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A Blender FaNtasticElectric: PostmOdern Pop Poems

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by Jeremia Sterkel


  when they come back from winter    marking each

  life in a notebook    taking stock

  of birds lost and newly recorded entries of life

  when men come to adulthood they shed

  their youngnew earth colored feathers fly to make life 

  strong as honeysuckle in the morning living

  testaments in dirt feathers longing to breathe

  having patterns unshakable as foundations

  to sky scrapersthe haunted bird follows

  patterns to fly toward warmer climes  but most

  never return the earth feathers are all

  remaining of their bodies lost to the elements

  hard storms, floods, and predators

   

  men are fools like sparrows because we

  believe hard work will provide all things AND

  every year the sparrow struggles to return 

  thrown in the wind alone  from a death silver sky

   

  In the heart chasm of man the rhythm pulsates wild   Every man draws breathe before flight to the shaded woods   The sparrow looks on sees man envies him then carries on to the call of nature

  Kurt Vonnegut and the Time Traveling Circus

  walking masses on the pavement

  they limp on the sidewalk like a

  tortured roller coaster slumping click

  clack up a hill Vonnegut looks on with

  his time traveling circus reflecting autumn

  nights at a mischievous carnival in Greenwood

  Indiana I wore a Planet of the Apes t-shirt

  in Rome, he tells a tramp in the 80's

  Kurt ate the fish and loaves; it tasted like

  scented sacrament, meaty and untarnished

  he smoked Camel filters with Euripides

  he appeared in prehistoric times; saw the

  beginnings of man inked out of blackness on

  the forest floor he saw the horrid wars

  PAin spilled out like grains

  of sand on the hot beaches of Florida AND

  like a child at the edge of the sea

  he took in the Inca society

  he was there when man drank up

  the river Nile ImBIBing its life essence

  he walked down the river to meet Pharaoh

  The king was a nice guy, he thought,

  but quite stupid

  when the time traveling circus preformed

  for the children of Egypt it was in a blaze of

  sequins and powdered sugar

  The children ate deep fried corn dogs

  and ranch taco salads in the desert sun

  AgES of people, places and things and everyone

  still loves a corn dog

  Kurt wrote all this down but you'll have to

  wait until Amazon releases the book for

  the Holiday season I think its twenty dollars…

  To Girls I would like to Kiss: Contemporary Jack Tripper Tale

  Cliché sTawBerry wine

  wind pipes of doubt

  To girls

  I wish only

  you would see to me beauty

  with rain ice caverns steep slopes

  I am not afraid of touch

  silk screenporch and rust

  Your great joY Jack Tripper

  is the threesome black and blond

  who by peace of living

  gives me starmist starfish starfruit

  Would I be Jack Trippers son?

  for love Prefontaine

  competition orange blanched blonds?

  I will choose to run in wild fields

  summer

  run until old and without breath

  to love and lovechoice I choose

  freedomholykiss

 

  To the nights in deserts

  Judas is her lover car stops

  sweeping flashes of TechniCOLOR

  walking down PeterPaUl movie seats

  this for champagne, blueberry roses,

  little fingers of popcorn

  The wanton dream of God Like

  people places time sports cavalcades arenas

  masterpieces credits roll

  black orange night streets dowsed in rain

  humidity rises joydencitrusstreet

  Hell to no man calls of timeless

  cellstripes Madre Mountains Queen Oceans

  Take me to your bedchamber!!!

  for all of sight sound dewing DREaM

  and give climbing Frankincense mountains

  turning the car over he whispers alone

  sings alone fucks alone

  do you dreaM in in velvetbones Dante?

  I’m

  cl

  im

  b

  ing

  down…

  Freud

  Brown Eyes: The love of Bonny Raitt Blues

  Jet black TUTUs

  Sunday news

  teal, grey, transcendental blues

  For God so loved the world

  he gave his only Son

  did you see?

  hand nails torrid lovepain

  and brown eyes beseeched whole heart?

  Only bubbledouble helix

  DoCtOrs of physics proclaim

  wisdom of womanly descent

  who by wisdom driving to

  flesh only-steelfish

  this the bite of pornography

  hand upon hand

  taping rain father gold’s

  Christ died for emeralds blue diamonds

  foxingcrescentmoons symphony dyed hair

  she giving to me my wisdom

  glamour heels whose spike

  gleaned upon brown eyes

  and took the breath of smoking

  joy Jenny Toys RCA

  TVS StaTIC commercial orange Versace

  lifting Easter SKIES

  WHEn in Autumn is made of rice stocks and fire

 

  A poll Conducted Yesterday SHOWs Hieronymus Bosh Leading Love

  I called yesterday for HB

  he answered back to feel

  the deep

  Oceans are undiscovered covered with

  mountains and valleys and poppy fields and

  quarter arcades

  I called yesterday for HB

  he answered back to paint

  hope

  Damn the widow who spoke to me

  whose painted pained eyes covered the multitude of artistic sorrow

  I have not called HB back

  a champion of wineskins, ribs,

  oiled cubes, neon white crosses, blue jays and robins

  I called Mr Dali today

  but he was being baptized

  in truth

  at Sunday noon

  with high skies and art museum smells

  standing with Gauguin’s gifted glamorous ghost

  Seattle

  seagull eyes shores of popping tides

  tide ocean drifts logwood on soggy banks

  Seattle has been prismed

  Tuesday tawdry turnspoonknifefork

  Seattle silver this was yesterday

  the great joy of prisms rainbow red

  but I could (of course) talk of gold

  yak yak gold standard

  I took a trip on an orange ocean runner

  played dance to Seattle’s ghosts

  these are the yak
yak yellow ghosts

  but I was too young to know Hendrix grave

  the whistling Sound Garden and Kobain

  ANd to the SUN!!!

  with glorious ghost show hosts

  and pavilion rain soaked fish

  where sweet house coffee comingles

  THIS to the God STArSBusterSweetLyinglamplightwish!!!

