FRIENDS!!!
How did you like the Octopus Review #5? Pretty spectacular! And if that weren’t enough, here are some June *Vogons* for your July reading pleasure.
[*Vogon poems* are not real poems or writing. They are just me tuning into the world like a little trans-brother radio.]
[Also, I’ve been too busy to do any new art, sorry.]
**************************VOGONZA***************************
If the air is dead
Can it be buried
?
My need to live in a constant state of culmination
Is a hard need to meet
I’m on my knees
Half the year, such a people pleaser now,
The other half a protester
On a banged up bandwagon
Indoctrinated with compassion &
Sporty masculine boundaries
A gender-solid impasse
I forgot the taste of fried ice cream
South of the Amerikan equator
I recall a humble stroganoff
3.14 snow leopards minced
And simmering to perfection
But those leaks from the grill
Left a rude stain; dog licks
From the patio
I remember taste
Being the sense i was willing to lose
Loss of others disabling
Patterns on the bias
Cutting into my tongue’s radius
0601:0125p
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INSANE in the MEMBRANE
Now that’s not a funny song
About someone else
It’s a sad song about me
All my neuroplasticity
Lives in my knees ,
Builds fish entirely out of
Ocean
No breadcrumbs lead
To shore
No lemon spritz between
Your fin(ger)s
0601:0125
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Rosewater Mister
Clairaudience
Is a firefly—how would it sound
If it spoke aloud?
Like bright hypergraphia
On a frostbitten tongue!
So you mean like a really cold kiss?
Hmm, more like a frozen flagpole
Between you & the fireworks in July
I feel our brotherhood
W/ the brain inside my chest
Your heart?
It’s always been this way. A bloodstorm blows in
From the north & it’s like all the phosphor left your lamp
The optics on that are not good
There’s nothing to see here.
Let’s give them
Something to see!
Keep they’re eyes
Keep there eyes
Keep thaigher eyes
Averted!
A jar full of green flickers will do the trick
If 98% of Amicara is
7 years old.
The Other 2% will clatter down
Fire escapes that match their spines
Step by goat-footed step
0605:1075p
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We’ve been on this journey together
A long time
This is the start of a dreadful love poem
Isn’t it?
No it’s what the fireflies told me —
Have the confidence you had in the last
Millennium
Before this one supposited you,
A gerbil whose catnip perfume wore off
Where were you on Jun 5 1999?
You suggested strip darts
And I was so sure of myself, I accepted
And I removed my jacket & one shoe
While you were plenilunar
In the County Prosecutor’s binoculars
(he was a better neighbor than most)
0605:1075p
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Retinal Lexicon!
When you see something you can’t describe
And you know your friend would really love it
Try the retinal lexicon!
A contact lens that connects to your tongue
Texting anyone else in your network
Wireless, hands-free, sensual
Perceive each other’s otherness
The optics here are good
But the underlying trauma is…a
Devastating lava
So long, self
So long
0605:1100p
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Your blue blood cells
In their padded strictures
Thump
Their anemic wrists in legal bangles
Now trending at the bottom of the ocean
Anchor charms
Lost from your distal bracelet
In the junior concentration camp
Your grandmother wore you
So proudly but now
She’s lost like virginity in junior lowbrow high school
hard school
blood blow
clot knock
dam burst
This neck of the woods twisted
By a garotte
Hands that took the scenic route
Water that died in the hydrant
Four miniature corpses
Dried tomatoes on the border
0615:0900p
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Better Red Than Dead
or
Better Dead Than Red
?
It was the townspeople
Who eventually ripped
A mass suicide from the pages of their HolyBook
It was all they could do
To rapture back on Flight Xyz
Before the homeland sleeps…
Home land?
India.
Heart land?
Indiana.
Cowboy?
Indian.
Racist!
All around misanthrope.
Antelope, OR
the center of the universe
Where the men are silent -n- the women
Control the media w/ their telepathy
And salmonella
(what about The Optics?)
Promise you’re not a spy?
Promise you’re not a leaky pipe?
0615:0950p
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You are so spatial
Now that you’re more than
Archetypal stick figures!
I must park my car one centimeter
At a time with tunnel vision
Concealing my safe space radius
It renders you alone,
Or very low volume
On a hilltop, a guru Dog
Chased by an astronaut’s echo
That sounds so cool, but what
Does it mean, poethead?
It means my dog
Ran up that hill like
Kate Bush on special optics
And howled w/ love at the moon
Earth’s own moon!!!
I’m too old to be very special
87% of Humanitor are VISUAL-thinkers
13% are AUDITORY ;
98% of Humanitor is SPACE-oriented
2% is TIME-oriented
Which piece do you want (what form will you take)?
And do you want whipped cream w/ that
(what substance will fill you)?
