gbem419
Greenlighter
(1)
Wake up late morning
another late morning sky
exceptions and the causes they undo
can be made bright again
watched porn and did not feel guilty
again the sweet staleness outside
mimicry not challenge
everything follows up those
sweet dreams people I do not
know
places I have never
been
these things
take time
- she said last night
the white wine flowing down
my mouth
(her words were
arrows) (all digital, one hundred percent)
watching spaghetti western
cinema
on the computer
futurist typography book
in the other hand
some things are not new
some things are acknowledgment
dreams of going
for walks through
suburbia
dreams of being able to
explore and share those
explorations desire
quick
(pow!)
the muted screen
calls up images
of dead grandparents
and lost parents
(maybe Him leaving
was a good thing
after all)
the rap the rock the pop
Buddy Holly
Dead Swans
Danger Mouse
please don't
let us forget
who we have
listened to
(2)
(passing notes with closed fists
the mind is blue and watches bakeries)
bread being exchanged like drugs
couple streets down: drugs exchanged like
bread
(cars pass by I don't know why, all the same--
they look like little toys, say
plane-riders,
those pesky terrorists
all wearing pink
to the biggest party
of everyone's lives and people think
it has to be a
bomb (G.C.)
Dreaming of Whalen, or at least
not dreaming of him
like I did not dream of Rexroth
or Snyder or those anti-movement voices
anti-voice movements
is the whole world dead
or can we wrap ourselves
up enough
to believe, preserve
for later?
Wake up late morning
another late morning sky
exceptions and the causes they undo
can be made bright again
watched porn and did not feel guilty
again the sweet staleness outside
mimicry not challenge
everything follows up those
sweet dreams people I do not
know
places I have never
been
these things
take time
- she said last night
the white wine flowing down
my mouth
(her words were
arrows) (all digital, one hundred percent)
watching spaghetti western
cinema
on the computer
futurist typography book
in the other hand
some things are not new
some things are acknowledgment
dreams of going
for walks through
suburbia
dreams of being able to
explore and share those
explorations desire
quick
(pow!)
the muted screen
calls up images
of dead grandparents
and lost parents
(maybe Him leaving
was a good thing
after all)
the rap the rock the pop
Buddy Holly
Dead Swans
Danger Mouse
please don't
let us forget
who we have
listened to
(2)
(passing notes with closed fists
the mind is blue and watches bakeries)
bread being exchanged like drugs
couple streets down: drugs exchanged like
bread
(cars pass by I don't know why, all the same--
they look like little toys, say
plane-riders,
those pesky terrorists
all wearing pink
to the biggest party
of everyone's lives and people think
it has to be a
bomb (G.C.)
Dreaming of Whalen, or at least
not dreaming of him
like I did not dream of Rexroth
or Snyder or those anti-movement voices
anti-voice movements
is the whole world dead
or can we wrap ourselves
up enough
to believe, preserve
for later?
