Sonnet Commemorating a third Giant-Jellyfish Invasion, occuring in July 2009

Nomura named these creatures. Now,
Nomura-named, slow-wild
lethargy leaves its mild
unmoving path across yellow.

Littered ocean staff with white
stems and heads. Some wandering bass
offers his aria, porpoise play-laced,
pours his breath into breathless audience-sky.

With acrid reach and warning, the nightmare
migrator sheer-sizes and resistlessly
prowls, unhindered by the surety
of man, if not forward-spurred!

Praise to these juggernauts of the Sea of Japan,
and to force without mind with so great a hand!

Catalysis

did you plant a field of what
matters protect it from crows
organize irrigate it with water
till soil until it breathes
and
did you start a forest fire
flicked cigarette embers and
let it seethe until each tree
wore peacoats of orange red
and
did you set a glacier moving
across canada carving land into
its likeness jagged made lovely
and white and so slowly free
and
did you set orbits orbitals
planets electrons where greedy
and overburdened stars and nuclei
alike jostled madly color-changed
and
did you spew ideas into the dark
to cause fear joy eels mating love
not love unlove the making near of us
infect this unlonely universe with light
and
if you did do you now do you know why

Satan's Little Lemur

I command, Speak your spinal humor,
fanged, fingernailed and nailed!
Poor lemur, now your curve is
likened to your heel-crushed
contemporary, or compatriot perhaps?
Maiden-thrust to the wall, no doubt,
Your missing penis-bone astounds!
Aside: I have one query, here,
Did you find her little heart?
Was it dappled red, and did it beat?

Tag

"Here you go." I handed one of my partners
a pear. I had conquered it five minutes before
at morning market.
"How was this morning's run?"
"A few young ones were gone quick,
like normal. The bird was a bit later than usual,
so its got a head start. I saw one middler who just
got unlucky." I winked. I avoided apples.
Everyone went for apples. I liked pears more anyway.
"Bravo. Anything special?"
"Pulled a loaf and a beer, we'll split 'em."
"A month tomorrow, man."
"I know, little worried, I've heard when you're not it
for enough time, you run out of something you get
every time the bird picks you up."
"What happens then?"
"Dunno, scared to find out though."

Somebody must have Fucked a Crone

Gnarl-skinned, knocked up,
and wither-scrying to earn,
ennui-combat-boots and trailer-trash
flame encrusted head.
Clutching cans of whatever,
Three white periods end, or interrupt
her gently widening smile.

Blindness, Deafness

This is water, W-A-T-E-R.
This means what, her eighteenth?
This hat, it's menswear.
This light! Unbearable!
This man's overweight.
This land, your land, mine.
This time, with your left hand.
This kind of work is tiring.
This stark portrait, in it
This lame beggar prayed that
this day would be his last, saying
"This, too, shall pass."
This tall glass, should I?
This court should respect
this common right of people.
This population, third-world, caused
this unexpected economic push.
This revolution ousted the corrupt.
This beast generally behaves.
"This," she interrupts, "seems absurd,"
This disappearance, find the cause.
This color cannot be the one for
this room, forty by twenty by twelve.
This loud noise won't be tolerated.
This pillow goes well, though.
This ugly mug. You don't like
this rug? No, that's fine, I said
This mug, this M-U-G.

Seven Men Read Newspapers in a Field, Circularly

Line by line, each one's eyes
slowly rolled over stories.
Undulating like the weeds
and greenery they sat on,
floored perhaps, by terror
or boredom (or fatigue, who
knew that endless back-and-
forth well enough to tell?).

Crumpling, rising, for a moment
they lost their loneliness but,
being far too late to fall in love,
had to return (remember, shoes for
the baby) home. And a lucky flower
sprung up and so pretentiously
claimed the land they'd kept.