August 2010
21 posts
Ode To The Montgolfier Brothers
levitating on Montgolfier gas the first in flight came down too fast from the colossal blue
but no man popped up just a rooster, a sheep, and a duck
Ode To Saint Julian The Hospitalier
oh julian,
like adam through a savage mirror
blood scent caught on the wind, hooves tickling your ear,
you stood naked and muddy in a sylvan garden
gnashing your teeth at writhing beasts
salivating over wriggling masses at your feet see now that the curse was only meet? how else would you have found your way? to altruism’s gain, a release from babylon’s chains
Ode To Erté
watch him fill a glass with sparkling glee
but madam turns her nose up at such things!
swaying slightly, all eyes on her politely
her head begins rising like curtains kiting pivoting, sporting her elegant slippers
she glides away from monsieur
and his cloud of quippers in the garden we find her alone, but not in distress
a doting crowd has migrated to gaze at her dress
and the fine...
Ode To Ivor Cutler
my birthday suit
should be big enough for two
one of me
one of you
but i’ll have to be very tall
or one of us quite small
maybe i can gain lots of weight
over the holiday
speak to the tailor, too
about my birthday suit
make it big enough for two
it’ll have to be double sewn
or we’ll burst the seams when we grow
and as easy to clean
when we get twice as dirty
my...
Ode To Alexander Selkirk
Seafaring deserter, you disembarking hooligan, wasn’t the galley fine?
asserting no worth you made quick work
of being left behind Don’t be afraid, castaway years bow and blur like wet wood curves and islanders who find shelter from time
feel that nothing ends, lost Christian
Ode To Lenny Bruce
the sick comic said, there is only what is what should be never did exist
with no ponderous oratory
his amphetamine opus verbally enfilades flanking what’s bogus with the keenest weapon
a man can get
tickled to death
by a feather of wit
Ode To Roland Barthes
Your delight in unary space
makes for no shouts or shakes
or heart aches or breaks
if immutable spectators’ glass eyes may
only witness an emotionally absent place
flicker, flash,
smashed rubble, faces trashed
say nothing also to me
or maybe focus a mask of meaning
but search only in these
fractured moments for the naivety
simply distractible pornography
mirrors of...
Ode To La Caméléon
Frédéric
of phantom days
circumambulate
a linear supposition of states
memories dissipate
in absconding wisps of voice and face
cold wall, weep not
for the prisoner of your self
the empty middle,
naked beauty,
time slow dives a fade
our little dramas disappear
your deeds cast shadows
but were never here
Ode To Márquez
Filomena, Saturnina, Nicolasa, Delgadina,
novice in love or parlor whore
queen of Babylon with a plebian roar By dint of a hint
the devil delivered you royal
to my ancient embrace
void of thrills corporeal bath in my nostalgia,
lay on my bed of alstroemeria
you nameless, edifying, edenic oasis imparting the madness of love with your face I see the allure of simplicity: even as you...
Ode To Pierre Boulle
If you suffer shame at feeling faint
cloak tropes like a black-plagued enigmatic saint
may protagonists be your guide
who hold time out of sight and mind
or like prisoners of war,
clinging to laurels
,
mask your hatred for rivals and quarrels
and daydream fantastic celestial journeys
seeking asylum in hallucination
where you
imagine miracles and divinations
and the taste of...
Ode To Uncle Henry
Dear George Creel, May I appeal to your sense of sagacity,
that sporting gumption for fancied disfunctions? ie, see me, fool like your lad Jimmie
will-o’-the-wisp when given my druthers
(don’t see the girls winking at each other) what’s a poor boob to do, linger on in a bachelor’s brood? lady killer don’t thrill her but
no bread means an empty bed here lies the gimmick in it: a...
Ode To Brighton Pier
see the gaudy glitter run thinner
game weight tumbles and breaks
melting lights limp to escape
filthy flashes of plastic glaze
flames lick you like a candy cane
pillars to frame the sinking scene
of a bourbon bike ride down a pebble beach
over the handlebars with my dropping jaws
you crackled and creaked while the sea clawed
Ode To Maxwell's Demon
paranoids, replete with wants jaws taut with nervous thoughts are daydreaming sensitives, deserving taunts who can’t keep their eyes on the particle jaunts
what common factor in our system’s master? his exclusive value is a horror to wit: demons unseen are all that exist
Ode To The Blackfoot
Niitsítapis,
I’ll sun-dance you till our flesh flaps like two old flags
here’s what you’ve lacked
from every man Jack Algonquian princesses, trim your sails to the wind each day open-mouthed to the mysterious “it” that rains and
I’ll sing praise of your honorable name
s darling daughters to Lords of the Great Plains
Ode To Albert
Mr. Mayor, Ladies, & Gentlemen,
for the German ghost, a hackneyed post
how you’ve posthumously endued! not only the spectrum of spacetime hues but our blossoming science of spiritual grace, too
in a materialistic age of transcending faith
and myths grown moot like the crumpled page liberation from the self
is an immeasurable wealth
so thanks be to thou, Al
Ode To Joseph The Splendid
The porky Maine woods victor boasted of his rigor
with a vociferous call of the wild
a true sojourn in style Whoever found pleasure in western dangers met Joseph’s cause with celebration
and studied martyrs at the college of nature in cowboy Teddy’s preservation nation Knowles parlayed sentiments of a sentimental age
in the pink of condition, with a dauntless display
curing nagging...
Ode To Vilhjalmur Stefansson
Captain Bartlett went wild with delight when he laid eyes on those serpentine Alutian isles, because jagged ice jaws bite, reflect truth, and set you free
claimed the Royal Geographic Society’s extolled caveatee Alas, Alaskan months of yore
gleaned esprit de corps wielding white demon sheens
down in Wrangler, holm of mortal danglers In the presence of looming foredoom
splintered...
Ode To Loulis
Slapping the wrist of exclusivity, who was caught bequeathing blows to beasts, merits a muse on the relevance of animal intelligence since languid debaters flout prudent alligators and laugh-off layers of linguistic disclaimers Alphabetical? Chimpsky, Chomsky, delusional Dolittle pepper in Irene’s talk, even Waal’s set-apart yet see these epiphanies labeled prattle of the parlour tea...
Ode To Kenneth Anger
Dearest dear, We saw a queer rat named fear playing hari-kari with great luminaries they unhinged, blood thinned by vertiginous binge like pay-dirt that bankrupted bruisers’ tongues when no merit was found in the calumny plunge Louts, see no courtesy! cool down in your ice water sheets and recollect your binding blight
: “If a star should doubt it would immediately go out”
Ode To Clara Bow
Pardon my prior guilt Over-feeding the wolfish ilk In curious query, on fortunes of filth How did so many fools and men Fit into Clara Bow’s Chinese den? Scenes like these can only be sketch (Life of the party died a vignette) Like gluttony ends a daydream bliss: “Alas At times I found Exquisite bitterness In Your kiss.”
Ode To Carson McCullers
like a clap and pop of paper over rock your musing purview beats slaphappy moments your contaminated southern sway with bullets unraveling little girl lace like festering spots on a sweetheart’s lips if you could only speak, would you forgive? would you tell that dullard all you did? spill the penitence like ink runs down a moon crescent you make alack of us but not anathema