Kit Kelen #1402 - in poetry pretending

1402

in poetry pretending

that you are here with me my love

and all the generations

for instance that there’s money in it

words mouth to mouth passed down

pretending to prose at home

tell a story

cosy

coo

under your bushel hiding a rhyme

that someone sees my shining crown

these are my friends

posture of class

no gum trees here

still kangariddles

wallabeasts

a forest of dropbears

devil may

all city grit

home terrors

to have made me mean

to run the ragged

limbs let loose

no, more like

look up in the air

is it…?

imagine the poet inside

this submarine

no subterren

boring away

like a Hamlet ghost

and ‘swear!’

I was here for a good time

bright as the rain

smoke in the air must signify

all territories tightly held

take up my brush and stone

as ancients always ink

or clatter in the keys

and see the futures shining so

in poetry pretending

to have always been here

or that one day you’ll say

a cock crows in it somewhere

I have seen the cows come home

I do all the marvelling

clammy with the fear

and touch, lust long for it

as wet as hard as at it then

in poetry pretending

a feat of strength, complexity

can you lift this one?

is it over your head?

always ever so tending to truth

who wins this prize?

we’re close

pretending that we sing

and are a chorus

a poem tells its day will come

when everybody knows

still it falls into the cracks

just so you’ll climb the walls

coffined with the ant – no air

is this the way we’ll go

but no!

I come from the microscope estates

and message bottle sea

all of it above and beyond

against all facts

a life well spent

nor are we in the bottle here

but blot the copybook

crossings out

pretending a thousand words to the picture

be the menagerie as it may

to have made mean

to run the shop

over hills and far away

all once upon till time and times

it’s in so many poems no one can breathe

come for the villains

and loved by the righteous just

drill down

the gutter leaks

a tile comes loose

always work to do

and bibles of us smitten, smite

it is the most essential thing

pretending, I mean

a bettered world

and bettering

in poetry pretending

someone’s reading here 

KA Rees #36 - Light traps

Light traps

The black outside lit by pencils of sodium lamps

hanging like heavy moons in half the sky.

The desk lamp flickers and the computer glows

coldly, moths kiss against the glass their dusty limbs

leaving an imprint of scales—lepidoptera.

The fingerprints of children smudged onto the glass,

their hotness breathing out and in like the Minotaur in his maze

trapped by Daedalus & Son by design. The moths navigate

to their false moons in a slow spiral, a dance of hopelessness

and longing, just as Icarus soared towards the sun until

heat scored him and he fell—a spiral to the ocean.

Kit Kelen #1401 - at the auction

1401

at the auction

 a piece of waste ground

whereon the numbers cannot try the cause

                         – Hamlet, or I misremember

put on a fresh shirt to bid

make up numbers no one’s heard before

will never hear again

how old is this place

with no car space?

how many beans in the jar?

adrenalin pumps

it’s something and one

said just for fun

oh and oh for the dice’ next throw

the script has

termites

no kitchen

falling walls

plumbing never quite paid for

who’ll meet me at 643?

do we get in the door at 644?

if the increment fits

and starts

do I hold up

how many paws, paddles?

why can’t we live together?
wasn’t that soul?

count backwards

that will get ’em riled

play for the zero sum

and where it trends nobody knows

egg on

with confidence and zeal

this beast

and so many magic beans

will reach the heavens yet

mind of the hive says something and five

be breathless

don’t wait

a next fresh number ends in nine

fresh paint and the multitude sins

will this hovel yet be mine?

so solemn po

the auctioneer

all the good ones go to heaven

and all our sixes now are sevens

like in the waiting room

and everyone wants the job

so we interview each other

still not too late at eighty eight

who has the baton?

it’s  housie, is it?

you say bingo

once twice

three times the spell

that hammer is only my heart 

Rob Schackne #1021 - There Will Be Noise

There Will Be Noise

Here too
antecedent winds
dry the land
for weeks
before the season
that smoulders
in record books
turn turn turn
the end of time
or just tomorrow
is it the song
you sing to
sing no more for
anything yes
a time to break down

Kerri Shying R # 586 - kitchen in Gimptopia

kitchen in gimptopia


if you're to eat
tonight    break

motion  into
tight  gestures

each takes a jolt
gives a wince back

of pain     the dishes
in the sink     disposed

ingredients assembled
use the step with high
handle      bear in mind     the fall

that left you cast-bound  for five months
unable so much as      open a tin

peel and slice with
ergonomic tools   use
the stool      standing will
wear you out

cook
and here's the rub
        estimate your propensity
to pass out
        or you will wake
to baked  coals
     whatever

all ashes and
    a smoke alarm

unfed

KA Rees #35 - Nobody asleep

Nobody asleep

Lorca dreamed of the Grenadian sun

he walked shapes of afternoons

Under the cathedral wall

bells chimed out the length of day. 

