The new 14 x 14 includes my sonnet, “Post-Impressionism,” about Pierre Bonnard checking out the studios of our times. A lot of other great stuff with plenty of wonderful art as well. Thanks, 14 x 14!
Archive for August, 2011
I Come to Praise, Not to Bury, the Last of the Incroyables
To what is left of my 1970s garage band, now a lounge act
Chilling roots. A competent Bodhisattva,
you describe Adonis at fifty-something.
Total ice. Incredible. Only genius
covers the Eagles.
String guitar, a salient old perspective
claims the high road. Holy of Holies, hear me.
Count your minions. Carry the sonic proxy
out of our future.
Crank your manic destiny, Haines and Tug Boat.
Slack becomes your adamant Dylan medley.
Larry Fix, your name is an astral 6 train.
Hail to the Fender.
Solid ghost, pretend to remind the gathered
ancients, hairless, vague, of the Minor 7.
None shall rise as few would dispute your glory,
Surrey down. Reveal to a static world how
angels wear your Dorian cherry hi-tops.
Call the game, O Surrealistic Pillow.
Surfeit the fallen.
Recited on stage to diners at the Perryville Inn, Perryville, NJ, August 19, 2011
Uphook Press’ 2011 anthology, titled -gape-seed-, is out with poetry by R. Nemo Hill, Gabriella Radujko, John J. Trause and Eric Alter. My “Death in Cal’well” is in there.
At the dedication of a statue
in St. Louis, July 29, 2011
Never mind the profligate’s storied priors.
Tax evasion. Federal teenage traffic.
Maybellene and Johnny B. Goode remember
who did the driving.
Dirty heat at Blueberry Hill this morning,
hear the root beer factory’s bang and choogle.
Somewhere Congress struggles to raise the ceiling.
Not in St. Louis.
Let the city councilman sleep til Sunday.
Let the cell phones photograph total strangers
rubbing bronze and ducking the lyric sidewalk,
touching the Gibson.