kaina after (2002)

essay on 'ham

flowers of evil - a season in hell,
Rodin & Redon.
Mallarme alarms me,
as blue is blue

silk, skin, velvet, hair
mad monads
the juggling big, the clean-up poor
sex on sunday

never will
the depths i don't fathom
are we talking about love or marijuana?
or about kitchens?

a solution-prone flying cartoon heroine
the artists as somebody & supermundane
sometimes i'm indistinguishable from myself
in the feeding frenzy

the sun relaxes
like your ass relaxes
and a throw of dice even won't break chance


metanarrative

imagine
a transparent plastic dolphin-shaped lighter
with little flashing lights on the sides of its belly
red & green

incarnation at will


letter #257

in this another year of plenary egregation
from sammi rosenstock
to comrade lavrenty

to you too, loyal fugitive
we've come to this
heterogenous libations everywhere
fat of the land, mutton for the masses
picnic in the lebensraum
lovers embrace like frightened apes
it's an identity delicatessen here
everybody says things like 'karma'
'diabetis', 'outsider art' and 'non-profit'
while it's still the good old sunny days of infamy
drug-induced and superstitious
only the steppe and the decibels
only frangepani & lechery keep the interplay of poetry & illness
should we desecrate or desegregate?
on short notice
and in happy symbiosis with contradictions
or as they say it in iceland,
every man likes the smell of his own fart

yours truly, ps,
true, you can't awaken them - but you can put them to sleep


even know we

by & by
the discount visions
the cosmetic smut
and the wheels of non-governental profiling roll on
in-synch & off-key

our place
by & by finds us
somewhere, under
the blinkers, in the elbow room
things we are born with

regardless
that we walk thru life slender & legless
in a state of perspiration
to keep boredom going

we learn to deconcentrate
on a ceaseless tide of disinterested disinformation
by & by
and pick the juju-birds instead
any old residual interagency

and we pass thru turnstiles
like so many tired astrologists
and try to hallucinate
and by & by
what we hear we repeat


prayer of the dilettante
(probably for analysis)

i write like they say
sunfish & lionpig
headfat & wetwater
guilty for fun

i beat my father (silly) regularly
yes sir i do!
and i knocked off my glasses
and i default

the slug-infested weather
wind-sonorous
i would god prefer!
young mothers adulterously in love

save your sinks i will
pee in them
not bad thinker!
another brave frogman

covered in talcum from head to head
to toe too
and hey
like you prussia or not
don't let nobody tell you that you can't sing!


countyside
(plein air)

a solitary tractor rests
in the shade of two watertanks
the april wind's still cold


hormone-time
(pseudo-villanelle)

trees must bud and birds must sing
girls dress down to their miniskirts
another spring

the streets i walk, the linden i smell
girls dress down to their miniskirts
and i stare

girls dress down to their miniskirts
the beauty it is so intense & everywhere
it hurts

breasts are bouncing, juices oozing
i get high on smile, on smiles
i'm boozing
girls dress down to their miniskirts

an i know it's hard to say
where the what or what the way
so i obey

and with my feet i beat the time
accompanying the birds & trees & girls
their every line


her electoral body

was glowing
her abalone, her abdomen
even somewhat unused
but for her countenance

across from her others were liquifying too
an unautherized & inauthentic sadness
talking in poorly-plaigerized terms of verisimilitude
and in pseudo-illusions

potential retirees of the national guard
or bereaved union-leaders
they waved with their hands, no one knew
unwelcome or fareunwell

where a homely insurrection is spontaneous & obligatory
with gnarled-up wings but bits by bits & it took off:
"i'll show you a trick but you mustn't interrupt"
and one proceeded to chew up his beer mug

and soon it was as soon as hard to tell
how long the embargo in there on rationale
and although both tactically numerous
no thought failed to unmatch no vote

and the lay motions would have kept being cunningly ambushed
if her ripe electoral body had not left the table
but to exercise its inebriated rights while able


anti-requiem

my feet reach all the way to the wall if i so wish
technically speaking
and i, gregory j. mortimer waldheim, promise unsolemnly
throwing porcelain cups into the sea

statistical astrology
under the overpass
venus dolls & silver eyes
i mean it only diabolically

you have the right to remain silent
and i have the pictures to prove it
in the gossamer of eyes
i'm eager to develop an incompetence for love

my taxi dancer, who do you write for?
the fine difference between hirsute and pursuit
i want to change someone's / anyone's mind
just for a particular reason

big mama & floral foil
at the exact halfway point of one's life
the siberia of me
and there are lots of other things too


the rigours of advertizing

advertizing too
has its - hazards
not the least so in the third
world / where for once one's
ruining the very reason why one's
there in the first place;
the locals innocence & carefree days
their ignorance of business ways

