Frequency
07-27-2005, 04:05 AM
What do you guys think of this guy's poetry?
I think it is genius. Here is an example:
OVERDUCT NEIGHBORHOODS
Where Siapan conducts clinics
every click of the flow
what they put out nightly for
the alley monsters
fenced along the lines of stall
it's rheumatoid dilaudid
fluted to the hinges in blow
I'd rather live on scrap pages
from the sun
all quartz pap
and jiggling mother's weight
or silicon push
do you believe in just height ?
but the snow was fuel and
the bulbs were not
then they brought it to a stop
the Nietzsche hoverers in buffalo pants
or , I dunno , parts ?
One more:
Tossed Elegy
Corso an entry word
I saw his hand come up
flash in the LowerEast trouble wards
being the constant sifter
in wait for hallows
and shares in the Shelley vasts
a seat on couches in hamlets
so torn and well read
plastered with eligibility badges
and do you get what my poems know?
graspable but itā??s pure
the glow of clown
the last of the mistreated edgers
gone-to-meeting horribles
to get you in bed Iā??ll get you in my poems
ripeskate? I donā??t know the codes
there are no codes
where I land
in roostabout escapade
I find taste dull
the poem on the ceiling
shown different every day
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It's amazing.
I think it is genius. Here is an example:
OVERDUCT NEIGHBORHOODS
Where Siapan conducts clinics
every click of the flow
what they put out nightly for
the alley monsters
fenced along the lines of stall
it's rheumatoid dilaudid
fluted to the hinges in blow
I'd rather live on scrap pages
from the sun
all quartz pap
and jiggling mother's weight
or silicon push
do you believe in just height ?
but the snow was fuel and
the bulbs were not
then they brought it to a stop
the Nietzsche hoverers in buffalo pants
or , I dunno , parts ?
One more:
Tossed Elegy
Corso an entry word
I saw his hand come up
flash in the LowerEast trouble wards
being the constant sifter
in wait for hallows
and shares in the Shelley vasts
a seat on couches in hamlets
so torn and well read
plastered with eligibility badges
and do you get what my poems know?
graspable but itā??s pure
the glow of clown
the last of the mistreated edgers
gone-to-meeting horribles
to get you in bed Iā??ll get you in my poems
ripeskate? I donā??t know the codes
there are no codes
where I land
in roostabout escapade
I find taste dull
the poem on the ceiling
shown different every day
-------------------------------
It's amazing.