<b>D' Steel(e)</b> <em>Society of Poetics</em>

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Friday, September 23, 2011

Thursday, June 02, 2011

seoul street reading

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Global Moon Warming Landing

people are mass lurking, making out of body cat calls.
money; capital; nutrition; dietary restriction,
armed global destruction and threatening symbols,
piss cup interviews
constitutional rights
desperate ronald reagan impersonators,
silent selfish america,
battle horizon, battle genetics, battle mountains, battle wealth,
on the tip of everyone's tongue,
but it is your beak that speaks it into being.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

~~class poems/responses~~

are you happy or unhappy on new years day? why?


happy-get money
unhappy-get older
happy-because of studying
unhappy-everything is new
happy-meet new friends, change classroom
happy-birthday
happy-get money
unhappy-study hard


what do you do on new years


play computer games
visit grandfathers house
climb mt. everest
stay at home, take a rest
visit grandparent's house
meet my friends at the movie theater
meet to play games at internet cafe
go camping on a hill


what do you do on the the first day of the year?


sleep
play
sleep
play
sleep
sleep
sleep
sleep
play
sleep
eat
eat
visit grandfather
play
play
meet friends


are you happy or unhappy on new years day? why?


not happy-no reason
happy-new year
happy-my birthday
happy-it's jenny's birthday
happy-my parents give me money
happy-first day
happy-money
unhappy-old
happy-new school friends
not happy-study too much
happy-new school friends
happy-new school friends
happy-new classes
happy happy-new classes
happy-winter vacation
happy-holiday


what is the biggest difference between this year and the last?


my age
my mind
my age
my class
my class
my habit
my mind
my style


a yes or no question


no
no
yes
yes
yes
yes
no
no


are you happy you are getting older? why?


no-have to study more
yes-no study
yes-my dream is to be a basketball player
no-i am afraid of life
no-because i'll get older
yes-my dream is to be a surgeon
no-i have to work hard
no-tired


as you get older does time go by faster?


yes-very busy/not enough sleep
no-i don't know
no-i don't know
different each day
no-i don't know
no-i don't know
no-when i study
one year, very fast


do you get money on new years day?


yes~200,000won
yes~100,000won
no~nothing
yes~100,000won
yes~i don't know
yes~i don't know
yes~i don't know
no~my parents cook a feast

Friday, December 04, 2009

good poem, bad book report


Three dadaist book reports that were amazingly written by Korean
students who can barely write a sentence of English.
as I remarked to a student on the bottom of one of the reports handed
in "good poem, bad book report."

------------------------------------
by Chuie Yun Yeong

If You Lived at the Time of the Great San Francisco Earthquake

start earthquake!!

It's very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very scared

spurt volcano!!

I see a 'volcano' movie...

That's very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very enormous disaster.

composure !! a bamboo broom!!

And earthquake and volcano is very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very scared.

-Good poem, bad book report-

------------------------------
by You Yong Uo

STOLEN BASE

YEARLING

The contents is irrelevant

The man does and baseball to lose sought the squid foot hold which
throws away tries to

know the dog was death

The award winning Nate the great series,hailed in booklist as
"groundbreaking," has

resulted in Nate's real world appearances in the New York Times
crossword puzzle, sporting a

milk mustache in magazines and posters,and on more than 28 million
boxes of Cheerios

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Last contents is absurd
-------------------------------------

by You Yong Uo

The person who comes out to this book

is the detective The details to a case today

weekend the detective was

a woman euro fortune vacation from

the house. the even is received I the gar

bage can is falling down

every night over the detective whom

says that the food and is coming

out did lurks events

the detective continuously lurks and the

one person who finds out 2 people

suspects the exaltation and the

one person was the pup which the detective

is raising

The detective in order to know the criminal

Who is positive more was the pup which

finally lurks the criminal raises the

detective The detective released an

event and the (ccyay) side one one

rest which comes to come in the

house took
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

You are a Part of This

Here scraggly Arucarian trees mingle with ancestors of today's Sequoias

Mammals surge toward mastery of the land

Reptile superstars cluster in two dinosaur orders, marked by hip styles

Diatryma has undergone a change of image

Footloose baby plants are in need of a home

Their short life's purpose: to lure pollinators, by mimicking female insects

Out of murky beginnings and into oblivion's shadow

Our own tiny shrew-like ancestors quickly diversify.


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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Sitting

Sitting here mad hot.
Silence then a loud pop.
Stay one place too long, and get rocked.

No warning shots just a laundry list of injuries.
It can all be to much,
The Riddlers try and riddle Me.
The stress is high
Battle in the Middle East.

Late night slasher flick
Watching peeps get greased

Boogiemen shadowdance
Horror thought disco
Paranoia keeps the situation heated.
Chicken fried in Crisco.

One false move.
We are goners.
Told you two times
Now why bother.
What in blue blazes.
Ka-boom.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Fifteen

Abstain
Sweeping frame
Mundane (Mountain)
Exhibit (Inhibit)
Monday
Time Out
Someday
Prohibit (Forbid It)
Spectacular (Mountain)
Monument
Tantamount
Salacious
(Carry [the]) Count
Marked
Down

Sunday, April 12, 2009

poem found on 18th street steps



T- take my love for granted.
R-replace my love with someone else
E-
*

T-taking my love for granted
R-replace my smile with tears
E-everytime i think of you
N-no one ever loves me the way i love them

N-never can be happy
E-everytime i think things are goin so well
L-loving someone who doesn't love you back
B-before you broke my heart
Y-you'll never understand my love

N-no one knows how i feel right now
E-even when i though you were different
L-loving someone who doesn't love you back!
B-babe you really don't know how much i love you
Y-you broke my heart

*crossed out

Monday, February 16, 2009

old transformer reading podcast


I made a podcast of the Transformer Gallery reading from Nov. 29, 2006. Here is the blog - http://dsteelepoeticsaudio.blogspot.com/ - you can subscribe to the feeds under the "advanced settings" and "subscribe to podcast" in iTunes. Enter this address - http://dsteelepoeticsaudio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default - in the URL window.

Monday, January 26, 2009

hey there


in a second here
i'm going to write
a poem here
wait a second there
i'll write a poem here
in a second here
there

Monday, October 27, 2008

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

unselected notes from the night


The Melvins
made me do it
I see "Burn After
Reading"
Go to bar
ask for info
on publishing
Still talking
about my 3
beast pizza

can't afford
to be a
yachtsman
I am a
raftsman
can't afford a
yacht, man
I am in
the K-mart
Raft Club
The Raft Club

Cold River
Vodka, distinctive
Maine potato
Kitchen Closed
Steelers won
Look up
Stomp in
Maine

Cubs & Astros
one a natural
disaster waiting
to happen
the other
nature young
trying to live
who will
you root
for?

Pat Wellenbach
&
Bob
RBukaty@ap.org

The only chance
I have at paying
off my student
loans is to
get a job as
a renowned
Photojournalist
Even if my
dreams were
simple and
Pickett-fenced

Now my dream
is to be free
of student
loans. one
of my main
catalysts
my goals
increase w/
my debt
I loath you
autodidact

but I needed
teachers

tonight was
a strange night
for baseball
September 17
2008 was a
strange night
for baseball
in America
on the
television

I put an old
western on the
TV behind the
bar. and the
Jukebox plays
"more human
than human"
as pool is
played beer
is drank
drink is drunk

-photo
Waterville
House of Pizza
12:45 A.M.
eat a 99 cent
bag of Sun Chips
while waiting
for an anchovy
feta and spinach
pizza eat reg drinking
Vitamin Water

Mike Smith
(580) 678-2925
A 27 45th
brigade
Okla, Nat Guard
Third time
being deployed
196147
197028

Cold War Kids
--------------
Grateful Dead
--------------
U2
--------------
Drink, Pool, talk
tables, table, bar
hand movement
mouth movement
... this is
a long fucking
song

Remember to never
buy Shell gasoline
b/c they used an
assassin to kill
an African leader
(Nigeria?)
who opposed
their drilling
also, try and
avoid Exxon
b/c of their
irresponsible
environmentalism

a girl starts
talking in depth
about nothing
I say from
down the bar
"your guys'
date is boring!"
they still talk
of alcohol and
I am still
drinking

I've pissed
in the famous
urinals of
Orlando florida
I've pissed in
the urinals
of D.C. of L.A.
urinals of
great celebrities
I have pissed
in the urinals

of famous
artists in fact
I just felt
a drop on
my thigh
p.s. go to a
Place on the
airport Road
called T.J.'s (?)
to play pool

The Custodians
of Rock 'n' Roll
they don't ride
like that
anymore

Sgt
Mike Smith,
multiple launch
Rocket system,
AT-4 A Co.
27 Brigade Support
Battalion