you've gotta
put ads
in their heads
in their homes / on their walls
you've gotta
make them buy shampoo, cola, nike and madonna
so you can stay in their land
in exile from the very same imports

but most of all
they need to be told that
they need a new shrine in their wooden or tin huts
where when - it's hot or when it rains
they can worship western ways;
a tv to enlighten them
of their desires and needs,
the ultimate gift of our generous deeds


pink ode

hole hole, piece piece
would you say labia?
would you say anuses?
trofim would agree

barely out of holocene
our whole arse bare
flaunted & fluted
coyote licks his lips

unruly curves
pink flesh so dear
subtracting the love deficit
nipple & pin

blessed misuse
a game of poker
blood of a poetess
pollen's so poetic

lard & loot
jack rabbit neo-shaman
orange lard & pink
the kennel's been looted

i want your pin code
rightly so
i want to embellish you
striped or stripped

tailpipe zipper
elusive curfew
she send us her 'miss you's
pearls for pigs

and undesirably
or nahuatle girl squats
gel confiscated
watertower on fire


words of enthusiasm, exhaustion & rhetoric

right from wrong from start
some will tell
by the hearth of on the mantelpiece
recreational clemency & stray currents meander
by & large
bright embroidered strings hang from here respective nostrils

when you or me, dead or alive
when anonymous means unanimous
how do you tell outlandish from satellite dish
             from the sweet smell of cavendish

he is a divine liar
and with considerable & oneiric elan
our likeable anti-hero stand around somewhat aimlessly
what is he to do with his 'somewhat's and 'maybe's?
console panel in front of him
the usual user- & chaos-friendly

just another millenium
the impulsively reserved counter-dynamics
counting & reckless
the proponents of culinary defeatism
implicit or sexless

it stands to reason
it stands to unmagnetize
like baby-babbling from blunt birdcage


fat chance

i tell you how it is
all along
my linen smells of warmth
all along

lookie here
like lily events
like ding from dong & pro from con

unimitated contour of a sparrow
all my interests, naked, from anus to navel
to co-opt or pre-empt

do me favor
nine feet of cobwebs going up the whole height of the loo
exacting the toll

a one with convincing with exceptional
autonomy or anatomy
do you mind

i mean noise in latin
i mean should i mope 
(nope)

how does it bode for me
the minimal-editing
the right to write while others work

make it
lower, slower, & less eager
because of just because

untie my tongue
as clean as clean
can be, the sales pitch

attaboy, 
mad with nondesire -
unpulp my song


may every day

be like this past may day
whan i was lying in the sun / with a puppy
underneath my arm
really romantic - sort of
later
they told me that it was a vegan party
what did i care in the grass
i was into grass
and i got high, god i got high
i got so high i got low
and i went to bed thinking i would sleep it off
in an hour or so
then i'd be ready to socialize again 
to check out some of the vegan girls / if that's what they were

well vegan they must have been cause they had
all left by midnight - if that's what vegans do
and ate all the carrots too

what a fine way to celebrate / workers' day i
must have though -
and i did


education II

- "i don't want it!"
- "yes you do!"


proof & reproof

i know all about altitude
yeah, and prefectures don't spoil my nights either
so i gamble
i stand with my arms akimbo
and watch yet another cultural saga unfurl itself

you say derivative
i say superliminal
you say lynch clan loyalty
i say bicameral secaucus
meanwhile
but in reality
protein aporia spreads in the twilight

trends as manifold as objections
the heads of teenage girls charmed & charming
you can talk about pre-imbalance
you can talk about priorities
you cna talk all you want
all i want's
to unread the swarming neon insubordination signs


solution I

once i saw a guy - lying in drunken stupor
pull a chair over himself to cover up against the cold
without even waking up


write your own poem

hardly an insertion is too strange for me
tempo test
home hormone
personally i pay no attention to ads

sequentiality vs. causality
i let them battle it out
but i'll take your husband anyway
nerves like a pack of dogs

elsewhere decay is my beauty
august signs
indefinitely relative
common sexual underflowers

within the among
changing the outer child card
oh that healthy lipstick lipstick
flavored fishstick

it's a hollywood hospital
cooking yourself in & out of history
death of a calculator
cobalt green of greece

