Classic Snuff Pieces

[Here's a poem that recently appeared in the third issue of Pom Pom. I revised it today, it's a thousand times better, but I thank them for running the earlier version -- of course! Pom Pom is interesting -- it's premised on the idea that each new issue is mostly revisions of poems/lines from the previous issues -- you can download .pdfs of the first two issues on the site, and if you have any innovative ideas on how to rewrite/revise, then submit!]

Classic Snuff Pieces

Getting ready to have been
made to have felt
very awkward. Do you
        mind if I sit on your leg?
Despair, confusion,
all those things
express themselves without words. Well,
you know the miracle.
        To leave me
at home with my humanist musics
when I am humming, taking up themes
(the heavens pay attention to me)
                couldn’t
I have the money first? Then
dialogue? I want
        justice in the cards, in chance, but
only after lots of money.

                Matriarchal sunnuvabitch type.
And they enjoy it
and call me Bob.

*

                                Classic
Snuff Pieces of Japan.
        The first ones
to come up with a clear thought, yesss. Kind of
jazzed up for the end.

*

Sometimes, I don’t know
what I’m doing. I thought,
perhaps, that wasn’t her name
        because
it rhymed. But
the seasons are fevered.
        These days
                we call it
Australian Rules Summer: the grossest reveries, a
plague on both noses, eye
link
        black. Is anyone
playing as honestly as I?
Standing around in this
mesh of instincts
(but I wasn’t the first one to think of it).
        I would have been happy to have been
teased by you.
                                As it were.

Posted by Brian Stefans at March 27, 2003 07:00 PM