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BGK - 5 POEMS

12/10/2013

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POWER NAP
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the idea is
not to get carried away

business people
have something right
they take these things
called power naps

where I take these half hour
naps that turn into four hour naps
I must tell you

if you're interested in logic at all
the power nap is the most economical
and time saving

but if you fuck with those
you're fucking with the looming
threat of sleep deprivation

I guess you have
to pick your battles

I can also pen something down
like decide over the decades
complete the drawing over dinner
dare yourself the most tranquil calm

and you just may have it
so many bottles thrown to sea
don't stay out for all that long

and those were the days
before AOL discs in the mail
there were just too many

you could send a message out
and get one back
and well fuck my head then
there was online instant chat

counting sheep eventually
gets realllly boring

if you can fall in like a sack
my grandmother said she would be
happy to slice the potatoes

the trip I'm looking to take
excludes all the trouble it takes
to get me there

I will say goodbye to the relatives
just as soon as to be frozen in time
you can thaw me out under the evening sun
in 2067 watching some sense return to me
my eyes slowly start opening

that bottle I threw
I wanted to tell someone
what I had to do

that left me feeling...
but I had
no choice

the only escape seems
to me is to be wedged
between ice caps
which is to me
the opposite of
a power nap



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FIRE RITUAL
------

we are a couple searching for
just the right pumpkin patch
tiny witches fly out of our jokes and idea holes
the laundry room evokes painful feelings
we burn one with good intentions
bend the necks of spoons with brain power
throats like broken Pez dispensers
a rabbit's head shaped so human

there's not enough of the joyful ruckus
"I don't wanna be dating a guy who is turned on by vampire phalacio" she says
we are the searching ones

bring my coffee and tea on time
the air conditioner is haunted with a stench of death
today has yesterday's blood running
down its hands

a reasonable scenic route but there is car trouble
there is fifty miles to walk in the dark to the next
station could be a viable option

eyes blur early and the main thing
is the retention of sanity
as she sees me my ideas are shining
up the sky like a vigilante call
may the telepathy never be compromised
or go offline
we wake together agreeing to watch these
types of movies

headed through the woods towards a community
holding our heads like they are gonna burst
a morbid premonition
the muse is doubling down
there are footsteps above and it
sounds crazy but we are being watched

the collapse of a very old system
there will be many hungry witnesses
we are trying to figure out what to watch

the dollar is losing its charm
I guess I am going as a sense of loss
this year
standing in the corner
empty pockets

I will hide with the thickest knives
so don't look at me

this is a fire ritual
this is fire
this is that fire



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ELEMENTS OF A TREE
------

alas alas
elegant like a Lexus
sitting under a tree

elements of style
elements of
Taiji

handwriting like handwritten
mistaken missiles
wobble into foible lands
you with the shaky hands
let me shake your hand
I'll make you shout and stand and
sit back down
sitting under a tree

an old mans club
all alone
hair down to your knees

Dow Jones
rice and dal
curtain call for the Berlin Wall
last call
lowered into shame
the calm after the fall
the quiet inside the storm
you adhering to the norm
me without an umbrella
you without a steady fella
me with my mind aligned
and sharpened divine
you with a bottle of spic
and span
a man with a plan
a manifesto
a good tan

alas alas
a good person
comes into your life



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RUNNING AROUND
------

I looked down and realized
I had been running
around in this dream naked
and that means something
in some dream book
like I'm desiring more
intimacy or need Vitamin C
caught up in this dream
spinning spinning
thinking how I will
ask myself if this
is the real thing
do I concoct those I talk
to out of gum and feather some
fantastic idea
she is my teacher by default
I'm thrown into this suburb
where fighting is the norm
pretending our BMXs are spacecrafts
but at night bricks are thrown
through the living room window
we sleep the odd hours
the marital battleground provided
only one spawn who became
a librarian and researcher
there was enough to research
when in him psychedelics released
a lifetime's worth of
symbolic return



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HUNGER
------

my mom shoved
a bar of soap into my mouth
for cussing

I had already
eaten fucking dinner

and she
wanted to
teach me a lesson

I only learned
that she couldn't handle it

handle the world
she was in

and me
I was going to
handle that memory of
soap better

than I handled it
THAT night

we ads
we appear in your way
we change your mind
you buy us
in thought and deed
units moved
we ads
can't complain

some people here
are like radios
you can
turn them off

I can tell when you're
talking from beyond
your experience

the cars ahead of me
on the road on my way
back into Houston
I must follow as beacons
to my own survival

down a winding path
lights of my survival

become shapes
in cereal bowls

and my eyes
start to crash

the day has
my attention
the night has
me bashed

after life
I'm going
fast

there's no
more hunger

no more pain
even even
release
is released
from
itself

it's not like you have
a whole lot of control

control is not the thing

pretending to be positive
is not the real thing

two decades worth of riding
the bus around
warrants physical therapy

a homeless man kneels and makes the sign of the cross right in front of me

screams at me for a dollar

it's time to put the crosses away

I'm curled up in a ball on the floor during this LSD experience. The hidden lights are shining on me.

To eat a bowl say of vegetarian meatballs linguine Parmesan but with each bite see and feel yourself inside your own mouth being eaten.

Being ripped apart.
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