July 12, 2009

Notes on Neda
















It was an incidental second,
a (post) tacit embrace.
Between eyes and hidden from view,
it predictably delivered the bear's chest:
a supreme teddie on a blue body.
What a crude calling.

The martyr is uploaded in a private release.
Symbol-studded streams suddenly appear,
chanting from inside the black bear.
Inject context. Somebody come and wail.
Twitter misfires and refers to the unclear.

Walking man comes back into view,
trafficking in means, typically embraced,
of phantom sources of foregrounded fables.
Behind the mourning, on the outskirts of explanation,
a first man interprets, while another curses.

The leader calls, the men kneel.
It's heartbreaking, he said, the second of three, 
on a merciless afternoon of planned poetry,
exporting a patented position intended to expel
the raw, the physical and searing beat of the particular.

April 22, 2009

The fabulous articulate
















To average out
the incredible something,
to make sure to think 
the consistent same 
throughout, 
to not know 
the perverse why, 
even with eyes closed, 
and to not choose from 
the honest before, 
is, for me, well....

Is it fair to say that
to fabulously articulate,
with heavily modified sayings,
facts not yet finished 
presents, with normalized certainty,
the unconsidered priority?

April 19, 2009

Five Quarters






















I think the need
to be where
it feels
like a test
enables a bit
of the other hand.

But when you know the hand,
when the focus is really on
performing the steps
to assure the support of
an existing position,
then it leads me, sort of,
to force the ratio 
between 
stress and capital.

Nobody is looking
to de-leverage the test.
The thoughtful idea is that
you need to look,
to be in a position
to lend five quarters,
literally.

But stripped of appropriate focus,
the economy of stress
tests the levels well.
Capital enables capital
and you are the capital
and they have got you
where you are,
supporting the stronger side.

April 4, 2009

Massive Particular






















I think the place of
the massive particular
is at the summit of
effective crisis,
and I would say it's an
inadequate convergence
between
a point and a set.

I actually think that
looking backwards
to identify blame
demands risks.

But, if you look,
I mean, regulate the look,
in a way that ensures form,
then what emerges is a world
of integrated derivatives,
which, I think, is a world
of enormous consensus
and true product believers,
who can anticipate
the sure thing
and capitalize their lot
from within a system
of regulated contraction.

April 2, 2009

Icon Campaign





















Show your gratitude.
She does not step forward.
Still black woman
comes at a price.

A thousand faint champions
launch icon campaign,
smothering some day,
however close,
with dimwitted mythology.

Tell the world,
tell your defenders,
milk the blogs,
support the dissertations.
The passionate something must be ignored.

Cranky anonymous
boycotts denials and
wraps her attacks
in her own defence.
In a cocoon of reason,
she skips over
the protective border
and is met by the pedigree,
who do for her
what she has pointedly tried
to do for herself,
in a place
that does not exist.

March 16, 2009

Diamonds















If I start to descend
a kiss on the hand
may in the end
help a girl's dice bend.

But a lass needs a Winston,
and a pear-shaped back,
when they lose their love of fighting.

There may come a time
when little pets and big baguettes
are better bets
to keep you laconic.

But beware those affairs
that are strictly platonic,
a square-cut man
is not a girl's best friend.

Time rolls on and
duels lose their charm
and they won't pay
the rental on your flat.

There may come a time
when you're awful nice
and glad to talk to Harry.

It is then the louses
think you're grand,
and you stand straight
at Tiffanys.

But when mean affairs
are a girl's best friend,
a lass needs a lawyer
and a hard-boiled employer.

March 15, 2009

History













zest for a second
among twelve idol flashes
command performance
talent is granted.

surface glamour sets
the famous something
two hundred tantrums
golden say has ended.

dollars found star life
under used marriage bed
of played circumstances
of dimming appeal.

twenty-three performances
screen dreams on the side
foster received favorites
history is dead.

March 10, 2009

Pleasure Podium



We are a united world of people not looking.
We live free from dreams that know limits.
We speak in official dialogues.
Take your questions to the others, please.
We summon essential energies, role-playing the ideal.
Our commitment is to the shadows,
to undermining the vital other.
We worship reflected values, because
belief has never been our security, 
but an enshrined aside, an accepted tyranny.
We will be judged over time by the leaders we rely on.
And when you soil our cause, we will report you
from our pleasure podium.

December 29, 2008

Thank you for this honor
















December 1, 2008

The last few weeks have been very difficult for me.
I thought often of the future and of the circumstances
that are determined to face me, at all costs,
here in America. I thought of my renewed standing in
the world, as a force for positive change and as a
dedicated servant to the global public. And I thought
of my fate, forged in the reeling crucible of the daunting
state of mind of America. I believe I cannot have what
I have promoted for this new century in this new
America of we.

I will continue to serve the elected leaders of our
great country, but I seek a new role serving higher ground
using language founded on half the ideal. I will be leaving
the Senate, the place of the afraid, and those who muster
threats speaking their relentless crisis cause to the protected
interests with more American partners and fewer American
adversaries, and with more dangers and fewer freedoms and
liberties for all Americans. I see home elsewhere.

So prepare for me with honor, my foreign fellows. Cherish
all of my want. God Bless You.

November 19, 2008

Not Coming



















She could do aggressive well, but
she did the Prince absolutely.
She just went around you.

She has his piece so
she could handle you, and
of course, she could be another woman.

She didn't oppose acting and
she didn't hug Machiavelli.
She just went at it, laying thought, talking.

She is not prologue,
she is permanent reason, and
trust me, she is not coming.

November 17, 2008

Everybody's Middle


















They wanted child president
selling everybody's product
to the terrific middle, because
they can afford guess off,
spending decent points
towards a rich American end.

They called maybe-sure people
to decide when they can buy
everybody's money, and now
money shot the reason dream
and everybody's middle
in the month of America.

October 26, 2008

Man the Polls

















We’re going to test this guy easy, looking brilliant to believe it.
We’re going to elect with said, a lot of Yo! sound.
We’re going to need your loins, at least four.
We’re going to influence scenarios, asking tough decisions.

Remember, we’re about your God now.
Withstand or else.

Why you know, they’re going to stick us in the stables.
Whoa. Wait a minute.
They’re going to be sitting there, two years from now,
polling faith, because they’re going to need crisis capital
and markets of willing colleagues they like.

Oh my.

Remember from where you reinforce your problem.
It might originate there, literally forgotten.

He’s going to generate a crisis with words not apparent.
He’s going to point at you and falsely promise to not remember
old America, because he’s going to mark you humble and not
significant to gird your added value.


I think I can, if you can, be left standing.
No. We're all going to ride this down.
Man the polls!