Michael Rothenberg


Another Pretty Rd.
Big Spring snowflakes
Like tears on the windshield
Dog & pony show on radio
Election hypnosis. Vultures on Wall St.
Bringing the master home


She suffers from
An entymologist’s bug-eyed delusion
Taxonomic pin-cushion hat
She’s looking out for number 1
Number 1a, 1b and c


“I want a sympathetic life/ Anonymous as rain”
The Piano Man sings
While I look for sleeping pills
In a slither of imaginary noodles
What have I lost?


I don’t want to visit anyone or say hello
Carrier shell in “word ocean”
Camouflage of “odd valves and bivalves”
Subject, construction, metaphor, allegory
A hastily constructed heaven


The world is always prettier after lunch

Orange and yellow starfish
In tide pools at Cape Perpetua

Devil’s Churn
Sea-foam green anemone

Spruce, fir, agate beach
Cross a drift wood bridge
Balance regained after a stumble

A false star is swept into the drumming
Hollows of a sea lion cave

Dark into dark
Raging song of the true sun. . .

Never turn your back on the sea!


Steve’s eggplant parmesan sandwich picnic
on a beach towel spread out on the plush carpet
in front of the television set
At the Jockey Club condo in Miami

“Where are you little star?”


In outerspace the wrecked eye
of a spy satellite turned towards earth
where a navy ship is positioned
with tactical missile
ready to blow it out of the sky

Star Wars!


Sunglasses, pencil sharpener
Things that matter
(Not some dusty old reputation)
Mayakovsky or Cupid crawling
through my beard

I’m off to see The Wizard


To find my composition in a frame


“The first star I see tonight”

Star claims a sovereign light
Bribes, bullies, blackmails
Bends you over to make a point
Self-Glorification her inspiration
Her career!


Any one of these steps done poorly
ruins the whole thing

Oh, my broken back!

(Any excuse for addiction, malevolence


A poorly drawn apple is a weak statement


I accept the mantle
But The Star always feels threatened
Screams about a fox in the henhouse

The cow jumps over the moon

The skylight leaks
Mantle speaks

The project moves forward


Roast pork, plantanos, yucca, black beans and rice
Cuban bread toasted on the grill

Walk around Young Circle looking for Art
Bums not allowed to sleep in the park

See those dancing waters by the Baobab Tree!
You could call that art


The songs, the drums, the stars

News in Espanol
Murders all over town

The movies not over


Tragic Star!

Here she comes (again) with her spoiled brat vanity
Her Narcissistic insanity
Mis-appropriation of a legacy

She fears a sudden eclipse

It’s time to speak out
Her pain is hurting POETRY

“Mine, mine, mine!” she says



If you replace the esophagus with stomach
You can still live
Though nothing is guaranteed
This is a political fact


Disappearance is easy
It reappearance that’s hard! (fuck’s you up)

See The Star’s new clothes!
No fire just skin and bone



Even if I’ve got it on automatic drive
Put everything I’ve ever imagined down on the page
Jump from one line to another with breathless shame
Expose my furry self as a pushy Jew
The buck stops here

                                              February 1-23, 2008


Jangled morning rush hour traffic wakes me 6am
An obsessive loop of The Star terrors

In my dreams
She runs with me over the Oregon dunes

The best of friends we don’t confuse
Sex with intimacy

2 pills knock me out until 10:28 am

Wake up
A banana muffin and bad coffee

Go to Portland flea market
Take photos of falafel, Philly cheese steak

A poetry editor in various pornographic
Positions. Eating my heart out

                                              March 28-30

Michael Rothenberg is a poet and editor of Big Bridge magazine online at www.bigbridge.org. His poetry books include Nightmare Of The Violins, Man/Woman, a collaboration with Joanne Kyger, Favorite Songs, The Paris Journals, Monk Daddy, Grown Up Cuba, and Unhurried Vision. He is also editor for the Penguin Poet series, which includes selected works of Philip Whalen, Joanne Kyger, David Meltzer and Ed Dorn. He has recently completed the Collected Poems of Philip Whalen for Wesleyan University Press.

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Blogger Raymond Farr said...

Nice sleek!
I just want to say how much I enjoyed them.

1:14 AM  

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