Saturday, December 29, 2012

As I Stand on the Stage of Beverly's Hill

as i stand on the stage of beverly's hill
the bike ride over with time to kill
will this be day's end an hour before noon
or will i sing with Shih-Hwang
by the light of the silvery moon?
 
when i bid the gate be opened
so by the elevator ride to my perch
will my flights of fancy
ever touch the earth?
 
as i sit here on the stage's end
with blue blue sky in the building's shadow
with the Han here squeezed between
 roads of noisy vehicles belching exhaust
will i choke on my own laughter hollow?
 
what a sorry fellow am i
 like a marshmellow in an airtight plastic bag
squeezed or burned by consumers to a crisp
when all i want to do, lordy mama,
is rag mama rag

12-29-12

 
 
 
 
 


Friday, December 28, 2012

The Pebbled Wall - A Barrier

the pebbled wall
 a barrier
from the dyke to the river
the slope of well-placed boulders
the size of beige melons
eroded for hundreds of years
a place to climb down
to green bushes, tall grass, wild flowers
where small white butterflies flutter
and small black birds take flight...
one could trample all this
frighten away the birds
make shoeprints in underbrush mud
before reaching more beige melons
on the banks of the shallow rushing river
 taoist temple behind
12-29-12






Thursday, December 27, 2012

Face Away From The Wind

 society priority
 testicular vehicular
politicians pretend they're globular
get votes from relations popular
 
egrets gather on the Han River
 congregate where fish accumulate
in still waters over dams
get fish in the pooling
 
beauty in every swooping sparrow 
  hat blown to the floor
are you picking up
 face away from the wind
 
 
12-28-12
 
 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Brownbook Magazine

abu dhabi do
booyah Melilla with Franco statue
brownbook.me
Vuitton, Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels
arab spring, go to hell

 blue LED-electrified fences
occupied pleasures, capturing moments
from scions of casbah enclaves
paradoxes of women in gaza

upheaval and instability in Egypt
affected Ziedan's printing
 international prize of 
handsome U.S. dollars

palestine honey in a jar
urban lifestyle middle east
armenian heritage
western design

socially exclusive Cartier
phony arabic mercedez bends
virtual relationships banned
Emirati Ghassan Al Katheri approved

phony fascist american middle east
not an Arab/Tarzan spring in sight
not a dictator displaced
not a black market sneaker scuffed

12-23-12

Monday, December 17, 2012

Sung to "Edison"

instead of riding up Han River
exercising myself for the day
to the roof garden where i live sir
where Sweeney-Poo likes to play
Sweeney-Poo likes to play
 
the weather has changed not for the better
clouds thicken dark no smog today
wind whips the fourteenth floor rooftop
where Sweeney-Poo comes to play
Sweeney-Poo comes to play
 
oh, now, don't have a cow
you're gonna be bluish
unless you are Jewish
Sweeney-Poo comes to play
Sweeney-Poo comes to play
 
looks like the rain is coming in soon
temperature dropped twenty points today
Sweeney looks scared against the rim where
Sweeney-Poo likes to play
Sweeney-Poo likes to play
 
12-18-12


Saturday, December 15, 2012

America on Record: The Inventors I

steel reeds, strips of steel
attached to an
 electro-magnet
making and breaking a current
tuning forks of different pitches
receivers tuned to
 many frequencies
off and on,
 on and off
on long on short
off long off short
 layers of dots and dashes
more than morse
western union's remorse
 
a thin slice of metal
attached to one pole of an
electro-magnet
with the other end of a thin slice
just over the opposite pole of the
electro-magnet
pluck a reed
go on, pluck a reed next to it
produce a current to activate the
electro-magnet
way on over on the other end
and hear the pitch
 from the other end
 
 
with the current off
in the other room he said
"free the reed, Watson"
and Watson plucked the reed
vibrating the reed in Bell's room
Bell moved his ear close to the
electro-magnet
he swears he heard
the sound from Watson's room
flashed from a noise
he tried it again
"come here, I want you"
Watson listened to
electric speech
 
 
12-15-12
 
 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Sung to "Lather"

(sung to "Lather")
david is fifty-eight years these days
he's given back all of his joys
his friends they send Facebook e-mails to him
of their lives which they cannot enjoy
there was darling jimmy, forty-seven maybe
for him life is mostly a prank
and sergeant  Goldschmidt giving pearls to shit
while letting his very soul sank

but david can finally like what he does
lying nude in dear Lin Shih-Hwang's hands
kissing nipples on breasts that look like bumps
and loving her like a free man

12-13-12

Sit Well - Dangerous

thank you for letting me back in this place
been sneezing and wrenching and losing my face
the birds are still flying
the Han waters trying
to tumble o'er every disgrace
i'm riding here at my own pace
the juxtaposition of death and fruition
folded while i held the ace
thank you, dear lord, for saving my place
on a dyke between Buddha and Han

12-13-12



Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Han River Way

here i am
here for me
what i want
is plain to see
 
food and weather
ride a bike
it's easy to be free
when i do what i like
 
i'm here with you
not only here for you
it's nothing new
you want to be here, too
 
what you brew
is up to you
what you blew
is your trip, too
 
give me affection
i'll look in your direction
make me an erection
that's a sweet confection
 
without democracy
as far as eyes can see
government corruption
corporate gumption
 
it doesn't really matter
the forest or the trees
more chance of killing fleas
than finding lasting peace
 
i can't teach you
if i can't reach you
the deemed mock you see
ruined your ABC's
 
dumbness everywhere
does anybody care?
taiwanese aware
the terror happened here
 
now it's happening there
bomb your underwear
so here is where i am
thank you, uncle sam
 
you made it hard to stay
enjoy a Brooklyn day
here is where i'll play
biking the Han River way
 
12-6-12
 
 
 


Tuesday, December 4, 2012

One's a Happy Male

one's a happy male
one's a lonely anarchist
one's beside himself in false starts
one's got automobiles to wash and show
one's got answers to every union question
two's walking by looking at me
fours a train passing by with no eyes
many's the time i have wondered
and all i can do is make you wonder why
how wonderful it is
when your heads are out of your asses
 
12-2-12
 


The Days of Future Pass

the days of future pass
i sit here without clock
with no remorse
but a bike or horse
to be able to go
to stay and watch the Han go by
retirement indeed
'the smell of grass
helps me pass into a dream'
awe cannot be explained
come flutter by with me Leona butterfly
 
12-1-12