Alexander Godard

 
For the youth
who conquer fault with sex
and eat drugs like candied apples,
presents form widowed women
who recall the days of television
and the nights of radio
and the men who felt strongly about etiquette
and the part in their greased hair
and for these gifts
we synthesize a new atmosphere
where kids play with wires
and a camel in Egypt
is dying of thirst
while Dr. Smith looks for buried treasure
and the tombs of heros
finding sodomites
and documents to prove our existence
and for the wonderful youth
the blank eyes
of cigarettes and high school dramas
looking for something new
the town drunk fixes another drink
and the pharmacist fills another fake form
and they're tearing down the playground
planning on building a giant virtual-reality trampoline
complete with force fields
and heavy black electric cables
and knobs
that kids can twist for a hundred years
and for the youth
I leave a giant kiss
(but no tongue)
hoping that when midnight comes
we can all imagine ourselves
in a warm place
 The Tendency to
Repeat One's Self

 

I guess this is the power of word
fucking itself for enjoyment.

 

 

Yesterday

 

 

the poem is not over yet
or maybe it is.

 

 

9 times out of 10

 

 

 

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