( 1 ) turn the radio
on
( 2 ) pass beloved
object from one
hand to the
other in time
with the
music
( 3 ) pace
in circular motion
( 4 ) one
two
three
: mantra
: ( a dance )
Too many poets
So little paper
Not enough trees
Imitation increases
The chances
Of a work being
Digested
Thus balancing
Food chains
SPAM:
Arrived today in my inbox.
My email address on The Net,
Even on literary sites chaste,
Is unprotected sex
When @ is not writ ' at '
MAPS:
made 20 copies
Cc. 20 people
Fw & Re:
To Sender
' the cameras of Voyager I on February 14th 1990, pointed back toward the sun and took a series of pictures of the sun and the planets, making the first ever ' portrait ' of our solar system as seen from the outside, from a distance of approximately 4 billion miles '
ME IS A POETIC PARTICLE
I IS SOMEBODY ELSE
ME IS YOU NOT THEM
US IS SOMETHING NOT ME & YOU
THEY IS OUTSIDE OF YOU BUT IN ME
I IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS
to whom it may concern,
please find enclosed natural NOISE:
surf, wind, thunder, birds, whales, and other animals,
contained on a gold plated copper atlas of a world; instructions
encoded on it's surface; canals, tributaries, craters, structures.
yours, earth.
needle to the genesis; soundtrack
16 - 2 / 3 revolutions per minute
sun disc orbits
ca
to
ngo ai nong
MY PLANET LOOKS LIKE I FEEL ON MY PLANET, dawning of the new enlightenment
not like the good ol' days
now when ( ? ) write ( ? ) need
to be naked lying on the floor
& defecating
enough to scribble ( ? ) lines
over the walls / it's what they must wear /
& fridge
not to mention on the faces of T.V. stars so
that ( ? ) poems will sililoquise to ( ? )
( ? ) remember a time
when all ( ? ) needed was a pen
& a brain for ideas,
now -
( grunt ):
another poem;
this one rather
painful to get out,
as the title forms a head
through the alphabet's sphincter
( I less constipated than M )
remember a time ... no ( ? ) don't, never ...
- who are you ?
where am i ?
who am i ( ? ) don't want toput my pants back onquite happy am ( ? )
PEOPLE & THEIR SNAPSHOTS THAT DAY, traces of. phenomenon ...
a couple run down
trying to cross a freeway.
accounts, as soon as faded,
described cars continuing to
drive past, callously mortal.
aged 59, this man's Adam's ale,
gushing The Great Flood,
& dried out there, on the road.
the woman taken to hospital,
loin's fruit bitter to digest,
choke scratchy the compost, bone,
from shattered pelvis.
the 19 year old driver
found not at fault
for this grinding halt ...
... why should he stop ?
THEN I SEE THIS PICTURE
4 racists of man enter the space race to see who can hurl the greatest amount of vomit. The TAIKONAUT is the first, he spews a cupfull that could be hurled into the atmosphere. Then the COSMONAUT has his go, spews up twice as much into a bowl that could spatter the moon. Then the ASTRONAUT's turn, spews up twice as much again into a cooking pot that could wage a battle beyond Pluto. Then the OCKERNAUT, as intrepid as Ludwig Leichardt's exclamation in urine to the hounding Aborigines, unflinchingly gulps down the entire contents of the cup, bowl, and pot ...
DESCRIBE WHAT I SEE
Retorts of mass destruction
so & no
they compliment
each other,
biologically & chemically
ANTHRAX: WHAT DOES THIS PHOTO OF EARTH MEAN TO YOU?
SERRIN: ISN'T THIS PHOTO OF EARTH TRULY SOME ' THING '?
shuts down your
sentences, their
arsenal gamut
the contradictory clouds of Neptune
lure the sentinels to death, inhalation
by gas, methane
battle beyond Pluto
THE ONLY SNAPSHOT EVER TAKEN
THAT FITS EVERYONE ON THE PLANET IN IT
kept my notepad,
on the table, every five minutes
expressing clarity's sudden surge
hewn from constant concentration,
the trick is to whittle down
before the end of it's imperative
to collide; the table's
legs spreadeagled, after impact
there's life, but not as my notepad writes it,
K - T writer's block.
THIS CLASSROOM PHOTO
OF EARTH
and all that's sothic / enter my time machine through the backdoor
your yard a platform the glittering
controls to activate by looking
diamonds buried dark in finger prints my ancestors
the lights they danced under moths
wings flaked
life li e f ( lesh or utures )
i not I
join the dots
colour by numbers
pantheons loosely stenciled
mythologized urban dawn;
these gods i cannot see
only their bright particles
as if ancient frescos
headbanging stars,
DURAN DURAN AND ME. RECORDED LIVE AT AUSSIE STADIUM 13 / 12 / 2K3
'Dear John, stop watching TV - far too clever for your own good - please, blow out the candles on your birthday cake before you write to us again'.
—Richard Hillman, SideWaLK Magazine