<b>D' Steel(e)</b> <em>Society of Poetics</em>: March 2007

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

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.

Thursday, March 29, 2007


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
my love for you
My love for you
has me staring
into the distance

waiting for you
for 1000 days
these past few

My God has regained
to hear my prayers
for you

My life will regain
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



for you

Now every question
in my mind is
for you

Monday, March 12, 2007


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.


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

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


for a reading by


to celebrate the publication of his new Edge book


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


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