Month: March 2009

Lovely Human

I am not an Exoskeleton.

Prancing as if I am a prancer
Sallow with great desire
I am not an exoskeleton
Replicate me as I am should be

Love makes me wander
Walking around the corn
Finding hidden holes

Is love only for Mexicans?

My Lap

Love me like an intriguing notion
Love me velvet-creepily
Search my sour turmoil…
Have I now be your sour mate?

My lap…
I try to write you down my frantic annotations
into the bottom of honey ‘till there’s no more travesty
This love letter shall remind me
Love fabricates (fellates) us this far and it should be!
Well, I edit out the best of you
to see you receding always…

Ovaltine Love Feeling
or
The Beauty of Love

The beauty of love that I feel in mimic of eyes’ slippage
Into the “cubistic environment” of my soul
As if my body ripped the experienced chaos of everyday life
By the deepest of love’s neglected child.

Understanding love as a more fundamental set of dualisms
Translate life into a visual corollary of a word trap:
A perfect feeling like an echo chamber.
There’s nothing impossible: I work with ephemera.
I walk with passion, oar buckets, shovels, etc.
Try to stand with the power of love and artichoke suppers.

Have you waiting for my damn thing or my big star-studded names?
And say love words in language as a damnation of human sensibility into the blinder mouths of politicans?

The legendary John Giorno reads his poem, “It Doesn’t Get Better” at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City on 2/28/09.

High art and low art are pals. I guess I’ve always found that in art but now, this has helped me to find it in my reality, that the world full of TV and come-downs and stresses and tests, is all part of the beauty. It mustn’t be chained away some place, it mustn’t be victimized, it mustn’t be labeled as diseased, it mustn’t be cured with a pill. It must be first embraced, as much as it embraces us.