NaPoWriMo Day 1: Spice Poem XXIII

Spice XXIII
for Sara Mumolo

with a blue tattoo for
an arm / a paper that looks
nice and yields with a flashing
sing / not the pavement to think
your name / landing on a green
fantasy bestiary report / oxygen
or the small heron still existed

#8

my day
spent sweating
knots

the husk
of a walrus'
dick
on the tv

the clouds clip
my hair
rain and slap

children

they don't breathe

under water
like they used to
the sun sets
on a ship sinking

mountains and mountains and mountains of snow

the word
and
doesn't matter

just the snow
of phrases
sounding particular
skin itches
and sleeping
is breath

i ain't no
architect
trash man

fishing hook
caught
against
my skin

#6 (late)

This lateral cut of quiet to the knee
our digits fingering the lapel
buttoning the top parts of absence

is this the science of falling apart?

the corners absorbing what eyes
strain for, sigh back a little
making room for our needy hearts

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a concrete horse goes along for a while

the ceramic begins to crack & splinter

sees a Visigoth looking sad and wonders how he got there

a bridge of toothpicks
a paper plane
a hat shaped like a boat

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the rain put holes in the roof
alternately switching from love
to sigh to shudder

candle light strained
the window and pillows
whispered silhouettes

the tired dialing of a telephone
a broken line
a face made dark and crummy
an ax through the mailbox
getting smaller
our friends getting smaller still more
and leaving us sleep hopefully

please asleep
combustible
Greek clock
tired heart

is this the science of falling apart?

rules for NaPoWriMo (and to live by)

from Kenneth Koch's The Art Of Poetry





Just how good a poem should be

Before one releases it, either into one’s own work or then into the purview of others,

May be decided by applying the following rules: ask 1) Is it astonishing?

Am I pleased each time I read it? Does it say something I was unaware of

Before I sat down to write it? and 2) Do I stand up from it a better man

Or a wiser one, or both? or can the two be separated? 3) Is it really by me

Or have I stolen it from somewhere else? (This sometimes happens,

Though it is comparatively rare.) 4) Does it reveal something about me

I never want anyone to know? 5) Is it sufficiently “modern”?

(More about this a little later) 6) Is it in my own “voice”?

Along with, of course, the more obvious questions, such as

7) Is there any unwanted awkwardness, cheap effects, asking illegitimately for attention,

Show-offiness, cuteness, pseudo-profundity, old hat checks,

Unassimilated dream fragments, or other “literary,” “kiss-me-I’m poetical” junk?

Is my poem free of this? 8) Does it move smoothly and swiftly

From excitement to dream and then come flooding reason

With purity and soundness and joy? 9) Is this the kind of poem

I would envy in another if he could write? 10)

Would I be happy to go to Heaven with this pinned on to my

Angelic jacket as entrance show? Oh, would I? And if you can answer to all these Yes

Except for the 4th one, to which the answer should be No,

Then you can release it, at least for the time being.

I would look at it again, though, perhaps in two hours, then after one or two weeks,

And then a month later, at which time you can probably be sure.

#5 (late)

i am ok i am fucked i am ok i am fucked: the jess rowan story

sikkk babes innit BLOOD
eurrrrg
LOL!
rate my poo

(when i say this lol i actually meen
bear cos we have bear huiugs
lol hahah funny times)
we hav sucha larf

We breed, show, race, lease,
and do like everything withour horses.
we hav sucha larf
WE also board my favourite movies
of all time!! garfield!!

name a song n ill tell u if i think its gd or not!
none of that crap stuff, i like 50 cent etc
&
i can b a bit random at times lol.
They’ve been looking around,
they’re like searching for you
big ass dogs.fuck
i cant lie
lil dogs 2

rate my poo

erm hate proper stuck up ppl,
n ppl hu think ther hard
but r just all tlk!

