WISSENSCHAFTWASSER

We always forget the air traps a little shit
Your sidewalks stagnate without it, and the pit,
sparky and new,
is ancient with soggy sphincters squirting it.

What brown trickles, what blackness--yoinks! how bad
your miserly heavens! And where's yr cheap satanic
core of iron,
damping with dry cloves and turmeric?

We two, dumb-dumb, stay put. Just the once we smell
our feet shrink scientifically, then at dawn
I tossed to you
None of the stay-put heavens. I was brown.

Nah, I was tickled. My blabbering toes smart,
the sidewalks expunge me, flavor me incompletely...
Yet I return
One Dummy floating, so damp and heavenly!

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177244

FLIPPING THE BIRD, NIGHT TIME

Every night they loiter near your pleasure,
standing behind the locals, releasing every local's
toes okay? Currently doing or having done.

Nothing near you isn't quiet. Nothing near you isn't
quiet nor oatmeal, pin nor naptime, every
two of your children under our feet.

No one is tearing a suitback, razoring
brand-new denim, biting the hood of a car,
smashing those ideas exhibiting fixity.

No-one is accomplishing sneezes no-place,
lacking single pepperpots near tissues
lacking sawdust, electric static, nose-harps.

Some dude and his daughter ignore the hangglider.
A stock analyst forgets the fixed earth.
The pornographer thinks: remove your anklets. Stop.

You just missed the locals' ideas, ideas
concave and rough, blabbered or blogged,
ideas whazzat? What'd he say?

You parallel football fields and plains, erase
the way of no-one and the locals, who just thought
you wanted to taste the local main course.

You forgot there's nothing worse on the football field.
They want to lose that person for which danger
skips away like the great visual hooferrah.

Obfuscate this: some get born at night.
Sneeze toward places, the unborn left us there,
which uninstalled shoe cleats, lowered the flags,

smothered the polystyrene and the arugula, broke
tile after tile the dingy floors
you'd never slop and then rest outside of .

Flip the bird for complacence, flip the bird nightly.
Flip the bird for some computer printout,
the duh, I'm stupid at chemistry labs.

No one dies by "Aim for the highest"
Locals say "First honesty, then industry,
then concentration." Who said the weakest deed was hate?

Hate next to divorce, work buddies, communists,
hate obscuring the shrinking asphalt of night
hate with desire to sign-on with compliments.

Yesterday's dull fizz, that summer dirt
no idea wont break, no paragraph stopped.
Near the center, smack dab in the middle,

flip the bird, crawling backwards from the night.



http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20545

UNDER A GENTLEMAN'S TYPOGRAPHY

His odd circles, his wobbling digestion hides;
sloppy as his cumberbund, fuzzy as his chin;
weak as his warrants, difficult as dishwater;
Wrong though enchained, explosive and dark:
but different neurons, beneath his stray keypad
do feel out his habits, nor his wingspan led right.

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/barbauld/1773/1773-lady.html

Behold! I've Brought You a Man!

The condo, the bush
a ditch for us
the vastness of a highway.
You'll speak all places
the poor embrace
and scrim their streetlight ray.

http://bartelby.com/104/97.html

Weapon of the Dwarves!

Weapon of the Dwarves! Big Trumpet! Once
You reconciled the tangle of their notes
Dissembled through the tablature of dopes
And dropped those little guys in arrogance!
Did Trump, then, set the perfect ambiance
To repel Ivanka? And those tasteful tropes
Steinbrenner strung; so now we mope
All mellifluous as Springsteen looks askance?
Yes. And I hear the presidential master
Lost to nature, and to the lawman’s cork—
While hundreds fed and stroked through the disaster,
And the women there forgot to use their forks!
We'll never stay the Yankee-master’s shouts;
Expensive seats have stripped him of a rout!

http://www.sonnets.org/elliott.htm#030

Erasure Erasers

ERASURE ERASERS

Adama Adversus Tiberius

Spent to all nastiness this year begins in lying.
Will do: build trust by weeping, listen to the trickle.
Prose, in fidelity to yelling, terrible if incorrectly.
Adama's foot takes to deliberate hatred
Though the young journalist mugs: play is life.


http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=763

Rochester's Heart

Rochester's heart lost my heart not yours--my heart has skipped across both lanes toward your heart, beyond which one swims across either; your heart or mine.

http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=692

Puddles

Thither them, not them, not this people, the last.
Not the last and more flashlights: none came this morning.
Rescind nights because Rochester never paid in full.
Return to work missed his letter the nights rarely bring dinner to Rochester.
Meanwhile, losing license our airspace.
With them add slippers she forgets the nights.

http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=655

The Fukuyaman Prophecy

The creep of clerks, serving in essence a thick puree;
circling unhappily, like an interest-rate hike of 30%.

http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=631

LISTEN UP!

Early winter here in your gallbladder.
Stamps dropped on the ground
just yesterday, before
your tamed spleen and you
got it together,
stuck like petals this morning
against the battered curb.

Your gallbladder turns
as the carhorn bleats.

Indoors that night
over the spotted formica table
wadding up phonebills
you rose, as the telephone,
high overhead,
melted in the surprise housefire.
Suddenly you seemed to became old,
bored by the murky smoke--
the jittery light rolling
from behind the stove.
Wherefore this smell of gas?
Boring, boring, boring.
In the absence, you stood there
stiff, outside the worried choice.
Two minutes maybe,
it went on.

Then you stepped outside your front door,
stopped the brand new chevy,
and let his car tires squeal:
Jerk, you'd better forget
the house I just left! Listen up!
Forget you ever saw this!

http://www.poems.com/touchkun.htm