Wednesday, September 17, 2014

2 Poems Written After the First Gulf War


Oceans & Technology

Out here in this country of unending sleep,
I inherit horses in winter
and blowing hands;

above the clouds, and the televisions of L.A.
(where once a blue whore danced on a powdered mask),
a woman is broadcast on air,

a former debutante manipulated by plastic surgeons
and ultimately disposed of by parapsychologists
in the Pentagon.

Out here in the shadow of a paradox,                    
I huddle in wonder, decomposed but undiminished
while a hundred warplanes

fly over toxic foam (oceans and technology),
breast implants found hidden in the hospital gown
of a surrogate mother.



TelePrompTer



HOLD US IN A HUMAN TELECAST

TOP STARS AND BLANK EXITS
WITH TELEVANGELISTS ON SATELLITES

AND UNREMEMBERED HEROES ON BLONDES


THE WATER COMES IN
WE UNDERSTAND

IT HAS COME THROUGH THE WIND AND THE CLOUDS

HOOKERS BY BLEACH
WHITE WIGS AND U.S. WARHEADS

BILLOWING ON BYLINES WORLDWIDE


BLANKET US UNMASKED

X TELEPATHS ON TOPLESS HOUSEBOATS

THIS IS OUR ULTIMATE BUYER

PARACHUTES BY ULTRA LIGHTS
HOLOGRAMS BY FOAM