PoetryRepairShop -- Contemporary International Poetry 

Angels sleep in peace!
Devils stay past midnight 

listen to Paganini
Pretenders, King Of America, Fucking Liars

Have your heard them playing 8-ball while reading Content's Dream?

Did it matter when the Army closed 
imagination's terrifying halls to Strategists of Art?

No, why, it didn't make sense to matter
No explanation needed for transfer of funds 

from one pocket to another
For those Charlie Chaplins entering data, boiling nouvelle
                                shoe leather soup

Supping on Valentine's Desires and Therapeutic seasonings
It's makes sense

Angels sleep in peace!
Devils stay up past insomnia 

& possum scud across roof
Listening to accusations of trite and trivial from fashion fascists
Reveling in accusations of ideal & naïve 

soaked in gross dependencies & mother

Have you heard them in drunken dance 
on granite floors: 

the rhythm of Sisyphus?

Would it matter if Superman 
disappeared to his glacial fortress and forgot Lois Lane?

No, it doesn't make sense to matter
No explanation needed for transfer of sperm 

from one pocket to another

For Cryogenic Automatons taking surveys & grants, boiling
                                eclectic dialectics
Gorging on Cornish hens & Sweet & Low
It makes sense

Angels sleep in peace!
Devils stay up past gunshot 

& sweat soaked orgies
& tender whisperings

Have you made up your mind 
in those white silk gowns
hair loose on freckled shoulder

licking your own nipples
raising your naked ass to four impossible walls? 

That I should be persuaded by repressed exhibitions of genitalia 
Did it matter when crisis rang 

death of the poet & saw-grass fires kissed his naked guilt?

No, it didn't add up to verse, or wake the angels to salve the clawing
innocent
No, it didn't make sense to matter longer

No explanation needed for transfer 
of one fish from one 

Amazon to one aquarium 
on bookshelf on one hill above Pacific breaking shoreline

For Game Hunters tracking down genuine tears & renderings, boiling
conceptual logic
Mounting vanquished language of invisible jaguars & aphrodisiac rhinos

On walls…

It makes sense

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For those lazy drifters beneath the stars 

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For those unforgivable giants who own the world

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