An island in
Maine
Hey, hey here's
a request for
a favor
pass me those
bottles over
there
clank, clank
quarters
quarter
quar

Photography is
a science that
produces art
what in the
hell are they
playing, what
in the hell is
he drinking,
what in the
hell does she
have in her

hair.
I think I
Know you from
somewhere but
Whatever you do
don't eat tuna
more than
twice a week

(mercury)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

untitled notes from the night


Try to think
of a way to
explain the
sound of the
synthesized
calypso drum
in words
Junga Junga Junga
Bwa Ba Bwwa B, ah
some of the
barmaids are

off tonight
with their
friends dancing
w/ pool sticks
dancing w/
lovers dancing
w/ me
tit tit ta tee
tit tit ta tee
Bwwa Bwa Bwwa Bwah
tap a tap tap

-At War
-Yesterday 9/11
-that's it
Man at the
bar explaining
the
world news
section I
can't find in
the paper

Diamond rings
around the
fingers of
a woman
like fingers
around the
neck of
a man

12-0-9 yeah I
still got time
one more
got a straw
or 3 I am
whistling now
to the beat
tune music

catharsis
photography
---------------
Somebody crowd
surfs.
everybody gives
the wild man
room to dance

I would like
to do Scientific
Photography of
Mainers dancing
like Eadweard J.
Muybridge's
horses.

3,217 days
ago gas was
$2.37 cents
Less according
to the television
What's your name?
"Jessica"
"What's you
name?"
Mike

Wild man dances
is here also
in the Pub dancing
to music
he has his
dreads in
shoes off
shirt sweat
touches me passing
sick
wooooooo

Come home
from bar,
(look out window
to make sure
House of Pizza
is still open)
order an
anchovy, bacon
chicken pizza
for pickup

I tell Jenn they
must think I
am satanic for
ordering such
a pizza
I tell her that
Vegitarians (she
must know being
one) gather in
the night when
the moon is
in the 4th
position

they gather to
eat The Apocalyptic
Pizza. Underground.
draped & Huddled
eating bird
mammal & fish
tomato sauce
like blood on
their faces
don't let them
see you

Friday, September 12, 2008

trivia night at mainely brews


1. What evacuated islands did Hurricane
Ike completely miss?
A: The Florida Keys
2. Where is Roof Masters
located?
A. Windham, Me.
3. My ankles are
Swollen, my feet
are blistered &
bleeding. The
Surgical pins & Rods
in my leg are
Shifting loose.

more notes from the night


He sounds
like he's calling
an ambulance
(Bartender calling
a cab.)
The future is
full of computer
problems

I have never
noticed the:
spitting & crotch
grabbing of
baseball,
the roller
coaster of
disco melody,
The crazy
mathematics of
working at
a bar, spitting

I am into
wide eyes
I am not
scared of you
I am always
in a hurry
Now I'm born
in the
U.S.A.

I was
I am
I'm going
I am
I was
I felt
I know
I get
I reach out
I'd rather

Yess
Nat's beat
the cheesy
Phillies
yess

Try not to
remember
your bad
dreams

My youngest niece
called me to tell
me she is pregnant.
I think it costs
like $1 million to
have a kid today.
(Prices may vary in
New York, California, and
Las Vegas)

Can't get to
the Bob in
the place
down the
street
with
three
people have
Has to be
2 not even
on a trip to
get cigarettes

went to a
trapper's rendezvous
today it smelt
like skunk
they sold a
wide array
of annal
glands. the
salesmen opened
their containers
for us to smell

white stripes
skid row
nirvana
--------------
using a notebook
to lessen the
cost of sirius
radio + jukebox.
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Intellectus
Half & half
envelopes
milk
cereal

Quarters for
laundry
forget camera
miss picture
saw a fire
truck
saw a squirrel
and man pass
as they crossed
to opposite

sides of the
street. Saw
a tall girl with
glasses running,
cute. Threw
fallen apples
at a littered
cup. A modern
colonial New
England Educational
village.

I walk until
I'm passed
the silver
and brick
houses. Until
I'm walking
through the
museum of
a modern colonial
New England
Educational village.

It is Sunday and
I am looking
at ancient
images of ancient
religion made
of bronze,
ceramic, steatite,
ivory, vellum.
I reproduce
John Singleton Copley's
Mrs Metcalf Bowler,

alimageworks.biz
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I'll be in the
Art Institute of Pittsburgh's
2008 Edition
of the Annual Alumni
Show - will run from
Monday, October 20, 2008
through Saturday,
December 3, 2008. The
reception will be
held on Fri evening,
November 4, 2008.

now I can go right
next door and
listen to blues guitar
and drink a beer
and listen to the
musician's anecdotes
between the songs
none of them
understandable
this is clear
when the girl
next to me asks
"who died?"
"I don't know."

Then the words
from the songs
start making
sense with the
rambling tune
of the guitar
but I still can't
understand
a word. Until
"It don't mean
a thing if it
ain't got that swing."

the planet
earth blues
I got the
planet earth
blues who
cares if it's
your birthday

I really want
to know
Ahh who the
fuck are you?
tell me who
are you
kickin it
old school
Jaime Kennedy
You know

Tuesday night
at the bar
next to my
Place is like
no other night
If I had woke
up at 815 am
when the cable
man called you
would have
known this
sooner

a girl is way
too forward
at the bar
I wish she
was hot or
at least
decent and
athletic with
no kids I'd
be out of
here by now

Sitting at a
bar in New
England with
my Legalize the
Irish dot Org
shirt I am
stereotyping
myself and
my ancestors

Monday, September 08, 2008

In the Garden

Cyprus bald and myrtle creeps
Green mint and hair, soft lamb's ear
The fruit we’re all waiting for:
A tree, miraculous, biting and fierce,
Daylight in the mosquitos of swarms
Brown and small; snails they are bricks.
The overturned, redden to ready,
Getting tomatos, green baby,
compost on the slime trails.

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Sunday, August 31, 2008

notes from the night


Midnight Blues Cafe?
How's that Bud Lime
selling?
It's okay.
The Red Sox are playing
the White Sox
but does she like
tequila?
Be creative.
I know What I'd
give her on her
birthday
What was that?
It was a Mich Ultra
Pomegranete Raspberry.

I'll chase you down
the street as
I see you walking
out of here.
What time does
the band start?
Right about 9-10.
What? like in an
hour?
no at 9:10.
Oh, I thought you
meant sometime
between 9 and 10.

I yawn too much I
have noticed I am
too tired I am in
no shape to be
playing hockey
I am lucky that
I am just sitting
here and yawning &
drinking this beer
& not playing
hockey getting
checked in my
face. (what does
"checked" mean?)

field hockey
got to find a girl
that plays field
hockey.
way more hard
core than soccer.

Douche Bags!
from the
fucking real
world
Drive Thru
Open 24-Hrs

Sunday, August 24, 2008

american pocket



Friday, June 20, 2008

on the way to katahdin


I beep my horn
at a black bird
as it flys along
side me it smiles
it knows I'm a
scavenger, too
picking places
collecting points
in time like
meat
spread across
my table or
the road
some stop and
stand here
to remind themselves
the moose is
no fictional creature

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Rag Smoldering in Back Room

AUGUSTA
TUESDAY
At 6:48 p.m., DeKooning's Bicycle, 73, of Long Island, NY, was arrested (without rider) on Whitten Road on charges of operating under the influence and possession of marijuana.
7:27 p.m., there was a disturbance on Cony Road.
7:54 p.m., there was a disturbance on Riverside Drive.
9:48 p.m., there was a disturbance at Morton Place.
10:55 p.m., there was a disturbance on Gage Street.
WEDNESDAY
At 1:05 a.m., there was a disturbance on Stanley Street.
2:39 a.m., police arrested a 15-year-old at a Mount Vernon Avenue business on charges of minor possessing liquor by consumption and disorderly conduct.
7:33 a.m., a report of a structure fire at Sears on Whitten Road turned out to be a rag smoldering in a back room. Employees had used a fire extinguisher to douse the rag before firefighters arrived. There was no damage as a result of the fire.
8:10 a.m., a burglary was reported at a Bond Brook Road business.
10:10 a.m., fraud was reported on Mount Vernon Road.
1:24 p.m., an accident was reported on Hospital Street. Irony?
2:24 p.m., mischief was reported on Sewall Street.
2:26 p.m., there was a complaint of phone harassment on Glenwood Street.
2:32 p.m., there was a report of verbal terrorizing on Arsenal Street.
3:21 p.m., mischief was reported on New England Road.
3:30 p.m., a missing person, Bob Long, was reported on Crosby Street Place.
3:34 p.m., there was a report of a burglary that occurred recently at the lottery building on Water Street. No wiining tickets found.
3:47 p.m., theft was reported on Clark Street.
3:51 p.m., a missing person was reported on Anthony Avenue.
4:20 p.m., people all over Augusta smoke pot, crack, meth, etc. to celebrate 4:20
4:50 p.m., there was a complaint of verbal terrorizing on Hope Way.
4:55 p.m., people all over Augusta re-create the experience of 4:20
5:11 p.m., there was an accident on Hospital Street. Again?
5:32 p.m., there was an accident on Second Street.
6:23 p.m., there was a report of a burglary that occurred recently on Jabee Lane.
6:38 p.m., a burglary from a vehicle was reported on Winthrop Street.
6:51 p.m., there was a disturbance on Winthrop Court.

