(1)



                THE IDEA IS THAT SOMEONE IS LATE


Someone late enough    well   to drive us
to rage    or philosophical lucidity.

Hobgoblins are merely ornamental
and somewhat annoying to those
in "true despair."

                   Then write a book about Despair.

   Capitalize the "d."

     Murderous thoughts are casual in America.
     Movies turn them into exchange currency.

        This is not wholly despicable,

                                 the way a Sonoran Desert parrot,

                                           for example,

                                                                    could be.




(2)


    HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES
        IN THE FIFTEENTH,
                        SIXTEENTH,
                                 SEVENTEENTH,
                                         EIGHTEENTH,
                                             NINETEENTH,
                                                 TWENTIETH
                                                    & TWENTY-FIRST CENTURIES


                      given wholly to
                      retrospective
                      dialectical
                      Ouija board
                      fuck-ups

                      but intense
                      D.C.-
                      Erebrations
                                            




          
(3)
                                              ROSE IN SLEEP

                                        a voice and its fractals
                                        redolence of lack
                                        a wake inside itself


(4)


       PROVERBS FOR NEWLY-ARRIVING CHILDREN

Terrorists are always the most observant of tourists.
Tolerance is a tourniquet used to effectively garotte, always.
Clip your tonemes and toenails.
The president is a totem passe as a tuatara.  Ask any tsar.
Defer all treaties to the appropriate travel agency.
Tiptoe through the two lips.



(5)


                     M-U-R-D-E-R

        It's   unimaginable but true
        you    can kill someone
        just       by looking or listening

        w/ the same intensity they do...


(6)



                    HOW IT BEGINS TO END

                    when you realize that people remain
                    rapid touches       quantum events
                    you begin to sense the radiation
                    and you want to touch the Golden Fleece
                    years before

                     it was an animal




(7)

                RANDIE LIPKIN
                                             (using Mac Low methodology)


I can't eat liver.  I think of poor Prometheus.
Rodin carves "The Kiss."  Then he scratches his balls.
Keats wouldn't own a Nintento, in my humble opinion.
The usual deaths and fireballs in the paper today.
Give me an answer I can live with.
The cat is feigning sleep.

Kiss me, you clone.
Give me an answer I can live with.
Look.  The dog is sorry.  I can tell.
Is there room?
Give me an answer I can live with.
Keats wouldn't own a Nintendo, in my humble opinion.





(8)


     HOW TO EXPLAIN BEFORE DISAPPEARING


If you could give a shape to sleep
or if you could see shape asleep.
But the computer is not "symbiotic," as you say.
Fixed or motionless hands
Stopped dead over the alphabet like a 747 about to plummet
you know the feeling well.
You know what they are saying in zoosemiotics
over the chain link fence, but you are the chain link fence.
Information is an imagined solid.
Laughter is not a thing but a direction.
I'm asleep in one theory.
Get the national isolationistocracy.
Reach out, touch the expanding galaxies of our universe's
luminous pufferfish.  Sentences printed on its sides

grow more and more comprehensible, the fatter they get...





(11)

              ROSENSPIEL


The marker left me alone.
I tried to chase your
shadow into the frost,
a star with its xerox light.
You left me in a great glaciated
depression, breaking the stones
of one word against the next.
I can't hear your horizon anymore.
Someone said joy is important.
But alphabets? but Phoenician fishbones & sitcoms?
Men on a billboard, scraping,
seem to float as we drive past.
Headlights stalk rare deer
that grow from a stem.
Your kiss in the black.
Paper is all the rage here.
The transparent one is myth.
Grew up. Moved on. He was sure.
Mind is only a palindrome of light.




    (12)

  NOT SPEAKING TO YOU


The long distance is used continuously
in the dream like Muhammed's bell chiming non-stop
inside the prophet's ear, I wonder what birds hear
without the ability to pay as they go...
many people will burn you for being there,
for listening and loving
which are curses you've surely earned    (not learned
to be outside of this is bliss?
as children must have neurochemicals to protect them...
We lose all vital fluids in time
and ruin or evil come; two glues
which may find their sticking-place
is often one of diminishing credit

but still the ear and phone ring with offers...


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wb keckler's books include _Sanskrit of the Body_, which won in the (U.S.) Natl. Poetry Series and is avaliable through Penguin, and just out through Fugue State Press (NY) are  translations of two early works by Andre Malraux.

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