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(August 1st 2006)

1. HERMIT KINGDON

two bags to my name
a twitchy eye
and sour stomach

narrowing down

my life

getting
the skinny

no room
for the gaunt
and unladen
and extremely
sick

fog rolling
over stanzas
and false cities

leaving behind Korea for Poland
for no earthly reason
not dispossessed
of judgement
but starting out
for another kingdom

2. HOPE

here on this earth
with a bucket under
my arm by the wobly splendor
of some distant sea
I count the opposites
of “is” and “was”
and come out astonished
between the element
of flesh
and the element
of hope

moving out of
moving out of help

ironing out my irony

draw close and close
the curtains
and knuckle down
here inside this other
monstrance

torments of robes and sculptured rays
useless to the busy hands of the living

high bridge of la dolce vita
and the shadow planets
of Rahu and Ketu
tug at my heels

metamorphosis is the heart
of my life and freedom
is a war without a victory
hope is the thorny tale
of the dragon

3. HERMIT KINGDOM

my name
on two bags

my name on
the apples

at the close of day
when straigtening up
and girlded with
lightening

in the book of diminishing
my existence was not
exasperated
by such a sudden clash
of foreign tongues
nor was the forbidden
shortened or shot-through
in the dimunitive or sensitive
language of the Post-Romantic
chased from the temple
of the Avant-Garde

traveling hermit
seeks refuge
in the Post-Modern
world and finds
a heart in magic cellulite

4. SCRAPS

pieces
here and there
forked
out on the road
behind me and I
kept my nose to
the ridiculous
in the low husky
voice of the morning

the shadow planets
PULL
&
it is not enough
to keep watch

Southern Utah

fire breathing
camels lost
among the sanddunes
of Zion

lift up the receiver to
the rasp
to the youth camps
to the Mormon temples
full of greed &
light

Portadown

stumbling home hysterical
with half bottles of Buckfast

elaborate murals grace
the divided walls

Belfast

At the church
across
from The Coach
kind women
hand out
kit-kats &
coffee

Circus Circus

acrobats over the heads
of old women fiddling
with coins in their bucket

glitch &
glamour
red carpet &
stale smoke

Rancho High School:

cross-country
practice

trans-
figuration of water
into salt

stiff erect
nipples in
a yellow
tank
top

&
a rock
in my cheek
to keep
the thirst
at bay

5. HERMIT KINGDOM

At the airport my two
bags were over-weight
and I stumbled around
trying to unload
the hardcover books
the anthologies and
what couldn’t fit
in my backpack
stayed at the airport

stuck again
&
leaving, &
lost, & always
too heavy for this tumbling
world

liberation from gravity occurs
at the odd interval
between waking
and sleeping

shed light &
shed the balmy

re-
sidue of
in-
security

entering, again, the resurrection, so durable
in its worn edges and stiff realities

weight weight
don’t tell me
about the warmth of memory

lost tongues retrace
themselves on necks
and lips and so little
faithful except
the mush of liberation

wonder wonder
wheresomehowever
shall I wander

crowds and crowds
of businessmen walk
the streets of Gangnam
mumbling the language
of drowning

gravel roads
forever winding
out behind me
and before me

nightstalls and sticky
hands in the nightheat

kimchee
burning
my temples

All-U-Can-Eat Sushi

little boats circled
and circled above
me at the all-u-can-eat
sushi and wanderlust
bit my lip and again, it
was time, it is always time,
to begin again.

6. DANCING ON EGGSHELLS

Suit of iron and strong salute
for the Jr. ROTC &
a life above
the clouds, spiked hair
and slick sunglasses
etc. and so on

spasms spasms &
design

mantras scribbed
on walls

future text by in-
direct
design

climb inside
with monkey apathy
and look for the moon key

small fists beat
out a rhythm
on the glass table

diaphanous memories
monstrous memories

first kiss and the brush
of skin in Hurricane,
Utah, mother rocking
against the bed
and popping
out
another child
father crawling
around in hot attics

repeat
1,2,3,4

left
right

pre-
sumptious
desires
of the future

the pattern has not yet emerged
in a key repetition of phases


7. HERMIT KINGDOM

Two names on a bag and the weight
was too great, and, unloading
was needed to fly

leaving out
& leaving
in
&
living out of two bags

motion
sickness
gripped
me

but punishment
became a bridge

& wanderlust reached
out for me with the promise
of a lidless
life

Comments

Dominika said…
Base hell

On base hell
people cook sauerkraut
and procreate children
they says:I`m dreadfully tired today
or: yesterday I haddreadfully day
says: I need break free from this hell
and planning escape to other leg
for a new unknown distress
finally nobody order them making this
and they are too experienced
for believe in possibility to ring overun
they could like graybeard
often keep in houses
(usuallu one graybeard for a two stairway)
semolina feeding
and to undermine if necessary
persist immobile in fateful gesture
with hand advanced upwards

but what for
precisely trample base hell
stubborn aim
with full consciousness this vanity
oh how much satisfaction it gives.
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I d`like to be a poet

I d`like to be a poet
because poet have good life
because poet have new pulover
suede shoes setter dog
and good is life on the world

I d`like to be a poet
because cool is in his life
because poet have 4 wifes
and with every vife he long ago divorced
and I like woman

I d`like to be a poet
maybe they employe me
because for poet Krakow
he don`t need wake up early morning
wake up morning is cold

because cool is in his life
he don`t need work in office
and discipline isn`t matter
only guitar and girl
and count gold stars

and mistake and count
and count still again
on the ground in the trees and blue

and be angry and worried
because still it isn`t this
and still look for still look
I don`t want be a poet
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