BELGRADE
TUESDAY
At 5:22 p.m., there was a complaint of harassment on Castle Island Road.
7:09 p.m., there was a report of harassment on Dustin Drive.
WEDNESDAY
At 12:29 a.m., there was burglar alarm at a Route 27 business.

CHINA
WEDNESDAY
At 1:10 p.m. there was a burglar alarm at a Waterville Road business.
8:20 p.m., Eric Powell reported on the amazing business opportunities in China. No discernible crime detected.
GARDINER
TUESDAY
At 2:10 p.m., there was a report of offenses by juveniles on Cobbossee Avenue.
8:45 p.m., there was a report of harassment on Winter Street.
10:26 p.m., a missing person was reported on Brunswick Avenue.
10:39 p.m., mischief was reported on Water Street.
WEDNESDAY
At 8:40 a.m., mischief was reported on Brunswick Avenue.
9:07 a.m., there was an accident on Highland Avenue.
9:39 a.m., theft was reported on Mechanic Street.
11:05 a.m., mischief was reported on Water Street.
11:46 a.m., there was a report of an illegal entry into a West Street apartment.

MONMOUTH
WEDNESDAY
At 8:13 a.m., a theft was reported on Seavey Corner Road.

ROME
TUESDAY
At 5:16 p.m., there was a complaint of harassment on Crystal Spring Lane.
6:25 p.m., Hillary Clinton supporter still upset about glass ceilings.
VASSALBORO
TUESDAY
At 4:50 p.m., there was a report of a burglary that occurred in recent days on Main Street.
WEDNESDAY
At 10:42 a.m., theft was reported on Taber Hill Road.

WINDSOR
WEDNESDAY
At 7:47 a.m., there was a report of sex offenses on Nickerson Road.

WINTHROP
TUESDAY
At 11:23 p.m., disorderly conduct was reported on Route 41.
WEDNESDAY
At 1:18 a.m., disorderly conduct was reported on Bowdoin Street.
8:26 a.m., a report of a weapon offense on Charles Street turned out to be a group of children playing with toy guns.
8:29 a.m., the report from 8:29 tragically wrong.

Friday, May 23, 2008

among travelers

Pounding the pavement; Leg after shifting leg;
A morman cyborg; eyeglasses of jealousy.

Dead birds and cats lay on the side of the road,
And the sweet smell of honeysuckle, drifts in the air.

Resolve never to discuss the weather regardless of rain
That soaks all the way through to the most private inner layers

Foreigners and racial slurs go together; no one is indigenous anymore
And there’s constant sighing.

The fierce and imperceptible coyote, is drifting around the park;
And hiding among the surplus.

Mellon fungus, dryad saddle, grows wide and round from the tree,
And the morels come up from the ground; their delicious triangle brains hardening.

Globally this week, there was a tsunami, a cyclone, an earthquake and unknown melts.
Personally this week, there was a tsunami, a cyclone, an earthquake and untold melts.

The paper has yellowed and the stain is from 1934,
The collar on the shirt is forever dirtied.

I’ve heard they steal bikes there, at the bottom of the world,
July and August are their coldest winter months.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The Audacity of Poetry

Open to the Public!

"Poe-tics Off the Page"
Presents

"The Audacity of Poetry"

Wednesday, May 14

6-8 pm, performance at 7 pm

Meatmarket Gallery

Video/Sound/Smell/Touch/Taste/6th

Etc.

recipe for: destruction


three angels named
liberty, truth & freedom

Friday, March 28, 2008

Saved Subjects

We made progress: Hot clay tonight
Lindsey sucking vids: Jack Kent Cooke
Spring is finally here: Two on One

Gorgeous breasts & lips: Energy trading platforms
Unique gifts: Mount Vernon job openings
Jump on her twin peaks: Your new casino paradise

Life is short: Give her your everything
You’ve been granted access: Don’t need no help
Bang hard: Discount coupon on perfume

A couple of opportunities: Here’s one of the big ones
Need a gift idea: The color of trash
Tail galore at SM beach: Bracket managers

Your mailbox is almost full: Calling all galleries
Take control in bed: Two for one
You’ll never believe: Out of office reply

Artists for Jessica Alba: Power meets price
Participate in soccer orgies: Requesting Oxycontin volunteers
Wreckfest: My friend is coming to town

Digital prices: One day to score
Media specialists: Bikini spread solutions
Medication refill specialists: Ready to download

Clean energy open house: Summer sale to London
Letter of recommendation: The singing revolution
Just you & your rubber duckie: Don’t miss the savings

Our team of scientists: Topless photospread
At their liberal best: Tailored to your preference
This just in: A lunchbag presentation on going feral

Strategic planning meeting: Car rental offers
Impromptu cocktails: A lecture on Saudi Arabia
Hot memory deals: Christina Aguilera moaning

Perfectly crafted exclusive previews: The Embassy of Poland
Photography changes everything: No more independence
Minimalist concrete poetry: Spread the word

Reading in thirteen days: Presenting Snow Lovers
Thank you for your enquiry: Seduction of the Stone
Regalia nominations: Heather’s cupcakes

Sunday, March 09, 2008

If it doesn’t fit the baby’s head could just pop right off

Smoosh it, make it fit,
adjust the straps
use this tool
not like that
Do I have to do this every time?

When they fall their helmets go rolling down the street
This isn’t good
It’s just not right
The lavatory key is broken in the knob

What size is it?
It’s just not right,
It doesn’t fit,
I need air
I need air now !
The pump you sold me is broken.

Is there really a difference?

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

audio self-portrait


Hey
(teeth)
this is a
(mustache)
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Weird.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

a misplaced blog comment


Andy Grundberg
his words grow on trees
his classes are full
he’s in the hall
behind the door
at the top of the steps
he stands there
at New York Ave NW
he is pleasant
he is driving
he is stopped
for a motorcade
giving a lecture
getting a coffee
wearing a rain coat
sunglasses
he is not in
his office
he has leaf
left gone
his words grow on trees

Friday, February 22, 2008

Old Fort Western

Old Fort Western

Built upon a gypsy catacomb.
Gathering place of Illuminati individuals.
Manufacturer of illegitimate afghan rugs.
Pumping out clouds of radiation.
Walls packed with Nazi riches.
Provider of gray market exotic pets.

Old Fort Western

Your visage crumbles under the wails
of Benedict Arnold's specter.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Old Fort Western

Old Fort Western the only fort with a strip club in the basement;
Old Fort Western I loved that Halloween party you threw last year,
And the complimentary beers you serve after your tours.
Old Fort Western:
Haunted by the ghosts of Judas and Brutus, Julius and Ethel, Benedict and John.
Old Fort Western I am going to apply for your artist grant next year.
Old Fort Western on a hill by the Kennebec, in the state of Maine,
In the United States of America.

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listening to the dead during eclipse


things to do
-----------------------------------------
vibes? vibes come to
me from the road.
the planets are aligning
the fiddles are fiddling
the drinkers are drinking
the the the the the
criers are crying
the world is spinning
pilots
flying singers
sighing
signers signing travelers
tripping trippers
traveling the lights
are flickering &
livers are living
& dying

Friday, February 15, 2008

Attn: Addressed Persons

FROM THE OFFICES OF OPERATING DIRECTOR OF C.F.R.---INTERNAL MATTERS
-PUBLICIZE FREQUENTLY AND AGGRESSIVELY.

Dear Patron of Mind Resistance,

The attacks have increased on the outer perimeter of our telekinetic shield. A brief breach broke through and resulted in some loss, attributed to physical devastation of the human shell. My punctured lung gives off a wheezy rattle, and burns are mapped across my left arm. Our location was given as a gift of treachery by an inside informant. Soviet-era satellites reactivated, dialing coordinates spanning the tropical eco-centers. Brain wave patterns echoed across the humid landscape, collecting at our location. Although the fight will continue, and increase in its difficulty, it is most important to remain focused.

