Let's just say we were flying kites,
then
the devil's cloud gave
ghosts to the wind under black scabby redness,
wrought around a hole of popping flesh.
And then after she spilled the wine on his neck
Remember! he thought,
Hiccups, not longing long arms that hug loved ones with sexyloved eyes,
eyes so far and so close off
that she's a cliff
and he grabs at &
he loves and yells for her.
How pretty that sun sets so softy
while the people
cry for galaxies of gravity.
Saturday, June 13
Wednesday, March 11
I stay up for those
I stay up for those
wicked tar nightmares
to avoid the sunbows
and rainshine, all a smear now,
watered down by the familiar
sound of hollow laughter.
wicked tar nightmares
to avoid the sunbows
and rainshine, all a smear now,
watered down by the familiar
sound of hollow laughter.
You will forget that dim
You will forget that dim
memory of
those green leaves of trees
the ones
that sat out in the back
blue from snow and the hugh
of god himself
though you don't actually believe in that stuff.
But you do believe in the sky
and her rolling white hills of clouds
and the careless pretty birds flying through
dreams and hopes,
hoping one catches yours
and carries it back.
memory of
those green leaves of trees
the ones
that sat out in the back
blue from snow and the hugh
of god himself
though you don't actually believe in that stuff.
But you do believe in the sky
and her rolling white hills of clouds
and the careless pretty birds flying through
dreams and hopes,
hoping one catches yours
and carries it back.
Tuesday, December 16
Just a chorus cliche
Just a chorus cliche
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin to my left for the man
on my right.
Useless news for sour goes:
Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your eyes.
and we’re
drunk on high
about an hour I think.
Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."
Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.
A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?
A good time to move on, I think.
Yelling through lines and clicks
conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.
I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.
Think of something major:
You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.
Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.
Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.
Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin to my left for the man
on my right.
Useless news for sour goes:
Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your eyes.
and we’re
drunk on high
about an hour I think.
Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."
Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.
A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?
A good time to move on, I think.
Yelling through lines and clicks
conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.
I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.
Think of something major:
You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.
Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.
Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.
Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.
Sunday, November 30
and she giggles
Actually seeing snow's
fat flakes kissing her lips
in the same way I should have been kissing her lips.
And twice more again there was Nature's enviably
blind courage.
Her ridges along mine
and
on the side, licking for up for good
measure and showmanship.
Again those ridges attack
and once pricked
I lash back and grab her hips.
I shiver and she giggles.
fat flakes kissing her lips
in the same way I should have been kissing her lips.
And twice more again there was Nature's enviably
blind courage.
Her ridges along mine
and
on the side, licking for up for good
measure and showmanship.
Again those ridges attack
and once pricked
I lash back and grab her hips.
I shiver and she giggles.
Sunday, October 5
She,
She,
relaxing a smile,
her lips like
poorly stitched
silk,
lolling her head out the window
deep in that low tire fog,
smiles at the wind.
relaxing a smile,
her lips like
poorly stitched
silk,
lolling her head out the window
deep in that low tire fog,
smiles at the wind.
Wednesday, July 16
homerun stunner
I
homerun stunner
makes the houses light
up when
a guitar dog to the
left licks the ground.
Chorus cliche
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin for the man
to my left.
Useless news for sour goes,
Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your face.
II
The sky pops in my head,
what was I?
Hello again, Popadoobop.
III
Yellow lines swirl the long mural.
His
illegal phoenix at the foot of his feet and we’re
drunk on high
about an hour I think.
A wrong misplaced sliver under the mouse’s
beard, long hair for
something like that.
Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."
IV
Faith
is what you make.
It's yours.
Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors.
I knocked his pipe on the rot iron and he hacked something
big and meaty in his throat
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.
A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?
A good time to move on, I think.
V
Yelling through lines and clicks
conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.
I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.
VI
Peace's echo
finds its way in
the blank valley
in your beating head.
You feel that?
That
that everything at the moving
Have a good night,
he forced a smile.
Form open to flow,
open awareness!
but awareness to what?
Pause for nirvana and
sleep some more.
Repeat
everything.
Graffiti spells love
on walls,
and
tired evolution
erased natural selection.
Think of something major:
You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.
Feel your head on the acid
shock of iron
and your
feet say
“hello!”
VII
Admitting truth to a strange friend
while closing your eyes
and thinking of your chipped tooth
and chapped lower lip.
"You too ?"
VIII
Don’t listen to depression
and breathe.
Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.
Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.
Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.
homerun stunner
makes the houses light
up when
a guitar dog to the
left licks the ground.
Chorus cliche
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin for the man
to my left.
Useless news for sour goes,
Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your face.
II
The sky pops in my head,
what was I?
Hello again, Popadoobop.
III
Yellow lines swirl the long mural.
His
illegal phoenix at the foot of his feet and we’re
drunk on high
about an hour I think.
A wrong misplaced sliver under the mouse’s
beard, long hair for
something like that.
Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."
IV
Faith
is what you make.
It's yours.
Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors.
I knocked his pipe on the rot iron and he hacked something
big and meaty in his throat
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.
A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?
A good time to move on, I think.
V
Yelling through lines and clicks
conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.
I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.
VI
Peace's echo
finds its way in
the blank valley
in your beating head.
You feel that?
That
that everything at the moving
Have a good night,
he forced a smile.
Form open to flow,
open awareness!
but awareness to what?
Pause for nirvana and
sleep some more.
Repeat
everything.
Graffiti spells love
on walls,
and
tired evolution
erased natural selection.
Think of something major:
You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.
Feel your head on the acid
shock of iron
and your
feet say
“hello!”
VII
Admitting truth to a strange friend
while closing your eyes
and thinking of your chipped tooth
and chapped lower lip.
