THE HIRSUTE DECLINE OF SOUL |
"The bumps on my head&I wouldn't mind being baldIf the bumps on my head made people sorry" - Gregory Corso
Enough these genetic windsWhich shed my skull from hair
Like a young tree bared from its frui...
Posted by SGL on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:11:00 PST |
AN UNTITLED LONELY POEM ABOUT DEATH TRUTH AND LIES |
(I)
To die alone.
For me to die alone, noLess than you cared Me to liveIs to exist in silence-
(a clouded Moon or gossip &...
Posted by SGL on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 11:01:00 PST |
TWISTING WHAT NIPPLES A CLOUD ALLOWS |
As my tired eyes marvelled in the passing cloudsMy back fell through the rumoured grass
(Dogs, out of touch, ran from hole to doorAnd collapsed under knotty pine tables)
One sudden cloud detached (and...
Posted by SGL on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:12:00 PST |
ALL OF MY UNCLES AT ONCE |
of little significance or nutritional value, to reader- but here for the records I keep
(The Boerums)
&nb...
Posted by SGL on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:10:00 PST |
GRAVEYARD APPLES |
GRAVEYARD APPLES AND A REPUBLICAN BOY WITH NO LESS BRAINS THAN A PACKLE OF SEEDS (BEFORE CARS, ALL HORSE AND BUGGY- QUAINT FOR THE SAKE OF MY UNWASHED POEM)
You'd see equestrian printsShoed in caked p...
Posted by SGL on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 08:09:00 PST |
THE TREES IN MY HAIR ARE HAPPY |
To only confuse this land with body
Is to shave born begonias
From the universal beard of
Hallelujah and ri...
Posted by SGL on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 10:41:00 PST |
I NO LONGER WEAR FUN PAJAMAS |
I no longer wear fun pajamas-Not because I fear slumber comfortBut that I worry too many waysAbout blanket strangulationAnd sudden heatLimbs akimbo and screaming dreams-I fear myself clawing at cotton...
Posted by SGL on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 10:53:00 PST |
MY MODERN JESUS |
If God allowed me the freedomTo wrap myself in silly headlocksYet still remain free-Then I would ride soundlyWith him in his unwholesome crusade-I would stand proudly on my kneesA squatted monk with g...
Posted by SGL on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 10:07:00 PST |
IN AND OUT OF HEART |
(I)In bed, well beyond my agenda, I cry for the elephants.But also fantasize of concealed canons, in my breastPulsing out meat bombs through the menus of cultureProtecting the World by ending it all-
...
Posted by SGL on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 06:45:00 PST |
DECISIVE APATHY LEAVES ME DUTCH |
I stand much alone, like Dutch pride -Behind lunging nationals alit with history
Waving flags from their ancestors tombs-
I hear no song, which rolls for thee-Or untolled bells that ring for whom
My v...
Posted by SGL on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:22:00 PST |
