Saturday, August 25, 2012

Nightshade


Dearies, 

I want nothing to do with light- 
Hearted blank verse or rhyming 

Structures like ear, hear, near— 
I want nothing but tendrils 

Untouched by bittersweet 
Nothings clinging 

To bier after bier after bier. 


12 comments:

  1. A fine poem, but you misspelled "beer".

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  2. beer after beer after beer
    Nothings clinging
    taken far into some 3,000 page sutra as:

    Nothings' clinging ... & then

    gone ?

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  3. I have to admit I was sticking my neck out with this one and I'm not crying in my bier--but I couldn't for the life of me resist the temptation to have one more beer, Coors, of course, in this here dank cellar, d'ya hear?

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  4. Poor people's graveyards are lovely simulations of a democratic paradise that has never existed, still to dream of such places is more pleasant by far than to imagine being forced to suffer through (see right margin) a "free online course on modern & contemporary American poetry".

    (What'll these grant funded easystreet cybermarketers think up next??)

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  5. Did I hear you say "zombies in cyberpoesyland" or was it just my imagination? Either way (that's democracy for you), it looks like this course is going to knock 'em dead again.

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  6. Well, a sneak preview of an old hat -- it's that way with the modern & contemporary walking dead. Just going through the motions, a bit of green mould under the fingernails, perhaps a sliver or two from prying open the coffin lid: nothing that can't be cured by two or three more grants, a major prize, full tenure and perhaps a Chair (velvet lined of course). It's like they say, If you can't write it, sit on it.

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  7. Sit on it?
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:RGS_13.jpg

    CHARLATAN

    Yikes! I can almost
    Picture it—
    A fakir

    Riveted on
    Going through
    The motions

    On a bed of spikes.

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  8. And the really strange thing is, the guy says his problem is sleep apnea.

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  9. now
    thanx to y'all
    all of this (it) makes perphecht
    sense to me !
    also:
    re-garding these grants and blue or red velvet chairs;

    where can I get me some so's I can finish up (my)
    ARS POETIC HER
    and move on to these contiual interviews of potential
    knew (new?) muses ? all they (these young, cute muses seem to want is money
    & glitter & fame

    instead of my "free" verse & loving waves.


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  10. Ah, apnea but

    STOP!

    Are we ready to take this thing
    (apologies to James Arness),

    to its logical occlusion?


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  12. Dear Tyler,


    This Is Just To Say

    I have read
    the words
    that were in
    the icebox

    of your brain
    and which
    you were probably
    saving
    for your tombstone

    forgive me but
    I’m sending them
    back where they deserve
    to be preserved

    so sweet
    and so cold
    in marble aid

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