Five
Poems by Bill Evans || Author's Links |
Ok, Listen The job is killing Me, no Being me Or me Being you Who will Play us In the movie? Dot to dot Molecules Tongue and Groove souls Being famous Some star Taking his or Her shirt off But is it Art? And who cares? O wily audience I mean, you do We do, being Caring people Half-dead, half Deadly, but the Other half alive! And that's the half I am addressing at This present moment Don't go away; we'll be Right back! Right after This word from our Commercial sponsor… I shall now sing A song - O Run like hell The future is Out there, a Giant television Fashion orders From the Gap Everybody in Pilgrim clothes Everybody naked Pressed between Pages - damn, I Always meant to Write that book first And I ask you, what Happened? What Shoot me, occurred? Anyway, we missed it Being painfully occupied Always wooing when we Should've been thinking Always thinking when we Should've been wooing Or thinking about wooing Or not thinking, woo-less Un-wooable, de-wooified Everybody In prison Clothes Antarctic Swim wear Everybody In cans Dreaming Robot dreams Our donut Theory of Radical Accomplishment "Is it a circle Or a zero?" "Mine's got Sprinkles!" "My what big Teeth you have Granny!" "Oh, really…" Children We are Stories And we Do not last Deep luck And mystery Energy, get over it You only know Where you Can go Those You don't Choose, choose you And I love best What loves me Opening at theaters soon, then closing Sincerely, you can quote that My Masterpiece Of course, I was somewhere else As the glorious event Was just getting started Don't mind me, I thought Washing out the coffee pot I am absolutely nothing If I am not thorough After various risqué And modern adventures I like an ordered home Because home is where you hang Your hat, where the hats Hang their heads, where the heart is Hung on the family Meat rack, hang out With your friends, that is If you have any - The pistols locked tastefully In their decorative display case Beneath the mounted noggins of our personable forbears So I will take the world Thanks, with sauce Tape a naked Iceland to an Available sarcophagus Surf the big waves With the big dogs For the big thoughts Big (not!) Big feeling in the details Of our mystical estrangement Big shot, big fuss, big mess, big bridge, big buildings, big orphic cubism… Big New York City to you, fiery pilgrim Big mouth, big plans, big deal Ode to Joan for Leelee Sobieski Not being a vision Doubter myself, I Also have been chosen To command misfits Drive the English Out of France Drive the English Department Out of Wrecking Poetry! Transform serious Loser energy Into fearsome love… Or whatever, O Leelee of Arc In Times Square - Big movie star head And a suit of armor Tall girl, in heels According to Selena O we have seen miracles On our TV's, but I didn't Watch all of it; I watched Some of it: evil bad guys Humble village folk, loyal Blind kid, skanky dauphin Peter O'Toole as the rotten Representative of a corrupt And powerful religious oligarchy O damn them all Leelee, excuse me, Joan Fierce teenage kick-ass virgin warrior Whose heart was so pure, it refused to burn And died, can you believe it, forgiving everyone… But not me, like History, I keep grudges And as an artist, I plot revenge The nourishing of scars, the Nurturing of petty and vindictive swipes A heart so positively flammable Ouch, it carries warning labels (Deep tequila charged with dark vanilla -) (Packs a wallop and then some -) Listen, I am not a saint And there is no God But if there were As statistically Improbable as His or her taking Any kind of interest In French politics… For the record Praise wild Belief, praise Hacking off One's hair And wearing Roguish clothes Praise risk, praise Bearing one's standard Praise the very record And the preposition "for" For joyous are the mysteries Brought to us by television For the flames Were real And the feet Were hers The people Needed her Modern Adventures To begin at the end And move backwards Sweet battery Of knockout Burnout energy Lookin' like a hero In a textbook mirror With the strength of Ra! All the way From out there To in here I'm betting everything On everything, always, alas It is, and It isn't It should be But won't The glass Half naked Or half clothed That's something… For what is important Is rarely Comforting Both speaker And receiver A collage of masks O flatterers of massive Anxiety and sex appeal Suddenly, I Ask for shit And I get it Go figure… So one becomes The instrument Etc. And so forth "Patricia, I was stoned!" As virginal as spring Another loser king At the seasonal roulette table I don't know Rock star Performance artist Blur of dreamy hair Across a neon heart, whatever But will it play On Mars? A far cry - Check your Basket of kisses For prize upon entering The very symbols You are wearing Suit you perfectly Sure, a lot is fake We'll want Those, too! Believe it if You must, or Because you do Oh yeah, and Another thing NOT SEARCHING, FINDING… The great sap rising From our fiery Technology We don't need Further training We need passion, vision I stand by my philosophy No Comment You're either in Or out And you Can't run A tab - Are you With me? We'll Discuss My fee later So unfashionable To say this We should be So lucky… Pretty pirate boys And wonder Girls with Pistol-whip aplomb Rockin' Buddhas On the dash of an Available party-van Hell, we all Have thoughts We all speak The Language First you get to Be the door And then you Knock on it - People, shit transforms… And not to mention Feelings, sure Feelings - Everybody's Got some Very sleepy or Alert, unbelievably Horny with pert Significance Conspicuously cognizant In the grand tradition Of erstwhile and cellular molecular division And I'm not complaining See also "snogging" Do you take Lessons Or a pill O charm School Drop-out Just another Has-been who Never was/ Cut your Head off For love We thank you for existing at This locus on the time-line It hasn't always been fun Slimy, fiery, crawling from The sea - restless evolution Towards affordable real-estate Versus ever-present fake-estate Entertainment, extermination Extinction, the sex thing, networking… Which brings us To the check Fraught with Positive attention Payable in Souls to Bearer on Demand - No kidding Spend the body And the spirit flows! Plus a juicy Tip: buy Dear, sell cheap Sealed oh so humanly with primate kisses Tip my cap, and we're gone |
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