They feel too deeply
along the inner surfaces
of the dumb domain
earth turnip canyon yoyo,
the cars that ate paris
texas, Peter Weird
meets Peter Proud
along the highway
The whole ab-original
thought line of its
sentimental journey
sign too mental
mental
metal
skinned
I often think, or drink,
there can be no more serious
offense
than
Francis Ford Coppola
Vampire Muscle Armor Ferrari
lemon cocaine sunglass
bare ass
We held each other
sounds like turnip
We are hiding inside
the old Indian boot smell
of turnips
and hotrods
gassy
and making multiple trips
to home depot
for bathroom parts
not waiting in line
for any concert
as if that were a metaphor
as if we knew
that a vegetable's
pastoral hotrod
would summon
a mandrake witch beast
whose cologne must be
the particular exudium
of a fungoid lace of delirious
dervish nanobots
rapt in glad
or having
annoying
jelanji
This one walks a tightrope all the way, I held my breath, the last twenty-six lines sustain the aerial brilliance of the only poet in America who understands the spirit of a previous superior race of beings to have inhabited these "parts". Bravo, mon vieux! An instant classic -- if the future deserves poetry at all, it deserves this.
ReplyDeleteWe held each other
sounds like turnip
We are hiding inside
the old Indian boot smell
of turnips
and hotrods
gassy
and making multiple trips
to home depot
for bathroom parts
Kara and I watched that documentary
ReplyDeleteon Australian Exploitation films around this time with interviews
and commentary by Tarantino. We were sort of impressed, and we were also beginning a little refurbish job on our downstairs bathroom (which is 90% done now). I guess I've been toying with the vehiclulars metaphorium, I mean I would be in good company with Buddhist sects, ect. And Peter Proud is a pretty cool movie.
Anyway, I'm not even even sure I really unpacked this one myself..
:) but I do seem to have a knack
for moving objects into some frissonic order, or as the bridgewalkers between the cupola of the poets and oracles says
it must seem to seem
with the understanding
that the sememe is always
already a meme in a scene
and that the skein when it
hits skin might nick the bone
(the good energy within)..
Thank you Tom!
My most illustrious reader!!