17/18 poems

The 17/18 Poems 10: More than the Usual Pissed Off

Posted in 17/18 poems on November 26th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

More than the usual pissed off

the inauguration of birds

waving poetry’s flag:

Mick Jagger’s sweatpants

The full-on

tit-craziest

ass-grabber

ever

where is our grumpy

keeper of the peace?

this has started filthy

Nothing corners the eye like orange


The 17/18 Poems 9: They Walked the Location

Posted in 17/18 poems on November 18th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

they walked the location

whereupon all force resides

and stopped

give this some air, he said

I myself am almost being played

hear the music rough as bark

he now looking cross

the silence distressing

as one block of memories

in question stood

enough of them

darkening his eyes

the subject of his body


The 17/18 Poems 8: A Portion of Malice

Posted in 17/18 poems on November 4th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

he’s a person that knows better than love

but can’t stop himself all the same.

she was a church in the sky

dropping birdshit on people below.

in Britain, things were done differently:

more slowly and with less passion.

okay, something hit me somewhere.

is it that

I can see myself a portion of malice

or at least the meander of their doing?

our hero arrives in take charge mode,

but who can ultimately confirm or deny the world.

we are left with its giant question.

hero cowers. It’s okay big guy.


The 17/18 Poems 7: The Order Imposed by Conflict

Posted in 17/18 poems on October 21st, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

the order imposed by conflict

the metallic tasting air

boot heels furrowing the ground

we are flying their flag in risk for glory

from simple death there is no escape

from a complicated one

you can always run

I push at my insides

I feel a bit more cushion than stone

that is the conflict’s center


The 17/18 Poems 6: A Structure of Inspiration and Concern

Posted in 17/18 poems on October 14th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

a structure of inspiration and concern

has escaped in the moonlight

and you got thinking life might

be alright for a minute

don’t pretend

it’s beneath your notice

it’s not

(just for the moment

I’m saying)

you rush to gather

loyal and murderous

and ask on Wednesday

is poetry young or old

the corners are sharp in the light

kishmet is hell, what I say

like a collision

talking bird and window here

you don’t mean that, thud

the shame is deeper, thud

I, thud

you, thud thud

Oh God, crack


The 17/18 Poems 5: The Heaven We Can’t Figure

Posted in 17/18 poems on September 16th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

like the heaven

we can’t figure

or the subject

we inherit

taken on clumsy authority

the liberty for new mistakes

shot or hell shot

instant nature

not to be one

or to be one

we can’t figure

the wall waits

a sign of grace for the head


The 17/18 Poems 4: Unsuitable Objects

Posted in 17/18 poems on September 9th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

mixed character and whole jealousy

remembered nonsense forgotten wisdom

and certain interests

whose personal nature makes them

unsuitable objects of

impersonal concern

the thought to leave her

far away behind

rolling contemplation

between your fingers

slowly

how do these things get decided

is this a break or a bend

when do I know

trying too hard

is between her

it’s my rid


The 17/18 Poems 3: More Fitting than Otherwise

Posted in 17/18 poems on September 3rd, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

Better than nothing. More fitting than otherwise.

A thought that starts that way never ends well.

With pleasure a footnote, and so without striving.

Please note the cares I’m full of

The acts of correction on my body

The thoughts I guard

Their often differing ambitions

The heavy use of question


The 17/18 Poems 2: Forcing Bad Moons

Posted in 17/18 poems on August 26th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

with never not today

I can’t say no

for forcing bad moons

the stars yelling at your ear

give your name to flight

and little ambition

nonsense forgotten

says plump matron

while she like the water

bends light in her medium


The 17/18 Poems 1: On the Why I Crack My Head

Posted in 17/18 poems on August 12th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
and on the why
I crack my head
bodies are real?
stop leaving me.
becoming what?
the final claw
with you I grieve
the lesson, a bite
forever

and on the why

I crack my head

bodies are real?

stop leaving me.

becoming what?

the final claw

with you I grieve

the lesson, a bite

forever