Archive for December, 2012
We’ve got Brits passing by on bikes
while I’m vomiting.
Boys play pin a tail on a donkey,
and dogs run free.
Intimidated or over chosen,
I always carry Scout there.
neighing — the action on the part of the house of saying no
neigh — to laugh loudly
neighbour hood — to live closely to someone, to border upon
neigh — the natural call or cry uttered by a horse
bor or bour
the civil and the revolution
the protestants, the catholics, the constitution.
Were any of them real wars?
Fake Merwins, Fat Dianes
The fat Dianes pray to child Buddhas
who sit at Whole Foods
eating sandwiches with fake Merwins.
Please save me, they say.
The Merwins are too old,
the Dianes too fat.
They walk down Broadway
that are painted the wrong brown,
toward Asian women
with gray roots who ask,
“How old are you?”
She is turning in and out of herself
sitting alone in her bedroom
a D.C. blonde caught in a power trap.
Never make a commitment,
never crack a smile.
You are a happy-go-lucky old lady
they are turning into a pedophile.
Diane is playing dodge ball,
Diane is having tea.
Diane has a lion face,
Diane is not the queen.
Merwin, Merwin where are you
One day Andy Warhol will take a photo of all this
and turn it into a Marilyn Monroe triptych
with pink and purple dots
and cheshire cat smiles,
an island where washing machines
curl into smoke bombs
and little shoes wait to be worn
I don’t know if Merwin walked by tonight
Will you cut the wires
Will you show me the detonator
where Vietnam war Vets make games
of door stoops and step landings.
I might slip once winter settles in
I might find my car full of smoke
The dents in my front door might detonate too,
but Merwin, Merwin where are you?
Everybody went, I thought I was going too.
The audience only knows what it needs
She’s fat or she’s skinny or she shits,
She parrots what the tests have already shown.
Slate bombs and firecrackers and jugs full of percolite
cars in ghost lights beneath fake trees
and blue glazed vases that tell where the arsenal sits
in the condo between the ladders where nobody lives
That’s what keeps you on air
That’s what keeps you on ride
When I step from my house
Who’s on my side
Now my car has black fingerprint dust
and they’ll leave it alone
The first hour they taped my mouth
The second hour they shook my skull
The third hour they blistered my breasts
and now I sit all alone
Even the lover in you cannot bring her home
A performance keyed up that no one can see
an audience that takes to trader chatter
partly somewhat sloppy and partly somewhat whole
pieces of my life taped together in a dress
rehearsal to the death
I work or I don’t
I cannot breathe
I’ll always be a little late
but no more headaches and no more colds
A fake cigarette in a fake mask mouth
might need a smoke
Once we run out of colors
we’ll know we’re through
the script looks like the rainbow
You got old people
but mostly young
Insiders or outsiders none have defects
She’s not too affectionate
He doesn’t use his paws
He’s a piece of paper
they like to laugh and touch
Keyed up cats and no food dogs
I can make this amount of dirt turn to diarrhea dog shit
Your vagina blood is sprayed on paint
Members of the cult, you know what I mean
The minute you become gods you work without cameras
the minute you put on sneakers
you’re part of the camera-and-sneaker clan
Where a nice old lady sits on a bench
looking for slaphappy rainbows and slicked on skin
The nice couple on the pedestal
has made a request
to cornhusk it and bubble it a likeable best
where humorizing and glamorizing are paid by the hour
I pretend this just isn’t happening
I pretend if I don’t talk it all
she won’t notice
I just stand here and pose
like I did on the slide
as a child in 1975
I don’t believe in ratings
I just shake my dick
Or play a gay boy sick
It’s obvious who’s queer
It’s obvious who’s upset
I’ve decided enough is enough but I still get paid
by third-seat writers who work on the slade
If the signatures aren’t authentic
is the independence real
Jefferson and Adams, they had their fakes
Dozens will view it
I would like to see the show
I’d like to look at my show everyday
I’d like to be a bit easier around people
I’ll calm down now if you’ll please sedate me.