Monday, August 3, 2009

Shift+F7, results pending.

Her first man was still a boy
when abstract nouns were
finally grasped
at the age of five.

When abstract nouns were
staking out virgin terrain
at the age of five,
love came first, spelt L-O-V-E,

Staking out virgin terrain,
him and her holding hands in photographic contracts,
love came first, spelt L-O-V-E.
Later came falling out of, burned by, suffering from unrequited etc etc.

Him and her holding hands in photographic contracts,
legality unknown, records lost.
Later came falling out of, burned by, suffering from unrequited etc etc.
Disillusion is spelt A-H, ah.

Legality unknown, records lost
of her second man, the great failed love.
Disillusion is spelt A-H, ah.
The end of disillusion is spelt tears, T-E-A-R-S.

Of her second man, the great failed love -
he charmed birds off trees -
the end of disillusion is spelt tears, T-E-A-R-S.
Sex is a concrete noun.

He charmed birds off trees
onto marble shoulders:
sex is a concrete noun,
but he was of denser stuff.

Onto marble shoulders
she tried to carve her kiss
but he was of denser stuff.
When satisfaction was too late arriving, she left.

She tried to carve her kiss
on the third, the fourth, the n-th numbered man.
When satisfaction was too late arriving, she left.
Loneliness is spelt with too many letters.

On the third, the fourth, the n-th numbered man,
she tested love's awkward grammar:
loneliness is spelt with too many letters,
she needs an antonym.

She tested love's awkward grammar,
finally grasped
she needs an antonym:
her first man was still a boy.





Sunday, August 2, 2009

Whalesong

There are whales in my ear canal seas.
Your toxic sonic overspill is
hiking up beaching fatalities:
doubling, tripling, quadrupling.

Your toxic sonic overspill is
disorientating my whales. Interference
doubling, tripling, quadrupling
in cubic units of irresponsibility,

Disorientating my whales. Interference
unwanted, undesired, unacceptable.
In cubic units of irresponsibility,
you have breached your limit.

Unwanted, undesired, unacceptable.
Hush! It's calving season.
You have breached your limit.
Turn down the volume.

Hush! It's calving season.
My whales are struggling, still born.
Turn down the volume.
Clean up your sonic waste.

My whales are struggling, still born.
For all our sakes, STOP!
Clean up your sonic waste,
respect public aural space.

For all our sakes, STOP
hiking up beaching fatalities:
respect public aural space.
There are whales in my ear canal seas.