& get this!
we feed caviar to out flies
& everything pisses me off so nothing can go wrong


subcoital

the pedantic bail
by bypassing the penumbra
come get you anemone subsidies

it's a gingham dilemma
the surgical knickers
picabia didn't know any better

from one meditative position to another
do you fancy?
playing it out in the european arena

for a fan
adequate
forget the blue booby (trap)

whatever you convey
let the violin scream dispassionately
let it misdream

oh taut cathay
only you unplump me now
inexplicably
well i don't mind me if i do


rather, quite, somewhat & still

my only seratonin
in cleveland i also
& damn if he didn't jump us unaware
or the hectic mitigation
this here people i don't reckon
hoping to see her coming out of the bathroom
from tranquil pasture to coppice & back
your breasts are like my philosophy
it boils down to 
supporting walls or supporting acts
in & of itself
just you tell me
astonished is what you are not
there's even perhaps a little bit of sg in there
go ask jose

it's almost as if & indeed
in contradictions i believe


the old man & the slayer t-shirt

oh these my countrymen
are we a motley lot
& me the more

socks with sandals
jumpers over shirts
sneakers protruding from under long skirts
we are instant hippies
we are adorno in practice
his dream multicolored by an idiot

i'd like to exchange my pink lamp for a brown
& my brown one for a pink
what do you think?
whose car's bigger, whose cellphone's smallest?
we dreamwalk the streets sporting cheap cigarettes
cheap perfumes, fake jewelry & neon lycra underpants
oh land of bijou & kitsch
a nation
of low expectation
i love you, i love you not
the coffee's cold, the beer hot
but there's sugar & cream with both

the hairier & paunchier the belly the more of it's revealed
the less shapely the breasts the more seethru the dress
it's true
some perpetum mobile is made of plastic
some's made of gold
but i believe what i;m told:
if you have taste
what the hell do you need intelligence for


the pi root of odysseus

oh lesbian forefathers
mystery but history
sizing up & parcelled out
there is no other way of putting it

i pay my sympathy taxes
in reincarnational hypnosis
& in nano-blue
accordinlgly dingly

as far as it pertains
we act like extras
like extras we act
somewhat forgotten, somewhat unimportant

the impression's too either
on this side of either side of lightness
from iberia to siberia
we've much left to laserize

social picnic on the lawn
empires collapse & conspire
to demolest
but also none retards

my ex or ever
it's hot here but it's ok
that's what hot's for


nostalgy (for homesickness)

a glance from my passing train;
oh golden fields of wheat, giant green carpets of corn, 
     & the perky heads of sunflowers
you mean nothing to me


lament of the deceased taxpayer

in roman times i'm told / you had to pay a tax
that's if you weren't a roman / & i bet you wouldn't have been

Refrain:
and it wasn't just an option / they were serious too
i you didn't pay up / they would punich you

then came the christian church / & they sure wanted their cut
they would take cash or crop / anything you got

tartars and turks were next / & kings & feudal lords
they had their hands in your pockets / they had you in their holds

then there were the monopolies / & they were a nasty bunch
they worked you for peanuts / that was their punch

but this is the 21st century / & we are civilized now
taxforms are multi-lingual / & they don't take your pig or cow

& you can claim examptions / & there're loopholes for the rich
& even if you don't pay / they don't dump you off in a ditch

& even after you are dead / you can & must file a return
yet some people dare say / that the world doesn't turn


the ultimate price

sweet & fat & burly - like smoke,
like cowdung
a treat of a scene
: mental vaseline

persistant & ineffectual /
wisdom coppulates with desire
mussel & cashew -
an uneager inertia

i tell you it's not only not true,
, it's not even false ...
: salt & sugar & burnt & fat:
even if we haven't met

let me this little mystery explain
. behind her phenol veil
, the womrwood, the cloud-bath
at your own discretion

- everything drips like black honey
& i', just saying this for a show
. the cistern's full, the clerics gone
and people must have puddings!


storm spiritual

where turks were once defeated
but not at other times
i spied on rivers & their very curves
when the clouds commenced

well, the drummer he drummed
& the drum, well it rolled
and the castle stairs turned into cascade & cataract

so wet was i & waiting
a storm's a storm wherever you are
so i was just wet & waiting

then as the air among the trees became exuberant
some stray dogs softened
& all was well /
i knew
else or otherwise

sound & sand
if you keep at it
snapping black eyes
like an island
in dishonored glass
and in imperfect smoking ratio
thus the laugh-away life
designed by poverty
thus to disabuse yrsf of the staunch vision
staunch & mouldy
& of an enviable height
'tis a hard swallow
with or without
or for fear of empathy
while we empathize with fear
the outside is closed tonight
& i can't all accommodate


the candle & the moth

oh poinsettia, oh inamorata
what can i say?
by & large
it always comes down to
undertoken or overcome
btu what of that? there's so much
to contruct & exult
and the initial results are promising
mingus & marcuse
so you can keep, so i wnat not
your furnace or plantation


project food for sex

cigarette in one hand, penis in the other
i find honesty so demoralizing
and it ain't like that brother

to desin/
tangle from all the endorphin
show me your pretty teeth
of philantropic nepotism

you can unframe her & then
you can uncore her even
the music & the serpent will still remain

the double entendre of moral & rational
cna always provide their unsubtle interplay
for a backdrop
for the republican in you

my fine definitely sister
i raisse the mental stakes
while patriarchy still rages on


