2/2/10

dialectics 69

why I want you back.
why I never wanted you in the first place.

Doodly Squat

Are you nothing.
I'm less.
I haven't made bisquits in 6 weeks
you found a pencil in the storm

and clung for life
it lied to you
it lifted you
it lightened you
it listening to your lies
it loosened your waistband
and loosens now
your juicey loving
some pencil

Sick Song of the Socred

is the extremest melody
me first me first me first
the song of the swine
fuck everybody else
who don't have yatchs
or shovels
the song of the slime
slithering through the
lobby of the Empress
fuck everybody
that don't have 2 strong arms
to dig their own graves
fuck those union troublemakers
get their fingers
out of our pie


the song of the certifiable neanderthals
snaking out of
the cloakrooms of the legislature
so what I guess I'm saying is
recognize the Premier's
song and dance
listen to it quick
because it's never
going to make
the top 40
it's not going to to make
the hit parade
what we're after
is better lives
not more money, profits,
antiques, extinct animal luxuries
better lives
money can't buy
me love
I was born in a book
look look
my heart is an open book
born to read
and born to sing
the blues
they took a reading
on the meter
and found out I read you
do you read me partner
the reading is mutual
read this it's so soft
read you later alligator
there's read enough
in this stew
to starve an army
I'll read you
on the corner
of story street
in the fourth corner
did you read
the ferry to nanaimo
take me to your reader
shut up and read me alone
my phants were read
my palm was read
the reading rights
of the silent scream
every time you read
about a sucessful
revolution
the first thing they do
is teach the people
how to read
read me the riot act
you can read a horse
to water
but you can't make it
write

2/1/10

My name is Balloon

Balloon the pretty kitty, they can call me
Marilyn, but I know how I feel.
I feel like a yellow helium
balloon when I put the 
pump in my mouth all light
and floating in the air and
getting bigger and bigger and
lighter and lighter and higher
and higher until a whole 
fleet of 747's could fly into
me at which point of course
I explode back to the size of 
the pretty pussy I am at the
end of my leash


zonko

Vengence for De Pape (Sammy Sammy)

I'm sorry for all the things
I've done in my life
that upset you
and will try
not to let it happen again
even though I know
the passionate response
even in it's cruelty
makes life more real
my life is too real as it is
I need peace
and trust and
good loving
a laugh in the morning
a dance in the afternoon
absence of evidence
is not evidence of absence

quaffing a blitz at the spot

pouring the beer is easy
lugging the cases
you get used to
it's the psychological hassle
that get's to you

Interviews from the afterlife

after 
life


after
light


glow
figure
four qorm
from
form
farm


warm
form


forewarmed
is four armed

forewarm
arch
your career
in writing


as soon
as you got
paper the 
ribbon
ran out
as sonn
as you got
ribbon
the electric
failed
Awl
Gots
Chillun
Got
Ribbon

Humdrum Bum

often
when stinking
of freedom
you'll run into
an old guy you
knew but
couldn't have
any sympathy
for


zonko

shopping maul

not that
different
different
different
INVEST
-igate
the Shock Market


zonko

You Big Nothing (a pome for m)

don't give us
none of that
wonder gism
none of that
honeybucket
poetry sucker
none of that
sizzling sliced 
heart

zonko

X is

the name of 
that poem I did
n't write tonight
part of that famous 
book I didn't write
all month


and goobledeegoop
is the poem I didn't 
write last night
the one you wrote
instead


zonko
and then
I tole her
come get
your
minimum
daily requirement


zonko

twist top tilly

trot 
your truth
off to
the teeth
over there


zonko
a spell on you
a heart on
from form


zonko

alpha bytes (continued)

sing sign
sighn
angle
wings
sine qua
non
stink or swim


zonko

1/28/10

wedding song (for Elke & Clint, their union)

I dreamt I saw al ginsberg
he was climbing down that tree you know the tree
climbing down the tree
naked as a baby
beckoning to me

billy babe says he
please pass these words
pass these words on for me:

kindness is the poem
can you finish it

what kind are you
all one of a kind

kindness provokes
kindness spills over
kindness returns plenty
kind and kinder
unkindness echoes
boomboomerangs
kindness is a few words
before kiss
in the dictionary
read slowly
if you don't get the kiss
before you finish 


zonko

Mayqueen's Dead, Long Live The Mayqueen

a kid's king no kidding he stood where no one stood
where no one should
he stood the taste of time
he understood
he didn't want to understand
he wanted to overstand
like his prosecutors overstood
pissing off the smartypants
and the too cute by half
the disingenuous the conniving
the craven and corrupt


zonko

MAMA

thanks for the swallowtail,
thanks for the smell of the species iris
thanks for the lilac's attack
thanks for the ears
that hear the heron's hoarse compleynt,
the raptors' whistles the loons' hilarity,
thanks for the lips whispering thanks for the tongue
thanks for the kicks thanks for the kisser
and thanks for the nose that brings me back
to the herb and the rose thanks for the womb
thanks for the fingers thanks for the toes
thanks for the coming and going
thanks for teeth chatterin ice cool life



Zonko

Alpha Byte

bark
bang
banned
bard


can't
call
cancun
cancelled
canzone


dig
para
digm


each
easy
entr
existence


friend
frequently
fried
friend


growl
grown now
grunting
guesses


honest
honey
hump
hunger


if
id
is
in
it
idiot


jack
jolts
juicey
luce


kake
kiss
kommen
komrade


late
lift
light
list


zonko (sometime, 1987-1990)

