The song he sang bang bangwronged his world in ruin.The song he sang rang rangin a public call box.No one by picked it upto hear his sad sack tale. Who does not doubtthe flood zone maps,the flow of the fire line?One in trees, one underground.One flies to the sky.One climbs to a fallout shelter. OneContinue reading “Intermission: Two Songs”
Near the endhis spindledid him in narrowingdown maelstromopen mouthed carnivalamuserwaits upon.
I dig ithe sd asa dude does no shovelheld his handsone foot on his barstoolwarbling sudsnext to us.
“And the phantom crowd’s horrific boo dispersed the gargoyles from Notre Dame.” “Dream of a Baseball Star,” Gregory Corso, from The Happy Birthday of Death, 1960 Yesterday, July 23, was opening day of the pandemic delayed Major League Baseball season. That’s about four months later than normal. The abnormal, short 60 game season is underway.Continue reading “The Dream of Baseball”
She bops down to the beach to dance in the sand by the water the seaweed brittle and he trips aback and nearly falls like the drunken sailor in the shanty “Ho! No! Thar she blows!” She desires to dance politely he wants to throw the bottle into the waves they bouncing round two junksContinue reading “What Shall We Do With a Drunken Surfer”
The bed cuts in two below the double hung window a winged grass summer recruited fellow enters follows hollows spends the sun day in tiered bell bottom cuffs. The light suspended night emerges sounds now audible flushes waterflow distances scratched glasses niblings windowsill paint flakes scent trail antennae erect. Crawling to the bed an 18Continue reading “Insect Us”
No Vacancy Next Exit Yield Yellow Curves Ahead Jesus Saves 20 is Plenty Men Working Wrong Way Slow Down Beach Turnout R R Trucks Surf’s Up No U-Turn Warning Coming Merge Living Together Dinosaur Crossing Strong Odor Theatre No Syntax Call Mother Footnotes Wait Here Boiler Room Home Economics Pool Skid Row Lemonade Hardware LookContinue reading “Signs”
Watch the stars as they collide Erase the dots in your eyes What do the lyrics say we can’t hear The singer and the song disappear Pretty vacant and we don’t care Pretty vacant and we don’t care What’s your name the color of your hair Saw you down at the LA fair Have soContinue reading “Pretty, vacant, and we don’t care”
Reflecting yesterday afternoon on my morning post, “On the Coast Starlight,” in which I suggested thought, if we are to try to compare it to anything, seems more bird-like than the train of thought first found in Thomas Hobbes’s 1651 “Leviathan,” I thought, to force thought onto a track where ideas are coupled one afterContinue reading “Birdbrain, Bird-witted, and more on Thought”
He turns to an empty whiskey barrel, wondering if there is life on the red planet, or under the Venus cloud cover, or inside her granny panties. He reaches for his watering can, always a few drops to go, dribbles a few words of too late love. They sit across the bar from one another,Continue reading “In Another Clean, Well-Lighted Place”
I’ll paddle out through sharks for you live on Desolation Row with you burn all my books for you if you’ll be my love I’ll walk the pirate’s plank for you smoke a cigarette or two join the National Guard for you if you’ll be my love I’ll sleep with deadly snakes for you crawlContinue reading “If You’ll Be My Love”