naughtiness rhymes

When Robert Creeley came to Naropa in 2001, he proceeded to read to the hushed room a series of short little rhymey things that pissed me - earnest first sem grad student - off. Iwas like - rhyme, really? And not just any rhyme, but Seussian. (actually that part didn't so much rankle as confound and short-circuit) I wanted - expected - greatness. What an asshole I was.

Today's Sunday. In the Jew deal, God gives us the Sabbath off to play. Evidently he didnt nail down which day the seventh was too well, but whatev - its A Sabbath, at least, and if you go back far enough (to the 50s) both my parents went to goodie two shoes whitey-white churches of some northern european stripe.

Today's Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. Saturday was Artifact. Here's mine:


it’s the glass that troubles her hand

clumsily, for tanya brolaski


fairies? fairies bright crossed night
glimpsed half-moon dulcimer light?
first put sense then shape with sound?
regular beats to make it round?

transparency, not as its seemed
a monstrous if for then to bring
closed in circles and spilling out
garnets, garters, hefeweisen, stout.

fairies sharp in tooth and claw
gnawing, spitting pun the maw
nasty short and pointy brutes
flitting, knitting charmed hirsute

most delicious, most depraved
fairie girls at café and rave
colored socks, magentas, blues,
cinder cones scenester girlies
wandering jews

lousy losers viewed in love
which sticky fairies doth loft above
like some gelding stallions proclaimed
a trinkets treasure cereal box game

demands avoiding superfluous gilding
supine and splayed such amorous trilling
so troubles sexperts in waning view
waxing so exactly the words fuck you