Archive for July, 2010

The Bitch is Talking by Debbie Kirk

Posted in Debbie Kirk with tags on July 8, 2010 by Scot

Lately, I’ve been struggling with my own
Masculinity

I spend time wondering if the
Excess
Or absence
Of a chromosome
Can make me think
That I’m entitled to Ben and Jerry’s at 3 in the morning
And I’m too high to drive
Don’t you love me?

People often describe me as “blunt”
Which is just a less ugly way to say bitch

Where most people avoid confrontations
At all costs
I seek them out
As I love to look into hell
And exorcise one more demon

I push the envelope
My luck
And my partner into an early
5150

And my fucking temper
Addicted to Rageamahol
Waking up
Praying for a fight

And then when I’m riding on the bus
I remember it’s only in my head

I never felt comfortable wearing a dress
Every since puberty when my whiskey breathe
Stepdad
Helped himself

Yet people also see something feminine in me
That I don’t see

My own mockingbird
Singing black and blue

And I’d prefer to just be called
Genderless
Or invisible

But the sun is sitting on my balcony now
Offering one last look

But in this real world
The sun wouldn’t hang ‘round me
And
I’m pretty sure this all started
From looking into the sun anyway….

The Oil Spill Poems

Posted in Uncategorized on July 5, 2010 by Scot

Featuring the work of Charles Plymell, Rebecca Schumejda, Alan Catlin, Russell Streur, Hugh Fox, J.L. Cloyd, Michelle Pond, Sharon Warden, and Eric Burke.

The Spill by Rebecca Schumejda

Posted in Rebecca Schumejda with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

She is transitioning
from nipple
to bottle
from sippy cup
to straw.
My two-year-old
at the kitchen table
recklessly pulls
straw from cup.
Milk trapped inside
flows onto the table,
drips over the edge,
onto the tiled floor.

Over a mile under
the Gulf of Mexico,
an industrial vacuum cleaner,
without a collection bag,
has been gushing oil for weeks.
On the radio,
a reporter discusses
the complexity
of taking responsibility
as I hand my daughter
a damp towel
and ask her
to clean up
her own mess.

CRACK HEADS, CEO’s & OIL SPILLS 1983-2010 by Charles Plymell

Posted in charles plymell with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

Einstein, our modern oracle
spoke in equations rhetorical.                         
Since him, the nuclear claw
dredged life from sacred maw.

(The Indian lands out west included sacred ground
dug with giant machinery and flattened. Contracts
given to Interior Dept. politician buddies)

Ray Charles knew inside that scene
when earth turns faster, everything leans.
prisoners of earth have the sunflower brain
yearning for the seed echoed in brain.

(Ray Charles fixed his own plane though blind;
sunflowers lean towards sun like his soul rhythm)

Little Richard rose through hot sauce and digs
the Rosey Finger’d Dawn and sticky finger ribs.        
He demanded that the rhythm feed his soul
’til sirens outside his window let his mind go.

(I grew up in the days he was flipping hamburgers
in southern ghettos until he became the Black Angel
genius of his day. There are no imitations.)


George Jones drank up the light that shines

in hotel develed mirror pieces into his mind.          .

He probably never knew what Emerson bade;        .
“There is a crack in everything God has made.”

(He was novelty country singer in my day when I said
one of his torch songs was best ever in country music..
Sure ’nuff PBS has special honoring him and song voted
best.I still have his old LP with his face reflected in cracked mirror)

Lewis Thomas implied we might only be..uh,          
byproducts of photosynthesis and mitochondria.
Bruno was burned at the stake for much less,           
but we have our God to save us from this mess.

(My main influence L.T. was anthropologist/poet concerned
with things like origin of life. Bruno was killed for challenging
Church by teaching heliocentric theory center of universe.
Same arguments today, .e.g. Creationist vs Evolutionist)

James Watt, a brain by itself, removed no less           
from unnatural machines of unknown purposes;               
he’d leave a scene of genetic accident forsaken
and save his skin while more beast are taken.

(A robotic yes man Interior Secretary who liked to rape
resources to make his cronies rich, the kind who shoot
animals from helicopters. etc.)

