Through November Eyes—Flarf

Tomorrow, humming boy,

The future of the nation’s youth lies

Two panes of glass orange lit

Condensation between the scenes.

Lawn mower in grass moving

Leaving long tracks of low green.

If I could see tomorrow,

Looking through November eyes.

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Growled and bent sword

In the future, humming boy.

Strewn bookshelf spilling

Rehydrated lime shrimp laser beams.

Explosions sing up the house loud and they ring

Supreme milk jug in the burning woods obscene

Standing on politics with rocking chair leaning,

And looking back on November

As if it were tomorrow.

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FLARF is a wild style of poetry that started as a joke. People noticed that no matter how bad your poems were Poetry.com would tell you that you had won their poetry prize. Then, they would try to scam you out of your money. So devious poets started sending the crappiest poetry they could write to Poetry.com. Even that would win the poetry prize. These poets began sending each other their crappy poems, and eventually it became a legitimate poetry style. If you want to read more about the FLARF or any of the other poetry terms, check out the glossary of poetic terms from the Poetry Foundation at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms

Google painting is a type of collaging that primarily uses internet search results and Google’s search prediction capabilities to generate quasi-random phrases. The technique helps jumpstart creativity with strange juxtapositions, broken syntax, and internet speak.

I Know You Don’t Feel Sorry for Me

I know where you’re coming from

Believe me, I do.

But two wrongs don’t make a right.

Do you think they do?

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I know you don’t feel sorry for me,

And I don’t expect you to.

But how exactly would you feel

If it were told to you?

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We’ve had enough of your kind here

[Insert your sex or race].

We don’t allow your kind in here

It’s our special place.

.

We know what it is you’ve done

In your liar’s heart.

You or someone just like you.

You’ll do for a start.

.

You see the crime has come and gone

And the criminal too.

But the victim looked just like me.

The dick head looked like you.

.

We’ve had enough of your kind here

[Insert your sex or race].

We don’t allow your kind in here

It’s our special place.

.

I know you don’t feel sorry for me,

And I don’t expect you to.

But how exactly would you feel

If it were told to you?

.

I know where you’re coming from

Believe me, I do.

But two wrongs don’t make a right?

Do you think they do?

***

I wrote this poem from a couple of lines that popped in my head when I was supposed to be going to sleep, so I kind of rushed through it. I had been looking through different literary journals for places that might take the weird poems that I have been writing lately, and each one of them had a note saying that they were devoted to promoting equity for women, people of color, LGBTQ, neurodivergent, and disabled. And I totally understand the need to take such measures to insure these peoples’ voices are being heard. And I support the literary journals in their efforts. However, I, like everyone else, can be egocentric at times. So in the back of my mind I thought, “Wait a minute, that makes things harder for me.” And I was trying to capture that little voice in the back of my head. But the poem comes out sounding strident and accusatory and more than a little angry. And I am none of those things. But I think the poem has good rhythm and good rhyme for what I do, so I will post it with this note and a promise that one day I will do something to improve on it. But I can’t promise that it will be any day soon because I get distracted in everything new and shiny.

We’re Not Talking About You–Sonnet

The sun shows bright on a painted tin roof

And an anti-Biden flag flapping its proof

That the sun shines the brightest on southern

Hillbilly politics. At least, in terms

Of the few living way out in the sticks

The ones who don’t know how to post their picks

To Facebook and, you know, those silly memes

That make the rednecks go and cream their jeans.

The kind your uncle sends at Christmas time.

You know, the post you liked and shared that time.

You think you can hide what you believe in

And you do believe it strongly. But then,

You wouldn’t dare put a flag on your house.

Everyone Loves to Pretend

Everyone loves to pretend that they know

Five minutes from now from five minutes ago.

Was it just last week, when all that we thought

Was where we could get a stiff Stoli shot?

Russian countryside was hard to explain.

When we thought your neck was the thing that Ukraine.

Now that so many poets are throwing their hats in,

Does anything rhyme with Vladimir Putin?

October Poem 41: Set in Ink

Tomorrow I will begin set in ink

By grass. To sleep as if I had been drawn

There in the field of clover. A homeless

Man hung over with his belongings tied

Into a red handkerchief hung at the

End of a stick traveling alongside

My curly haired mutt. Have they seen her legs?

Hair dirty and knotted, choked with burrs. Her

Underside dripping with fatted ticks

Suckling on her teats like so many of

The unconscious biases that the left

Have about the nature of the evil

Capitalist system. On genius and

Who they think I am by the way I look.

 

 

Release

September Poem 23: Recreational Chemicals that Cure

The wheezing cough and the dark shadowed mass

Luring them with silly songs and cartoons

On your x-ray as just proof that it works.

 

In dollar bills as smoking papers. The

Ever-loving influx of politics.

The wheezing cough and the dark shadowed mass.

 

Driven health concerns designed to turn an

Ally puffing herbal supplements rolled

On your x-ray as just proof that it works.

 

Geedunk van stalking neighborhood streets with

The growth in rich loam of Virginia fields.

The wheezing cough and the dark shadowed mass

 

Natural panacea sent across

Oceans as a cure-all for royalty.

On your x-ray as just proof that it works.

 

New generation of cash crop to sell

Candy cigarettes. Chemicals that cure

The wheezing cough and the dark shadowed mass

On your x-ray as just proof that it works.