I've started reading a new poetry book called "Angel Hair Anthologies." I bought it for my friends birthday, but maybe I'll keep it. I really like Wonderful Things, by Ron Padgett.

Anne, who are dead and whom I love in a rather asinine fashion
I think of you often

buveur de l'opium chaste et doux
Yes I think of you

with very little in mind

as if I had become a helpless moron

Watching zany chirping birds

That inhabit the air

And often ride our radio waves


So, I've been sleeping lately with no clothes on
The floor which is very early considering the floor
Is made of birds and they are flying and I am
Upsidedown and ain't it great to be great!!

Seriously I have this mental (smuh!) illness

Which causes me to do things

on and away

Straight for the edge
Of a manicured fingernail
Where it is deep and dark and green and silent
Where I may go at will
And sit down and tap
My forhead against the sunset

Where he takes off the uniform
And we see he is God

God get out of here

And he runs of chirping and chuckling into his hand

And that is a wonderful thing

...a tuba that is meadowful of bluebells

is a wonderful thing

and that's what I want to do

Tell you wonderful things



I love the image of God running and chuckling into his hand.

Satelite Poetry

I can’t tally the numbers today
indecent
I’ll pepper the neighbors cat
then pace off ninety steps on the Indian Ocean,

The devil corrupted me
the devil corrupted you
scour off potatoes eyes
afore the mash’n begins in earnest..

I must shave my legs today
reasonable
I’ll die of starvation
then sift through layers of Egyptian Cotton.

The devil corrupted you
the devil corrupted me
slash the neighbor’s tires
of certainty mow the daffodils so spring can come in.

I sympathize with degenerative diseases
Phew
I’ll list my moon cycling dates
then plow through coconut leaves in South America.

You corrupted the devil
the devil made me do it
spearhead the decline of rabid zebras
strategize placement of mistletoe and wait.




I wrote this with the Gary Sullivan poem Vow to Poetry in mind. Although, I didn't use Google. It was kind of fun making up stanzas that fit his pattern, so I went with it and did three.

Late night

I'm up really late again. A little on the one sentence poem. I listened to a bunch of kids talking during a craft activity in which they made turkey puppets. I wrote down phrases that I heard. Then I mixed in some short phrases from a book called, "365 Manners Kids Should know." I think there may be a few places in the poem that resemble sentence endings.

Turkey

Turkey,
Never mind the cool wig
Giving your audience the wrong number
Cause I recognize the phenomena
Of your writing despite gravity
Cleansing your palate from backtracked minutes
Of turkey lingo that your child hates to talk about
In Spanish which you
Say can never light you up
At religious ceremonies
With a candle stick of unfriendly words
That blow mind fire
From your vegetarian fire teacher
Who proclaims you happy
To be a free wig
To put something in your hair
To cut these causes out
For three pennies alluding
To knowing what you know
Buying into the turkey in your child’s room
Who is alive,
But truly in danger
Because the gravity of writing while holding minutes
In a white torch,
Singing off key melodies
Of “I’m a lady, the lady is my turkey”
Takes one bow, gives one kiss, or simply toasts
Each of those lingos gravely
Laying in horizontal mazes
Next to your Spanish pillow
That you squeeze fondly every single night
While telling me that you may light me up
With this candle stick representing the godly need
To blow fire of happiness
To be free of pushing something grave
Out for three turkeys
That eulogize your writing while a torch of a lady
Puts your pillow night light
Up this stick
Of fire that’s free falling
Over a crescent moon that drips
Tear drops of gravity in chaos.

words I used for Homophonic Poison

Astagnis back collegue nope piano sick do test cooperative un pop trick here I’ya provide FYI John tell did sex coat fox on smack cellular me Carl’s flirt aggressive inconclusive fit scoring hours tox liberation persuasive poison housekeeper right dying alcohol burns drunk isotope sauce false country know ginger roll emergency smart annoying so move chicken Mexico plane race appropriate gratitude no compass Macy’s free now 8pm its space immune cut throat wins progressions ass confirmation should pain point wrong hate mind immature ridicule dealing pride remarkably euphemizing computer employee extension valet

Homophonic Poison

Stagnate black collage of peony on a stick
saying “don’t eat Cooper’s additive”

Tease coordinates on unprotected Pop-Tarts
hi yapping overrides UFO’s joining Teletubbys on Faux

Incarnate figs scoured with hords of toxic-liberated nations
parading passion on an isotope saucer

Dealio prarasites remarginalize eulogies
that come powdered in empty extraordinary valentines

Toss lipton perfume on pointed keelhose
rhyming like diecast alchemy burping dumped history

Cuticles throb winsomely procreating configurations
in sassy rolls of ginger smack shouting pandemic woes

Rolfing on chiclet sized mexi-nuggets in emergent smatterings of androgens
smurfs plastering raucous apples with green nocturnal mystery

Ride cute little deer learning pyramadic realities
And forced euthanizing of her combat empty expatriot vandal

Improper riding delusions prick remorseful phlegm
On compacts embellishing eclectic vittles

Falacies of corrupted knick-knacks gorging on rogue smiles
anointed with slow-mo chill and mixing plaster with rice.