love” mechanicallyUnder

Virtual Encounter, part 2

2006-05-19T10:17:00.001-05:00

She did not feel violatedIdeas inside her grewliterally,renewalswelled exponentially.The power of 21, 2, 4, 8, . . .Gut feelingsbeyond sensibilityconjured,Her confidence emergedupon the pagestunning revelations,acceptancefate bestows,lines of special profligacyborn of indeterminatecreativity.Punching hot keysfuriouslycasting caution to the winds totergiversate the muses,she offeredsacraments of

When words go below the underline

2006-05-12T08:47:00.000-05:00

What is it about language that makes a common base a denominator. Maybe it is how “divide and conquer” is inculcated and where resistance is based.MisunderstandingInverseworking minuspower poets dischargeonly after crazy thinkingexplodesA cinquaint (27 [3x3x3] syllables ) of the vulgar fraction type.

Assignation by a provocative word

2006-05-09T11:44:00.000-05:00

Virtual EncounterLike an amateur website porn queenshe phished the blogpoetry on a dark stream of lust and desiregot hooked by a verse she could not ignore,gently it touched her curiosity,it felt warm on her tongue,she took the wordsdeep in her throat.Feeling them explodeinside hermade her juices flow.Needing more,she waited for a a deep metaphorpenetratingto places she had never felt before . .