you need a swift kick & told to keep moving.
better to spend yrself than to suck the dugs of the last half century.
it comes
spectacular, the destruction of the world. theatre.
when satan fell, for instance –
what a fucken day that was!
planets wandered & the stars did nothing, nailed to the sky,
faces at the movies.
when you know it’s over, o misery.
the pain.
you would have shat yrself.
but him, fucked in the underworld…
man! all god
& totally human, the spirit suffers.
the body also.
if there’s a place for poets in the kingdom, who wants in.
let us mingle.
we shall find consolation for the god shaped hole;
the vacuous tech savvy flippant fucks.
the glib, slick tongued
bucks, the cavalier neveauxs.
you know
what. these moneyed cunts are
bugs, cling to life &
suck &…
blow i stand
hands on
hips, legs
spread. like it’s nothing to me.
i have pride
even tho i shouldn’t.
what explains this better than the conjunction
of mars & jupiter.
an accident.
oh well
it’s a basis for knowledge.
who would have thought. if you’d asked me next month
what i think what i thought.
i would have said & say assuredly
Not & you’re mad & i’d still work
if i won lotto because:
- i wouldn’t know what to do (w myself)
- i need to feel part of the social Unit
- i need to feel useful. productive
- i need to feel sensible,
- (Not. the artist
type)
- of the common
people
- etc
july 2020
thanks Dean. will have to refresh on Ashbery. have i read him? cant remember.
I get that J. Ashbery feeling again, the free-ish associations, but holding. and that narrative of planets in the system being disrupted as something came in or through is an interesting reoccurring theme in quite a few accounts.