money
humbly
offers their
flowers
where did you get them? magnificent!
beautiful.
from the discard,
trash heap
the gutter, where everything
comes from.
the sewer, where everything
goes.
– Hoc Scripsi
March 20, 2012
New chap!
Here is a link for a new Chapbook put out by Pepper Press with cover art by Micael Chadwick.
http://www.scribd.com/doc/86078699/Ark-and-Other-Poems
Go! read now! download a copy or two and give them to friends!
March 19, 2012
leather
left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away
the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping
left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied
– Hoc Scripsi
March 14, 2012
Lazy
and I look and think – I have not been so lazy but distracted by depression and various ideations which has led to some poetry and other rambling thoughts. This year has been a low of the past several where I have had little published and little written – even a rejection of what may be my best poem – alas! am I not a poet? am I only pretending? Is this ultramarine coloring my beard all in vain? no, I forget how subjective this field is and the whims and moods of a reader are as important as the whims and moods of the writer – or nearly so.
I hold no grudge.
I write anyway.
I am compelled by the narrator. the genius in the corner. the voice of the winds. or it could be the mania.
I prefer an easterly sun
I prefer an easterly sun before I go to bed.
I prefer a smashed finger before a project is finished.
I prefer coffee hot.
I prefer sex sweaty.
I prefer a major fourth under a sharp sixth.
I prefer to lie on my back in the gutter, looking out to the stars.
Cassiopeia
Ophiuchus
Ursa minor
these are things of dreams and sailor visions
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 