Thursday, May 04, 2006

And Now, 2(A Poema) ... (listening to Jeopardy)

Simon ... as found in ZYZZYVA ... Y-QUE ...

SIMPLE PRESENT
by Rodrigo Toscano


CREDIT Cut off--
"so
on your way!"
held
(were you?)

(in and around old '95)

The white luck of markets
eliberate odds

emptiness?

No universal luxuries
to poeticize here

Rationing then was for calm
Rationing now is for rage

ORGANIZATION

Gauntlets of indictments
to speak through
(did you?)

MEMORY what's missing
pressing
meaning
(little as a neutral concept)

They began with
what they had

was changing

Institutional Agreements
canceled
at the drop of a hat

the rate-of-profit hat
still falling . . .

dragging with it
you too
activist

Began with clues
or rumors
of consensus

were accumulating

are dispersing

What person
couldn't sense force
aimed at their body
was likely ill

What person
couldn't free words
dictated by force was likely . . .

(here
in and around old '95
merely)
(and not so merely
did they falter)

WORDWORKERS
everyone

plugged
away

being taken

MEMORY

what's left
spend it
like there's no . . .

[sundried flower lit by the math of
by the smiling mock
by the penury
of our predicament
called

TOMORROW

love like a dirty, dirty switchblade
by Lizz Huerta


here we are in the bathtub with boredom.
darling! let me pop the stopper, drain the drain
and call down the pipes to Lucifer

to come on up, bring a fifth of Jack, his raunchy slideshow
for I tire of your romance, your brushing my hair with oil
your simple songs and idiotic bedroom looks of love.

hate-fuck me in the morning so I am reminded the rest of the day
suck the knuckle lover, we’ll lick the blade clean
humble me so that I know what it is

to be alive and want
unseal my poetry tattoo
give me a reason to love you back to normal.

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