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Giant Traumatism: After Guillaume Apollinaire

May 13, 2011 by PBQ

The carpet fades from red to green

From bottom to top in the invisible metropolis

Dignitaries whistle their pitiless speeches

Surgery’s massive reductions

Paul sweeping leaves from his side of the driveway

There is a message to be written on the changing of the season

From carriage to pumpkin, Cinderella had her fun

Small contaminant pieces

But what’s to be done in the aftermath’s gloaming

If X is a chimp under the influence of silence

Today’s tarts are still in the freezer and must be thawed

Feel sorry if you want to, but the sun is shining

The sound of the garbage trucks

Jaws of life

You will pull the pitted incisor

The doorknob, the hinges, let velocity be your guide

And now take a look through the peephole in the floor

An indecency of apes goes about its merry business

A lamp lights the way to the end of the bar

Lawn mower, earthworm, mocking bird stew

Down in the face, the man catches on: this life is fun and no fun

Ha ha! says the wife when she lays out the doormat

Truly, an old woman lived in a shoe

Who is the meaning of this

What is the patter in the young man’s chest

We will make cupcakes

We will surprise our guests with gusto and flashing, miniature cameras and pelvic vibrations

We shall try in vain to arouse torte feasance

Forget the turn signal

A tern is a bird

We no longer need climax

Now we just shimmer

Everyone feel something delightful

Our breath out before us rings with the visible force of revolution

Give us the clamp and the suction to make it

Our culture is thriving to the honking of horns

O thick in the snow

O barely alive

The red carpet pulled up for a green one tomorrow

Chicago New York San Antonio Berkeley Tucson Pittsburgh Price Hill and Paris

The jaws bite down on all of us spinning

Lovely last looks on our faces

Filed Under: Contributors 71, Issue 71, Poetry, Poetry 71 Tagged With: Contributors 71, Giant Traumatism, Poetry, Poetry 71

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