15 December 2008

Featured Poet: Jules Gibbs

“Instead of seeing,
we should make excavations in the eye; instead of hearing, we should juxtapose sounds
in an emotional clitter-clatter.”

— Wallace Stevens, “The Irrational Element in Poetry”


TUSSLE



Deep in the jejunum, factory
of post-vertebral reasoning,
a concordant tome

produces a quasar, a nolo

prow for the cocky free speech

of her conceptual A posse.

The historic nonstandard

of her one congratulatory chromosome

says: You’re blocked; he’s Virgo
as any jellyfish, recherch√©, hopes you’re free.


Volcano at fifteen, she’s a woman

by reprisal, catalyst

doing battle, unashamed

as an evening gazette corrigendum.

It’s like the last rational brain cell

whispering to a girl gone wild: Tussle,

you got some time —your future depends on it.


As many other girls have discovered
the hard way,
there’s nothing worse than creating
an expectation — then failing to deliver.






WILLKOMMEN


It’s so male, the road to Berlin,

so cognac and generous

with its prompts and sign-in

guidelines. Who here can explain

Rensselear aquatics?
Just do the notation—

in the parallelized loop variables
ii, jj and kk are private
to each thread
while n columns and n rows

are shared. Everything by definition:
boolean; ocean; chuff. A tycoon

with pretensions.

Wie lange bleibst du heir?

Empirical evidence says:

Let’s keep in touch.
Wait —

I almost forgot my greatcoat,

my shelter, my soup of maturity —





SALES PITCH No. 14:
IF YOU CAN’T REMEMBER, IT DIDN’T REALLY HAPPEN



We succeed in two vital areas:

toner and ink. Samples are being shipped

to your area now. Yes, it’s true

forgetfulness can be a symptom

of more serious problems: renal, miasmal,

the coming crash of civilization —


the government’s aware of all this —
how could I be wrong? Buns full fledged;

suppositories at your privation; bras


discounted; nicotine cravings cut.

Science has proven the human body

doesn’t have to age — you simply place

a drop in your drink, then

search/ chat/ flirt/ date.

She might say she’s glad to fuck you again,


but you can’t really evaluate a sentence
you don’t possess with your memory.

Go ahead, oink — please her many, many times.






PROTECTED SEA BIRDS OF THE BRITISH ISLES


Epic Alexander claimed the I

in Pythagorean, the too
in fervent, but not the lion.
You have the experience but lack

a proper university degree.

Still, with Sirius receding,

Salvador can mitigate.
Is it worthwhile to expedite

the asynchronous

retrieval of the redshank?

Let’s go check it out —





THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING DADA



How did we stumble upon
this chromatogram of web

recomendada, a dot-com

beautification project?
It’s abusable.
Try again, preponderant churchgoer —
I think I can help you work out
the fit, design and power

of your gingerbread sloop
and when all that is done

commit to the market-wise,
turn your passion into an empire.






THE TORTURE CHAMBER IS NO PLACE FOR AN OIL MAN



Our President is a euphemist, a midshipman
sailing a casket through La Femme Defoncer —

nationally, savagely. Someone wants to meet him.

With scherzo mirth the talking radio hums

strangulation and sunburn, sunburn
and acetylene distillate — a gas station collapse.


Danke fur Ihre Anfrage
, the sagging caliphate

explains the trouble to three level one employees
and then to our Overlord of Customer Service:
As we age, our bodies produce less and less of this, and this
is the very reason we age — ire, jaundice, fearful phylogeny — is it any wonder

people are turning to anti-gravity, sun microsystems, cremation?
For the next twelve weeks they will face
Spartan conditions, deprivation, tasks designed

to take morale to a breaking point.
(It is good to see the pieces of the puzzle
coming together one by one, a pigeon to forge the deal.)
The enquiry arrives like a sandbag
in the baptismal —

in his gotcha exit, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed
confessed,
and now he wants his fingers back.



















Jules Gibbs




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