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

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

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.

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

Thursday, April 19, 2007


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


Boats to Tangiers, New Zealand,
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
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?
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

especially in the netherlands
a noun