For/After J. D. Nelson
To one gull [dull as
an ego]
a spittoon’s
a cartoon
Brings meaning a bucket
Looks always
up words
covert as Jones
but in a balloon
*
As blood of the manor, I am thinking of Petrarch & Karl Marx at thinking
*
I am
docked at a voice box
writes pelicans a
shoe box
[size 9 not 11]
For he who is rattled
has saddled up RANDOM
In September
w/pine cones
Enchants without chair
*
In toasted golden crispiness of poems
Off key is to sing
To be sMASHED
Some KALL it a boa
Some paint it a pebble
“…a tout a l’heure, you boat refugee!”
If we
Buckets of NARRATE…
we hang in time2
Reprisals Are Free Not Complimentary What is this Age of
Being & Nothingness & Being
That we exist in?—
Marcel Duchamp rants at a nail
Hans Arp believes he’s a roof
Banana in hand
& coming to order
They motor in fins
Lacking a tomb bomb
In this strategy
A species of paradigm
That I nick name Fandango
Hoists itself up
On the banks of Dada’s pink river
But if the center will not hold
The images still
While teaching the eye
All about ovals & wandering thoughts
Should I pause in the onslaught
Of tortured illusions?
Appearing as a bridge appears?
On one bank—a xe, a xhe
Aligning their torsos
Preparing for love-making
On the other bank—
A self-aware figure
The View from Our Beds Who is this mental zoo-person going
To kill tonight?
His magazines bear thought
—a whizzer
Of the unbreakable foreknowledge
Of consequence
He manipulates the
Outcome
Streaming live
Video feeds
Like melted ice cream
Until
The outcome is
Flawed,
A fault has occurred
*
—spar & spire
Drag us from the view
From our comfortable beds
For what is that sound,
That demeaning immoral hush
But someone divine
Decrying the bosses
His or her vanity
Abandoned for the dogs’ sake
*
—in the half blurred horizon
No mitigation
The clouds metamorphose
Into shapes that are evil
Into shapes that are goodness
Whole
Entire
Civilizations having packed up
& abandoned the neighborhoods
*
Nothing is for good this time
Nothing is for the better
Overall
Other cities’ gravity lacks semblance
Of hands
The cup of the world
is spilling out
The looks on the faces of angels
Are forcing the issue
As though a simple
Summer breeze
Means exile—
Is, in fact,
a predominant symptom
Raymond Farr is the author of two free ebooks: Two Texts, and chainge (White Sky Ebooks 2010, 2011) as well as numerous books in print, including Ecstatic/.of facts (Otoliths 2011), Purple Mountain Believers (Blue & Yellow Dog Press 2011), and There Is Something Missing in the Whole Transaction between Us (Blue & Yellow Dog Press 2011). His work has also been anthologized in Sidebrow 01 Anthology.He is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog.
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