"You too ?"
VIII
Don’t listen to depression
and breathe.
Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.
Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.
Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.
Sunday, June 15
Bonnie Brae
Three grand
children on the avenue
with conelicking lips
a baby's finger dirties
a line and the blonde's
pink feet bounce
till she
falls asleep
children on the avenue
with conelicking lips
a baby's finger dirties
a line and the blonde's
pink feet bounce
till she
falls asleep
Tuesday, June 3
He wanted to be a surgeon
He wanted to be a surgeon...
Flesh frightens
human bits on
pale eyes
open to go
screaming but
what happened to the gun?
Metal for
Americans
at hotel room
two37
blood irony
and pointlessly nude
foreshadows
with a silhouette purse.
Have you seen her
noble, burning eye?
Flesh frightens
human bits on
pale eyes
open to go
screaming but
what happened to the gun?
Metal for
Americans
at hotel room
two37
blood irony
and pointlessly nude
foreshadows
with a silhouette purse.
Have you seen her
noble, burning eye?
vibrate smile
Noble sex,
frizzy glasses too,
read blood on papers
and the yellow high.
Pursed eyes
strike
alien legs.
A child points his
too-big glasses
and she gig
gles shame.
Vibrate smile
in a coffee house.
frizzy glasses too,
read blood on papers
and the yellow high.
Pursed eyes
strike
alien legs.
A child points his
too-big glasses
and she gig
gles shame.
Vibrate smile
in a coffee house.
summer walk
about geese and baby geese
and
(no green gay wind)
all walk
summer.
Cute blonde
with a cute
but
to
day never looks
back
with a perfect bounce.
Beautiful sweaty
beauty sways her hips.
Mustache stained lips
coffee burns for
years!
Resist the dog
on a summer walk.
and
(no green gay wind)
all walk
summer.
Cute blonde
with a cute
but
to
day never looks
back
with a perfect bounce.
Beautiful sweaty
beauty sways her hips.
Mustache stained lips
coffee burns for
years!
Resist the dog
on a summer walk.
Thursday, May 1
The Iceberg Theory
"If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A good writer does not need to reveal every detail of a character or action."
—Ernest Hemingway
—Ernest Hemingway
Wednesday, April 30
like father like son
my poetry is very similiar to my father's.
He has recently changed his style and I am now adopting and adapting it.
I love him and his amazing vision.
He has recently changed his style and I am now adopting and adapting it.
I love him and his amazing vision.
Dad's poem
my dad wrote this poem. he used a short story of mine as his inspiration.
nothing was there
brown tie his loosen
polished amonia
gibberish terrif
ying
spitting
alleys catching up to me
bitch like a stung hollered bolted
ac
ross honk
ed cars
screeched skin
flesh te aring
my self over crotch
tree trunks
watermelons pointe
d
nose smiling a wrapped a
nkle
behind a wall hidden torture toys
on the ground bl
ood i
breathed cold air conditioned air
initial surge died hobbled
halls my waist no
thing
there
clean wrists
fogged memory
of me take care
nothing was there
swung head i my on
th
e floor
keep movingflatonmyback
i couldn't hear anyone
my feet at saw him
it ended
and i was a gorilla
playing three decker c
hess
head floating down in cement
winning money
it
- gishi bian
- robert payne
30 april 2008
well your revised edition of this paper was again full of images
i could use!
it was a completely different paper
polished
thoughtful changes
exciting
well done
i noted it was a bit longer
it seemed like a slice of turkey from the breast
just a eye into a longer piece
leaves one wondering and wanting more
i hope you like my poetic version
i started from the end
and went up
reversed some things and added an ending
comments welcome
love love love dad
nothing was there
brown tie his loosen
polished amonia
gibberish terrif
ying
spitting
alleys catching up to me
bitch like a stung hollered bolted
ac
ross honk
ed cars
screeched skin
flesh te aring
my self over crotch
tree trunks
watermelons pointe
d
nose smiling a wrapped a
nkle
behind a wall hidden torture toys
on the ground bl
ood i
breathed cold air conditioned air
initial surge died hobbled
halls my waist no
thing
there
clean wrists
fogged memory
of me take care
nothing was there
swung head i my on
th
e floor
keep movingflatonmyback
i couldn't hear anyone
my feet at saw him
it ended
and i was a gorilla
playing three decker c
hess
head floating down in cement
winning money
it
- gishi bian
- robert payne
30 april 2008
well your revised edition of this paper was again full of images
i could use!
it was a completely different paper
polished
thoughtful changes
exciting
well done
i noted it was a bit longer
it seemed like a slice of turkey from the breast
just a eye into a longer piece
leaves one wondering and wanting more
i hope you like my poetic version
i started from the end
and went up
reversed some things and added an ending
comments welcome
love love love dad
Monday, April 28
thunder
thunder
clapssmile
a scarf a
hooded sweatshirt
he has a beard and
the other knows it
all; metaphysics as a pillow.
the last one is French
and I'm just learning.
unimaginably arrogant,
pretentious, and elegant.
teeth chat
er and we breath
e our hands.
clapssmile
a scarf a
hooded sweatshirt
he has a beard and
the other knows it
all; metaphysics as a pillow.
the last one is French
and I'm just learning.
unimaginably arrogant,
pretentious, and elegant.
teeth chat
er and we breath
e our hands.
Sunday, April 27
she me
a frog to the sewer and over the drain while the trees
up in the air and back with the leaves.
She me and kisses while
mine are closed,
but still
she me with her smiling eyes.
up in the air and back with the leaves.
She me and kisses while
mine are closed,
but still
she me with her smiling eyes.
Thursday, April 24
Tuesday, April 22
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