Archive Digging Hour: The Tiny Time

As the title indicates, it's time to dig in the archives because there's nothing new in the notebook. I think it's either about nuclear war or doing the laundry when you really don't want to.

Comment(s): Worthwhile, but subpar.
Grade: C-

The Tiny Time
The tiny time happened
and all the tin split
smaller than atoms
small as a bit
of sodium chloride.
In a salty steam
the oceans evaporated
like salted ice cream.
And ma in her kerchief
and I in my blouse
standing on boxes
underneath of our house.
Past the steam engine
through railyard bypass
we wept at the skyline
and railed at the crass
market that failed us,
as we slipped and drowned
on dire bleach banquets
run rampant. On the ground,
the great tides
suck small baths of bleach
as miles of smiles
began to depleat.
A deficit of smiles
on a deserted beach.

"New Year's Resolution: Reflect! Don't Refract!"

1. Oh man, I love walking
through patches of grass,
stalks tickling my calfs,
pollen sneezing in my nose.
2. Oh man, I love shitting
bricks and forgetting
my mother's birthday
(Dec. 7, not 8).
3. Oh man, I love learning
things like philosophy
because it's so concrete.
Stirring bouts with discrepancies
fucking blow.
4. Oh man, I love singing
songs that need circular
breathing. I test
my lung power
daily/loudly
in the shower.
5. Oh man, I love driving
with a burger greasing
the wheel, needing
to ride away from things
I've been trying
to not think.
6. Oh man, I love lying
awake (and to myself),
reorganizing the pantry shelves
alphabetically.

The Language Barrier Reef

We swim in a lucid sea
some miles out and diving,
the shore stretching
endlessly.
The language barrier reef.

Words, we sometimes speak
to each other; we seek
things and respond appropriately.
The language barrier reef.

We divide and conquer
sometimes, and watch coral
grow dense on the sea-bed
languidly.

The language barrier reef
cements our sediments, setting
like ash on dry seas,
the drifts rocking
silently.
The language barrier reef.

How happened this language loss,
sight unchanged, lungs drowned
and coral choked, sound swallowed
stealthily?
The language barrier reef.

Heavyweight Champion of the World

When the world's weight gets heavy
drive your Chevy
into a lake.
Inflate a bevy
of rafts and be ready
for the shake-
down. Towns deflate
in the ruddy
summer wastes,
and lake-weeds shedding
clog the levy;
the waters wait
and wilting shards
of Chevy paint
flake off into the stream.

Google Poem #2: My Positive Attributes (Abridged)

THE UNIQ UE ABILITY
TO PERFECTLY
AD APT TO EVERY
NEED WITH BEAUTY
AND STYLE

REALLY
EXCELS AT PR-
OVIDING
FLEXIBLE COMFOR-
T

It's been a while since I've been anywhere near this blog thing. But here I am now! I'm still alive!

^_^

Real poems might be posted someday soon maybe.

The Emergence of Emergen(cy sons)

THe SkY: GRAY GrEEn!
oh, crush me with your foot, fall!
shake it if you've got 'em, autumn!
Sting my eyes with your bling, spring!
Oh, I try so hard to care-a, primavera!
drop the plates like a bum(bl)er, summ(bl)er!
fiber my glass with a splinter, winter!
Seasons;
so many bees on my face
in the spring, so little space
to breathe in the spring.

Google Poem #1: Bad Relationship

Familiar with (and covetous of)
a nice pleasure horse barn,
she quit me
several years ago over my fees.
Was the Earth made to preserve
a few covetous, proud men to live at ease?
And she grows stuff in old things
like sinks and tubs and whatever,
a pit or dry cistern built underground
And every inch of garden ground ... poured of these.

No immoral or impure person or covetous man
had proceeded [sic] them, and soon everyone had to live with
His daily haunts.
I well discern the poultry yard,
the shed, the barn.
"Effeminate, effeminate man,
sissy,
puff;"
It had been a spiteful encounter.

Poem created by googleing random pairs of words and copy and pasting the descriptions of websites in a semi lucid way. This poem features "covetous barn."