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

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

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
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
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,
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.