Saturday, May 19, 2018

route 99 blues


by bofa xesjum




as a child i always hated the law of gravity
and had dreams of burrowing to the center off the earth
while dad read his newspaper

if i ever get the chance
and i am not too busy that day
i will tell jody to go away and stop bothering me

how was i supposed to know
they were caught making whoopee behind the bandstand
but they gave me my first big break

every day i’ve got the blues
and every day i look for a new thrill
they tell me i should know better

i had dreams once, big dreams
you would laugh if i told you
i know, i know, you’ve heard it all before

as a child i hated the chains of society
and being told i should keep busy
but i loved the sound of the rain

this world isn’t big enough for me
i heard that lonesome whistle blow
you haven’t heard it quite the same way

i was a strange child
as you know all too well
don’t make me point my steely gaze at you

forget you ever knew me
just a guy who went looking for thrills
but was never too busy to help a pal



Monday, March 26, 2018

the cormorant


by bofa xesjum




what about the antelope
what about the buzzard
the cormorant

the dingo dog
the ectoplasm baking in the sun
the financial analyst

the giraffe and the gorilla
hundreds of clowns waiting for a train in indianapolis that never showed up

it starts to snow
just like the last time

knowledge is useful
when you are the last person to leave the theater

mom
nowhere



Friday, March 16, 2018

the reward


by bofa xesjum




they told me dr pennington
doesn’t practice here any more

gone, they said
we don’t know where he went

he was an old time doctor
didn’t ask any questions

patching up a gunshot wound
was all in a day’s work to him

they chased us out of huntington
every last one of us


we were directly descended
from the james brothers

frank and jesse
were not bad guys

they were good guys
they settled the west

the railroad had other ideas
then wells fargo got into the act

and offered the unheard of sum
of five hundred dollars!

but no one lived
to collect the reward

and they buried him deep




Thursday, February 1, 2018

the sad alligator





greasy eggs, greasy bacon
wind and rain
the house is shaking

the snail crawls
in the shadow of the 18-wheeler

the whale dives deeper

onion soup for lunch
not again, not again

rain batters the tent

he tried very hard
he made the most sincere effort -


"glad to replace it"

to forgive is not so hard, is it?

dewdrops

desperate
in the afternoon

the frog watches
the dancing sunbeams

the red beetles


brushing vanilla cookie crumbs
from his blue suspenders

flowers watch slowly

“maybe i just didn’t get it”

catch you guys later

i thought life was real

sad alligator
white flamingo
pink moon

there is no place like home

a shadow in a green sky

running for her life
but i am dead



Saturday, September 30, 2017

interfere


a found poem




Excuse,
that I interfere,
I too would like

to express the opinion.
Tomorrow is a new day.

Today I read on
this question much.

In it something is.

I will know,
many thanks
for the help in this question.

I apologise, but,
in my opinion,
you are not right.

I can defend the position.
Write to me in PM,
we will discuss.



Friday, March 10, 2017

the arrival of marcia





before i met marcia, my life was in darkness.

and then when i met her, i knew it was too good to last.

the world is ruled by evil people, who are themselves ruled by even more evil powers.

i knew i myself had drowned in filth and despair on many occasions.

i had never bowed down to the evil ones, but they held me in the palm of their hand nevertheless.

“marcia, the is pete. pete, this is marcia.” joe smiled the way he smiled at everything. i could never figure if it was an evil smile or a friendly one.

i knew right away that with marcia anything was possible.

i had always dreamed of finding the headquarters of the people who ruled the world.

but i had gotten bogged down in a million swamps of white nothingness.

“welcome aboard, pete.” those were marcia’s first words to me.

“you look like a guy who - “ marcia took a sip of her coffee. “ - the score.”

did she say “a guy who knows the score” or a “a guy who wants to make a big score”. i could not tell.

joe knew the score, that was for sure. and he let us know it.

it had gotten completely dark outside.

we were the only ones left in the burger king, except for the two people behind the counter.

“we are all set now, “ said joe. “with four of us. that is the lucky number.”

“it is a lucky number,” said charlie, but joe ignored him.

