hi poesies

Posted: Tuesday, February 23, 2010 | |

I want all my poems to be celebrations;
but some would rather be lackadaisical,
some confused,
others sentimental,
most, though, would simply like to exist
and who am I (who) to act as poetic gendarme?
fuck le moment juste
we are un-learning here



III


One fine February day I was paris-ing
and smoke, ing
in the office courtyard
and the air 
was marshy and mild,
marinated


Suddenly! Seagulls!

QUEL CHANCE


Paris, a winter

beach-sky


V


spending most of our time seeing to be seen;
(scene)
see?

seen to be scene-ing

but are we audacious?
are we
with our naked eyes, lewd
filthy naked
are we
we are
stuck in dainty glooms
priez
crisp
may we be,
maybe we
may we
be
visually arresting, 
and may we be guilty,
and susceptible to contagions
(hey-uh, if she came into the room every man's prick would hit the ceiling)
melange it up
pitter patter pitter POP
burn it burn it burn it HOT
  quel ancestral phobia is this?
  spending most of our time
as 
are we
may we
affect the effect of ____
and a very limited mot-palette we have, 
have we
we, we have,
so we,
we, we, 
we
wee! 

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