Summer of Rage Rough Draft

Summer of Rage: a youtubed set of poems. heres the first 21 as an ice breaker.


I.
Blades for fingers
itching at the butterflies that pass
in secession, withdrawal
a carving of porcelain skinned temporal portals
canvassing as far as existence
as if these reflecting fingers were
guardians

II.
draped in the skulls of those who
passed
in a patchwork of lobes and birthmarks
and eyelids for wings
sculpting a pewter monument
a note to self if you will

III.
pillows
creased with drowning remembrance of
unnerved heavens and hells
filled with a symposium of stratagems
all with a central tendency, were beat
ruffled, in an organized oscillation
as to break disunity

IV.
personification
a poisoned entrée brought by a heavy set waiter
walking slow on the domino colloquiums of time
consequential courses of discussions
ear say to the feet making a shaking set of planks
walking slow behind Coup d’etat and before tattoos
a place late to be conned, and fused with early
mourning

V.
the ground lied
a wake, an Orpheus of escaping phosphorus
the ground lied on Alice shoveling her groveling
disheveled personage as high as branches shelving
shelling hoards of root and granite
the ground spoke in the tongue of displacement
where a few bad times born of earth tore the sky
and in its frayed grey glory
it cried over Alice in clays
shunning the butterfly in her hair into exile

VI.
a crane was nested in distance
it spent its days dabbing on the sky
a fragile canvas sewn by the sons of
mountains and daughters of the dust
where ends begin ending and beginnings
are the only incompetent tenants that
republicans tack, marker, garner a destination
at a distance

VII.
a girl from ipanema
had a support ribbon on her shirt
and it read nothing
and being willing to try anything they
began to bargain about something
disillusioned by the walk to halfway
they thought they had discovered everything
but began to suffer as tolerance does
to most suffocating suffixes
cru suffixation

VIII.
writing on a block of inc
coperated corporal shapes of copper
priced persons crafted by visions tell
e that sesame street has only taught
about a wrought drought
the dry sands of paternal enslavement
write a letter to the rest of the letters
not resting in piece, those words, sentenced
to not become an accomplice to the
communism of communication

IX.
dichotomy
on a boat made of highlighters
he tried to single out, and get his point a
cross
jesus, the trip was a long walk on liquid
elaboration is disease harvested only by flies
its hard to see the meaning of life
on a river of corps’s

X.
an unemployed summer raged
into the office of season and took a number
as a function of time over death
the rage left many tethered red
pulsing with shut arteries until the oxygen
steamed through their pours
they lasted until morning
before they had nothing else to do with their lives

XI.
mechanochemical synchronies distilled
into symphonies to sell cells
sickles
whore if you would will your earnings
to your oldest child
with a face made of hands you
try to save face by folding early
however consider the pleasure derived
from decay maximizes over tiempo
as the fingers move thumbs covering
your brow, you bow
out

XII.
the boulevard of broken screams
has nothing on my block
desolate row home is where any
hatter is mad at the sicks winged who
can paint, right away a better day
merely from lidded eyes and pillows
to scatter plots of blocks even write now
its no wonder I look odd grouching about
under lids

XIII.
the coast was crystal
while a man with diamond eyes
rode figure eights in the stony brooks
wrote of figures which ate the dust
and another one writes the
surplus of what another story was
built on
there are towers as far as the I
can sea

XIV.
Mark, a punctual man of his period
Was quoted eventually as a man in question
For parenting bastard theses
Questing away on a dash of asterisks
Using language as a vehicle to heckle
A point across largely unheard of in small circles
One which was slashed as dysmorphic
An exclamation of changing times chained
In a secession of selves as if
Brackets

XV.
Be my friend
Wrap me up into small talk largely depended
On the last remaining poem heard
Hearts drawn in the connecting dots of i
-rise: is there meaning or is it just an ellipse
Help me dichotomize patterns
Lets personalize our page as up to date
Kept sea creat
U res olution is a revolution in my chest
Pirating tyranny sited in my webbed skeleton
We can televise it if you want to
Give and take

XVI.
Seclusion loves company
Charters and other persons
Busy anes thetizing the competition
Of hues strewn from earth arching
Over the firmaments of fundamental
Realism
Seems to exile the abstract for seman
Ticks carrying a lime wired explosive
Disease, understand
Quarrel loves quarantine

XVII.
She hung her breasts up for the night
Areolas became a function of time because space
Was being arrested for development
The space between such firm words had become
Less handy, further out of speech to tongue at
Far from the rocky mountains of sofas
In a place where caves and clubs were
Two peas in a pod

XVIII.
It came
Walking through walls like windows
And smelled of wonder licks
Bathed in language and three times distilled
To boycott idioms as if an iconoclast
Its dominance parlayed
Pervaded as if an aroma
And it deciphered
In a raptorial kind of way

XIX.
If you could please insert your city
Hear
Fill in the blank
Et statements you have for ears

XX.
He stood in cement sentiment
Solid oppression pressing on his
Shirt
Words
“I love collage”
Combination was just all the rage

XXI.
V
When in roam burn it down
It isn’t for vendetta, or the beginning of visa
Which is your end
And not to be confused with video
Which ended the radio star
Fuck: Virgina, Henry the V- (and the V II for the matter), Ve, Vu
Forget: versus, vital and vial, viral
Stop using the twenty second letter,
Don’t put it back to back to make U (the
Middle ages were a croc regardless),
V is for vociferance and only it.
Lets start a word, a war
Worth fighting four