Collection signals beam from the radio towers that play top forty hits. McDonald's hamburgers contain micro-receivers that bore into your cerebral base. Drew Carey's recent recruitment by the longtime mental slavery stalwart, "The Price is Right", is only more damning evidence. Bob Barker has gone underground in his attempts to infiltrate and poison the inner rankings of C.F.R.. These are just some of the most blatant and major efforts by these sinister entities to once and for all end our fight.

Stay on guard. Carry your mental cache with you at all moments. Decrease psychic wavelengths as to avoid detection. Spiral your telekinetic transmissions.

My mind is mine until the day I die.

---C.F.R.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

coin tossers, 2002


Friday, February 01, 2008

Whisper from the series : remembering/fortunes

Like a magnet the group moves towards you
A Little nightmare
Full of shifting objects, blurbs and blips

Saturday, January 26, 2008

The Moment I Get Up

The Death of a Habit
The Other Side of the Table
The Surface of the Liquid
The Archipelagoes of Brown Powder
The Sense of the Past
The Comfort The Warmth
The Sense of Well-Being
The Black Stain of the Remnant
of Undissolved Powder

(Long Island, 2001)

Friday, January 25, 2008

from the series : remembering/fortunes

Drinking coffee; always, always black.
Sharing oranges and popping popcorn.

Playing in the speedboat full of spiders
So much pleasure and pain
Like the pear trees in the backyard buzzing with the sound of bees.






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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

i'm trying everything


Coffee & Cream
No Coffee
....................
Black Coffee
-30-

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

gchat poem: feat. sokia


Sokia: happy birthday!
Sokia Kim: work work work
Thomas: thank you!
Sokia: what have you done to celebrate
Thomas: went to the grocery store
woke up early, that's something i don't get to do oftern
i went to the augusta house of pancakes
had a big breakfast
i have the day off
Sokia: woohoo partay
do the pancake dance
Thomas: probably go get some beer and drink it by myself while i'm sitting alone in the solitude of maine watching a documentary i got from the lithgow library on my very small computer
i figure i may as well go all out
Sokia: lol
Thomas: it's my birthday in maine!
Sokia: wonderful

Monday, January 14, 2008

gchat poem: feat. rafal



me: you really need to read more bukowski, he was a polok too
Rafal: polak
me: i stand corrected
yeah, watch the movie barfly
then watch
born into this
what are you doing
masturbating to some youttube porn?
Rafal: eating
me: same thing

Sunday, January 13, 2008

gchat poem: feat. rachel


me: warm today?
Sent at 4:35 PM on Sunday
Rachel: its fine with a couple layers of coats
Sent at 4:36 PM on Sunday
me: nice, layering is 'in' when it's cold
your fashion is controlled by weather
by function
by throwing all your belongings onto the street
Rachel: ok
that was very profound and existential
me: it's nice then

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

excerpt : futile descriptions

All of this is like trying to take a picture of the moon,
ghostly in the sky. (the only ghost in the sky)
vampire, tide, infinity.

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Sunday, January 06, 2008

maine side walking


walking on the
snowy sidewalks
oh dread, oh dread
oh dread, oh dread
i think with
every step

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

breaking poem


this just in:
man writes poem
in form of flash
news report
(details at 11)

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

121807 life


life is a fight
against time
nature
(also, that barn
party sounds cool.)

japan's missile defense


the final war
will not be
between
2 men
2 countries
it will be
between
2 buttons

Thursday, December 13, 2007

educate yourself

Monday, December 10, 2007

120807 Saturday Night in Augusta Maine


the inside of
the olde beale
street bbq is
modified so
that it doesn't
damage the
historic warehouse/
industrial interior.
The bar's only
separation from
the dining area
(I am the only one
at the bar), is
its direction (
the dining area
is filled
). I am sitting
eating, writing,
no not writing,
reading, eating,
writing, leaving
have one more
drink and leaving
pay for the last
one in cash around
$1 tip is 20 percent


when life gives
you lemons
at the olde
beale street bbq
in augusta maine


Lemonade made
every glass
Handmade


where is
riverfront bbq?


Only blocks from
my house, after
the steps
several brews on
tap most made in
Maine because it's
hard & it's easy
to get away
in Maine
an
equilibrium

muddled indolence/sad advice/



How do you become
a man?
You lie to yourself
and lie to yourself
until your are
made of stone

How do you become
a woman?
Same way

Thursday, December 06, 2007

sun is coming


melting snow off rooves
icicles dripping, drip
sun is low, low
melting snow off trees
birds aren't singing
Spring ain't springing
tis the season
there's no reason
sun should stay away
so bright it's blinding
snow is shining
glaring in my eyes
my beard is growing
my mind is slowing
trapped beneath
the snow the sun is melting
rhyming rhyming
lala lala
sun and blinding snow

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

maybe I should regain


my faith the way
I hang my head over
my plate when I am
finished, it must seem
like I'm praying, my
sighs are, could be,
confused for realizing
or an enlightened
understanding, my
solitude in Maine,
however, can be
confused for nothing
else but a miserable
attempt, a botched
self-improvement
that has lead to
a, my, mental breakdown
not even a good
breakdown, one worth
having, like the
good artists (creeley,
bukowski) have,
my series of
unfortunate events leaves
me able to perform,
sustain like the oily
one-legged pigeon
you kick at out of
disgust, who sadly
hasn't died
pecking, crawling in
half-circles

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

from the fireplace at
paddy murphy's

heart be cold?


I want a long &
happy life.

There were times when
I was younger
I felt like more
than I do now

A place where
I have my camera
and my words

(and some people
wouldn't hurt)
and there is
nothing

anyone can take
away from me

(happened today:
An older woman stared at me
cold?
A young one twirled her hair at me
bored?)

Friday, November 16, 2007

latest breaking


Breaking news
latest breaking news
heart-breaking incidents
around the world
tattoo parlour run by
cops
fatalities in traffic stops
Barry Bonds
hate crimes
wounded warriors
coming back
pakistan
& Iran
China makes our toys
Russian cults
& air assaults
& other thing
that rhyme
the ocean 's rising
to swallow up
the
coastline
and the pope
when we're all gone
the news will break
that France's strike
is off

Friday, November 02, 2007

find it


I sent you a postcard
of an Indonesian girl
standing in a canoe
I compared her naked
body to you and mailed
it with no
stamp
now that card
is floating through
oblivion (like my heart)

Friday, October 26, 2007

what do people talk about


when they
walk through the
nature preserve the
national park? you talk
about the difference between west
coast & east coast forests
primative people, if the sand
for this national park was
imported, gigs & megs, reasons
many black americans can't swim
(segregated pools, urban living)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

what do people do out here ?


they have horses and
go to church & are mailmen
& school teachers & work
at bank of america. they
cut & cut & cut hair.
the hair of maine men
who come walking out
of the woods every 5 months
to get a trim after smashing
food w/ bare hands. they
have bad backs, lots of
chiropractors, nurses,
they sell used books &
antiques. they work
at gas stations. (they make
lobster rolls & custom build spiral stairs)

stormy weather in acadia


this is maine new england
this isn't the new shire
of hamp. the new
shire of hamp doesn't
have brackish water

maine explain poem


This is the great northern territory
this is real new england
this is not upstate new york
this is new england
look at the way our moon reflects off
the brackish water
at night
we have brackish water
brackish
upstate new york
doesn't have
brackish water

Monday, October 08, 2007

Mount Megunticook, 100607:


Headed up the trail
to Mt Megunticook
at Camden Hills
State Park, Headed
up the 'apples &
pears' I tell an
English group
Headed up the stoney
stairs the sometimes
rooty stoney stairs
and up and up and
up and up to the top
of Mt. Megunticook
to see what I can
see and write
what I can write
I pass a female
couple who are coming
down the mount and
I sidestep from
their path as they're
coming down the
Mount. And my shoulder
hits a branch and sends
a sprinkling of seed
and they cause a
sheening hushing
on the colored fallen
leaves and I pass
by man & daughter
& their boarder
collie also And I
come upon a lookout
just an awe inspiring view

Thursday, October 04, 2007

B.Long/C.Smith Reads Oct 11, Civilian Art Projects

yes, golden time, a wax-work figure, the gaudiest tyrant, higher proofs of inherent worth, the internal majesty of unreasonable expectation.

b.long flies down on chartered helipopter [sic] for a reading in dc. three other poets reading also. amazing photos on exhibit by noelle tan, exquisite paintings by erock jackson. vlad's crib!

oct 11, a thursday evening, 7:30, civilian art projects @ 7th and d, nw (sorry i don't have the exact address).

please spread the word to the masses.

