Five
Poems by Bill Evans Author's Links |
Opus The contest is not popularity. I forget what I Said next. And now We are back. Off with Their heads! Become a good boy - Richer, More stable. Oh, flattery Will get you Kansas City. Dignify experience, Then complain. Play hardball In the big leagues With the real heavies. The fashionable vanguard Of our telling personalities/ O flesh made Word… To divide by zero And not be imaginary. She was the love Of my life. She had snakes Instead of hair. Special thanks to the horizon For staying so unreachable. They took away my Pirate ship; That hurt too! Will you kiss A hand? Will you Lick a boot? Came to recognize a hot Sound when we blew one. If it doesn't Kill you, you're doin' Ok. And grow, if not wise, at least Arrogant and witty. Give the guy His award. Throw in a TV. Why, we could go anywhere Believing in our everything! As if a beautiful language Were spanking a tree, don't Listen to THEM, listen TO ME. You've been bashed Around, but I think you're great. Will you pose Naked, while I Write these poems? Build a temple In my mouth For a racy goddess. (Don't get yr crowns Mixed up with Yr thrones!) May we dream In tongues. Last of the Wild Cupcakes Arise, arise, you worthless fuckers And get with it! I've walked away From more than this. Thankful I am not That one. Many wished for wishes And thought Themselves clever. Our platform Is various And uniquely satisfying. If elected, I refuse to serve. All applications must be Danced in person. The toady mentality Is currently "A rage." Whose butt Do I kiss towards What stellar mediocrity? Our serious career of Being a sled dog Has drawn to a Subtle and tragic close. No longer mentoring Future Golf Enthusiasts/ Wake me when It's over, Or started, whatever… You who are poets, imagine A good one. Kind of dumb But cute. Points for trying. You're not A joker; You're a player. Be back In a Minute. You can't even step In the same River once! Now that poetry Is chic, Umm, What About Results? Our product Exists. You can Thank us for that. So you won't be Saved, But you may grow Amused… Besides, Clean up Is a Chore or snap. To woo. To cook. To make maps. And naturally - A big fish In a small pond, Or a small fish In a big pond, or a GIANT Fish in a COLOSSAL pond, or No fish, no pond, just Fishness, pondness: two principles. It's morphin Time. Power Up. We may be Fast, But We're Never easy. Very risky To think. "Yeah, loss should sing…" Hold a grudge? You bet. Revenge? Why, Certainly! Another Genius Reason To have Suffered so Effectively. The real weapon Is the King's English. Back by Popular Demand I can count on one finger The reasons For being here Bouncy and fit Flush with outer Space and a deck Smack with aces Ethernet surfboard Troubadour tattoo Slung saddlebag Of pirate songs Leaping from my power chord… Quarters in The meter Darling, all For you/ Any wild heart With a half-life Long enough Any jet-pack knapsack Of slacker awe Stone-ready to commence The elected transformation Because we used To be lost, now We're found Amazing Grace Great ditty by A slave trader We used to be Reflection Now we're ACTION Get your whites Whiter, your Brights brighter Farewell Fond nights In detention/exile Memorizing classics While hand-cuffed to the bed post Practicing my smile As righteous snoozers Euphemistically butchered innocent poetry I have checked With my parole board And know this to be true Besides, we got the ruby slippers Whatever… And of course Through woe Your invitation Woke me and For that I am Grateful/ Genius Scrub-faced Apple-bottomed Serving girl from Anyplace, Pa. - Who I also can be With renegade integrity For mighty are the signs How I Spent My Summer Vacation In a suit of armor On a nude beach Beneath a flag: Burning pants On a mop handle -- Surfboard, long Sword and trusty Badminton racket, ho! Beside a pile of torn-luck Lotto cards Sleeping in the car And eating air Deciphering the, editing the… omens Which got me here I'd like to start there Very happy to arrive Either whole or in pieces Positively ravishing Tonight, dear scars Let us utilize this moment To notice everyone Now we'll listen to the messages Found on my machine Is this Bill Evans the musician? Bill Evans the weatherman? Bill Evans the actor? Bill Evans the stockbroker? Bill Evans the publicist? Bill Evans the broncobuster? Bill Evans the philanthropist? Bill Evans the producer of Cats? Oh, take a little trip Tour scenic Hell You'll thrill to the descent Plus the long, artful Schlep back home Break a billion rules Sneak forbidden peeks Duke it out with loss, metaphorically speaking Loser, you too Can be a famous poet Proud owner of the tooth That pierces the heart And the mouth that sings Hubris Was My Downfall I never meant to kill my father or marry my mother or tear out my eyes and become a kind of mangy seer wandering around what was it Crete or ancient Greece? Anyway, Colonus, where the hell is that? I mean it wasn't in the plan, if I even had one. Who me, king? Well, fuck you too. "Temper, temper." Yeah. Right. And as far as that flying too close to the sun stuff, crappy technology did me in. Not a bad bad flight, as bad flights go. Once again, I didn't listen. Yuck! Feathers, blobs of wax! Kind of goopy but exciting, even exhilarating. The necessary plummet was a bit much. I believe I learned something. However, my supreme coup de grace was the creation of life from used body parts, an eclectic synthesis of interests and careers spanning years in med. school, engineering, a short stint as a neighborhood grave robber, several high school summers at the recycling plant… I truly feel that of all my failures, this one particular brave example speaks volumes for those clever human qualities that make me unique. Everyone dreams of giving the finger to fate and death, blind witless authorities. Ladies and gentlemen, I am that finger. I'm pointing the way. |
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