Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Over on the Absolute Write forum (where I was named poet laureate recently; thanks AW!), I've started a new poetry project. Like William Haskins' amazingly influential and riveting Blue Rock project, The Gunfighter Hollis Brown Poetry Project looks to build mythology of a fictional Western figure named Hollis Brown. There are some tacit rules, but mostly, I'm looking to get some new people involved in poetry.
Is that you? If so, click here and contribute something in whatever poetic form you choose. You'll need to register on the AW forum first, but I recommend that anyway if enjoy or want to learn anything about writing of any kind (and I mean any kind, from novels to cook books).
Help me create Hollis Brown and help yourself to writing and reading some great poetry
No Comments »
Recently, the Absolute Write forum folk named me the forum's Poet Laureate. It's a three month stint and runs from now until June 15. It's an exciting honor. There's a lot of poetry submitted for critque to the forum and the forum is an active supporter of all things poetry.
As part of the naming, the AW forum asked me 20 questions about the how's and why's of why I write poetry. I've copied and pasted these below, but you can also link directly to the post here. In any case, some answers might surprise you. Others won't. Hopefully, I didn't bury myself under the weight of my own hyperbole.
But before you get to that, this is a great time to plug my poetry book "Vibrating Moonlight" available at LuLu.com. The person who sends me over 100 copies sold gets a free coffee mug. And now, them questions.
No Comments »
April 12, 2008 | Poetry
That memory of me you have
is your awe
when I created
Robert Plant,
the Sea of Tranquility,
and the clitoris;
Instead you wake,
and watch
as I push the weight of space
back
further and farther
and realize
that you created me
of hubris and control
of fantasy and need
of governance;
No Comments »
March 26, 2008 | Poetry
i.
Awash in lava, Satan rose
the devil's will he would impose;
With hooves and claws and smoky charm;
approached young prefect so disarmed
In baratone and caustic phrase
bathed shy holy man in praise
smothering with evil heat
Satan did so take a seat;
Rapping jaundiced nails so
Prince of Darkness' words did flow.
ii.
"Eons pass and I grow bored
and wish sweet covenant with my lord
End this aching, spinning fall!
Face the light! I feel the call!
Demons, shadows, wyverns, ghouls
these minions mine just petty fools;
Pray tell me priest how I ascend
let God give me more glorious end;
My underworld is overstayed
and even devil's nerves do fray.
iii.
"Crawl forth shall I, then so wait?
Rattling St. Peter's gates?
Drink the river Styx bone dry
and piss a holy water rye?
Or cram me inside velvet box
confess until you passed of shock?
Of slaughtered nuns, of batallion's greed
of collegiate lust, of long-spilled seed?
As molten hardens, my pennance waits;
Now, may I stride through pearly gates?"
No Comments »
March 19, 2008 | Poetry
Propped up the layer of gray
held by Blue Ridge majesty
Eastern Seaboard's spine tickled,
bounce two fleas on holiday
Hidden amongst the sightless,
bounding about, looking for food;
"gobble this minty montage,"
as out of place here as
Roy Rogers in Paris
Through stone tunnel's shelter
into 200-count mashings
stuffed inside, eyes wide
having more than just expectations
split into two
Egregious hours hopping
Raven and chocolate delights madly kissed
circus time as bodies swelter
minutes tick as swift passing sparrows
constantly burrows in and out
of soft flesh's pleasures
Yet still, this French Broad escape
yields fleas first flowers, gushed
the first few drops of lives linked
by 26s, 40s, 75s
and Blue Ridge majesty’s
still wet wonders
No Comments »
January 22, 2008 | Poetry
God's Aria
God's aria exploded along
googols of spiraled galactic axons,
expounding Her final lament;
Inhaling worlds in voluminous black holes
and sparking supernovas
that popped like flashbulbs
over Piccadilly Circus panic.
But in the last fleeting moments
before Her superheated rapture
made the Blue Marble
nothing more than SETI noise
and a chaotic scattering of quarks,
sending her Son, the Saints and
Sistine visions of Hell as placeholders ...
God opened her Vulgate,
paused Her universal orchestrations,
and awaited the Vitruvian Man's explanation
of this unsettled business
in Her bloodied Canaan
while tendrils of lightning
stroked Streets of Jerusalem.
No Comments »
December 31, 2007 | Poetry
Confessional
In the darkened velvet box
two halves an Earthly whole;
I'll play the part of sinner
you'll play the other role
An intermediary
historically roughshod;
A holy three-card monte
so-called facade of God
No Comments »
the consequences of the cat
These are
the consequences of the cat
Misspent lives of nine
clawing home life from the fringes
away from dirty litter
These are
the remnants of a Samurai’s dignity
Shark-bitten edges on hardened Japanese steel
Unsaddled foot soldier trade’s defeated
More warriors stripped of manhood’s promises
This is
the solution for an opera star’s last days
Disingenuous as a cocktail party’s last drink
Guarded contacts mantled by wet hair dye and velvet;
Opera seria wheezed through Macanudo cigars
These are
the remedies of an alchemist failing in filling Fort Knox
Leaded nightmares and brain-damaged offspring
Coaxing feigned happiness from the anomalies
Of whispered urban rumor
But this
is a requiem for me
the consequences, remnants, remedies and solutions
spent thinking about cats, Samurai, opera and gold
now crushed by reality’s swinging hammer
No Comments »