Friday, September 28, 2007

This is a poem. Dear Friends: As you may know, I teach a weekly painting class for a group of adults with developmental disabilities. I am looking for another person or maybe two to help out in the class. The class meets once a week for ten weeks, on Fridays, from 4:00 - 5:45 PM at the Sitar Center in Adams Morgan. We are starting on October 4. It is a great, fun loving, gregarious group and the work is extremely satisfying. It's kind of like going to a birthday party every Friday. There is a $250 honorarium for the ten classes. It is not necessary to attend every single class and we schedule around holidays so no 3 day weekends are interrupted. Other artists who have worked in the class include Vesna Pavlovic, Stephanie Ney, Sara Pomerance and Felicia Barr. Let me know if you're interested or if you know someone else who is really good to work and might be interested. We also enjoy visitors, so drop in anytime. In any event, hope to see you soon, Best, Rex

Saturday, September 15, 2007

get a camera battery online


I'm not afraid of what's
going to happen.
Why should I be?
Why
Should
I
B?!!!
You're not afraid.
If you're not afraid*
I'm not afraid*
But if the people
around you
are afraid,
maybe you should
be afraid
too ?


*of what may happen in
the future

Thursday, September 06, 2007

conrete floors/ grey
light blue G bathroom
mint green B " "
neon light green elevators
escalators,
SIGNS
top floor lookout skylights
3 floors spiral see through
shelving. Bright orange
step details
black and neon grn stairway
hundreds of diamond windows

Friday, August 31, 2007

morning sentinel aug. 31, 2007


Baldacci proposes jail takeover
Decisions by court favor couple
Poultry vaccine plant workers were sickened
Lawrence students compete with drum and bugle corps
Sox flop in the Bronx
Patriots finish pre-season
Homeless family gets good news

AHHHHH!

So a couple weeks ago I tried uploading my resume onto my blog and I just noticed it went up on here instead?!?! So sorry!!! So embarressed!!! Google Docs put it onto the wrong blog, I was wondering where it went...

xoxoxo,
rachel

Monday, August 27, 2007

phenomena andromeda
milky way collision
diamonds, chocolate, stars, light years,
our corner of the universe = oblivion

Saturday, August 25, 2007

waiting out the pub time


Sitting at this desk
the copy is all edited
my stomach full of snacks
that keep my head awake
everyone is headed out
but me and Bruce are waiting out
the time to hit the publish button
it will come, as we both know
it will come, as the thunder comes
as the rain comes
Bruce offers me a ride, I deny
for now
Chuck, another late night guy
comes to retrieve some copy
from the printer and leaves
without a word, just a glance
at SportsCenter
and there is still more time
more time that I might wait
to go, to walk
home
should I wait out til the 'pub' time
til the late and later 'pub' time?
Well it's raining lightning
a ride?
the offer is there
but I decide to walk
to walk before the 'pub' time
to walk before the publishing
web setting up the paper on the
internet push button
process goes

Friday, August 24, 2007

Sunday, August 19, 2007

breakfast in augusta, me.


On Sunday Morning I walked
across the
bridge to
eat breakfast
with the
dead.
I had a
Mango & some
coffee, they had my company
and the sun to warm their
earthen vaults I heard the
birds & not the planes, the
leaves & river not the road
and then I walked but I'll
be back again someday
for sure

water street 008


Alright Augusta,
you want to play games?
I'm going to start yelling
"learn to walk"
Pretty soon. Oh, that
guy had it down okay.

water street 007


Hey Augusta, learn to
fucking walk. You walk
past the
Edwards Inn
Porch trying to
stare straight
ahead, It's not
working. Do you
have a board in
your back? It
should come fuckin
natural. Left, right
Augusta. Left, right.

water street 006


Hey Augusta crack walk man you
don't seem very friendly I saw
you walking across the bridge
earlier, I see you walking
down water street every day
you always look away I
don't even want to say Hi to
you but if you don't say Hi
pretty soon I'm going to
make you,
There you go again!

Saturday, August 18, 2007

water street 005


In DC there were options
when things got rough
you could at least mug
somebody
Here, no one 's got nothing
except maybe
a can of soda

water street 004


I am sitt-
ing out on
this porch
drinking beers
in shorts
and a tee-shirt
and this
Mainer comes
up dressed in
the same
and asks if
he can go
through the
ashtray. I
tell him "better
luck at the
Eagle" he does
anyway and
complains of
the cold!
Mainers!?

water street 003


Maine,
from what I've been hearing,
you've got a lot of weirdos that make
this place hard to live.

Maine,
a couple
people and a bumper sticker told me you
put way too many people on welfare and
give out way too much help to people who
don't really need it, to make this a decent
state for working people to live in.

Maine,
you've got a shitload of mentally
ill bastards migrating here from lots
of other states (like Washington, DC)

Oh, and 8.5 percent sales tax?! What's
up with that Maine?

water street 002


Man Maine!
there
are a lot
of
douche bags on
this side of
water street
driving up & down
the road
drunk
wasting gas

Man Maine!
these idiots
are walking
around
acting tough
yelling shit
on this side
of water street

Man Maine!
I'm sitting here
feeling like
one of them

water street 001


eight point five percent
sales tax
eight point five percent
sales tax
eight point five percent
sales tax
I couldn't stop
thinking, saying
it to myself
on the way back
from the gas
station
after buying
a six dollar and
ninety-one cent
six pack of
bud cans
eight point five percent
sales tax
eight point five percent
sales tax

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Anthology of Poems about Mike Corcoran or Inspired by Mike Corcoran

I'd like everybody to post a pome or two on the theme announced above. (You'll see below that I've already started.) I might collect and edit them in a small samizdat publication, maybe hold a reading. Mike Corcoran himself is encouraged to contribute. If you can't post on this blog, you can send the pomes via email to csmith@corcoran.org. My internet connection this summer on Long Island has been spotty, so Professor Smith has agreed to help me out. Keep in mind that the pomes need not be laudatory. People who happen to be reading this blog and have never written a pome, well, this is a great opportunity.

Spread the word.

Re Quiem

Mike Corcoran drew me within the door of an unoccupied garden by the roadside took me by the button my coat and closing his eyes commenced an eloquent discourse waving his right hand gently as the musical words flowed in an unbroken stream from his lips I saw that it was no use to break away so taking advantage of his absorption in his subject I with my penknife quietly severed the button from my coat and decamped five hours afterwards in passing the same garden I heard Mike Corcoran's voice and looking in there he was with closed eyes the button in his fingers and his right hand gracefully waving just as when I left him

Monday, July 23, 2007

listening to Irish music


Mike- How sad is it?
Does it have to be so sad that it makes you cry?

That's how sad it is Mike. -Ben

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Dennis Young
Tues


-----------------------------------------
I'm not a natural
at anything
All I have is
-Bad Luck
(and)
-Stupid Luck

Gliding

A swan and a soothsayer,
both awkward and enchanting,
you are a thundercloud of space dust, rolling in-
effervescent and deadly.

Capsized, we’re seizing the fragments
while experiencing sensory delight.
We’re treading water and losing;
slowly vaporizing and talking about it.

We’ll soon be powder,
nebulas in the darkness.

It is a paradoxical elegance
that from here looks like black ice
with islands of glass floating throughout;
shimmering in the majestic lunar glow.

This ache is blunt and nagging;
the lines are all pulled taut
and the glimmer in your eyes is
milky distant, and grey.

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Thursday, July 05, 2007

5th of july guilt


the Forth is over
and what have you done
you lazy
you pompous
you fortunate son
while the other world wallows
and screams in your muck
youre shooting off streamers
and driving big trucks
youre have a good time
and wooping it up
and sleeping in big beds
and then waking up
and eating big breakfasts
and big dinners too
but what have you done
you lazy
you you


(dedicated to Theodor Geisel)

Monday, July 02, 2007

cafe mozart on the 3rd to celebrate the 4th


D'Steel(e) will hold a meeting at Cafe Mozart- 1331 H Street NW at 6pm on Tuesday the 3rd, to celebrate the 4th and the German's contribution to American Independence (which was sauerkraut).

Best Regards,

Baron Von BeThere

Thursday, June 28, 2007

brackets, rain;
smoking on an airplane- with gryoscopes;
thistles for dinner, coal for desert,
the mountains -old and worn down.

a dead women’s bed and fucking as usual;
it’s all over, vanity and the like,
just yesterday we were swimming in the frigid waters of the seven sacred pools
tomorrow its all whispers.

the brigadire general casimir pulaski says,
get it out;
get it out now,
and use peroxide on the wound afterward.

my shining hope


I'm jobless and up before 5:30
the older I get
the faster time moves
and
it's making me worry

my new blender-smoothie
frozen-iced drink machine
has got me feeling
better already

unlike my life
(that's a mess)
it's ergonomic design
is easy to clean

Writing resumes, applying
to places I'll probably never be

but a few simple twists
and a quick wipe down
and the glass pitcher
(that once held fruit and ice)
has a sparkling gleam!

