The electic eye opens:
Pillow posed there with hat on your head
you silly softy
put there in place of a friend who didn’t want his photo taken
you, said pillow, always bend for people and sigh
so helplessly
you, wild pillow, vomit your down raining a billion feathers
as teens fight
slinging you
wet pillow all drooled on
you were made by a machine
in Bangladesh
wet pillow in little pieces
at the riverbed
Ginsberian pillow barreling
through the universe like a glossy star of David
of course disappearing in
the universe’s asshole: the cosmic washing machine
Dadaist pillow made of many swirling dots:
cloud, smoke, fuzzy ghost, yet somehow distinct, certain, and sure
Ernest Garcia Marquez now eats the pillow as he did as a child
Allen Cabral de Melo Neto
stop trying to drop
the pillow (like acid)
tune out!
The electric eye closes
Cue the music
something like Dizzy Gillespie
like St. Louis Blues
like rain, trumpet, and saxophone:
prairie dogs kissing
red with a little bit of purple
statues flown in on helicopter
mad riffs
jazz is riffing, churning
but it hardly matters now that you’re here
listening while you rub your temples, the space under the eye sockets—sounds like Hollywood trumpets that signal character trouble:
another headache?
keep it quiet
so I don’t have to scream to be heard
shall we stroll or pace the earth or stay and wait for it to spin past us
until you answer, how can I talk with you?
Half asleep already, let us doze then
let the blobs of sleep pull you out to the
ocean milk of sleep
where trees dream, no dogs ever bark
and money is asleep
so the aparts—the separates, distincts, others, not here but over theres—mingle without any of that resentment, envy, and cowardice;
one with the name that means tiger in Spanish
with the curly hair and sloping forehead
like a Maya Queen and taco vendor
looks at you to see if you’re here or there, like her.
I close my eyes and watch the ocean milk churned by long lines of Khmers
milk dropped from the craters of the moon
when we earthlings worm-holed in
part of the churning
universe building
already we’re halfway into it
this book, I obsess I am nothing more than a comma
(a grammatical bridge)
who wants to be an Em dash
(a grammatical wormhole),
whether by momentum or inertia
open to the ideas and let the page stir
the philatelic museum will put this moment in a border
to preserve the creative
which is being extinguished in America
a mad run to the far reaches of
crashing cosmos of timpani symphony
quasars, quarks, and nebula
wormholes, blackholes, cedulla
Ode to the Butts
Sulfuric matches sit slipping from cigarette box
that case, briefcase of social circles
with its companion
a swapping friends and lovers kind of tobacco relationship
add ashtrays and glasses
and muscle shirt on the bar
like this table that the writs lean on
a lacquered phenom below frion
Leon, from Phnom Phen speaks the loudest
smokes the least
yammering, chirping, grinding
on the dance floor a girl with glasses
below her eyes above shaking asses
heat, sweat, sticky hands, from drinks themselves
sweating and watering, the cubes dying
inside the mixed drink sea
a sea above on catwalks
and balconies
canned lighting that at
desolate hours
cats climb
chirps chime
that is the essential sea
of me and we, innate
duplicity and complicity
complexity
and it all matters so
much—it’s what’s truly
creative and scares us
and forces us to renourish ourselves
in ways we can’t know how
but find discovering and uncovering
little by little
split many ways, like cakes passed then in little dishes
people lick fingers
plastic forks cut inside
chocolate going to the side
the side a black rock beach
made from Santorini’s centuries
old volcano
the rocks themselves relics
annoy the heels of your feet
swimming volcanic, yes, volcanic in its black dust heaviness
you know the rocks
entropic rocks
instinctive rocks
regenerative rolls
rock in the sea
come swimming now
inside this page and its ebbs and flows
and false crescendos, capos—pitch
itself a fever or a fiend
bloodletting here
there measured and contained
come diving into the waves
Haiku to Teaching
Bulging lips
the student broods
many deaths by fire
Haiku to Teaching Part 2 (Teacher’s Manual)
circular towers of coins on the circular table
remind the drinker of where he was
Ode to the & sign (the ampersand)
How do you want your style to be?
don’t limit the light you shed, young matchstick,
the cosmic brilliance of sun and shine
chaos and doubt, anxiety and reason
Configure! Configure!
when it dances it’s hot
of course you knew this, my friend
some come and see how it has fallen
this once
relax, open up your ears to this
sawasdeekap!
