<b>D' Steel(e)</b> <em>Society of Poetics</em>: July 2006

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Cat is 22 "B-Day Toast"

It's been 22 years since
you've been begotten in
the heartland of America

and on this day you'll drink so much
your friends 'll have to carry ya

If they do
it surely means
that you will not remember

But that's okay 'cause it's your day

Here's to your birthday bender!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

When Flying Remember . . .

When flying around from place to place

always remember and never misplace

a base jumping chute (cause it will save you face)

as the plane 's going down in some random land

the faithful passengers, bibles in hand

don't rush off too fast, stay and pray for a while

offer words of good faith and a sympathy smile

when altitude reaches around a half mile

it's time to bail pal- you're the real frequent flyer

Monday, July 24, 2006

Exquisite Corpse Photo

What is Exquisite Corpse?

yay pennsylvania!

(for jess)

god I need a cigarette
and a beer

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Fish shit.

The grand bicycle race continued for its 4th day.

Miguel, although being in first, had an overbearing sense of disillusionment. The more he rode, he felt estranged by his surroundings.

He noticed the gritty texture of the road traveling underneath his front tire. Waves of black entered one side of his vision, and subsequently exited on the other. He continued peddling, and he continued staring down. Occasionally, something on the road would catch a very specific ray of light. The result of this, was a glimmer. An object's surface becoming obscured by an over-saturation of reflected light. There are innumerable things to be shone upon, and each will have its ray of light, but not everything glimmers.

Miguel wondered if he was really somewhere else. Maybe he was riding through the cosmos, consumed with the sight of these glimmers, stars, to give him guide. The stars poured down. They were fleeting, but infinite. Miguel peddled faster, and the pace of the stars quickened. Miguel closed his eyes. He could still see the stars. Smiling, he felt like was wrapped in the arms of his mother again.

At that moment, Miguel embraced the complete uncertainty of percieved existence. It was the first time he had done so since he first left the womb. He never stopped peddling.

The news reports that night detailed of a pretigious athelete's suicide. Miguel never stopped peddling, because he only lived for another 14 minutes. He never re-opened his eyes, and never turned his bicycle one way or another. He rode off the edge of a sea-side cliff, and dissapeared into the waves and rocks below. When interviewed by a national newspaper, one witness said"Well, he had his eyes closed and rode off a cliff. Soon enough the dumb bastard will be fish shit."

Saturday, July 22, 2006

truth or consequences

new mexico
mother mary
my map
my wall
my room
los alamos
solomon & gabriel

i saw a grizz in the dumpster
behind the motel


Reach up,
orange glistening mushroom
take a breath,
this is everything I want,
my very own glacier
floating, still

Israeli-Lebannon Conflict: Day 11

300 Israelis wounded in rocket attacks

no one around except for the odd dog or cat on the street

"Fresh air in a world gone mad" ...

on both sides of the border

(more than 300 Lebanese killed)