Charm A Sacred Nun

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‘Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate… but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different  and more things than the others; after all, he is dead in his own lifetime and the real survivor’. Kafka, Diaries, entry: 19th October 1921

You are such a lazy MOOC
You are such a lazy pretty MOOC
Insurgent MOOC to the rescue!
Garbled data MOOC on Saturday morning when you should be reading the news
Insurgent indigenous MOOC babes at rest
Or restaurants
As managers and servers alike
Free Fiona MOOC
Free Winona MOOC
Free MOOCs
You are such a sexy sexy MOOC
Riot in the MOOC house
Frat MOOC
Liberty fraternity MOOC
Don’t tase me MOOC
One taste of MOOC and you are a changed man

Don’t want to be less than nothing something Don’t want to be more than something something don’t want to be some thing some thing nothing more than something nothing wants to be something sometimes springtime some thing nothing in particular want to be something other than in the time of the Romans were hysterical builders have built something out of ruins ruined my madness ruined something ruined nothing ruined archaeology ditto anthro ditto math ruined spring with desire ruined desire with nothing in particular. Patricia? Because they were marching and sad, they had no goodness to have the patience of 1,000 Zen masters due to a lack of craft Pack the horse with metaphor Feed it April’s birds Say something nothing sometimes we are happier than this something which is the logic of the age we live in saying brings flowers but not always brings something sad to the table The cards on the table were stacked against the hedges were bound to their bodies and they would not listen Something in the air which was ageless and dressy Something sad you say but really you are just joking like the memory of my sadness made me no less fierce I was walking and wrote a song but then it was nothing. nothing because I am so hedged against the ruin was shaking ruined the foundation called anthropology and had no goodness.There were gems in the corner To touch one was something spectacular I was totally taken in the shore harbored fugitives wanted to be bailed out but didn’t think I’d appear as nothing in particular and touching the edge of the poem,I felt relief Something in the air that spelled out my name in nothing in particular Sand or Sandman or Sandy Hook or Sandy Denny or San knew nothing all along was a dwindling particular and all so imaginable that we couldn’t resist taking bomb shelter was moreover a Verbspring The last one In the UAE in CARS In the Haha is cold and unreasonably timed The bomb shelter of Modernism caved You grow green because you are an antique the way memory can remember nothing about you in particular you were  a cave that could only be carved with money became giddy in my money body maybe not to remember that you can’t stand my money body because I am less than the money body and I live in The last thing I remember how to use my antique memory for sure that is called data and I am counting on all the nothing in particula gathering like a a misspelled string of words: Coup d’atat.Metdata Lunna Lluanda Perge. Feilds Firewulls Werk

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Songs of Innocence and Experience

I am doing a re-telling of the Songs of Innocence and Experience but I’m not going in any particular order. I hope to gather all of my re-tellings of the Songs of Innocence first in a small chapbook. Hopefully, I will be able to follow through with this project. I woke up early this morning and wrote this poem which is a rewrite of “The Shepherd.” 

The JetBlue Steward 

How sweet Steven Slater’s voice on the intercom 

from morning to evening “sit down, sit down.”

He shall follow his instinct, grab two Michelob

beers, slide down the inflatable plastic chute.

And his tongue shall be filled with Hilary Baribeau,

 21-year-old student who denies reports 

she is the abusive passenger.

For he hears  the charges before him: criminal mischief, 

reckless endangerment,criminal trespass, and he hears 

his own tender reply: “I’m done.”

The Echoing Green

for Joseph Massey

 

The sun does arise at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

And make happy the skies at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

The merry bells ring at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

To welcome the Spring at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

The skylark and thrush at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

The birds of the bush at Bed, Bath and Beyond

Sing louder around at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

To the bells’ cheerful sound at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

While our sports shall be seen at Bed, Bath and Beyond

Old John, with white hair at Bed, Bath and Beyond

Does laugh away care at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

 Sitting under the oak at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Among the old  folk at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

They laugh at our play at Bed, Bath and Beyond

And soon they all say at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

‘Such, such were the joys at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

When we all—girls and boys at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

In our youth-time were seen

at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Till the little ones, weary at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

No more can be merry at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

The sun does descend at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

And our sports have an end at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Round the laps of their mothers at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Many sisters and brothers at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Like birds in their nest at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Are ready for rest at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

And sport no more seen at Bed, Bath and Beyond.