Poetry
• Anonymous - The Beauty of
Venice
• Anonymous - Everyday
Venice
• Money - Hillary
Kaye
• syncopation night - Paul
Tanck
• 13 Ways of Looking at a
Blastbird - John Haag
• Habits - Hal
Bogotch
• What A Party! - Regina
Barton
• nitepoem - Frank
Rios
• Spirit of Venice - John
Kertisz
Seen on the Paloma sidewalk, near Ocean
front walk:
The
Beauty
of
Venice
controls
the
SUN
Everyday
Venice
takes
your
breath
away
************
Money
By Hillary
Kaye
I'm
so sick of thinking of money.
Are you
money?
Am I
money?
Will this turn into
money?
How do I get money out of
this?
Could this turn into
money?
What are the possibilities of money
here?
Is money coming
today?
What is the date today, money is
coming.
If I do this and you do that, will we
make money?
How much money is there in that,
in them, in any of this?
Do I look like a
money maker?
Does he, does
she?
I won't be taken seriously, till I can
make money.
And I know how you like to have
it.
I know how good it makes you
feel.
It makes me sick, thinking of
money.
************
syncopation
night
By Paul
Tanck
planes buzz, arcs leading
where?
dogs bark a high lonesome
wailing
late reminisces, half
life
waves distant
crashing
moon diving into its
reflection
sinuous rasping of a battery clock
keeping steady pace
cacophony of
motors’ industrialized cycles
mixing
like a swoosh of audible light
alto grinding
of the porcelain cup finding the saucer’s recessed
center
before the brown liquid languidly
flows in Hopper’s nighthawks diner
real
time whooshes and grinds
late night drunks
expounding on the efficacies
hot sidewalk
lovemaking under a street light
oh yes, oh
yes…
the whispering fade as tires
kidnap the
macadam
************
13
WAYS OF LOOKING
AT A BLASTBIRD
By John
Haag
I. Among twenty darkened
buildings,
the only moving thing
was the tail of the
blastbird.
II. I was of three minds,
like a
site
on which there are three
blastbirds.
III. The blastbird arc-ed
on its programmed flight.
It was a small
part of the total scheme.
IV. A man and
a foe-man
are
one.
A man and a foe-man and a
blastbird
are
one.
V. I do not know which to
abjure,
the elegant
conceptions
or the arrogant
consummations.
the blastbird lifting
or just
after.
VI. Grid-designs square the
round view-screen
with insistent
plan.
The stardust of the
blastbird
crossed it, to and
fro.
The mood
traced in the
image
a near imaginable
woe.
VII. O spare men of
Princeton,
why do you imagine stellar
birds?
Do you not see how the
blastbird
broods beneath the feet
of the women about
you?
VIII. I know neat
equations
and perfect, unimpeachavle
blueprints;
but I know,
too,
that the blastbird is
implied
in what I
know.
IX. When the blastbird rose out
of sight,
it marked the end
of one of many
eras.
X. At the sight
blastbirds
flocking to a thrown switch,
even the corps of
diplomats
would look back wildly.
XI. He flew over
Connecticut
in a jet
plane.
Once, a fear pierced
him,
in that he
mistook
the pattern of his
squadron-mates
for
blastbirds.
XII. The stars are
receding,
the blastbird must go
searching.
XIII. It meant profits all
down the line
Stocks were
rising
and would continue to rise.
The blastbird sat in the cotton
fields.
*************
HABITS
By
Hal Bogotch
I have gotten into some bad
habits.
For one thing, I like to bite our
dog.
Sometimes I bite her on the
ears.
My wife, Laura, doesn’t like it
When I make Lucy yelp in
pain.
Somehow, I feel that
biting
Is a language a dog
understands.
But why on earth
Should I hurt the poor
thing?
It’s not right, and I need
to quit it right away.
The toughest thing,
they always say,
is to quit cold
turkey.
*************
WHAT
A PARTY!
By Regina
Barton
What a party I went to on
Saturday nite.
All the Beautiful People
dressed in all their elegance.
Lovely, curvy
sensuous women in lovely, colorful dresses
Diamonds glittering- but not their eyes.
Did
they sell their souls to the Devil?
In
order to acquire the “Attitude” of
sophistication
through
over-indulgence?
The Yuppies are following in
their footsteps.
The Yuffies fell down and
got all wet.
Who gets caught in the giant
net?
Whose loosely knit spaces will strangle
you when you
try to let
go!
For God’s sake! Wake
up!
Before your conscience won’t let
you sleep.
****************
nitepoem
By
Frank Rios
over the
world
the guns keep going
off
making the
nites
broken faces of
explosion
soon the guns will
stop
& we will
wonder
how the
world
got so
broken:
surrounded by
everything
that has been found
lost
the
spider
webs his
world
his
vision
climbing over dry
bones
& fly
wings
I knot the broken
web
work all
nite
balancing on fine
webcrossings
to reach the
center
before the
spider
gets
back
hungry...
**************
SPIRIT
of Venice
By John
Kertisz
The spirit lives in the
Land
in Venice of the Universe by the
sea
And in the trees, flowers,
birds
fish, cats, dogs, and
people
who live, love, and
find
their true fortune...in this
place
where fantasy creates
Reality.
Absolute Arrogant
Anarchists
Baleful Bountiful
Buffoons
Charismatic
Charlatans
Dutiful Daunting
Democrats
Happy Harrowing
Homeless
Revolutionary Reactionary
Repulicans
Zany Zealous
Zebras
All find home in
Venice
As the spirit Lives
on
thru the Under, Over, &
Non-
Achieving characters of
Venice.
Magic is here...As the Muse
inspires
Art - Beauty -
Culture
the players perform their
roles
in the spirit that
Lives
Now and
Forever.
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Posted: Mon - September 1, 2003 at 04:03 PM