|
2 • 9
for
Kaia
0
a geography of
possibility
unphotographable as she
a skeleton being more
than bones
to we cannot but be
chapter & verse of
it all
vagrant of ought on the
skeleton of is
[to cannot but be within]
[to cannot but be among]
winks upon winks upon
rift elixir
sorcery
still
water a candle
•
enormous
mathematical emancipation
a kiss for the forgone
evermore
silhouette
soliloquy hex
fiduciarily bereft
crush-puppet
salient
conifer
errata
haphazardly
stratificatory if you will
rhapsody
shrapnel howl
relevant loot & a
role model or two
unphysical
misfire skeleton
rocking her
post-smokestack economy to sleep
9
Krupskaya said yes too
widow of the widowed
windswept slogan &
etiquette asunder
interminable because
unterminable
[the upshot of the
downside]
[the inverse of the
outset]
kidnapped apostrophe
never to have been once
but we
then
&
now & then
the tenantry of
security
the
unformalizable exactitude of common sense as logic’s day job sat
uncomfortably in the record of the wreckage pondering the Grail of
Greenspan when suddenly a well-known statistical methodologist said go
forth & copy all this down in your pure-breed stud book, lackey,
& dare not write president as apparatchik, but truly appreciate the
virtue of adversity, the sway of praise, the beacon of freedom. People
will tell you things that are not true from time to time & from
time
to time people will tell you things that are not true. President as
apparatchik. The mayhem of flowers. Your very own Alan Greenspan
blow-up
doll. Desolate docks. Nice kids in trouble with the police. The natural
law of interest rates. The calculus of concession. The condition of
concision. The accepted way of accepting impedimenta. The who what when
where model of the retaliatory, of the we didn’t do it, of the nope not
us. People will tell you things. I hate that guy, right? Feeling kind
of
wildcat tonight. President as apparatchik. The freedom to bleed. The
religiosity of force. People will tell you things. Metronoming we to I
& I to we. Fear not the tenantry of security. People will tell you
things. I hate that guy, right?
|
Untitled, or “Tilt”
Foreshadow the stones
asleep in your eyes
with precision collision
delusion collusion,
a paramilitary of
plastic santas blinking away
at the manger like the
difference between a carafe
& a jug, a re-routed
memo to the contrary & the vice
president of the Calvert
Cliffs Nuclear Power Plant [Pete Katz,
Yessiree!]
who says We hope that
you enjoy the beautiful views found within the
more
than 2,000 acres that is
home to the Calvert Cliffs Nuclear Power Plant.
Dear lumpen lumpen
lumpen neighbor neighbor neighbor,
won’t you be my best
Union Carbide friend?
My jilted je t’adore?
I said science &
technology you bubonic whippersnapper!
Who put their Hudson
River in my General Electric?
And now it’s time for
our graphic backhand
lost on the horizon of
Market Street. Nixon called
this “tilt.” Where’s a
crotchety junta when you really need it? We hope
that you enjoy the
beautiful views found within the more than 2,000
acres that is home to the
Calvert Cliffs Nuclear
Power Plant. I hate to admit it, but this ain’t
Philadelphia
no more. The people of
Paris celebrated Mumia Abu-Jamal Day. Skittish
frippery crippling my
crippling amount of free time. Hello there Mr.
Custom’s Officer!
Just a chip of the ole
multilateral transatlantic establishment.
Just sharing my
prejudices with a nationwide audience. Sayonara
Kyoto! Easy there,
Peppy. Indexed for instant use. “Take, say, U.S.
history.”
|
JULES
BOYKOFF co-edits the tangent, a zine of politics and art and co-hosts tangentradio,
a weekly radio show on poetry and politics. He is the author of the
multi-media poetry chapbook "Philosophical Investigations Inna Neo-Con
Roots-Dub Styley" (Interrupting Cow Press, 2004), and his work has
recently appeared or is forthcoming in: Tripwire, Tool: A Magazine,
XCP:
Cross Cultural Poetics, Labor History, Extra!, Blue Moon, and the
inaugural issue of Socialist Studies
|