Monday, June 25, 2007

demon porch poetry- (re-somthing-ed[something stupid])


I don't need to work
but I do need a job
and for someone
to pay me

I don't need a girl
but I would like one
(one that would stay w/ me)

I don't need friends
but I need companions
to walk & to talk
& to drink w/ me

what I'm saying is
I don't need a tree
but I do need
to pee

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Couplets for Ken Ashton's Megolopolis

crisis layout of the new result neighborhoods & behaviors / present history unquenchable gifts travelers detoured / population moths of ordinary worlds play reinforced / condition the law of development cruising boredom / dawn images forever buried the bourgeois collective / creative decline of limits incorporating & inventing / the editors of that life state police techniques / notional spacing of shared conurbations circumscribed avenues alleys / garden city urban charming ruins dwellings of the moment / spectacular separation mask distance makes come easy go easy / a mirror commune economy furious utilitarian spaces / pioneers of artless reduction work sensations material / ground-use gift for exploiters air sound & light / ultralightware figures terrace over harmonizing residue / landing pads wanderings sheltered spelunking / frequent chance encounter ambience inhabitants diffused / situations on every corner situations behind every façade / technical implementation of sadness freeways of tourism / load-bearing structures on the wing wander derive float / media everywhere information nowhere the history of everyday life / human standpoint social standpoint the shadow of absence / the record of mordant leisure form dream committees /corrupted adventure culture vandals dynamic continuum / poaching in countless ways break wants from needs / vast regulations on unforeseen light solitary aristocrats / the network of an anti-discipline a new field

farming a future


Maggie is leaving
my chest
-sad
my head
-selfish, mad

I wish the world would explode
(for a second)

the reality-
my sweet woman has gone
she has plans for the future
plans for a farm

from my untended mind
I had plans I forgot
the things that remain
tell me-

All 's not for Naught

Monday, June 18, 2007

Summer Squalls are Happening Today, Just the Way We Planned

what to do when the tomatoes have been stolen?
when patellas are broken?
when the blender doesn’t work?

Bury an egg:,
teal in the center,
waiting,
a century later.

Jive and advise:
do martial arts for 32 years,
never eat red meat;
no drugs or alchohol,
specifically on the bus.

When the tick bites,
lay down
and let someone you love
pull it out.

Buy more, strawberry shortcake,
wait for the healing to begin,
put it in a thermos
to finish later

The ghosts are knocking;
let them in.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

American Society



American Society of Engineering
American Society of Child Rearing
American Society of Needle Sharing
American Society of Golden Earrings
American Society of Never Nearing
American Society of Publishers Clearing
American Society of Medicated Feeling
American Society of Sword Wielding
American Society of Amish Baking
American Society of Leaf Raking
American Society of Selective Hearing
American Society of No One Caring
American Society of Pickled Herring

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Got to Go



Got to go now
see you soon
the bus is coming
i'll be there soon
don't know where I'm headed
but I'll be there soon
don't know where i'm headed
see you soon
got to go now
the bus is coming

Saturday, May 19, 2007

132nd Preakness


I will never go to Preakness
if it
keeps costing
sixty bucks

I will never go to Preakness
if it
won't guarentee
my luck

I will never get to Preakness
if I
can not
get a ride

But if I somehow
find my way
to Preakness

my quondam words
are lies

Sunday, May 06, 2007

133rd Kentucky Derby


Wow! Look at em go!
Bible beater beware
thar's bettin over thar
and who's going to come in first
it's up in the air
leprechauns and the queen were there
mint juleps, bad picks, $7 beer
had my share
not Cow Town, not Scat, not Quay
this Derby, anyway.
like a woman (big in the front) did say
"I told you! Street Sense all the way!"

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

artcade

would D'Steele poetics be alright with being a major section to the artcade website?

enduring

It tasted like dryer sheets,
and the dryer sheets smelled like burnt plastic,
and the burnt plastic smelled like
bring ! bring ! bring !
answer me, eat me, keep me.
her eyes looked like a lagoon fog,
but more like ice, a frozen ocean,
a history of frozen oceans
Everything just looked like oblivion

My favorite part was gritting the sand between my teeth and smiling.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Ping pong

I work like an hour a day.
Out of eight.
The rest of the time I close my eyes,
And play ping Pong.
Soothing my boredoms with indoor sports.
In mind games.
Parcheesi.

Left my frontal lobe's bike at home today.
Cranium anyone
Just me in here.
echo.
echo.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Past

A mechanic told me dents are scrapes in disguise.
Happens to be a lie
But the truth was bruised.
And I think I'm home now,
in my car-mind.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Traveling

Boats to Tangiers, New Zealand,
Montserrat.
Cars to James, Eden, Home.
Bicycles and books to every needy person of the earth,
Spin, REVOLVE, pink, ice blue.

Friday, April 13, 2007


Some mornings
I have dreams
of beating up
Marines
While I walk to work
w/ my tie & shirt

Monday, April 09, 2007

Early Sunday


Easter Sunday Morning
I traveled back
into the past
I traveled back
into my past
I visited with
my relatives
in a muddy
wooden setting
I watched
my father work
in a shop
(a figure of
all my fathers)
we talked & only
the last words
I remember ...

... I'll have to wait
what will my job be
was he talking to me?
what is it?
what?
I couldn't hear
-----------------------
I sewed a piece
of magpie's hair

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

she asked me if I had too

You too?
me too?
Me too?!
Me also?
Me, just another?
Another, in a list of many?
Soon to be forgotten, because just another?
Another number?
Another number, in another list?
A list of many, amongst others?
Insignificant, to be degraded to a number, in another list?

No. not me too.


I am no number.

Once ...


... I went on a date that lasted 2 months.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Therapy Poem for TMC


COD: polder
a piece
of low-lying land reclaimed
from sea or river
protected by

dykes
especially in the netherlands
a noun

Friday, March 30, 2007

Going to Sea in a Sieve

the snakes on this island are blind and small,
they are worms,
the worm in this apple is brown
and i’ve already eaten half.
The carnies here look tired and old;
their faces,
maps of places they’ve been
and what they’ve seen:
millions of wormy apples
millions of kids spinning, towns swimming, roads revolving

and me? I am downside up, upside down
my forehead pushed against the sweaty black padding,
WE are in a metal rocket trap.

Its raining in my ears, vertigo
its pounding in my chest.

give me your hand, its cold in here.

thats my boyfriend betch!
and we were in line first
and we just don’t give a shit.

On the ferris wheel again, high above our town.
Alone in the sky, we are the only two people on earth
and still only mites, in the universe.

Where is Johnny Crooky head when you need ‘em?

This highschool parking lot is a big country feild
is a boardwalk, is everyman
overman? Zarathustra, right?
No its a left up here,
3104, 2222, 1711
American Avenue
American Avenue
and this is it.

The jungle isn’t humid enough, the desert dry, the ice wet.
The snake among the rocks is bursting from the fires of the earth,
and spits poison.

I breathe it all in,
camoflauge the sloth, hide the portly spider crab
the end is near, the ride is over.

cotton candy comes in pink, blue, green and yellow
lets find an Icee my dearest cousin, and ride this train around the earth
we can howl in the tunnels
and wait for the buffalo to get off,
smile and the sun shines brighter,
laugh and I’ll laugh too.

don’t be afraid of the cold,
this icy lake in the mountains, this glacier water
running, trickling, down, down, down,
is everything.

Soft serve ice cream with sprinkles
hold the soft serve ice cream,
sprinkles only please sir,
sparkles like stars in the night sky
like fireworks,
like prom night dresses,
this small room is the beginning of the rest of our lives,
full of glitz and glamour,
sparkle and shine.

two hits of ecstacy please, I think I’ve had enough.

to or for anyone,
keep on keeping on whatever that means and make sure
you don’t miss love, or bungee jumping, or the ocean,
sometimes rollarcoasters get stuck and people have to wait,
or climb out, or die,
sometimes people go boating and find dead men floating in the water
sometimes, just sometimes, something extroidinary happens,
and then hollywood makes a movie and a million dollars
and the actors hog all the money and don’t share with anyone.

Sour Grapes


I didn't want to go to Ireland anyway.

I'm Not Really Irish


Where's my IRISH BIRTHRIGHT!?
I've had generations
of Irish-Americans
my fathers, come over
here and work
in factories and
on farms to fund
the freedom of
Ireland during
the Industrial
Revolution
all members
of father Pat
O'Brien's
Knights of
Columbus
,an Irish-Catholic
organization setup
to help the families
of fathers
who came here
to work themselves
to death.

And I've Never Been
To F*#@ing Ireland!

