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We only kick it in fresh linens
Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
- Vladimir Mayakovsky
blinkt the blight'd earth,
like a monocle to my sightless eye beside
til vision ga-ga-goes
proceeding\receding,
guffawing sweet night away.
And ah! mine sore eyes of placid glass
being all I sea-saw seeing this morn
/ twisting ju't ou'side
the window\&her frame
like silk in the barb'd-
wire verse
tittering loose winds away.
It's all comes, you know,
at such a cost.
And the reward? It is always less and less.
But yet yet it is a thing to do I suppose,
(tho I am the dirt worst at what I do best!)
still, Where SHALL we fit in, dear friend,
hmmmm?
When night & day ALLALLALL collapse?
So I woke, stirred about the house,
thinking\thunking nothing much
dithering up from the alcove of youthful cond-escension,
“well, well Dear Self Dearest,
seems so little might we die this day (THIS day, THAt day..)
that one could almost mistake it for being alive! Ha!”
Ah rise and revise again,
knock not on my door
you O head honcho
of the headless horsemen,
riding up and back my street
in ill-fitting linens
now walking on my floor
knock not knock knock
for i've not a pence nor franc to spare if fear
so perhaps we might
kissie-kiss in the rearview
and call it square?
(no go)
and now with a sigh of apprehension
I reply
that I can only afford
to buy a little time
and some small degeneration.
& This is dribble and we all know it.
(I have been on the fire escape the whole while you see!)
though it feels rather cold/steel/seamless beneath my feet
and escapeless to my heart.
-still I might babble in extravagant neediness
if you pretend to pay attention.
“AND OH Enfilade MY Enfilade in flat tan trousers and listless! How You are mistaken
m'boy!” ...he is saying..
“..See you were not spared, nonoohno,
so much as forced to take an extension
( naturally, with interest\)
“..and as such,
is this not glorious weather for desolation!?”
to which I think,
if this is the sum breadth of our brilliance, oh Ye,
and full depth of our revolutions,
thnn Let Us All Be As Mayakovsky !
by which I mean of course
red dead
with a bullet in the chest.
Published 20th Jan 2013
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21st Jan 2013 2:51am
H'ow
I'ronical.......just got a volume
of ol'Mayak in the mail
t'other day, & have been readin heavily from thus- even
started a poom to him but scrapped it.
& here it is you wrote it for me!
bless ye, my son!
& done so well.....eXelent poom, kind sir!!
I'ronical.......just got a volume
of ol'Mayak in the mail
t'other day, & have been readin heavily from thus- even
started a poom to him but scrapped it.
& here it is you wrote it for me!
bless ye, my son!
& done so well.....eXelent poom, kind sir!!
21st Jan 2013 4:07am
Anonymous
21st Jan 2013 9:08am
Reads like an absstarct painting, the frantic voice and chopped up style add to the total of the atmosphere, looking over edges of dark, walking on tight ropes....
Muv enjoyed!
Muv enjoyed!
21st Jan 2013 12:56pm
