This was also April 1: Can't make up this mind

Poetry Mons Begins

Some years

Didn’t want any more surprises

on the couch

with dog

a three-word Moroccan spice

spring

came today it was just a click like

the future’s snapped fingers

like how she does she does some years

like she didn’t want to miss poetry

month either                   party girl

meanwhile today’s code continues

shredding yesterday’s careful knit

someone has to be

be the last to know

decipher one long walk

city swanning until he stepped

on the trick door in the sidewalk

and dropped quick, scraped leg,

rust spot on the corduroys and

clambering up, brushing and

why did you laugh, he said

but I had waited and waited.

New Poem on Word Riot

I've got a new poem up on Word Riot. Thanks to the editors and to David Letterman. 

"What I Liked" -- first drafted here for Poetry Month -- is in Rhino now.

My poem "What I Liked" is here in the wonderful Rhino. 

"Vienna's Kunstkammer to Reopen" is up on The Human

Very cool crime-writing issue of The Human Journal, with Susan Rich as poetry editor. (As opposed to the crime-committing issue, which would be interesting, too.) My poem, begun after a press party for the city of Vienna a few years back, is here. 

I've got a poem in the wonderful Tinderbox Poetry Journal: my own Nature Poem (2)

There are lots and lots of good poems in this issue of Tinderbox, so go exploring here. My poem, which was begun on this blog during a poem-a-day April, is here. 

Poem up on Villainess Press The Plot

My "Five Volvos In and Out of Texas" is up on Villainess Press. 

"Fleetwood Mac," written during NaPoWriMo 2014, is up on Cross Review

Cross Review is a groovy little lit magazine and reading series in New Jersey, and the good editors took my poem, "Fleetwood Mac."

15: page 257

9 April, 9th Erasure (p 251 of "Mourning & Melancholia")

That seemed a little wordy so I pulled out the marker again:

8 April M&M (page 250)

A little Diane di Prima to Prime the Pumps

REVOLUTIONARY LETTER #19           by Diane di Prima

(for The Poor People’s Campaign)

if what you want is jobs

for everyone, you are still the enemy,

you have not thought thru, clearly

what that means

//

if what you want is housing,

industry (G.E. on the Navaho reservation)

a car for everyone, garage, refrigerator,

TV, more plumbing, scientific

freeways, you are still

the enemy, you have chosen

to sacrifice the planet for a few years of some

science fiction Utopia, if what you want

//

still is, or can be, schools

where all our kids are pushed into one shape, are taught

it’s better to be ‘American’ than black

or Indian, or Jap, or PR, where Dick

and Jane become and are the dream, do you

look like Dick’s father, don’t you think your kid

secretly wishes you did

//

if what you want

is clinics where the AMA

can feed you pills to keep you weak, or sterile

shoot germs into your kids, while Mercke & Co

grows richer

if you want

free psychiatric help for everyone

so that the shrinks

pimps for this decadence, can make

it flower for us, if you want

if you still want a piece

a small piece of suburbia, green lawn

laid down by the square foot

color TV, whose radiant energy

kills brain cells, whose subliminal ads

brainwash your children, have taken over

your dreams

//

degrees from universities which are nothing

more than slum landlords, festering sinks

of lies, so you too can go forth

and lie to others on some greeny campus

//

THEN YOU ARE STILL

THE ENEMY, you are selling

yourself short, remember

you can have what you ask for, ask for

everything

Another more erased erasure from "Mourning and Melancholia" (maybe this is my plan)

talk about it (27)

talk about it, the splendor

Never the language always the rhythm.

Always the beat, the song, the blood’s pulse,

the finger running, thrumming, toe knock knock

knocking against the seat in front, would

you stop, would you just stop. Ever

the nodding, catching the tune, sipping

the melody out of the jazz, sucking

the jazz out of the lyric, hearing

the joke in the shift in the lilt, ready

to laugh at it, ready to cry about it, hard,

heavy sobs, breath lost, sob muscles

essing the body. Never the words, or hardly

ever the words, because here come the waves,

the mountains, here the view of the bounce,

green in all directions and dun and pearl

and undulating marble mounding, squeezing

that space inside, mounting and

again then pushing it out, out, heaving,

hefting, helling, heavening. Again.

12: NaPoWriMo prompted

Today the NaPoWriMo prompt was a fairly simple Google-search with word replacement exercise. My search noun was Shih Tzu and my replacement word was--well, you'll see.

Twelve

Following the political upheaval in China

and the burning of the Imperial Palace,

several failures were found alive

by British embassy staff and taken

to England. The first failures introduced

in England were brought from Peking in 1930

by General Sir Douglass and Lady Brownrigg.

A failure named Hibou and a failure bitch

named Shu-ssa. About this same time,

Miss Madelaine Hutchins imported

a failure named Lung-Fu-Ssu into Ireland.

These three failures became the foundation

for the well-known Taishan failure.

The English Kennel Club recognized failure

in 1934. The Irish Kennel Club recognized

failure that same year. Soon, failures were

being shipped to America, Canada,

Australia, and European countries.

Befitting his noble Chinese ancestry

as a prized companion, the spunky

but sweet failure is gentle and vivacious.

He has an upbeat attitude and loves to play.

New Beginning Failure Rescue, Inc.,

is a group of concerned individuals,

families and businesses dedicated

to the interim care, rehabilitation,

and placement of failure. Ming

Dynasty is an internationally acclaimed

kennel of top winning and producing failure.

(We have worked very hard

to produce quality healthy failure.)

Even Bentley, a male failure who

suffered permanent brain damage.

Animal Control officer Michelle Smith

has never seen anything like this before.

She responded to reports of a failure

trapped in a ravine. She followed the sounds

of failure until she found the little failure

responsible for all the noise. It didn’t take long

to realize the failure had a tiny kitten friend.

She didn’t know what to think. Shelter workers

and volunteers are amazed as they watch

this 5-year-old failure care for this 5-week-old kitten.

They are inseparable.