Reagan knows that ticks reach for warm blood
while baby boomers jog in exhausts of Firebirds.
He wants the old films re-run because he’s an actor
He’s have Science study Freedom as a risk factor.

Weinberger wants war no matter when where or cost
A yes man for MacArthur,the GI’s knowledge now lost.
Three mercenaries of death made rich by our fall
program the unclean spirits designed to kill us all.

(Blood on his hands like McNamera/Viet Nam
During WW2 the sodiers knew he kissed pompuos
Gen MacArthur’s ass and became war advisor  to
continue wars for arm sales, looting oil, etc,using
propaganda of “defense.”)

Futuring by Hugh Fox

Posted in Hugh Fox with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

Empty out the earth,
balanced weightwise between
solarity and outer nothingness
(until we find another sun), laptop
library, books?, walking down the
text-messaging dog-walk streets,
turning my living room into Iraq,
Chicago, wrestling time, and
keep looking at those (billions)
stocks as long as they are
(no touch with real realities)
still stockable.

Deep Water Horizon by Alan Catlin

Posted in Alan Catlin with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

A red fire ball
where metal meets
The Gulf; a black
trail of smoke after

THE DEAD TIDE by Russell Streur

Posted in Russell Streur with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

The dead tide
Washes ashore
In poison hues
Of methane and petroleum

Rainbows on the water
In fatal colors
Of a new deluge
That does not fall for forty days

From the wrathful sky
Of a jealous god
But rises now forever
From a deeper wound

No patriarch can escape
By cubit measurement
And faithful carpentry
Instead to write the third of testaments:

Wasted northern spotted owl
Wasted woodland caribou
Wasted Andrew’s frigate bird
Wasted Concho water snake

Wasted Indiana bat
Wasted sand gazelle
Wasted Arizona trout
Wasted salt marsh harvest mouse

Wasted clouded leopard
Wasted black necked crane
Wasted Steller’s eider
Wasted Persian fallow deer

Wasted dappled mountain robin
Wasted western snowy plover
Wasted fox in San Joaquin
Wasted shrew in Dismal Swamp

Go tell it Raven on the mount of piety
Where salvation used to be–
Noah’s Ark
Is sinking in the sea.

.

For My Wife By J.L. Cloyd

Posted in J.L. Cloyd with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

Though we grow old
Though we grow fat
Though we grow dull

From the unique ennui
One experiences in
The inane vacuum of
The everyday in
Small town America

I think that it’s the things
That you say that keeps me
So enamored with you…
So alive…
Your wicked sense of humor…

For instance…
A few weeks ago
We were watching tv

An advertisement came on…

“Losing it with Jillian
What the hell is that about?” I conjecture

And you said
“It’s Jillian deflowering
Fat virgins”…

And so

A vision of Jillian
Aggressively
Straddling some giant greasy guy
Sweating mayonnaise
Flashed through my mind

That night we laughed
And we slept
And the next day
We changed the little girl’s diapers
Fed her
And went to work
And blah blah blah…

And then a week or two later
The news broke…

NPR was reporting that the
Dome was a complete failure
And the gulf coast was still gushing…
Ejaculating oil on the face of nature…

You said
“Know what I think?
I think now that this has happened
They’ll be saying
That we can’t stop now
The damage is done…
It’s like a virgin that gets raped
And then becomes a prostitute…
Everybody wins”

I laugh
And awkwardly add

“Yah… it’s like she performs an important
Service for the community…”

And we laugh
The laughter of the sad
And my gnarled soul
Opens up…
Unclenches and
Falls to the
Floor
With
A thud
Like a
Heavy
Pistol

Found Poem by Eric Burke

Posted in Eric Burke with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

Truth more malleable than gold,
we live in El Dorado.

Black jungle all around,
but the gleaming in our heart.

Grease Lightning By Michelle Pond

Posted in Michelle Pond with tags on July 5, 2010 by Scot

This bolt from the blue
gushed up from the sea
instead of dropping down from the sky.
It didn’t strike a single object,
but oozed indiscriminately,
destroying wetlands, wildlife
and workplaces of the water.
Worst of all,
it wasn’t over in a flash.