1/23/10

Nobody called.
I'm sorry.
The phone was busy all day.

 zonko (same)
sit still 
and watch yourself
walk away

zonko (same)

The Midget

was a restaurant
Borges went to get a hamburger
he couldn't even see
his picture being taken


zonko (same)

The Void

precedes me
exceeds me
succeeds me
this is it
parinoia
paves the pathway
towards satori.


the master replies,
if you are thinking of
"towards satori"
it is not satori
you are thinking about.
satori is here.
can you go towards here?
start walking!

zonko (same journal)

The Fourth Eye (for J. Pethick)

No two ways about it.
Seventy one views
of the same tree
hang somewhere behind
the transparent plastic
tacked above the window
seeing is believing- seventy one views
the mountains float
upside down on the water
or pendicolar to
the mountain
ninety degrees
blue sky and clouds
mountains
and water
outlining infinity

zonko (same)
I'd better drop dead is what she said.
After I'd already said, You better get off it.
So it was goodbye my trump and bitter pill,
B.B. King's "The thrill is gone" ironically
echoing from the plastic speaker of the transistar
I'd turned on to help me survive the packing
which was over so fast that I thought for a minute
this must be a dream.


Climbing into the taxi two hands full of suitcase, typewriter in my teeth,
I thought of her beautiful body and held back the tears, just.
I thought of the snarl in her final fury and shook my head.
I didn't have the foggiest where I was going.
What planet was I contemplating.


Louise was the kind of woman you wanted to meet when
you had two weeks and a fireplace and a
clear willingness to wear out your face smiling.
I'm not quite sure what it was about me that had
landed me the part of the juggler early on, but there I was,
as usual, getting out of the cab, teeth full of typewriter,
hands full of luggage and head full of mean thoughts about
the woman who'd fingered me out the door as the last act
of an eight year minor tragicomedy.
And there she was behind her big red eyes in the rain
in front of the Sylvia Hotel, titling her head slightly and saying,
maybe you know.
Ther was no time to say, maybe I'd like to because of the acrobatics required to drop my bag and catch my typewriter right at my shoetops
after my teeth forgot what they were supposed to be doing.

zonko (same journal)

Demon Eyes

Gadzooks!
Goo glued
these eyeballs
to your flying smile


zonko (same same)

Realize

this is not me.
I have lifted
this image of me
from the garbage
and uncrumpled it
reclaiming your me

zonko (from same journal)

forkless

a knife-like life
a fork-like talk
a spoon-like croon
a plate-like fate
a bowl-like goal
a cup jump up
a glass class grasp

zonko (from a old journal, never before published)

You Friends

you can't make your friends behave as you want
you wouldn't make your friends behave as you want
if you could they wouldn't be your friends
if you would you wouldn't be their friends


your friends can't behave as they want
your friends can't make you behave as they want
if they could they wouldn't be your friend
if they would you wouldn't be their friends
you wouldn't know them


zonko (sometime in december 2008)

1/21/10

cereus (for pam)


                                                                blooms
                                                              one sunset
                                                            five years later
                                                                 delicate
s
t
e
m
                                                          gravity defying
                                                            blossom
                                                          as big and
                                                         as quick as
                                                          a bruise

 zonko

ThistleGetYou? (for Cezanne & Linda Jane)



Hearty beasts, thisles,
with the will of iron,
as if they'd spent centuries
shrunken into their microenvelopes
crossing whole solar systems


intent on that lonnnng 
drink of dirt they'll have
soon as they get to your garden
their cohorts thinking similarly
on the same solar winds.
biodefenders?
come from alpha centauri?
to root, acclimatize,
return to their mature stature
(near the size of homo sapiens!);
keeping vigil
to defend the endangered potatoes,
tortured, maimed and boiled potatoes
to extract blood sacrifice,
interstellar justice
for the voracious tubervores


awaiting the blood of the gardener
anticipating
the throbbing heartbeat of the potato eater
sure to be there by twilight


zonko

Death's Door Is Wide

 

maybe they'll kill you
two or three times
stab you, drown you,
run you over
and give you a job
before you make it
to death's dirtcovered
dooooorrrrrwwwway


zen what?
zen you is delicious!
at long last you made it!
you're on the menu
for the worms


zonko

untruth untongued . have tungue will babble . peerless teutongued . tonglued up in goo


it took me a week more to move out than i wanted it to but moving must have been what zeno was up to when he couldn't get those arrows to reach the target i'd still be packing if it wasn't for my little boy, Matt came, he packed, he loaded with a bit of help from Cornelius and today finally i've got the plywood for my bed and the rug and my bagel tray (which doesn't fit in
this oven, darn darn) Dave drove me home i labeled soap for Colleen this afternoon after cleaning up at ford cove and visiting the recycling depot i don't envision myself here for long, i'll probably housesit for mary and gordon until christmas, then maybe i'll be moving into the judge's place loren, i like her,
i'm not sure if i'd have to live the interrupted life (out in
summer?) but that might be incentive to travel, orvieto
here i come.  or if
i could just drop dead in time for summer, do you think life gets easier when you're dead? do you think the dead are spared gravity or quadrupled gravity?
(from a letter from) zonko