Thursday, January 26, 2012

to Die and Live (Insp. by Ezra Pound)


My love, I've lost you - lost my center
Fighting the world and launching revolutions
And who would've thought that was the lesson?
Nickels and dimes in freefall in the saltmine
Of my wasted indulgent life.

With a bang. Not with a whimper.
When it happens, it will be in a pillar of flame
Trumpeted by the roar of tearing steel
And weeping maidens high on
A tangle of works unfinished.

With Usura (Insp. by Ezra Pound)


She stands and greets the class
With a confident smile
And fiery eye.

Speaking with passion and aplomb
Moving between topics like a bee
From flower to flower.

She cracks esoteric jokes
On fine art and fashion.
Twisting in the heels of expensive shoes

Sipping designer coffee from a lip
Stick stained cup.
Pause. Sip.

She finishes with a quote from Pound:
"...With usura the line grows thick"
Concluded. Smiled. Sat.

No one applauded.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Charcoal Metro Station (Insp. by Ezra Pound)


Give it up. Give it here.
Aren't there as many of us?
Aren't we equal?
Look upon us as outsiders
If you like to condescend;
We are the minority.

I am smart and articulate
Insightful and amusing.
I am a hero and a scientist
Useless to conquer or understand.
The painting passes from hand to hand;
But I never see it.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

School Haikus

Water Planet
Weather charts and rainfall
Patterns spread before the whole class
To see the globe warm

Albedo
The Sun beams light down
The Earth is getting hotter
The Heat gives us life


Hazy
Morning talks about
Evapotranspiration
I'm too high for this

Winter Clothes
Imagination
Better than reality
Where girls are concerned


Hollywood
We own everything
Vertical integration
Try and steal from us

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Ideas of Symbolism (Insp. by William Carlos Williams)


No ideas but in things. Say it.
Because the best ideas have no ideas.
This is my idea, something devious and powerful and
When ideas occur, I altar my sense
Of what things are.

This is not a poem.
Ink on paper
not thoughts and emotions not love or guilt
The worm is in our brains and it changes matter
to something that matters

Rose≠Heart≠Love≠Change≠Improvement≠Construction
Pix-elated in a picture too detailed to notice
Plummet from a peak so tall the houses and farms and
cities and countries and continents and oceans are
Just patches.
Of green.
And grey.
And yellow.
And blue.
And white.