mindre d'eGo?
s'il vous plâit?
les jambes, les jambes
the lines
the heroes
the geometric shapes
spirals,
baby
active non-violence
Gandhi said
(Oakland, 2 June 2000)
an empty room
phone ringing off of the hook
line & sinker tied round the heart
(piercing the heart)
listen to the hum of background radiation
what frequencies go there?
hark - who passes?
the spirit of gravity is very much alive
a light in the wilderness dispels the claustrophobia
the veil is become thin
i ran into a density cloud last night,
she said
the eyes sparkled
nobody noticed that we had made the vertical
horizontal
thanks for not coming
you were playing yr part
greater forces are at work than you & i
i look through the crystal ball and i see
a time for the body
an embodied rhythm
amen
(Berkeley?, Fall/Winter 2000?)
merci beaucoup
for nu
du nikker
med dit hoved
ja, det er dit horoskop
this is a work in progress
yeah
a work in progress
but is it a progress
in work?
est-ce que ça marche?
what are you thinking
go out & look at the stars
jeg har det elendigt
jeg så diq i fjernsyn
det var elendigt
elendigt
jeg har det elendigt
(København, 8 June 2001)
swallow says
rise
and fall
swallow says
flap yr wings!
Law y bravery
maxi-pads are savoury
summon yr courage, you lout
suffer those seedlings of doubt
yr nose reminds me of a waterspout
the rhymes they are a strange thing
so summon yr courage, you water-drenched thug
don't let neo-nazis go pull out the rug
from under yr feet before you've pulled out the plug
and everythings suddenly flaming
'cause the rhymes they are a strange thing
i've bled in Damascus, been stuck in Iran
so please let me tell you we must take a stand
while paupers & monkeys all do as they please
you won't
find me
laughing
'cause the rhymes they are a strange thing
Law y bravery
maxi-pads are slavery
my love for you is a beacon
for what i don't know
(i have my guesses
i have my hopes)
butchers
pardoned wanderers
désespoir
plumbed marauders
skeletons
feed perspiring
engaged
in naughty pasttimes
i forget the sky
the sky doesn't forget me
i hope
the sky doesn't forgive AC
why air condition anyway?
plagues
boils & broils
i hear my name called -
what is that,
sirens?
before we go under
pack yr bags, i hear the screaming
why does this stretch so far from its mark?
i hear a daisy
or is it a windchime
a bi©ycle bell, methinks
my love for you flows
the ripples, the waves
the fluctuations of the wing of a butterfly
my sorrow attacks me
& holds me by my throat
don't let me sink
to the bottom
(for Esther ROSENBLUM SORGENFREI, policemen, people who live in cold climates, and blue moon. København, Summer 2001)
(København, Summer 2001?)
(Slovakia, August 2001)
(Southeastern Europe, August 2001)
cry out yr hearts
you muted ones
plunge me into the brine
knead me into a flowerbed
entwine yr fingers with mine
(Missouri?, 8 December 2001)
i've exchanged vows now
and i've seen them crumble
i'm clean shaven again
it's still rare
that the burning salve of tears wells up in the corners of my eyes
i still scrunch up my face & feel that curious mixture of despair
and burning anger
kids still come & play on the play ground
i play that it is real ground too
run, squirrels, run!
chase each other around
like yr predecessors did before you...
the snowflakes still weave downwards
each one a tiny dancing angel
but now i have more respect for them
sitting in awe, watching them appear & disappear
until the silent cold grips my body
and it's time to be on my way
(Ardmore, 27 December 2001)
every scuttling leaf a defeat
yr grandmother is dying
14 yrs have gone by & what do you have to show for it?
a broken heart
a cold foot
some dirty laundry
a girl downstairs who loves you
because yr her boyfriend's
old friend
a girl upstairs who loves you
because yr her boyfriend's best friend
a hole in the pocket of yr brown pants
that you keep together with a rubber band
a trembling in yr body
a nervous
system
why are you so nervous?
have you read my poems?
do you think i do this to illustrate something?
do you think i do this to make a point?
if so
yr quite mistaken
part two
i retribute nothing.
how to wretch a beaute?
i'm not going to wretch a beaute.
not even a wretched beaute.
give me a cardful
do the whole damn bunch.
cock all yr ozzies & harriets
pour me a drink
give me a cardful
make it open mic
slam it
do a slam
pretention
unwanted spam
prevention
curried ham
laugh yr head off
you might even be the second to do it...
(Lo$ Angele$, 25 January 2002)
(Lo$ Angele$, 25 January 2002)
you've had yr pineapple & coconut ice cream
because it's the most exotic thing you could have this side of a
prostitute,
a lady of the night
(Lo$ Angele$, Valentine's Day 2002)
the cut of that cheekbone
the rise of those lips
like a sun-drenched dive
off starboard side
into the churning waves
these are life-threatening waters, my son!
(Lo$ Angele$, 19 February 2002)
all poems copyright 2000, 2001,2002 Lars RO. contact him if yr interested in publishing them in print or in reproducing them. thanks.