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Standing


M- Hey
J- Hey Mike
M- What are you doin
J- Workin
M- Doesn't look like it
J- What are you doin
M- Standin
J- Looks like it

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

My Hope


Maggie my beautiful
Woman
my love for you
My love for you
has me staring
into the distance

waiting for you
for 1000 days
these past few
days

My God has regained
existence
to hear my prayers
for you

My life will regain
meaning
once I hear from you

It doesn't help my
bleeding mind, my
crumpled heart to
think that this
could be the first time
I am

Waiting

Listening

for you

Now every question
in my mind is
for you

Monday, March 12, 2007

CALL FOR ENTRIES

Hello, dear poets. I want to do a one or two page spread of D' Steel(e) poetry in Artcade Magazine (an arts magazine being produced by Corcoran students). So please email me a couple of your favorite poems at RachelMFick@gmail.com and put in the subject line "Magazine Poetry" so that I can organize it well in my Gmail.

Cheers!
Laser

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Cutting Down Bamboo in Georgetown



cuttin down bamboo
in georgetown
looking up
for dead leaves
& stalks
walking to the jumble
cutting w/ a hand saw
pulling the stalk
into the clearing
to find i've chosen
the right dead line
makes me feel
like a skilled
tribesman

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Landscaping Again





riding through
the winding
trees the bare
& winding trees
the road is black
the air is cold
as Demon House
outside we park
along a stream
to wait for our
friends & tap
our feet &
whistle things

Monday, March 05, 2007

Raworth & Lang

Thursday, March 8, 8:00 pm
Tom Raworth @ 8:00 PM
@ Bridge Street Books
Please join us at Bridge Street Books in Georgetown

THURSDAY, MARCH 8th, 8 PM

for a reading by

TOM RAWORTH

to celebrate the publication of his new Edge book

CALLER AND OTHER PIECES

Tom Raworth was born and grew up in London. During the 1970s he traveled and worked in the United states and Mexico, returning to England in 1977 to be Resident Poet at King's College, Cambridge, in which city he still lives. Since 1966 he has published more than 40 books and pamphlets of poetry, prose and translations, in several countries including ACE, ETERNAL SECTIONS, TOTTERING STATE: SELECTED EARLY POEMS 1963-1983, and CLEAN AND WELL LIT: SELECTED POEMS 1987-1995. His graphic work has been shown in France, Italy, and the United States, and he has collaborated and performed with musicians (Steve Lacy, Joëlle Léandre, Steve Nelson-Raney, Esther Roth, Nino Locatelli), painters (Giovanni D'Agostino, Micaëla Henich), and other poets (Franco Beltrametti, Corrado Costa, Dario Villa). In 1991 he was invited to teach at the University of Cape Town: the first European writer to visit there for thirty years. Raworth's COLLECTED POEMS was published by Carcanet in 2003.

one of several poems I wrote w/ Janis Goodman's drawings in mind:





Without realizing it I think I have
been getting better at living every
day like my last


THERE THERE THERE WAS
AN OPENING THERE THERE
WAS A REFLECTION
THERE THERE WAS AN
OPENING BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM ZOOM ZOOM
ZOOM ZOOM



Thursday, March 01, 2007

Your Hardcore Mother


she's out at the front door
in her nightgown
w/ rollers in her hair
puffing a cigar yelling,
"get in here. dinner!"
waiting w/ her drink
she ashes in it
swirls the ash into
a flammable grey cloud
and shoots it back
standing in her slippers

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Holy

the perfect human
created by people
Claudia Schiffer
perfect

never perfect

only speculate
not tangible
an image
stealth
a comfort zone

Monday, February 19, 2007

D.Lang this Friday

Not to be Missed...

Anyone needing a ride please contact B.Long at csmith@corcoran.org


On Friday, February 23 at 7:30pm, at Westmoreland Church, Mary Kay Zuravleff and Doug Lang will read from their work. The reading is free and open to all; voluntary donations will be accepted to benefit the Marie H. Reed Learning Center, a public elementary school and community center that serves many children of immigrants and their families in the Adams-Morgan and Mount Pleasant neighborhoods of Washington, D.C. A book signing and reception will follow.

Doug Lang is an expatriate Welsh writer who teaches in the Academic Studies Department at the Corcoran College of Art + Design. He has published novels, stories, poems, essays, and reviews. A volume of his selected poems is forthcoming from Edge Books.

Mary Kay Zuravleff is the author of two novels. Her first novel, THE FREQUENCY OF SOULS, won the Rosenthal Award from the American Academy of the Arts and the James Jones First Novel Award. Her second novel is THE BOWL IS ALREADY BROKEN.

Westmoreland Church is at One Westmoreland Circle, Bethesda, where Western and Massachusetts Avenues come together. Parking is available in a lot behind the church on Mass Ave. For public transport, take the Red Line Metro to Friendship Heights and Ride-On Bus #29 to Westmoreland Circle. For more information or directions, call 301 229-7768.

Friday, February 16, 2007

holy shit
can't i read you in a book
so i can put you down
for a second?

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

February 14, 269 A.D.


Maggie, the other
girls say your
sexy hips
sway like a
gunslingers
soft & curved
reddish-brown
a woman warrior
I will walk
the world with
I'm here for
you a careful
weapon for you
your radiance
tempers me
me , I'm stronger
now (you say
now is your
forever) your
form your image
your face make
makes all
light better
youre a torch
your hair is
dark & firey
I see it I
see you through
the darkness
your face
the origin
of beauty,
catches &
melts the snow
this weather
this world
was made for
us

Friday, February 09, 2007

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 115


Throughout the ages men
have marked and dyed their
hides for sake of unit
pride Whereas
I was born
w/ most my
marks of Pride.
And those I've
served
w/
are
dying
in
the
future and
they long
ago have
died.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 117


That windfall of money I was talking
about earlier, they went with someone
else. But I found me a pearl.

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 104


Without realizing it I think I have
been getting better at living every
day like my last


There There there was
an opening there there
was a reflection
there there was an
opening Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Zoom Zoom
Zoom Zoom


Sunday, February 04, 2007

de-script-ions (theories)

Heroic, tragic, conception,
And love, lots of love,
And chances, lots of taking chances,

On this self-grading pop quiz,
I get an F,
Baudelaire, Ginsberg, Schopenhauer get A's
The human condition is absurd.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Loving Lindsay Lohan

Lets be lovers
And film our hot sex for thomasmichaelcorcoran on his birthday

Friday, February 02, 2007

lindsey lohan

if love was a dog from hell
I’d give it a carrot
or McDonalds

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 81


My poems aren't always
an exact representation
of me they are
sometimes in some
ways less or more
extreme

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 77


Ever since women
started clothing
themselves men
started drawing
them naked
again first
on cave walls
an today in
Penthouse &
National Geograph
ic

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Circular & unanimous the bamboo

Sacred & taciturn of the south deep

Mountain gray mud banking

Blades circular & color miasmal

An homage to the stranger

The pedestal sun

Incessant ruins inconsolable

Men of the region

Dilapidated without purpose

The entire proximity of

Rice a sole stranger

Center burnt tiers of faces

Farthest stars face

Importance of real answers

Universe of the former level

Latter vast times a teacher

Useless dawn an intolerable lucidity

Forest hemlock for the student body

Incoherent as most enigmas

As faceless as an enormous

Afternoon river planetary

Prescribed size of a penumbra

Fourteenth pulmonary whole heart

Examination of the vision principle

Skeleton eyelids & innumerable hairs

Less than an effigy

Perhaps a tiger perhaps a colt

Statue same-dreamed phantom

A dreamers dream of the other ruined temple

Orders had been given

Mysteries and the cult of fire

The pretext of pedagogical necessity

Words & sounds

the mere confusion of happiness

The future south sky

Metal of the night’s rose color

Panic-stricken flight of wild animals

From the ruins of the sanctuary

The concentric fire licking the wall

The water the walls

The sheets of flame

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Dada L/a/n/g/u/a/g/e

Are you my da
Are you my dada
Are you my dada there
Are you
Are you
Are you
My my my my my
My my my my my
Dada
Language
Are you my Dada language there?
Are you my Dada language there?
Are you dada language there?
You my you my you my
You my you my
Lang da lang da lang da
da
Language
You are dada language
you are dad language
lang
You are dada Lang
Are you dada language?

Living is a fog from hell

Living is a fog from hell ,
Page 72, page 58, page 66,
The initials on every page, 100.
DL, TMC, JDP, KC.
Easy, but hard at the same time,
This is everyday, flurried, abundant, cloudy weather
This is a gloomy day full of pages
Unread
Meals uneaten
Coffee still in the pot.

