ok here’s that pome i read the other day. the gae thing about wordpress is that they won’t let you indent to denote a continuous line, so when i post free-versey pomes like this one it’s kind’ve hard to tell where one line ends and the next begins. but whatever, it’s the words what matter, no?
the pliant easy sky’s bending yellowly in yielding delusion
the laughing demon sun lists names in aching coalescence
i concede his victory in a deathsail armada of twenty jets
who spit contrails spelling empty poems
decrying empty heads full of vacant sailboat comedreams
the train shudders and howls and conveys me faithfully through a solid night
home and hours to come mock me with bitter teeth
the spread of my hand is hollow assurance
the dry of my throat is an emblem of heads
the glistening haze of life shot through with greens
gives unending numerous hellful folds of
mind spurting sperm of life in words
in that sacred grasping at the sacred
never touching always trying
the engloriation of minutiae and mundane
the genius’ green dreams:
classic. delirious. intelligent.
sex. life. hapless point of woman’s chin.
helpless yearning boy’s espousals, screaming for joy of lungs, for joy of vocal pure and animal emotional bliss. shouting for having the spear, the sacred impaling sex pike.
the man fruit. the holy phallus of poseidon.
the love rivers.
the saints of all electric commingling.
the sacred electric yearning for all this commingling.
the comminglation of lovely saintly spanish human lovers.
the breeding laugh of men at night in sacrasanct streetlight drunken stumbles.
the grace and giving lilt of tennis shoes.
the softness of pavement.
the warmth of hand.
the cool aquiline shoulder curve.
the sacred snow of woman
how not to bend in worship
