A song without words
is elevator music:
Just ask Grieg
or Bill Haley.
Yet a monologue without words
speaks a thousand truths
in some ancient Buddhist tradition
perhaps
James Joyce would
have been an enemy to the state
had there been one
He,
to the best of my knowledge
did not involve himself in 1916
but I'll let you do the research
if you'll pardon the name-drop
of an author I've only skimmed
like a Hollywood pool.
Last call
overdrawn
overdrawn
Like that episode of "The Twilight Zone"
which I am damn sure
is a metaphor for how we live our lives today;
I won't question whether we live
since I am trying to be upbeat
as a favor
for a long-lost love
who had great respect for Buck Mulligan
and rhyme schemes
and deadpan immortal
and putting the life in lifestyle
and putting the style in lifestyle
hence the long-lost
Monday, January 28, 2008
America is not a place
America is not a place
for the meek
or indecisive.
At our worst,
sharing of any kind
kind
will not be tolerated
with the exception of the Red Khmer
says the hypocrite
this is a work in progress.
Irony is a remnant of the prepostmodern age:
like segregation
and bowling.
Like an affair which goes on
long past the initial spark
of something new
forbidden and West-hemisphere
has faded to orange-black embers
that will burn you
if you stay still long enough
but continues only
because married life
has traded the oranges for beige.
for the meek
or indecisive.
At our worst,
sharing of any kind
kind
will not be tolerated
with the exception of the Red Khmer
says the hypocrite
this is a work in progress.
Irony is a remnant of the prepostmodern age:
like segregation
and bowling.
Like an affair which goes on
long past the initial spark
of something new
forbidden and West-hemisphere
has faded to orange-black embers
that will burn you
if you stay still long enough
but continues only
because married life
has traded the oranges for beige.
Emerald City
He's got real heart
and ain't much of a scarecrow
they said
not quite understanding
the joke
(if there was one)
And took off
to North Africa
in a storybook;
No South African surgery
could give them what he had
and deep in their chests
burned their statues with envy.
He'll be back
once he's run out of money
they said
not quite understanding
that love
is and isn't time and money
So they fell
asleep at the rudder
of the metaphysical tramp steamer
mid- metaphorical Atlantic
halfway from the Unreal City
very real when the fog clears
to the very unreal Algiers
Casablanca
Tunis
Alexandria
Marrakech
until they ran out of places
to never go
(and weren't sure
if they were still in Africa
or sub the
Sahara)
They'll be back
once they get off the ark
he said
not quite understanding
the joke
(yet sure there was one)
and ain't much of a scarecrow
they said
not quite understanding
the joke
(if there was one)
And took off
to North Africa
in a storybook;
No South African surgery
could give them what he had
and deep in their chests
burned their statues with envy.
He'll be back
once he's run out of money
they said
not quite understanding
that love
is and isn't time and money
So they fell
asleep at the rudder
of the metaphysical tramp steamer
mid- metaphorical Atlantic
halfway from the Unreal City
very real when the fog clears
to the very unreal Algiers
Casablanca
Tunis
Alexandria
Marrakech
until they ran out of places
to never go
(and weren't sure
if they were still in Africa
or sub the
Sahara)
They'll be back
once they get off the ark
he said
not quite understanding
the joke
(yet sure there was one)
The Clockwork Man
I have seen
That
which was meant to be seen
That
which never was
across
the jagged symmetry of radio
and television
waves
beaming from satellites
God-like
beaming
as they share
their message
of global harmony
to the inter-galactic
and their message
(to many)
of five past-meridian
This I have seen
with cogged eyes
and filmed lenses
It is forgiveness
from one grain of salt to another
grain of salt
A tale of automata;
of typographical errors
relentless
determined
intertextual
and failure,
explicit:
the second volume is forthcoming
the revolution
is divisible
by ten and sixty
one nation
bell-towered
and wethered
numbered
orthodox
pandemic
trans-
and post-
all the glowing qualities
of the gilded clockwork age
That
which was meant to be seen
That
which never was
across
the jagged symmetry of radio
and television
waves
beaming from satellites
God-like
beaming
as they share
their message
of global harmony
to the inter-galactic
and their message
(to many)
of five past-meridian
This I have seen
with cogged eyes
and filmed lenses
It is forgiveness
from one grain of salt to another
grain of salt
A tale of automata;
of typographical errors
relentless
determined
intertextual
and failure,
explicit:
the second volume is forthcoming
the revolution
is divisible
by ten and sixty
one nation
bell-towered
and wethered
numbered
orthodox
pandemic
trans-
and post-
all the glowing qualities
of the gilded clockwork age
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