Fast Day 34 January 25, 2008 {Bobby Fischer's Dead}

Bobby Fischer's dead...
he was first, the prototype.
others came after.

...never played Big Blue,
but IBM was
Eichmann's CPA.

Bobby Fischer beat
the Russkies at their own game...
symbol of Reagan.

forerunner Reagan
who beat the USSR
and gave the world peace...

pax of Augustus...
tarot dealing and omens
and fortune tellers.

Bush, Clinton, and Bush:
Satyricon of Christians...
Plautus scripted Peace!

Bobby Fischer died.
intemperate memories
like bestial Io!

Driven from Japan,
a man without a country;
Northern asylum!

Bobby Fischer's gone...
symbol of ambiguous
ascent to power.

What we won with sweat
we hand away covetous,
dreaming lost power!

A psychic murder,
spiritual sacrifice;
blooming like adonis!

By beating Spassky
hegemony fades to prozac...
gives way to Karpov!

Fast Day 33 January 18, 2008 {The Days Are Hot, O, Babylon!}

The days are hot, O Babylon!
'tis cool beneath thy cherry trees.
The sun is gone to azimuth
and with him snatched the breeze.
No celebrations will there be
but just the same old same.
And all the homeless lie in state
where no one knows their name.
The convicts act as warden
madmen alienists disguise,
and people show their TV faces
where no one see their eyes.
The days grow cool, O Babylon!
Take scapegoat of the past
and drive him out beyond the hills,
the evil unsurpassed.
We stand upon our last redoubt
where Lee saw rise the sun,
and watch fraternal disarray
to see if war's begun.
The fall of year, the fall of man
and all the sons of Eve
now driven east of Eden are
and all their mothers grieve.

The days grow dark, O Babylon!
and oedipal perverse
of sons who've killed their mothers dear,
alive upon the earth.
Our madness is our vanity;
our truth informs our lies;
our riches form the gilt entrails
of our Lord of Flies!
Let us jump upon the dance
like maddened maenads all,
and bring the flag which we adore
and spread it for our pall!

Fast Day 32 January 11, 2008 {A Christmas Sonnet}

A Christmas Sonnet

on finding 4 bay leaves pressed within my 1774 edition of "Histoire des Nouvelles Decouvertes Faites dans la Mer du Sud"

When first the color fades from trees whose face
besought by pigments beauty to instill,
we cheer approach of winter’s snowy lace,
entwined like fingers through your mullioned sill

by all the fruits of artificial means
of forcing bed, the ragged robin’s peach;
the waxen gifts of nectar, gardens’ queens!
or sweet frumenty punch with froth of each.

Your eyes two fountains wrapped around by brooks
to all the lore of runs and creeks disposed,
where secreted twixt parchment covered books
epistolary of our love enclosed!

A thousand years of reading as one may,
Finds within empressed four green leaves of bay.

Fast Day 31 January 4 2008 {Iceman Harry]

Evidence has turned up that fasting one day per month is good for what ails you...or what may ail you.

I think that if you combine that physical benefit with a good moral objective, you might come away with a "world's greatest" nomination complete with a small statue with googly eyes.


Iceman Harry

The size of curbs
is what disturbs
me,
ya bum...
cut stone curbs were dif
ferent and purple granite
ya
could see.
not sum harden mud
blinds my old eyes
I
miss her...

I loved tha bitch
ya cant say no,
grifter.
I did.
she had a way
of cleaning and bitchin
that
cleaned up.
I used to see
thru this winder here.
drab
dull dust.

When sun stumples down
the heaven's stairs
breaks
a hip
it falls thru tha winder
like a drunk crusade
and we
sit here
awaiting Saracens in Acre...
cursing tha booze!
no kick
no guts booze.

Tha Moon not seen since
we wuz sober, old acq
uaintance
long time
no see ya! cold and sober
moon, no wonder we sleep
your time
away.
Dunk dionysos beaks in
poppy blood and naked
veils fall
from eyes!