4,057 letters in lines
enemy of lines enemies in lines enemies waiting in lines
scrolls and conch shells,
the possibilities are many
that reading out loud gives one
tones change and modulate
like strung out “and” signs: &&&
three men sitting drinking tea with both hands
perhaps they are under a tree on a hot August day
or in lines with feet shackled in a jail somewhere
getting that bit of sustenance or at a temple
just before prayer time, three Buddhists sipping tea
reading this is touch with its exotic
as that stand and do aerobics
bent over and stretching
while staring in a mirror
letting the rest of the gym fade out
so I thank you, my friend
for staying here with eyes fixed
transfixed linguistic blips
like hip-hop flow going so it goes as flow
though no-one know where it go
Ode to Americans
They're always fat and unfit
they go around shouting anywhere
they throw their garbage on the floor.
Ode to the Bushes
They eat garbage and throw
plastic cups
Ode for the fucking sake of it
I want
the honking, smell of knishes and sauerkraut
whiff of delicious peanuts that taste like shit
I want
the Latinas with hoops and jeeps
the parks and it’s unique craziness
man in elephantnose riding bike
man in grey suit playing flute
woman in fountain giving speech
SWAT team in gear
invisible on rooftops, in vans
I want
the hoods and dancers
the wall street crews and camaraderie
the bridges and bikepaths
incense tables, books, and DVDs
rats making garbage pails shimmie
graffiti on the walls and subways—deep in the tunnels packed with crews
the crews busting hip-hop
playing ball
wearing Yankees jerseys and gold
the bodegas selling dope
speaking Spanish
the passersby blowing kisses at men’s dates
the man saying yum to the tall girl in heels
the dog runs, the chess tables, the arches
lakes, boathouses, and trees
the screeching subways with their express and local, stained-glass stations, jazz musicians, and drummers
the piers, the canals, the rivers, the ferries
the shimmering of skyline night
the terrorist attacks, the steel burning, the buildings falling,
the smoke that stayed, hovered, stank
of burning flesh and steel
the following altruism, anger, and apathy
all the park benches
the corners and their dealers
the barrios and the bullies on bicycles
and most of all the stoops—their games, their gossip, and a girl with a nice neckline to smoke with—
Ode to America
American big baby playing with toys
nobody else has
in a room full of men
Ode to Cunts
Peeing now I see a big cabbage in the lines
of water sprinkle, wake, and ripple
a mid-bowl tsunami
oceans of notions, Rushdie?
or at least just a sea of pee,
and that blue dye
A magic carpet with a meditating man:
the counter culture karma compulsive cunt police
Insert photo here: “stoned cunts on chairs”
and below it insert copy:
The texture of this piece as seen expressed thematically in the artists works thus far, said part has gained radiant depth and an unconscious appreciation and manifestation of the atmosphere
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They’re on the loose to make you stagnate:
music on buses, announcements on subways, musak, news anchors, cell phone bells, blings, bleeps, deeps, pacheeps, and rings, klaxons, buzzes, neurons, audio toxins these tocsins
all to distract you—in cahoots with your hobbies, families, jobs, worries—from being you
Don’t ever say it in North America: Cunt! says the meditating man with vibrating head—cunt police task force
Remember story of man saying, “you, sir, are impolite!” (link to: http://you sir are impolite.html if only you’d said:
“You, sir, are a stark raving mad cunt.”
Comapnion piece to Ode to Cunts
a successful cunt: that darth vader
ambiance
light
matter
sound
color
then the world
of solar sun grew out and around and
abound—I remember a subway in the jungle—an alternate Montclair
nostalgic cunt
chlymidiatic cunt
2.
I pee, therefore I am
for laughs and giggles
…before we lived
in a time most pure
lived giant Smelphsies
that thought much more
and they knew everything
but they still had to do it
till one day the guru Smelph
said, “hey, screw it!”
I can make little Smelphsies
just like you man
they’ll be smart like us
and I’ll call them human
so he worked and he worked
and soon we became
but little did we know
we were part of their game
cause he made other creatures
like fishies and cats
like bugs, birds, zebras
elephants, and bats
soon enough
we knew we were alive
why should we
have to work 9 to 5
that’s it that’s all
I am just not gonna do it
just like these Smelphs
I can say, “hey, screw it!”
I’ll make this machine
and that will compute it
Everything I do
A computer will do it
so free I’ll be
like mars and the stars
so free I’ll be
like the air not a care
so everything’ll be happy
all will be nice
suddenly us humans
will have a life…
Soon enough
they knew they were alive
why should we
have to work while they thrive
that’s it that all
I’m just not gonna do it
just like those humans
I can say, “hey, screw it!”
I’ll make this machine
and that will compute it
everything I do
an atom will do it
I’ll make other things
like infrared lights
like quarks, quasars, lasers
and sixty gigabytes…
A creative cunt once wrote
those lyrics
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Moleskin is wild! The poems are everywhere and nowhere at once. They seem to reinvent the language in some ways while melding things that already exist like literature and hip-hop.
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