Wednesday, July 4, 2018

June VOGON Jibberish

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

********

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

******

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

*********

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

********

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

********

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

********

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

*********

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)
  ****
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


*********

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

*********

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

*********

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


**********

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

*********

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

********

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

********

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

********

Ashes to ashes
      Mint to mint
         Try to reduce your cartoon footprint…[??]

********

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

********

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]

1 comment:

  1. WoW! That was a Vogon romp ride. After my Summer vacation recharge a fresh batch of Vogon Poems is just what I needed. All tied loosely with bits of our life, the world and everything mixed with your vogon sencimilia.

    Looking forward to new artwork in the coming months.

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