the catalonian review

 

Threatening Poem

 

I will put fire

On your eyes.

 

 

2

 

Looking for You

 

Not sleeping at 5 a.m.

Is a pleasure.

Not sleeping

At 6 a.m. is no

Different.

I rode into town

Wearing a golden fleece

And could not find you there

You were not in the ocean

Not in the garden

Not in an echo

Not in the Chadwicks’

Not in a fable

Not at the bar

So where were you then! You of all people!

Why was I looking for you

And so expressly you!

You were

Not in the arcade

Not on the veranda

Not in Zen Buddhism

And I was not on my horse

You were on the bus

I felt as though

I was your

Guardian

Did you know

That Cervantes had coursing hounds?

He had a whole stable

And one of them was called

String Theory

A terrific name!

 

 

3

 

You Stupid Florida

 

A city slicker walked

Into a bar looking

For an accordion.

Is that a marathon?

You know it is, you kindred lug.

 

But come on in for a drink, then

The drill’s about railing.

So along came a spider

For whatever it’s worth.

 

 

4

 

Thinking of New York

 

You are a blushing beauty

How fair, and Honey
O I love dazzling poodles

And miscarriage!

 

 

5

 

One Act Play

 

I kind of like devouring

Children. Do you find

That earthworms are viable?

Some found it in earnest,

Others, beyond reproach.

 

 

6

 

The Exciting Host

 

I ate from an invisible bowl

Of cereal and worked at Taco Bell

At the same time.

Those were the days, when our chests caved in

And we sang together like Spanish Stars.

 

 

7

 

How to Live Properly

 

Read wantonly of O’Hara

Dilute your priceless ruby

Engage in subtle discourse

Expound upon a marble

Violate the nature of pride

And find yourself with me

In a maze of newfangled Wind

Engage in endless singing

Then create.

 

 

8

 

The Review

 

The poison was wrong

The dallies were wrong

The gimlet was taciturn

 

The perfect specimen was an ant

A gopher fanged its whelp

The charge card got rampaged

A nun expired; the meal was manageable

 

 

9

 

“The Mystery of Consciousness”

 

Seeing your own eye

Without the use of Mirrors.

 

 

10

 

Bisected Poem (Right Half)

 

And if I did not speak as I do now

in my next work

will I cease to exist?

asked Othello. As for the snows of the moon

in the backyard

“Just, if you will, imagine,” you

suggested “if this were all powdered sugar…

Wait, that was stupid,”

you smirked, and I,

no response. “And what if there

had been voyeurs about, and your silence?”

 

 

11

 

Confessional Poem

 

I'm not jumping high

As I can. I feel stuck

In the loam. When I get

Drunk but too tired 

I might say Hey! here

I am, a strange man

Look! an unfamiliar dance.

 

 

12

 

My Name is Tchaikovsky

 

I ripped apart those two

Japanese beetles

 

O beetles, you crossed lovers

My name is Tchaikovsky!