“three guys and a girl,” said joe. “that is even luckier. it is nature’s way.”

“whatever that means,” said charlie. i could see he was disagreeing with joe because marcia had showed up, and he wanted to show he was not just joe’s boy.

“i’ve explained it before.” said joe, looking at marcia. “four of everything - always three male, one female. it’s a proven formula. the four elements - three male one female. the four gospels - three male, one female. the four horsemen of the apocalypse - three male, one female.. everywhere you look,”

“like seinfeld,” said marcia.

“that’s good,” joe told her. “very good.”

“like what?” i asked.

“seinfeld.,” said joe. “it was a tv show.”

“oh,” i said. i never watched much tv.

i was too busy dreaming of conquering the world, and contemplating the indescribable innocence and beneficence of nature.

marcia smiled at me. i thought my head - my precious head, the only one i had, would explode.

marcia opened her mouth. i thought she was going to tell me i was a strange man, but instead she said -

you look like a pretty ordinary guy, pete. how did you get mixed up with these two?

i wanted to ask her the same thing, but my brain would not allow it.

i was innocent, so innocent. of course the word innocent has many meanings.

i wished joe would get down to business.

i wished marcia would smile at me forever.

i was filled with strange and conflicting desires.

that last statement does not mean much, i know.

i wanted something, anything.

but i would always be the guy who crawled out of the swamp.


sources: the republic, by plato; confessions of st augustine; the prince, by machiavelli; romance of leonardo da vinci, by dmitri merejkovskii; life of michelangelo, by john addington symonds; pensees, by pascal; confessions, by jean-jacques rousseau; civilization of the renaissance in italy, by jacob burckhardt; walden, by thoreau; thus spoke zarathustra, by nietzsche; life of jesus, by ernest renan; varieties of religious experience, by william james



Thursday, March 9, 2017

the setup





i met joe smith at a meeting . he had a sad story to tell, and seemed to enjoy telling it.

the next day i met joe at burger king to hear the rest of his story, and he introduced me to charlie martin, who was a zealous preacher against the unbelievers.

you’re a strange fellow, charlie told me.

but he is not an unbeliever, joe assured him.

have you stood the test, charlie asked me. have you gloried in the struggle?

i called to mind my past foulnesses before answering.

what doesn’t make you stronger, kills you i told charlie, and that seemed to satisfy him.

i bit into my angry whopper, snd its indescribable innocence and beneficence gave me a rush.

what we are proposing to do has got to be a secret, joe said.

how much are we going to make out of it? i asked as i reached for my strawberry shake.

it depends on the girl, said charlie. you know with women anything is possible.

who is this girl and when do i get to meet her? i enquired.

her name is marcia, answered charlie. make sure you hold on to your head when you meet her.

is she a most zealous preacher against the unbelievers? i asked.

joe and charlie both laughed.

i noticed they both pulled their burgers a little closer to themselves when they said marcia's name.

this is too good to last, a fat woman at the next table said, and i wondered if she was spying on us.

suddenly i realized that i was wandering in darkness. we all were.

i often displayed the worst features of an umvridled egotism, but i was trying.

charlie was right - i was a strange fellow. but who among us can not say the same?

too good to last, i heard the woman at the next table say again, and began to wonder about her.

we have to dispel the darkness, joe said and charlie nodded in agreement.

i realized how innocent they both were - they didn’t know nothing.

i like this job, i said, especially if we don’t get caught.

in this world evil is the ruling power, joe reminded me.

don’t worry, i told him, i can smite the infidel with the best of them.

charlie smiled. you are showing features of an unbridled egotism, brother, he told me.

i scratched my head and smiled back.

i liked the setup. i had a good feeling about it.


sources: the republic, by plato; confessions of st augustine; the prince, by machiavelli; oracles of noatradamus; romance of leonardo da vinci, by dmitri merejkovskii; life of michelangelo, by john addington symonds; pensees, by pascal; confessions, by jean-jacques rousseau; civilization of the renaissance in italy, by jacob burckhardt; walden, by thoreau; thus spoke zarathustra, by friedrich nietzsche; life of jesus, by ernest renan; varieties of religious experience, by william james