A reused meme
the rain wet floor
the man with a birth mark in the shape of Pangea
the backwards baseball cap
the re-used meme
the re-used meme
the idea of “retro”
cumulus clouds floating
heavy &
overhead
all electrical goods just sitting on stand-by
waiting
the machines are waiting
the blueprints that are 1mm out
at right angles to the rest of the world neon lights flash downtown
reflected on wet concrete
arriving at a destination and not knowing how you got there
my glasses leave an indentation on the side of my head
my children are asleep and I can see the signs
a new Netflix series that goes on for 125weeks – I have no more stamina for this –
the mundane beauty of a leisure centre, the perfection of the shopping mall
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I’ve noticed that you are moving even when you are still
perfectly still—like a comforting drink before the flight
you struggle to stay afloat—taught to be a survivor
the inhospitable vacuum of home
the additional elements
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nothing survives in a vacuum
the stillness of deaths little fingers
ironically staying afloat whilst drowning
the chasm between the public and the private
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baby bird get on the train
a flesh-normalizing campaign near you
DVDS of impossible exercise regimens
monosyllables and cowboy boots
cinematic poets
(did you just cringe in shame and embarrassment ?)
——————–CINEMATIC POETS——————–
recounting issues of insecurity
seeing MOTHER in a homeless shelter
the multiple facets and connections
that put HER there
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DVDs of high impact work outs – EVERYONE HAS 30 MINUTES SPARE EACH DAY TO SWEAT – the fat housewife with hours to spare
– – the normalisation of the unobtainable —
– cowboy boots left at the Mosque entrance –
soup kitchen etiquette
Roman numerals have always confused me
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weird-looking poets
animal noises
boisterous
———————–
everyone drowning
identical quicksand
two feet deep
———————-
famous enough–obscure enough
I kissed Edna St. Vincent Millay
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a thousand times YES
we repeat themes, sentiments, and rhetoric
an anal anguish is unhappy business
personal grief so painful
that the Pope sends a get-well card
the same message
sent to younger victims of sodomy
“the heart of the Beast, you know where it belongs”
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Aleister Crowleys mother called him the BEAST –
he pooped outside and dragged his arse across the ground –
a dog with worms —–
stuck in a loop
the centrifugal force drags us back here – magnetised by repeating themes
mirror images of endless reflections
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baby bird, one cannot reason with mirror images of reflections
best to hide and be discreet—wrathful hounds hungry for a score
—————————–
looking naughty in a men’s locker room
your frankfurter may give you away
the fallibility of genitals
——————————
an untouched body
an innocent heart
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searching the Dollar Store
for the least-dignified pseudonym
there were posters of Jodie Foster
odd wife-beater type insects
Khrushchev Ant Farms
thwartedness in the hole
marshalled buggers
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KHRUSHCHEV ANT FARM
celebrity-infested
small photographs
glued on the specks
of sand and soil
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WHAT COULD CAUSE HER SALIVA TO SMELL SO BAD ?
unpleasant things were said
disposable diaper gossip
heterosexual propaganda
stupid stupid love
white trash wearing old underwear
weekly storms with giant waves
shipwreck city bedroom
black market poetry
****3 OUT OF 4 READERS HAVE SALACIOUS CURIOSITY
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anonymous phone calls
impersonations of Barbra Streisand
some wounded poet
uncontrollable loss of words
fan-mail—hate-mail—hourly gossip
white trash wearing underwear dating back to school
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two large cables came from the forehead
of the poet
(+) inherited identity
(+) supposed authenticity
you were born in peculiar realities
you live in peculiar realities
it is very difficult to escape
who was it that taught you to exploit
and gobble up ?
