poetry – Page 9 – Divagyrations

uwatenagé

your current address in nagoya under a highway next to a hill’s hoist between a railroad track and a night market your heart wedged between a dove cot and a night spa your son your husband yoshiwara dreaming

Harmacy

I think I mite jez stay at the otel de france Enjoy the quality furniture Later perhaps Reconnoitre thru the cobbled streets Try not to step on zebu shit I put a lot of faith in quality leather shoes I put scant importance in order I can definitely taste urine in this soup

Rehearsal

“I think poetry is a collective thing Considering where we live What people around us do What we do with people around us That tiny hint of thunder On a bright sunny day”

Composite

Tiny tits Square face Kimono arms Thick ankles Large nostrils Greasy hair Beauty the likes of which I will never taste

L’eau de robinet

(A picture of a dairy cow blown to smithereens, the body parts forming the letter O in mid air. Jagged edge. Cartoon explosion like a spoke wheel.) A photo of children heads down on water spouts in a park in the 12eme arrondissement. A Pakistani kid with a water lily razor cut into his buzzContinue reading “L’eau de robinet”

seruni alam nyata

semakin lambat membaca poèmes choisis of my oh men what’s wrong with the literature of developing cunt trees? terisak dia mendengar berita jiwanya klimis tanpa pomade talk less, do me it’s the dashboard directory of goodies that are the case whereof you cannot speak thereof you shan’t speak who says shan’t nowadays you wouldn’t myContinue reading “seruni alam nyata”

Mariel

Can u hear the drums Fernando? They’re buried in the mix and no one can hear em cry Do u feel at all ashamed Fernando? The summer’s lost its grass and no one’s complaining Except u Fernando. There’s something in the sky at night And it’s not u Fernando.

Platinum

I think I’ll just have the XOXO I know you love me fried rice Hasn’t got prawns in it has it I’m allergic to love

your name (every)where

I passed by the beach At Tago and saw The snow falling, pure white, High on the peak of Fuji. –Yamabe No Akahito (translation by Kenneth Rexroth) i passed by your Flickr page at http://www.flickr.com/people/****************/ and saw your love handles, bulging, out of your Billabong bikini.

nanophone daze

it’s not like i like writing poetry. it’s not like i can. but what else have i got over you? not even that. you’re more poetic than i’ll ever be. you’ve experienced more of this hell on earth than i. you have visited 110% of the countries in the world! your map is made upContinue reading “nanophone daze”