If anyone needs an example
of success breeding success
Tonight I plan to have shaggy time
wiv jason da lad. hotti 4 lyf. best gels innit !
Jess Rowan is breeding
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxluff
yooh babi

breed-Quarter horse
In Which Jess Ventures
Into The Limited View
of The Women's Room
personality-Firey and hard to handle.
likes to test you
and is always throwing curve balls
picture Person: Name-Jessica

Jess Rowan did spectacular jobs
reportedly launched an unprovoked attack on snapper
and it gave Josh light indoor

rate her poo

Suzie is my daughter along with jess rowan.
i can never abandon them

While there is a lot of doomy depictions
of people
shaking their heads
over dwindling numbers of breeding pairs
& the loss of habitats
there are surprises
jellyfish will not stop breeding and blooming

breed harder. Ahhhh!

For your information there’s an inflammation in my tear gland

COME INTO MY ORAL ARMS

Turns out eutrophication makes them rate my poo

They’ve been looking for you,
even though I told them not to.

#4 (late)

Table of Contents
1. Shakespeare 2. Tenny 3. Bos Nova
4. Sneakers 3. Hurricanes 5. Left Hands 6. Triplets


my grandfather
likes to sit under waves
 in a steam house
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the house
n. a steam boat made for not petty tipping
 or that sore spot on your neck
 the little bit of lichen on our tongues
  tastes like shit
   and you know it
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The fixed microwave door
like everyone doesn’t know
 or expect
  some kind of impending wave
  like choking leftover new snow
  or socks the cat shit on

#3

Helpy Helperson (not helpy helperton)
For KSM

i am not here
to make you feel good

(the awful sting)(little worries)

the crumpled note
a paragraph of commas

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i stack all these things on my eyes
the roof of my mouth
the scaffolding

(lord let us be)

we are still so drinking
holes in our shoes and tigers on our slacks

we drown to say anything
we fill drums with verbs and medicine

to speak chimneys and volume
such tiny threading

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Helpy, do you know
why field-trippers were trampled,
scabbed back and treaded upon
up at the zoo that one day?

The spangled tripling of notes
jumping on table limping about the shudders

i thought you all were listening,

to the beat of wings
or cloud parting

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a trip to the Catskills

unwind and release
built upon pressures

i.e. divorce, breakup, separation

All the winners must pay
for transportation and lodging
Deer tears, ghost fogged lenses,
a map of great lakes, and the lines that follow

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The flooded gutters
and the misshaped bee hive strokes of forgetting
A third party (healthy) has no power

dissecting the family
4 become 2
2 become 1

a house
just that
here
remains
just
alone
wind &
sand

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to break children (up)
into the pieces of sand and rubber
to clean house with it

not to be in this country for 15 years

so as to not be a cheater (cough, cough) #1

j--- has an Atari pad for a brain
for Jess Rowan

or that triangle where burnt out Doritos
and the color orange go to have a holiday

you know, the old color (cool ranch)
like Dante's lugubrious ham sandwich

or the dryer sheets tucked way back
so our arms distress and bend

distress and bend

the twisted
metal,
like a hug
around the pole

or that triangle where holy teeth touch holy pals
and the mother superior caught in LAX for hours

this is a little dance number
hummed through the cracked lips of an old singer

or chirped birds, hot lips, lipstick mayhem

and took that tree to the beach for its peace of mind
the breeze touched its roots and went home

i am home in the rain or some complicated dance numbers

NaPoWriMo

Shit. It has begun. I'm still hoping to make a PDF chapbook of all my NaPoWriMo efforts. The title will be Alternate You Is A Horse. Like it? I do.

here's the first bit:



Some exchange in dust value occured
or a twisting of movement in place
of something

a tree, some fog, a pillar of rust

This a tide like our buckling knees
but I wrote this trip once before

on paper, or skin, lamp-light shadows

The Ocean
foam gave
us power
in black sand
sleet


We keep talking about "sexo" like it's
a trick overheard in parking lots of
bowling alleys

by dudes, or flan, costly snake skin