Untitled, more beat.

When my cookfire overheats
and burns down the hermitage,
I shall homeless bum the nights
and dawns of white-guilty downtowns
and haunt bus stations
and drug dens alike.
I will rage though bloody beards
and beardless boys will slip
into comas of starlit
raindrop kisses awake.

you are only a body to them

d
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s
c
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n
d

before it's too late.

FUKOW

more new found poetry. this time with pseudo-sonnet beat lit theory goodness.

Confused, I dig your
incomprehensible
archeologies,
foundering in Marx and leather
masochism.
You faded French archetype
over-quoted footnote Foucault!
But still I rocksteady anonymous
in your sign language.
Bioethics and bass guitar
slipping silent "els"
right past my tongue
leaving me wanting
more
after
that
staccato op-en-ing
act.

I liked the legend better.
Gibberish over tired theory
(though ground-breaking at your time)
slowly abused and worn out.
Give me your absurd thanatos
over your all-too-human tragedy.

I liked you when we thought AIDS was a trick,
not as the final product of postmodern bioethic.

Enkidu's Architecture

The story of a man who built his life on a hill of ashes:
Body light stepping foot padding carefully adding
layer of upon layer of
airy brick mortared together with mocking-bird feathers
gummed with secretions of secret confusion
and false hope.
Mistakes were made but not dealt with.
Uneven foundations seem secure when the shingles are
lain with care.
Forever mindful of dreadful realities lying under the ashen hillside,
monstrous caverns yawn with perverse lusting for failure,
wild things of the unconscious dreaming,
their eyes and ears become infected
and give rise to maggot-like contingencies--

the house keeps settling.

Creaking gives new meaning. but the meaning is meaningless,
lost on deaf ears with foreign tongue.
And when the house that is-not
becomes finally incomplete
he proclaims "it-is-that-it-is"
and Real slips into view between thin iris-gaps and
he is consumed.


(why else was there a hill of ashes to begin with, he was
neither the first nor unique)