Bitter Poems

ninety-nine names of God in a hat   choose what you need throw the rest back   take the God without image God without face distort him to service the cause you...

bum feet street-beat wise sunk in banged up shoes previously dumpster swiped lean hobo soled holed haloed covered in foot funk sock stink grime   no blue suede shoes snappy tassel loafers…   gamy high-top sneakers here retro Corso’s weary worn down creased re-knotted raced in hiked trod...

oh memory childhood illusion behind what synapse the aroma of smoldering autumn fire suburban side roads softly gauzed in smoky light children’s saturday voices rising from yards family raked weekend chored to the status...

a bed to sleep in silver from which silk wings rise your hair brushed by a sad angel my body ripped by bloody moths we will touch each other...

I saw you today like yesterday and I howled wolf what if I'd told you we were looking away perhaps in the ground and we made love first I then you never you gave me a cigarette which...

sweltering August afternoon Rene Lazare bare foot, bare chested in a leather smock tied over ragged jeans feverishly manipulates pigments bent over an old barn’s floor mixing tube squeezed oils pressing and...

Broken man, your fists, two blue sphinx curled atop a frayed wool blanket guarding what wastes beneath.   And still, that ruthless countenance remembered from childhood… your brute face eyeing me...

if you don't have air make it up if you don't have words kill yourself with them if you have not lived revive yourself if you don't have...

your silent moments are just uncolored shards (disorder) _________________ tăcerile tale sînt doar cioburi necolorate (dezordini) By PUIU JIPA: disorder (translated by dana neacsu & heath mayhew)

line in the distance where two blues meet define their separate borders sky and sea open spline in the book of life sometimes clouds above white caps below the wind given life by...

Mao attaining... (to buddhahood) Mao you Chairman Buddha now fat cat china cool Tao, your zen red book Great leap forward bone to throw the masses off… seeking you in bullett...

thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum mistaken for operatic crickets trilling lazy resort air as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles bow iguana heads like regal buddhists slowly roaming nirvana crossing thached pagodas unconscious tourists...

Naked Pocahontas cartwheels between sheaves of meadow grass and half truth history Little wanton Matoaka Turns twelve Within the rough-cut walls of sixteen eight Tobacco men of Jamestown elbow through blue smoke pulling on their blackened pipes grin dirty white to see...