Friday, April 18, 2008

eddie's poems

Three English classes riffing off of e e's "because i love you)last night":

because i love you) last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted, and(before my
eyes sinking)inward, fled; softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death: drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night, all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur

e e cummings

and now the riffers:

Too Much Is Not Enough

leggy black chance
up her lovely
racing mind’s phase
through dreamy glaze
the 8os never die
legwarmers warm your arms
Afros invade
in a fiery red blaze
controlling the movement of the mole’s instincts
racing underground to find shelter
where is the freedom—the cowards hide
brave men rise
jimmy’s legendary escapade
in a milky white Escalade
the spinners on the rims
a new war begins
the gopher from Caddyshack still lives
the C4 did not kill him
but all life goes dim
low odors in rare graves
all life goes on
seen in movies, just not controlled.

(middling urchkins ([sevenths and eighths])

Beast With Two Fronts

war and peace
love and hate
(wham, bam, thank you—)
chevy and ford
that would be nice
that would be mean
all of a sudden
it is nigh upon us
humans and ogres
up her lovely
guns and olives
mind bottling hate
porsche 911 and ferrari f430
doors and knobs
fire colada
eyes wide with fear
to again utterly disappear

(junior englishers)

rigor mortis

i’m not a first line person
the birdies go quack quack (meow)
inexplicable mysteries to be dealt with
histories abounding
vispict bad burritos
finite differentials
pink volumptuous pete is
spiderman awesome
do you really want to solve this?
i need some chapstick
the punches life throws
poets are thieves, so don’t write this down
10 month preggerman
10 month straightened crazies

(sophomore englishers)

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Blogger San said...

Amazing middlings, sophomores, and juniors you have there, man. No wonder I found myself with a painting of 80s colors--the middlings had invaded the studio and swaddled my arms in leg warmers. For some reason, I find their riff the most dazzling of the three. But that first line of the sophomores has such a ring of finality to it.

3:34 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Don't tell the middlings, but they ARE the dazzlings of the dazzlers. They waaaaaaay toooooo smart for me.

First line soph: that was just her reply when I tossed the opener her way: she replied, "I'm not a first line person," and we were off to the races. ("That wasn't a line, Mr. Booker." "Is now.")

4:42 PM  

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