Archive for November, 2007
Friday, November 30th, 2007
Dream of Ignorance
Caught in quicksand
colors spill backwards to pigments,
common brown grains swirl fourth colors
in lands of Seuss.
Fixed, pool neither pushes or pulls,
unyielding its monstrous grip;
torture not to senses, rather
eternal lock & key.
My eyes wander, scouting barren
landscape–summer & winter
impression–grass strobe many seasons
like a coked wolverine.
Weeks pass in seconds
as if the grass consumed
steroids–Jack’s bean stock–now
blades part like a flattened [...]
No Comments » - Tags: beauty, David, dream, fear, ignorance by Joel Barker
Friday, November 30th, 2007
Silver Storm
Above my head, thick gray canopy looks like death
& its bellowing gurgle speaks to my book like death.
Pulling me under friendly tree, it occurs that I
am in more danger than before. Hooked by death.
A perfect illustration, poisonous clouds that have
never been witnessed–eyes uncooked by death.
So I weep for all who have been touched
by disintegrating mushroom [...]
No Comments » - Tags: death, reflection, storm by Joel Barker
Wednesday, November 28th, 2007
Led By A Star
As featured on the 2007 album, “tinsel,” by surplus population.
An update of a Psychedelic Alt-Rock Christmas tune that I originally wrote in 1994 as a title track for Young Diamond’s Christmas album of that year.
Out of the depths to You we cried,
“Do You know how we live and die?”
To see the answer You [...]
No Comments » - by sheckyMerman
Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
Fisherman & the Salmon
How can I get you–wish
not to be gotten? Can patience be the hook
to my line? Do I pull hard, quick & firm;
irritate stubborn fish–game? Are you
& river bounded; I
another fisherman to drown?
As you allow current,
bring me unknown.
“Eye of the beholder,” pairs
many–wish to behold–rooted to bank,
nylon cast….I wade. Lost
rod, water lap–you–see me
stand–cold [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: admiration, fish, fisherman by Joel Barker
Friday, November 23rd, 2007
The Other Side
I’m heading up a paved mountainside; it’s nearly straight-up and insanely, there is a dotted yellow line painted down the middle. My dashing steed is a white 1994 Dodge Neon. I’m halfway up and the engine is whining; it’s starting to sputter — gasping for relief. That beast of a hill takes over — can’t [...]
2 Comments » - Tags: koop by Andrew Koop
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007
Weary
Saltine dreams
Bird flu fills tomorrow
But my stomach will hurt regardless
No food
No money
Television national interview sorrow
Are you listening?
Am I?
Or is this just a rerun?
No sleep
Daydreaming
Drink until tomorrow
1 Comment » - Tags: julius by julius
Monday, November 19th, 2007
Nance Mustly vs. tinsel
Just in time for your holiday revelry…
The preposterously monstrous Christmas tree lounged in the corner, moored by guy wires to keep it from spilling joy all over the maple-planked floor. The band of renown (or of disrepute, depending on your view) was set up haphazardly among the lower branches. They were just getting [...]
2 Comments » - Tags: celebration, holidays, Mustly, nance, shecky, tinsel by sheckyMerman
Friday, November 16th, 2007
Whispers
There is a road,
a one lane road
(come)
that is paved with ruby blood.
I have walked it already
and am waiting for you.
It’s length is ten years,
ages of exorcism
(hell)
And the darkness of light,
where your best friends will be
Fear, Fury, Chaos, Void,
(love you)
the drowning of the dangerous
silence that threatens your peaceful
(torture)
existence.
Cover your eyes against the
dancing beauty
(venom)
and feel it strip [...]
2 Comments » - Tags: Brijida, poetry by Brijida Prano
Friday, November 16th, 2007
As It Is
Born with the glow
though nigh womb leaving
cleaving heart’s cache
lash humming song
wrong that write again
Zen stands forlorn
No Comments » - Tags: koop, poetry by Andrew Koop
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
A Robust Defense
Jesse Durabill lived in the basement. Inaccurate? Perhaps. Six-thousand W. Rambling Rd was hardly a residence at all. In fact, his only neighbors thought they were all alone.
Just a door in the floor — heavy and wooden with iron handles — it laid nearly flat 50 meters from the road. Tumbleweeds loped across the dusty [...]
2 Comments » - Tags: koop by Andrew Koop
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
Line Our Future with Hope
Forty thousand days and bodies of yet to come line our future with hope. If today is infested by demons and blessed by angels, then a ratio of greater or less will come tomorrow. But, there is a greater hope for blessings to outweigh the infestings; while every present day proves a more [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: balance, evil, future, good, past, present by Joel Barker
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
Neglected
Dear Friend,
Your beauty has been taken from
those many days you sat–waiting–behind
the front door. I longed
your companionship,
but you know how it is:
slave hours away,
caught in that awful, necessary
world.
Don’t ask why
you are still sitting
behind that front door. Flies
now wait with you
and when home, I bat them
in hopes they
won’t take you just yet.
I could not come [...]
No Comments » - Tags: friend, loneliness, neglect by Joel Barker
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
Jingoism
Leather strapped boots unsettle dust
that hitch on a desert breeze, splash
in children’s crying faces; I am frozen,
beat by bearing sun, a horrified statue
as if these children are weeping Medusas.
Men fall, bullets rapping against their skin;
barrels hot–mine cold–women kneel
by fallen husbands–my brothers do not cease.
Mothers, fathers, feel night’s cold;
children’s warm tears freeze on their bodies.
I hear [...]
2 Comments » - Tags: country, jingoism, patriotism, soldiers, war by Joel Barker
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
Renaissance
Cigarette dries in crimsoned oil,
a brush stokes across coarse tarp:
mirror of clocks, elephants, deserts;
Dali’s nude heaven.
Mirrors dissipate to windows,
bristles lay in cigarette’s bed,
a beret mounts a figure
behind plastic meadows.
Vertical iron rain rip
humpback mouth holes;
recant Kubrick’s stories.
A pen struggles to speak
Poe’s cries in urine stench
beneath busy streets. Alone,
black ravens bellow nevermore.
Pen falls, sheets rest,
fingers grip [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: admiration, art, torn by Joel Barker
Monday, November 5th, 2007
Subterranean Homesick Twentysomething
Is there anything so oppressive as expectation? Fuck. I don’t think so.
I remember when the world was my oyster. My fucking oyster. A shellfish waiting to be pried open, filled with goods for me. And there was no hurry for anything to happen. The oyster wasn’t going anywhere. [...]
4 Comments » - Tags: julius by julius
Friday, November 2nd, 2007
Neti
What is this glorious pot?
You don’t smoke it, but it finds its way through your respiratory system regardless. The effect is similarly intoxicating.
Air. Fresh, sweet air,
It’s like breathing for real,
But with water.
Maybe this is why fish don’t get sinus infections.
1 Comment » - Tags: sinus by julius
Friday, November 2nd, 2007
Airship
“Look at the size of that thing!”
“That’s what she said… hehehehe.”
Thom punched Sal in the arm. What a douchebag. Thom had always been mesmerized by airships as they came and went from the port by his house. As a child, he had wanted more than anything to captain one of the great [...]