snow white & the coca cola

just the figure of a girl
just a figure of speech
on top of a rusty oil barrell
in green & pink
playing with her industrial lubricant
it's pretty, pretty - but not ugly enough
i, too, a little happy
a fine one to talk
in the valor of the parlor
shaved lips helplessly open
i, too, a sow to be milked
so guide my convolution
so help me mud

but also / must we / as such

be the enigma foretold or inflatible
it's the selfsame trump:
por me some water on me ass
with some finesse
shiny coordinations interpenetrate
or the bionic buffer snaps
like the distribution of labor
i take, you give
the distribution of love


a poem (as a rose) for emily

i'm not sure i believe in singing
but surely not in melody
in the sense that is

i'm never preoccupied
you haven't a mind to
he done peddled it none
in their self-righteous notoriety

beached or ambushed but not weeded out
the semi-self logic-proof reiterations
following their sublimely careless route
unravel according to

a proximate sense
honestly
think of it not as a book but as a picture
i'm so relaxed i let my thong hang

out / call it what you will, island of broken glass
a tale too wide
but just like wind can make a crowded beach feel lonely
so the idea of communicatoin is incomprehensible


this is how we live here

we were just sitting here smoking & quoting milk
professors to so much (so many) assorted unorthodoxy
& somehow always pre-late
this time overtaken by very very fast food
growing a culture of asymmetry on our bruised egos
& we braced up against the principle of principle interest
no birds of prey, hardly vultures, from our perch
we looked
askance & to astound & surely superficial
but only below the surface
we held we held the moral / leftover
& the right to it
while we were surfeited from the spunk-filled lobster of history
hereforth fortunate in catching the pleasure of falling
by all means unmind
our individual patterns checkered by an iffy maffia
with innocence in a sense
we opine our furiously coffee-laden tables
& try to overunderstand
like so many folk mathematicians
well, this is how we live here
west of balkan, east of the alps


lily adder

she's no lady, lilly adder
no dappled thing
the milk's cold in her blue-veined udder
they say

capable of all the other
objections
she's a self-sow with a message
tremendous

don't smoke or bark just burn & bite

yet all the fidgety tongues
of the town
only wag about her tight thong's
panty line

she prances down any old street
easy-assed
like the objects we invest with
nondesign


empty aspirations

we outmale each other
shouting about the fulcrum
& how sy should bring a winch
& unhinge sg or sg else with ti

we hide our scantily dressed pseudo-objectives
behind other equally scantily dressed ones
& they suite as mao suits as we fumble around in them
with all the individuality of so many chinamen

we stand at this social disjunction
sanitary & ergotonic
gallantly dispensing collective disponsibility
& all the while act real civic

the wires hardly hold it up again
put together & banged up a bit
we are custodians of the selfsome recycled dream
wanting this or that for random reason

we wish, desire, crave & plan
with protozaic imagination
oh but with relentless self-doubt & -confidence
in relevance

& in expiration
let's get out of here
'tis a strange place


  nothing snaps
(here's the thing)

a life at art
he art in sex
nothing snaps

corpse of a cow
a logical coup
co-anarchy (for you)

king of / en mass
all about us

here's the thing
there someself proudly 
there & well-self-misunderstood

precious little
the order of things
the order of the day

six ways to sunday
just like that
just in case


renaissance sky

racin gto the ground ni lacy patterns
straight rays pierce, nuance your colors wild
while you hook yourself from the sky
like cloud props borrowed from paintings

who do you hang there for?
suspended in a thin texture of distant bird cries
not for the tiny figures      broken &
bending over the land, toiling to mend it
not for the quaint picture
the red strip of rooftops below the horizon
with its stray belltowers rising to crenellate it
not for the faint smell in the air
where the memory of manure
& the smoke of mouldy kitchen-fires linger

i think you are just / jealous
of that 200m worth of unwound mute magnetic tape
drifting in the idle wind
sizzling its thin song to your fluffy ears
but i don't care
oh jaconda & golconda
prop clouds of a renaissance sky
as long as you guide & channel that brilliant resentment
all the way from behind you
to the very edges


order

unself me!
the rest i will unvoice!
in either order


second fiddle

i like to second things, i like to add
little details, to clarify, to correct,
to deviate from the original flow
lightly, but mostly to follow

i play the second fiddle
& i paly it hard
in an orchestra of one
half-heartedly but by heart

about everything i claim to know
in moot comments that i prefer
systematically simultaneous
& compulsively circumstantial

i play the second fiddle
half-heartedly but by heart
in an orchestra of one
& i play it hard

i've hardly a preference for special places
i adjust my ways to situations & people
i swim thru life without bumping into things
how convenient that i'm pisces

i play the second fiddle
the first don't appeal, nor the third
it's just that this is the way
i want my voice to be heard

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