Yo La Tengo
ira caplan’s sonic squall rips new york’s fourth of july gulls from the captivities of silence like a chainsaw through a bough of glass or chalk on yesterday’s pavement; a soul possessed by demons determined to explode his body jerks…
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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.
Thirty tatami mats
the human ear is a barrier between us & the world of sound once it’s lost we have no need to tell the birds apart in effect eternal sound’s erased an inverted dome the brain sets in like a permaculture…
Pattern poem
lying on the beach i got hassled cheating’s a way of life for some hating can lead men to violence stealing has been misunderstood shooting heroin sure beats guns tooting horns make no difference screaming is one form of release…
Our tin wedding
between two worlds we build & marry severing the traditional & the modern we betray girls armed with diamonds our aluminium hangs mispronounced in the united states of ten year old tin we stare dumbly at these swords they handed…
EIGHT MILES HIGH
bob mould’s screaming eight miles high can you feel his sheets of pain inside yer headphones boy take notes & duplicate on yer long walks home through those graveyards in yer long coat there’s that crow he’s eating all yer…
DYING ON THE VINE(S)
what happened to you boy the future seemed too mad for some you were a notorious phenomenon spoken of by girls in reverent drools weird kind of pop star heard of back in high school if some girls said you…
“AT THE END OF THE DAY”
for John Winston Howard at the end of the day comes the night when the lights go out you can’t see anything when everything’s dark anything can happen if there’s no light on nobody’s at home or else they’re asleep…
SUMMER BAY DREAMIN’
this isnt home & away you know you’ll never be tammin sursok & im not even sure who id cast as you hate your waxed arrogance but we havent turned into digits yet have you noticed how a surf clubs…
SCIENCE DICTION
Beyond the firewall, Thetes a-drilling. Scintillation, precise as tubes. Spot flares bask the gamma rays in fog. What use is a snow pistol? My electronic ink freezes the display. My read-outs betray a breeze. I wheeze – in & out…
