17/18 poems

The 17/18 Poems 29: Stubbornly Former

Posted in 17/18 poems on July 6th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

by this kind

he means cancer

the prospect he attaches to firmly

narrative abusing time…again

he is the tom of love now

all windows

in the mood to be forgotten

while others discuss

bribes and blandishments

instead of the love

they are too afraid to want

let the heaven we inherit approach

out of the deep business of some dream,

that heaven so stubbornly former


The 17/18 Poems 28: No, Mrs. Khokhlakov, No

Posted in 17/18 poems on June 22nd, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

no, Mrs. Khokhlakov, no

what can one say

of how to live a life

other than

to just survive it

burnt shame

darkening memory

can God even caution you now?

I hope, but hope only

waiting to be told

that Icarus melts the stars

The 17/18 Poems 27: From Where the Animating Myth

Posted in 17/18 poems on June 15th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

from where the animating myth

such a thing including

the farmer/cow rehearsal

always like we call them

we first and death as dead

I was young once

mind big like a city

human above the body

two ass-clenching years of it

like a bird too chirpy

practicing my no-one in a bar routine

you don’t know how shitty perfect feels


The 17/18 Poems 26: Various and Blinding

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and if not why not

talk to me

I’ve given

a wonderful way

a wordful song

a foolhardy love

sometimes you need

off and unlike

various and blinding

I’m not saying stupid, stupid


The 17/18 Poems 25: I’m telling

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there falling wasted

when I think closed down

with such a thing including

if by yes

of course I’m telling

what?/but cool

a sign of grace

these woods, these old people

the spring of morning

the bones I still remember

The 17/18 Poems 24: Dude Raw

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a break like a bend

more or less alive

many rains,

desires, and ideas

dude raw too afraid

the whole jealousy

a suitcase of a man

or a tarball ruining

someone’s beach

the freckled little milk

the mall of dead commerce

the sad clock of particular energy

it’s mixed character

tick, tock, tick

The 17/18 Poems 23: And Said Twice

Posted in 17/18 poems on April 27th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

before and astonished, poems.

beneath the honest

and worse the sincere

by hook or by crook?

-crook.

down, as in, to the bottom

then a lateral move

at slow velocity.

And said twice

it seemed

the truth was being told.


The 17/18 Poems 22: You Didn’t Expect That

Posted in 17/18 poems on April 13th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

minimal, slow, and well put

his mode, total attention

a clever view of necessity

and well worth the fight

here is limbo

you didn’t expect that

yet the world opens

the very kind of north

we are talking about.

a place of faith

deadly serious, solemn

the silence

like a prism for words

and their separation


The 17/18 Poems 21: Soon

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shakes and groans. shivers

the sky was two

was too watery

what a week

how feels a fellow?

the patient, the fellow

lives to fail

must operate soon


The 17/18 Poems 20: Never-ending

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No spare of the headier side

my soul but a devil

the sheath of personal nature

sweating in the shed

prone to need

a list of battles

the body, the great landlord

it’s complaints, coercion,

never-ending

The 17/18 Poems 19: The Rush to Gather

Posted in 17/18 poems on March 9th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

of that much.

both be foolish.

spaders.

smile bones I.

get lost.

are now.

into the work.

a true report

as in the rock

the mind on words

the rush to gather

many great songs

the real suchness


The 17/18 Poems 18: Knowing Better than Love

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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 17: Elegy Blowing Through

Posted in 17/18 poems on February 17th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

beautiful drunk eyes

through which they fall

memory’s sunburn

all over my face

a dangerous inlet

a poem perched on arrival

the elegy blowing through


The 17/18 Poems 16: It Seemed to the Dying

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her sad

it seemed

to the dying

I’m saying.

money,

can we say,

is the most

that matters.


The 17/18 Poems 15: A Wall Is a Door

Posted in 17/18 poems on January 27th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

so I have heard

and do in part believe

a wall is a door

you can’t open

am I the one? honestly?

is it Japan where you are?

the distance loving subdivision

compellingly unlikable

(influence felt here)


The 17/18 Poems 14: If You Break a Name

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if you break a name

the cause it gives

the action I mean

is/I have no idea

but think of it this way

because coming north is impossible

what could be ________

and why such hot blood

other than they hate you

and hate you in every color


The 17/18 Poems 13: Smile Bones I

Posted in 17/18 poems on December 30th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

of that much.

both be foolish.

spaders.

smile bones I.

get lost.

are now.

into the work.

a true report

as in the rock

the mind on words

the rush to gather

many great songs

the real suchness


The 17/18 Poems 12: The Dislocations of Summer

Posted in 17/18 poems on December 23rd, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

the dislocations of summer

head behind the stars

thinking right now

something ought to

fall out of the sky.

if we feel a who

where a what should be

or a when that reveals itself

to be a why, then

let time fall back on itself

think it’s own tomorrow

swim like an ocean

an Athens of thought


The 17/18 Poems 11: Some Trick of Harlotry

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

some trick of harlotry

both signal and noise

sonnets bonnets

and backwards again

young once young always

and life a sort of monster

using weapon love

to hollow your bones


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

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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

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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