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Category: Poems
As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
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come out fighting
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it’s an art form staying rich fight the power or just barter cyclo donations here press my trigger shoot me please i need it (& god knows i’m paying) instead of listening bicker amongst yourselves hotel room fights the locals wouldn’t care to see (viewing you & me as piggy banks) we’re levees against the…
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tron/moto
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y2k plus three viet man i’ll never say it again packets unsprawled divers glide through schools of fish though none touch him it’s a miracle of chaos & control – neon blades an old lake’s hole marginal silent on great heights a pinstripe increases the speed the tourist’s unease the matrix unloaded unpacked a dead…
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speed garage
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look back on wires guitars in anger they painted their own ruby jubilee shooting up three chords obliviously jet ski parts animated stripey tees a line a line a line a lines realign calling a verdant copse thalidomide smash hits mixed in boy band salads the sweats the threats the hot jets if musics not…
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(to) tribesco
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exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco where your father knows the word for willow follows these slivers of improbable road lashes lampposts hold the sights & set them hourly daily wrongly platitudes & workers singalongs are ballast for a battered boat exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco…
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tribesco krowe
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stencil this: a persistent drone tribesco krowe on a corrugated iron roof its passage staccato all along a gutter sparrows go an oily chimera of heavy flight & a radar pattern signals flat my diagrams uneasy eyes a cast silhouette on the dim graffiti momentary shadow of an uberlord steps across a skys grave send…
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“While your children are still small”
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I’m dreaming of a nineteenth century Finland Where we skied to school & my lunch was free Prior to my birth even the birds did know it I was smaller than a grain of sand inside you Mother said I wasn’t even thought of then yet She could feel me stirring inside a tiny bell…
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Leaves of glass
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It’s hard to believe this poem was written in 2004, almost a decade before my second full-length poetry collection, also entitled Leaves of Glass, was released. Clearly, this poem has absolutely nothing to do with either Bernard O’Dowd or Walt Whitman. Nevertheless, it did go on to appear in LoG, under the title ‘Leaves of…
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neo neo
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your journey ends & its a long way home press this button open this window roam (optional) rejection previously overcome bottled single beating caramel or licorice licorice or caramel beating single bottles overcome a previous rejection (optional) its an end a home a journey long youre here) stipulated or required by malice (no roam window…
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Funeral for Democracy
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Summer revolution, flowers in your Air. Nike sweatshops. You are here: be there. For Pericles’ printable version of our democracy has died. Come & join the funeral, bring a Lotus. Or your own war dead. We have shredded our constitution like ham. I don’t take the peace movement seriously. Then again as a National Security…
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Karappo vs Okesutura
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Once upon a time in Japan, there was a boy named Karappo. He was empty. One day, Karappo met a girl named Okesutura. She was an orchestra. Okesutura filled Karappo’s emptiness with music. She engulfed him with sound. Karappo fell madly in love with Okesutura. He asked her to stay with him forever. He wanted…
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Let’s fight the pop-ups!
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meddling kids with their internet pop-ups planting jitches in those unexpected drum /fill up my crevice moments inevitably doomed to fall between their terminals of thunder & the beginnings of the jaundice / plague its down on hands & hips & back to feeling aghast my baby lives on a pop-up page we shudder tho…
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A veteran of the club scene
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panic on the streets of south yarra geez they shut us down when im peaking its a ripoff shits been cut with something maybe brain juices? not mine got the tipoff said get rid of em ages ago i loved to dance though dont seem to have the energy anymore im still here propping up…
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the house that cortez built
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he will tear it down himself the robots! the robots! the mud-made robots! each one he sends off into the jungle with a fig-leaf for a heart and another for modesty “ah, yes, fair senorita,” he says, “i built these walls myself but now i must go to market” these words seem strange, even as…
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Renga
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A few months ago I was asked to be part of a renga with Keiji Minato (a Kyoto-based poet whom I had the great pleasure to meet last year) and another Japanese poet named Hiroshi. We wrote ku in turns, with Keiji translating between Hiroshi and myself. Here’s what we wrote. The letters in brackets…
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Post-holocaust tram
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I wrote this poem after visiting Hiroshima for the first time in 2004. It was later published in my first full-length poetry collection, We Will Disappear (2007). While we remember August 6 as the day Hiroshima died, and August 9 as the day the same fate was handed to Nagasaki, I personally was not aware…