 

Squares full with people

smoking and talking 
 

he saw desire stencilled

in trunks of cypress.

Down long alleys stretched

like arms he wove 
 

gypsy music round shoulders

and walked in small strides 
 

toward bars del barrios

as one with the air of the Sierra Nevada.

In the setting chill of evening

were nights of music and dancing

and waiting in corners curled with smoke.

Nobody is asleep on this earth.

Rob Schackne #1020 - Spring Wind

Spring Wind

                           h/t KA Rees

OK to be
a kite today
a big white sail
close your eyes
an airborne allergen
kicking high with
the imp of sneezes
it's a lucky country
the page was full
my computer crashed
I know I know
I should let it go
how do you thank her
it's out of order
till further notice
I see it written
on the toilet wall
Ern Malley is a Wanker

Jeffree Skewes #128 Standing protest

First to arrive
never quite leaving
some find places
others turn-up
carefully planned
attended to whom
where it most counted

out of respect
the many it takes
welcome to be here onside
carefully choose
where on the rug
to sit finally down

before dawn
salute the sun
work quietly begin the hum
all-day it has to be done
strategies shared focused
until it grows dark / till it's all done

banners flags posters placards
catch-phrases scripted fresh
by hand vital and peaceful
hold on people get ready
each day's a living worshop
outside studio in the shade

when d day comes could be sudden
all forces unite destinies strong
no one left out - each one
a song chanting starts
what do we want
when do we want it

gradually convoys and towers are built
carnival flags colours and spirits unfurl
power to the people / right about now
everybody knows uncle Lenny was right
there were so many people
you just had to meet
without your cloths

something else speaks
lines in the sand
with / against forces collide
that's how it goes
that's the way it is
standing protest




#everybodyknows
#leonardcohenlive

Kit Kelen #1400 - in my dream again

1400

in my dream again

the Prime Minister                 

is making a speech

from a lake, from a a pond

from a pool of tears

stands imploring

as a statue

he is saying the blame

all weep

I am heckling him

what do I mouth?

the tear flood grows

all know this is how

the drought will end

big bear in my moods I am

and what did I say?

must be I am here to haunt

be afraid

so no one can see me

and what does that make?

a spell it must be I cast

the Prime Monster

he is a water feature

cenotaph weep-along this is

the great dictator

is ice cream’s own emperor

the Drought himself

he is crocodile embroidered

holds his own balls out to us

it takes both hands and he squeezes

every boy feels his pain

hard for a crocodile these days

the tear flood grows

all know this is how

the drought will end

what wonderful things I say

if only I could remember

but they are all with him

I said

‘things catch up with us’

what else?

it must be a spell I cast

over myself

somebody sneezes, winks

all yawn

everyone’s waking up now  

my words are all the difference then

it’s a better world we make

KA Rees #34 - Ern Malley's computer

Ern Malley's computer 

 

Found in possession of a number of poems - authorship disputed

I have collected porn and filed it under 'obscene'

For your viewing pleasure.

I have opened windows and opened again

To watch the crash –

Data washing against

Your gleaming pixelated shore.

I scream – the helix harbinger blistering

Your monitor. I dial modem wise

The Casio numbered sequence

Of your answer in zeros and ones.

I wait for the Penguin to come.

Rob Schackne #1019 - Go Ahead

Go Ahead

                            Purple haze all in my brain
                            Lately things they don't seem the same
                            Acting funny, but I don't know why
                            Excuse me while I kiss the sky...

                                  Jimi Hendrix (1967)

The calibrations
how high we go
young grasshopper
a bee conference
in the wind
a consensus
for the end of time
excuse me
acting funny
go ahead
give it space
magpie logic
wallaby metaphysics
possum caring
the critters say give us
the description
nothing is the same
where's the sky
what will it do
to the night