tiny nothing of things

here is my heliometer, measuring quietly in words

antipoetry April 28, 2008

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amicable. adj. characterized by friendliness and absence of discord.  ORIGIN (in the sense of pleasant) from late L. amicus ‘friend’

an amicable seper ashun

friend. n. 1 a person with whom one has had a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations. > used in polite address to an aquaintance or stranger. 2 a familiar or helpful thing.  ORIGIN OE freond of gmc origin; rel to FREE

i need the freedom to  b r e a t h e
                             to  moneyworry
to lay stiff-as-a-board in my bed

and laugh HA HA HA like a
robot
         HA HA HA     with blotchy skin
                              and a painted-on smile like blossom too early
                              dashed to asphalt by pounding rain
to mush, to mush!

 

in this pyrrhic silence
i am a tambourine
still for now

 

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april 18th April 18, 2008

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perfectly grey, perfectly clear
stone and twig 

 ice-winds
tumble and shove
This terrible cave

blown to face her by gusting April winds.
the weed bucket lures her into its hellish mouth
plastic silent scream
pattered by rain.

spring makes a mockery of her
as a crowd
loudly surging forward to an invisible horizon
an invisible end
and what but the light shall guide the days

a liar, a liar
of safety.

the gravel is deliciously bland and innate
heavy as her hands; crepe-paper wrapped sticks
as useless as the bucket that offers no hiding place.
 

 

Was it potatoes or tomatoes they called love apples, I can’t remember? April 13, 2008

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pernicious persimmon
oh we are all so sadforyou
seedfilled and bloating in your
                                     shiny fatskin-firmflesh

cowering, glowering in the seedbeds and
sniping with the seeedliings
you skulk-sulk
and turn my stomach with your fleshy ripeness.

sooner or later a toad will  s u c k
the jooce from you
and all that shall remain will be your  shiny  red  skin
shrivelled and crisping in the sun  .ha. .ha.

poor persimmon, all alone in the gar-den
pop you in the compost bin               with the worms~and~woodlice
you will be   sufficiently   miserable there

you will like it.