In
The Philosophy Lab
No one's
living in Philosophy Lab anymore.
Zack
left for Florida.
Only
the azaleas grow up by the ceiling,
And a mouse sometimes runs the wide floor.
Philosophy
Lab is unpeopled.
There
are no more sleeping bags, and shoes.
No toothbrushes on the stone sinks!
Taught
By Chairs
- What
did chairs teach you?
"Chairs
taught me how to sit."
Taunts
My mailman
is your attorney!
My maid is your professor!
My plumber is your interior designer!
Funny
Poem
NATO
potato
Last
April
I hung
2
paper wreaths
on my wall
and the
ghost
departed
On
My Bus
A woman
in a short skirt
smelling of corn
8/2/99 8:48 AM
Mumia
Paradox
People
tell me, "He's guilty" because they read an op-ed piece in The Times.
But how can one person be guilty because someone else read an op-ed
piece in The Times?
God
God ounces
God intellect
God rush
Vienna
Toboggan
Take
a Vienna toboggan
down Austergahn Strasse
up to the lip of the pond.
The
First Game of the World Series
Skiing
was forbidden.
Elves
danced on the second baseline.
Copper
A
Brief Discourse On Theology
Dear
Mayor Rudolph Giuliani,
Who created
elephant dung?
God.
And who gave birth to God?
The Virgin Mary.
So go
fuck yourself!
Yours
truly,
Sparrow
Lincolnesque
William
Carlos Williams was Lincolnesque.
T. S.
Eliot was Woodrow Wilsonesque.
Lots
Of Legwork
Lots
of legwork, writing a novel.
You can't just sit in your kitchen.
Interviewing
dead people,
writing down phone numbers,
birthdays, credit card numbers.
Detecting,
sleuthing,
the death of a schoolteacher.
Clues,
puzzles, panic,
envy.
A rope
tied too tight around a wooden fence . . .
The
Merchant Of Venice
I'm speaking
to the gods:
"Destroy my TV! Kill this set,
now! I hate these shows --
the women, and the numb men.
Their
hair, their lips,
their crap clothes.
Their
eyeliner, mascara,
their money.
Smash
the glass!
Bend the inner wires!"
Logic
Of Fate
Mayor
Giuliani,
The world
has a logic.
If your
cops
shoot enough (unarmed)
black men,
the KKK
will march
in Manhattan
the same
way
if a band plays music
someone will dance.
Yours
truly,
Sparrow
Layman's
In layman's
terms,
I am a poet.
Note:
The technical word is "quevi-heavimentornectalist."
Brutal
Pigs
The world
is run by brutal pigs,
people who will cut down a forest to make 3 or $4 million.
And what
good is 3 or $4 million?
All it
can buy is a house,
and a little airplane.
Taco
Light
Taco
light, taco bright,
First taco I see tonight.
I wish
I may,
I wish I might,
Have the sauce I wish tonight.
Insight
DAR*
es Salaam
*Daughters
of the American Revolution
Intact
Have
you read my poems intact?
You must.
The excerpts
of my poems
do not suffice.
Sentence
Forbet
agout it!