0616:0800p
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When needles are the only guns
Imagine how scared all the public speakers
Will be
How the spiders will roll up their webs
And death will carry a yellow lollipop
Sharpened by unborn teenage tongues
Shakespeare & Shelley afraid to
Bear arms, or hold hands
Furtive litbros wormed
On their gothic tryst behind
The language arts building
Then shriveled in the Oxford sun (none)
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Bright baggage in the claim
Carousel of eye colors
Portal to haunted head space
Iris calls home
Something wet touches your hand
You hope it isn’t bliss.
0616:0825p
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But My Mind Has A Mind Of Its Own
The statue of liberty replaced
By a scarab beetle
Holding up its middle human finger
Emerald enamel
coats each wing
Hiding tightly coiled fat-cat feet
The secret is the leather bound leap of
Faith
off
a
Stack of dossiers
Modeling portfolios!
A quilt of photos
Depicting all angles
of Guilt,
even that tiny cleft between earlobe & jawline
Is a dossier waiting to flutter open
A fan who saw you on the runway
Now follows you through the airport
What sells?
The rustiest tools
Back to spitting in tubes
For another round of eugenics?
0617:0900p
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She’s not the first lady
To act passive-aggressive
Remember when Babs Bush pushed past you
To play her records on the jukebox?
(her wedding ring cutting your non-dairy nipples?)
When Nancy Reagan tattoo’d
What Would DKNY Do
On her four-five-sixhead
When Hillary played her country
Music albums backward, hearing
Monica Lewinsky’s footnote
In history sung in T. Swift’s
Virginal vibrato —
the time machine’s tuner set to frequency modules
20 years down the road?
Mrs. O planted Indica in tiered garden boxes
Will Melania make a difference w/ spraypaint @ the wall?
0621:0900p
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Will she??
You’re the witch, you tell us.
Of course she will.
Your tender urchins
Tucked into bed-like boxes
Growing sushi in your garden
it spoils but you still turn a profit
Silver soil under those wire resorts
Aluminum links razor cuffs
Fish on a leash
Your master promises
The tiny spikes
broken off
A mother’s/father’s hip
Collar
Wallet , loosened
Rat feces
Urchin cries…
Missing girls found on non-stop flights
Playing Donnie Darko in 1st class
They have bad new wisdom
0621:0950p
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OYSTAR
Give me urchins
Over avatars
Mean girls over
Duplicitous trolls
Give me now
Over yesterday
But please don’t cut
Yesterday away
Like a cat’s whiskers
0621:0950p
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Parenting the world
Thru poetry
It’s how I talk you out of suicide
When that post-solstice let-down
Kicks in
And there are so many blueberries to pick
So many ice cubes to suck
So many ways for a body to leak
0622:0900p
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There would be a tariff
On the male hygiene supply
If it existed outside Canada
There would be sonic warfare
Between the states
If our guns were revoked
If anyone cared
There would be civil uprising Now!
(& I can see how you’re starting to care)
0622:0900p
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I curl around you
Blueberry-lover
Your pulp memoir includes
The warpage of hi-beams
In alien toddlers’ eyes
Mud you should be called
Not ice
You’re dysentery
You infect wounds
But you’re a contagion of laws
0622:0925p
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Ashes to ashes
Mint to mint
Try to reduce your cartoon footprint…[??]
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CLOCK BLOKE
Why do you always see the NEG?
Why can’t you focus on the POS?
Because they’re inextricably woven—
remember those optical illusions
that were all the rage in ’94?
Magic Eye
Jacksonian Pollack-snarls
that suddenly lifted into
cohesive lines & shapes
If you stared long enough…
If you’d just relax….
I could never get the lines & shapes
Undressed w/ my eyes
No matter how I relaxed or squinted or smized or drank
I couldn’t coax the positive-rational-beautiful
From the negative-chaotic-frightening
You’re surprised!
Space is the ‘what’
Time is the ‘when-where-how-why’
I’m not so concerned about WHAT
I’m doing
As WHEN I do it
That is timing (everything)
To the color-deaf
off-red
decaf-fast
subtle-savage
0626:0900p
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Lib’rul Mums Hate Thur Bay-behs
The pharmacy
Is not for the feint of
(any organ
not covered by
Inzurence)
The doctor’s office, so private! So hush-hush
Your body, your chart
doc-blocked from anyone’s view
But @ the pharmacy
All your numerology
On display
All your head contents
laid on the counter
like cosmetics & candy bars
Heavy industrial beauty supplies, Ma’am
Your testosterone won’t be available
Till Thursday
I’m sorry, Miss, but I won’t
Supply this abortion
Pill your doctor
Ordered like some elitist liberal potlord
Indoctrinated by classist Ivy League propaganda
The endless dialogue flares up again
Silver-haired satan
Speaking through angelic lungs & orifixes
The cries of a perfectly modified infant
Clock-blocked by genetical correctness
0626:0900p
[SCOTUS = not my patronus
My exitmusic begins
After this lick of ice
Cream]
