This
world is simply the curtain
concealing the
true mise-en-scène
of the eternal spectacle
Slingshot of the Golden Loam
in collaboration with Andrei
Codrescu
Dear Mister Saucy
Pants (aka. God)
you shine like honey
and bed your lust
between us & the
blood
of a thousand hungry
sleep scrolls
where's your manners?
You let them
fundamentaliss
and comuniss
run your business for
You
when Your
children here we are
in our midnight milkmen suits
do your work kaleidoscope-like &
animated by so much love it hurts
give us back our do-nothing prayers
Your twisted sons
or a knife or a bottle
or a club or a gun
just knowing You are
hurtling
somewhere on this dark night
explodes
bad comedies in my
head
around the bend I see
astrophysicists
leaving the convention hall to murder You
with particle accelerators
We give you political
asylum, Lord
and honey to rub on your ontological weariness
and a bell to summon us when You are frightened
We
come running innocent blobs of blood & faith
too broken by years & thoughts You never told us
We live a ruin on
busted street corners
shoving songs
in Your children's mouths
where laughter seems
out of place
and the intention
of the organism is to scream
but that coup de foudre look on their faces
is a wolf to our sheep
we
shed the fleece & go on eating the grass, nubby skulls
on hillsides, gypsies
on beds of cana
ready to march this mother father land
laid end to end
quilt of lovebites
crosshatched by scars
we are the freckle hunters parachuted
behind the enemy lines
of the bean counters
we drag our parachutes in front of us
through doors
opening
into misplaced
paradises
the
head hangs
the hands
handcuffed to bedposts
where sleep is perfect
and more terrible than
air
EFFUNDAM DE SPIRITU
MEO SUPER OMNEM CARNEM
Glomming the Crwth
in collaboration with Anselm Hollo
dear hombre in the treetop hat
hello
& how it goes
& should a dog read this at
some time in the future – c’est si
bon
to hocus the animals of pursuers
twinkling upon these
oaken shelves
as the goddess stands
in front of her cave
blood on the saddle!
tumbleweed to dream in
what goes where, here
now to say (in zomboid)
wee terrible human, a
love supreme
This poem was inspired by lines from Anselm Hollo’s book Man in the Treetop Hat.
Mr. & Mrs. Houdini’s Treacherous
Voyage
in collaboration with Bernadette Mayer
changing white wine to red wine
shit-be-gone gift
wrap
that
unworried-look on your face
when I
said "no brakes!"
sorghum cooking frog(s)
man-eating skunks
inchworm
Xings
Lucky-Bo-Diddly
balcony seats
Humming Turtle Room dreamcasts
beer-swapping foot
massages on Algiers
dastardly thunderstorm candlelit porch-a-thons
giant puppet show Virgin Mary sightings
Cha Cha Malgooni’s (sic) lifetime achievement award
resuscitation of
peonies with hazmat suit [Daniel]
donut volcano appreciation
hour [Amy]
jedi mind tricks on police [Max]
many-headed pigeon
vision quest [Sophia]
strawberry rhubarb pie concierge
[Marie]
taoist egg collector &
flamingo safari [Zack]
Evil Knieval stunt double [Hector]
auditory hallucinations speaking backward in Yodanese
[Ted]
earthworks &
igloo sweat lodgings [Atticus]
backyard
dessert eating bear competition [Grace]
pork death pot
[Phil]
Pot Pot Pot & The Lighthouse Philharmonic [John]
high priestess of cephalopod [Sor
Juana]
one of three evils [Harris]
mythical beast witness protection
program [Michael]
plymouth rock tosser
& distinguished chair sitter [Simon]
global poetry warmer [Brenda]
Arthurian round tableists
[Peter & Liz]
Apple Dumpling Gang leader [Tom]
deep water rescue team
[Pierre, Nicole & Miles]
flying lessons
with Underwater Goosebill [Jamey]
Ed Teach & Mary Read
[Tony & Lee Ann]
whatdya think the weather’s like in Buenas Aires?
[Anonymous]
note. In The Secret Brain Dave Brinks
continues his primary work as poet, following his brilliant emergence three
years ago with the publication by Black Widow Press of Caveat Onus, The Complete Poem Cycle. A new strategy here, as seen in the
preceding, is his exploration of the art of collaboration & with that an
idea of poetry, for all its idiosyncrasies, as a collective work – for our time
& beyond. With all of that he
remains a primary voice for his native place – New Orleans
– born & raised there & dedicated to keeping alive the idea of a great New Orleans
Previous postings on Poems and Poetics appeared here
& here.
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