s¢ales

s¢ales


putting me in a building
doesn't make me functional :putting
drugs in me
doesn't make me
functional it is by will alone
i set my function in motion thanks frank
for that one
putting drugs in me in a
building is
interesting ,and comes with
good food. The
heavy metal on my eyes is
not a pair of coins, they are
weights
and when i get a look at you
we can trade




©Peter A. Greene 2015

3 poems by 3 poets

illustrations by palomine studios

a letter by corinne delmonico i want to be special, i want to be unique i want to be daring, i want to be a freak i want to be a rebel, and break all the laws but most of all i want applause i want to be different, just a little bit i want the world to love me and never quit i want a silver dollar, not a lousy dime and be remembered until the end of time another night is ending, here's another day the world's about its business, i’m just in the way sidewalk filled with people, i have to move along so i wrote the world a letter in this song i only wanted endless fame and for the world to chant my name you built me up and threw me down and all my smiles were met with frowns dear world i have forgiven you but i don't want to live in you you tell me just to move along but first i write this letter in this song lonesome highway by jack dale coody two old maids in a folding bed up all night talking out of their head can’t get to sleep, nowhere to go hear that lonesome whistle blow get up in the morning, when the sun don’t shine haven’t got a nickel, or a lousy dime papa told mama in the wind and rain head for the highway, no time too explain uncle bud is on my trail wrote a poem in a letter, put it in the mail excuse me ma’am i’d be much obliged for a cup of coffee and a slice of pie please mister judge i got no bail but i’ll do my time in any jail i got nowhere else to go hear that lonesome whistle blow cucumber by mary crow fogg clara watched amazed as mrs white sliced the whole cucumber into one hundred and twenty-one perfectly even slices and placed them fanlike on the patterned china plate she then turned to clara unsmiling and said, take these into the dining room and place them on the corner of the table nearest the sideboard and please please try not to trip over your feet and spill them can you do that much?

realpoetik

reflecty blue wrinkly

everything is
realpoetik :  the tug
on the water black on
one side white the other makes
the reflecty blue oh, more so
it's 4:50
trees dark muzzle behind it  coasty
bc does photographs real justice
but this 
the dog can see, and
the eu calyptus



©Peter A. Greene 2015

three (poems to be read upside down to each other

three (poems to be read upside down to each other:
shit company media forum driving leading conversation

                             (hoarder )

        every body
        at the party
        was stealing
           my ideas
         there were some famous
        artists there , i had to put a
        sign up saying
          join my clique this
        was before the tele phony
        net now
        it's all flickering screens, pic
        tures of lunches  i will never
       eat; all my true images
       are hidden in shame now, in
       a pile of 
       empties , away from pry ing
       eyes and thieving fingers full of pens and brushes.


       some people think it's sick
   not wanting to share a glass is
   not a disorder ,i don't want
   whatever your oral is in mine,
   any time
   you can kiss the mirror
   i'm content to go thirsty



hunting:
why don't we hunt with
anaesthetic
          darts?when the
alien over lords
         consume  my flesh , i'd
sure like to be
                  unconscious


                        what you thought then 
          the fire spread through the seedlings
          it reached their hearts, they cried
          we shall never stand as forest
          trees, let us remain forever
          green and yielding , better
          a barren plain then
          loss of freedom



©Peter A. Greene 2015

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

every night
i put the log in
they burrow deeper, and the fire finds them, and they die.
I sweep their dust up every morning,
with my bare hands,
as befitting.


©Peter A. Greene 2015

prophets and phylacteries

               asp
the anti - saint pill
sir there is a danger of your
becoming
open
to everything , we must
immediately
intervene  before your values
change : not remaining in
constant fear of your
personal life (death is a (great
disadvantage
for someone, somewhere
 take these ancient  salts of sodium (vintage 1947)
and descend , three times a
day ( or  more, prophy
lactically) into this
hell  of  matter


©Peter A. Greene 2015

my poetry always goes a bit mystical when i miss a pill

           3,2,1, no dimension
time, i think
in the final analysis is
like a stained glass window
both inside and outside a church
upon which
can be seen every deed ever 
done  and then some :after
a long while admiring,
and touching up our
little  portion,  we
get back inside and
ride the light


©Peter A. Greene 2015