We are not drunk enough yet
To be having this conversation.
Lets get out there on the porch and light up
Like some good 21st century kids
we'll drink you under the table sir,
Yeah I'm talking to you,
We'll out drink YOU,
Kandinsky, Pollock, and DeKooning,
We will drink all the alcohol available on the
Entire island of long
BOB LONG that is
You- sleeping under the kitchen table
While lamps crash against the walls
Cars smashing into each other, ditches, etc.
You- passed out on the couch
That smells like cigarettes
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, etc.
You in the car with the windows rolled up
In the state park after dark
Me still at the party
Me eating a breakfast burrito
Me playing music in my living room
And dancing, all the way back to suffragette city.

All we have is nouns
All we ever had was nouns
Come say that to my face
And I'll take you down
into the basement
And when no one is looking
Kick your ass all over the ping pong table
Don't ever be old, boring, or silly
We real cool here
We real cool over there too.

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 70


It's good man
I say to Alex's
Liberty Spikes
"Aqua Net!"
Ahh, yes
Aqua Net is
Awesome it
destroyed
the ozone
layer
over
California
in the Eighties.

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 69


Anything you want to
believe is true.
"really?" yeah
we're in
Amer ica

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 68


How do we
survive?
us crazy
crazy people
surviving in farm
houses and
apartment
walls in the
woods for
all these
thousands
of years?

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 66


It has to
Be a different way
It will take me a
couple of days or
So I can get
you your money back
tomorrow okay

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 64


I should ask the
girl I think would look
hot pregnant if she ------
----> knows anyone
just like her only
sluttier

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Perving Out is Pretty Awesome Sometimes

Topless Angels
Brunettes, blondes, redheads
In Boxer brief cut panties
Pillow fighting in my head

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

BROerty Ver 0.02 beta

Beechwood aged
Puffing on a blunt
If she finds out
My stuff is on the curb out front

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 59


I am training to run a marathon by drinking beer
& playing ping pong in my basement.


"I'd say youre on the right track."

Why would you say I'm on the right track?

"Beer & ping pong, I think that's the key
to running 26.2 miles.
... Why do you want to run a marathon?"

Just for the hell of it.
To say I ran a marathon.
I don't even care about delivering
a heart attack.


"Spe- Special Delivery!"

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

BROetry ver 0.01

He against him
Tell a friend bitch
I've been ill
Plus I've been sick

Twenty three times
Two more and you got my age
That's a Quarter century more then
enough to fill a page
Add a car chase and a steel cage match
roll credits fade screen

There's only one star in this movie and
he rarely stays clean

Yellow teeth lint on my receding hairline
From his dime store vocabulary ladies know
he's too fine

Hamburger pimp keeping greasy hothands
is a burger realy a burger if it ain't have meat man?
DUMB QUESTION

They say it taste great
it keeps the Co-eds slobbering
plus controls weight

I keep the meat wrapped up in their see through black thong strings
add a shake for sex appeal
have me thinking raunchie things
Ladies night buffet
gorge your self lust thrills
stay hungery all day
value menu less then a dollar bill


poem by (and originally posted by) UxTxB

Collecting Material


When I collect material
I leave loved ones
sanity, blood
scum on the earth.
That's what happens
when you get older
when you get older
and realize you are dying
youre not going to live
to 50,000

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 55


If I had a job marking down beautiful girls in a book
I'd have a job forever

Loving a Dog from Hell, Pg 54


For Christmas I was going to give you the rib that man made woman from.
I even went to the basement w/ a flashlight in the middle of the night
to make sure I still had it.
Some friends said, or advised, that it might scare you.
I pulled the rib out of the ground in the middle of the night
along the coast of Albania then flew out over the sea.
I guess it's the thought that counts.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

50 Demands

1. Cable Television
2. One George Foreman grill. Complete with deluxe spatula set.
3. A fully trained German shepherd, capable of performing highly tactical manuevers.
4. The complete literary work of one Augustus Junior Swath
5. A sectional sofa, made of mahogany with maple handles and lining. Cusions will be formed out of granite. Nobody will sit on this sofa. Nobody will see this sofa.
6. A triangular coffee table.
7. An empty warehouse located on the eastern coast of Iceland. Beside the warehouse will be a stable, containing one horse of your choosing. Also, a herd of sheep.
8. A HAM radio capable of transmitting within 5000 miles of its origin.
9. Pair of moon-bounce shoes.
10. A wall-sized poster containing information on every star constellation.
11. A bronze statue molded in the shape of a Volvo automobile.
12. Fully funtioning fog machine.
13. A 13x14 foot box, 5 feet deep. It will be filled with plans of various industrial parks. It will be secured with a lock, and only two copies of the key will be made. The box will then be dropped into the pacific ocean where it will sink to the bottom.
14. A 45 minute time slot on PBS every afternoon.
15. One Marshall guitar amplifier to be placed in every room across America.
16. Beer.
17. Pens that never run out of ink, and also play classical music when you write with them.
18. The float of last year's Rose parade winner. I will keep it for my own use, and the runner-up float will be raffled off.
19. The current executive administration to be put on trial for failure to pay all outstanding parking tickets.
20. The Book of Revelations will be re-written. This time it will have a happy ending.
21. An ad to be placed in all major newspapers for a used Ford Taurus on sale outside a Dairy Queen.
22. Thirteen suits tailored from the wool of the Icelandid sheep.
23. Fifteen cans of motor oil.
24. A major motorway to be constructed, connecting California to Alaska.
25. Montana will be placed in a large protective bubble. Nothing in, nothing out.
26. Every morning a duffle-bag will be left on my doorstep. That same duffle-bag will be picked up that evening from my doorstep. It is never to be opened or tampered with.
27. Free admission to the San Diego Sea World.
28. Ten acres of land for farming purposes.
29. A large gun rack.
30. Complete musical works of every band to come out of Denmark's street punk scene.
31. Mark E. Smith's phone number and e-mail.
32. All future business offices are to be designed with the Captain's deck of the U.S.S. Enterprise as the base model.
33. Full and complete access to the Hubble telescope.
34. A Pilot's license.
35. A car phone.
36. Resurrection of the once lost "Cammule", which will be born again under the piercing glance of the pale moonlight.
37. All tax fraud charges against Wesley Snipes are to be dropped.
38. A week's supply of canned cheese, pre-applied to crackers for convenient use.
39. The key to the city of Boise.
40. An expansion of the American railroad system.
41. Donate all land 5 miles within the American-Canadian border to Canada. Then annex Vancouver.
42. Doppler radar will be given the title of "Most important technological advancement of the last millenium".
43. Medians on all major highways will be decorated with lawn gnomes, giving a much needed boost to the lawn gnome industry.
44. A truly never ending pasta bowl.
45. Large format photography will become the standard for common use, even family snapshots. Digital photography will become indicative of the eccentric artist.
46. Congress will be outsourced.
47. Leash-laws of pets will be repealed in the city of Savannah. Savannah will be renamed to "Animal City".
48. The Freemasonry temple on 16th street will be converted into the Cat Fighting Raccoon embassy.
49. All spiders will be implanted with tracking devices so that I may be aware of their presence, and avoid them in an increasingly successful fashion.
50. Deion Sanders will be striken from history books, and nobody will acknowledge his continued existence.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Calcium


coffee is the vehicle for my half & half

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

21 January 2007 (prereading moved forward 2 days)

d'steel(e) reads/performs on sunday evening, january 21, at meatmarket gallery. save the date. readers, new & old, email b.long at csmith@corcoran.org. details to follow. tentative pre-reading meeting pencilled in for tuesday, january 16, 5pm, Recessions Bar DC.

Friday, December 29, 2006

on the prowl (hunting)
searching (for material)
living (the life)
being (real)

gaining street cred
gun
fist & boot to head
delinquent

inebriated (duh)
high (---.)
broke (complain)
borrow (friend)

git yer run on
again

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Do you think I am
usually confused
or generally bewildered?

see...

The reflection of you is my cellar.
Even if I close my eyes real, real tight
I still can't find a battery
for my flashlight.

Oh, to right sheepskin rafts
down the Yellow River.

Clementines unzip,
peel in one piece.
So, can't you tell me now?
Look at me at least?

I cry seeps dirt
I, ripe rain, fall

Dear Plato,
That last painting I wrote
wasn't about me.
How many times removed
is that?

You say:
"I don't believe in fairies.
Sorry, Tinkerbell."
yeah, just say that -
and leave me sick as hell.

Now I'm not really feeling so well.
But, if I need anything,
Do I just ring this little bell?

and if that little bell
don't sound
momma's gunna put me
6 feet underground

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

my absent handgun law



"What the Fuuu ..."
says a man riding past on a bike
yup they're tearing it down
were crossing the street
they're spittin
were steppin to 'em
cause we're mad
(and it's fun)

"What the Fuuu ..."
Run, Run, Run
says a man
who had a gun to my jaw
with stress I use my hand
to twist the gun to his chest

The cops make the arrest
no need to confess
They found the gun a block from his vest