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the guys in the back of the pool hall
were laughing about our glorious simian heritage
everywhere outside in the brush—creeping fraudulence
SLEEPWALKING—drift away from the campfire
overwrite and underwrite—INWARDNESS
hair and a hint of Dollar Store cheese
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ANY QUESTIONS FOR THE DERELICTS ?
poets with answering machines in their head
readers calling in with requests
“Hello, nobody home……brain-made thoughts welcome”
codes of the underworld—cult-borne actions
appropriate adjustments
crouched after drugs
alone in pajamas
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spaces on the map for all people
fictional characters mingling
naked during daily hygiene
there were approximations
gaze severity then poetry
wet tongue hungry
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KHRUSHCHEVS SECRET ANT FARM
where the ants are frozen and in short supply – hidden behind barbed wire fences – aerial photography yields clues
– somewhere between sand & soil
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meat stuck between teeth, hidden at the back, slow rotting
her saliva taste of meat rinds and maggots
unpleasant things hidden
unpleasant things these beastly men*
– the weekly storms are plotted in graphs and recorded for prosperity
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born in peculiar realities in a hospital ward where people smoked next to canisters of explosive chemicals – babies breast feed
soft fontanel, throbbing alien brain
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nobody home as the house was sold, just empty now
save the spiderwebs and memories and shadows stalking
remnants of other times – talking to yourself your voice sounded strange – distorted
—–remember the 80s when you would spend hours making humours answering machine messages?—–
—message with backing tracks
appropriate adjustments made
–
– the derelicts reflect the city of reflecting glass –
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(stolen lyrics from the Jews)*
the census figures came back wrong
there is an extra in our midst
*the silver Jews
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————–TO THROTTLE THE GUILTY————-
a mind crowded with words
no longer in command
that damn golden tongue
Yoko in the throes of giving birth
sniveling
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SHE said that it was extremely private
painstakingly private
( highly visible and publicized )
how could it be private ?
minimal is better
at least down there
****enormous ruffles…curds in the corners
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it goes without saying
I know you’re saving for that future safari
cardboard trees and make-believe animals
insects the size of Rolls-Royces
jungle drums and nasty bug bites
sleeping in a tent reeking of kerosene
skintight flaps to avoid intercourse
in the wilderness…sodomy is legal
dress and undress
with a gun in your hand
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GIRAFFES AND ZEBRAS
AND POSTCARDS OF KILIMANJARO
petro-slick-film on the coffee
daily omissions
adolescent decay
how much hair can one pull back ?
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I know the mind crowded with words I see them falling out from her nose
dripping from ears
foreign translations exit the anus
9 letter words circling the heart and squeezing
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I spent time in the Veld, got
lost in the tundra, stumbled in the jungle
under the canopy of child art project tress,
peeling paint dioramas
– we walked for days and saw time change
we could hear the insects talk and after 16hours we found them,
the tribe of lost accountants
the click clacking of their adding machines echoing like jungle drums
insects bites bigger than mars
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the light up head shimmered rainbow like an oil spillage glistening black and shiny like a videotape
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subtract the patina of learned words
writers toiling away with substandard verbs
sarcastic smiles on the elevator
the smell of herring below the waist
knots tightening with the boss
and the wife
****reality and creativity:
the front flap on the postman’s trousers
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waking up after a handful of spider pills
naked and trembling
one balladeering hillbilly among many
what was the prize ?
SHE promised to swallow
later saying it tasted like saccharine
which was code for less-than-acrobatic
lovemaking
Robert Frost stood there stripped bare
like so many of his autumn memories
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torrential daydreams about sex with the blind girl
solitary hand-time—solitary copyrights
overheated longings
a stack of spank magazines
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MANHOOD
what it doesn’t do
what it never gets close
to pulling off
this harpoon
the dark tunnel
titanic struggle
intelligent eye
tabloid length
snorting
rooting
damn near oinking
twirlaround poetry
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the copyright expired
the words became public property
imbeciles with pens re-wrote the poem
–
– hacks in trench coats
kids with guns
30 years spank mags with outdated visions of beauty
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all good poets have a trick-bag
growl techniques come to mind
muted influences
caveman melodic language
the chaotic squeaking and honking
of modern day was a million years off
endless trends and eras to evolve
fingers to be broken
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talk to your priest
about the substantial grasp
of your boss and his wife
——your professional life——
sneak that plagiarism
into your neighbor’s trash
physical courtship
within hearing distance
poetry both heated and rhythmic
intercourse with no specific
points of reference
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