 

  And this to Fuchsiacarnations

  When setting out for lost land

  seas of sweeping shores come

  greyyellowgold sand

  To her I wish A life

  of bespeckled dancing

  I have seen her eyes she

  of motion soul who by

  cherub dancing wind life

  with reckless freedom of only

  youth

  this is the living fire to which all

  burns one day yet ember red

  carry wonton fortune

  But this of souls

  of the cherry flowers

  whose smell can recall to mind

  yesteryears and I will DANCe

  to

  because of all of fortune tawdry

  I can still see embers red

  teapots symphonies arch legs fire

  of the Holy Spirit and

  Lilies DreSSED Night

  with truth wise otherwise wheels

  Song of Songs By Rule of Three

  The Buckingham’s

  bachelor teals

  but I have seen your ghost

  reach hands for you

  this the truth of legend

  stowaway ocean eyed

  soil and dust life and rib

  bejeweled timing whisper

  drawn by night

  when we have settled our debts to Blight

  Blithe turns to Lilies

  royal purple dressed

  and in all splendor

  mauve, love, sexual sight, wisdom, joy

  of linkletter this lilies DreSSED night

  Marmalade Methuselah

  The door oak brown

  thin veil

  cigarette butts in the ashtray

  the scent of three women

  the saturation of

  of…

  what happened Methuselah

  in the late years?

  did each person talk of

  daydreams 900 years old?

  butterflies in alabaster

  spun cloud cocoons

  did waterbuffalo’s cherub?

  Yesterday dooroaked

  seas of white lapping tides

  bespeckled yellow black wings

  each of innocence

  like paper moon children

  (SPOKE MRS BLIGHT)

  Untitled Tom

  Did Tom

  break with tradition?

  he strolled hardboiled

  flat fields

  daisies the yellow daises

  they

  must think how gloryfilled

  apartments are

  when beloveds ask favors

  to endless drives for coffee

  and ceaseless anger

  to nature again

  it seems pointless now

  having left the Yellow submIXed parries

  yet I and Tom have seen

  have seen ten thousand tears

  ten thousand smiles

  No Charity today

  each, me, he, I, she, they, drought, timeshares,

  Christmas powder, greenteasoap, San Francisco harlot

  metaphor bikers deep shocked smiles

  MR> Periwinkle Death do you think of me?

  Eyes

  saint saint

  besmirched green eyes

  what color eyes did Christ have?

  odorful blue, browny, green of sea flats?

  my imagination crosses carousels of lights

  into her roomrest

  she the enchanted oceanographer

  my boredom of years untasseled

  pitiful now

  clached heartheat tumpwhite

  her skin clay whisper oxide earth

  did I bring couplets of roundrings to tearsoaked eyes?

  she opened the boltlocked window

  a placid bird escaped from the room

  the saints timtom blitheing blue

 

  Jimmy Joyce 1

  batise blacks

  Alone

  eyesore jubilation

  he was a waddling swan

  he sought blueblack baptisms

  charcoal chasm eye

  he drove sisterstars into tears

  he was alonE in his chaste Monday night football

  he had a metaphycosis,

  a turn table trial

  on black paper

  like I said he was alone

  with sex fingers and lusted brainstreams

  foaming with whitepurtredcream

  like I said he was alone

 

  CLASSIC TRI

  Medusa

  Medusa was nice until she was metamorphosed

  You’d be a bitch too if you had snakes for hair

  Icarus

  Dastardly flight

  the disobeying son slain by declaration

  lies motionless in the water his youth a feral damnation

  Freud wakes up afraid of his own shadow on the street

  Medusa’s Mom

  What’s the matter darling?

  So what if you have snakes for hair?

  Is it so bad?

  O, you turn men to stone

  just by a glance?

  Than may be a problem honey,

  you’re not getting any younger

  Maybe you should think of sunglasses at night?

  Or dyeing your snakes?

  Don’t cry it’s not so bad

  there could be worse things

  Like your SISTERS

  They’ll always be alone

  This morning’s coffee

  -it about the house of love

  waiting morning of humid misted May

  Everything he does he does for love

  I couldspeak polite of love

  synchronized beats of dawns duties

  caramelcuppedcoffee BReWINg

  deepest fears-

  outout sIde darklight

  I remember my faint sunrise stars

  those who names called by God meant glory

  She called me yesternight

  the rhythm is a rebel

  she greater than stars slitherskyswept yellow

  My Aramaic gives strength for Her

  To quiet coffee

  dehydrated and then Nate Dog joined in…

  to the last of Starfighters

  My God of Archatexural Assenting Archetype

  HISTory

  To your red and bone passion

  I forever give each to those who call each morning decorative objects

  separate

  full harmony

  OLD age

  Andy 2

  Andy was a jeweled firefly

  he drove mass art to mass consumption

  he was a vagrant virtue

  whose fatal loins drew forth

  Romeo and Juliet silkscreened

  from his own fragile moon jelly mind

  I still believe in him

  and always will

  such is the life of the naïve

  and people who own hangdog Lexus’ cars,

  houses and rhythmical TV’s

 

 

 

 

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